This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars />Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Summary: what happened after the fall
Timeline: during RotS
For slashthedrabble's prompt #056: fix
Inspiration: watching RotS
Warnings: character death
Word Count: 200
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
/>Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_slash, slashthedrabble
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.

One moment he was falling, screaming -- burning from the inside out, as Force lightning seared through him.

The next ...

He thought he heard a whisper, "Hello, Mace."

He opened his eyes -- except he didn't have eyes any more, did he? He squeezed the eyelids he didn't have shut against the emptiness. He didn't have lungs, so he couldn't take a deep, cleansing breath ...

Only a lifetime of discipline kept him from panicking in the weightless, bodiless void. He could easily imagine himself slipping away, dissolving.

But that was what was supposed to happen, wasn't it? He was dead; he should become one with the living Force.

Calm flowed through him, and he prepared himself for oblivion.

Except he wasn't dissolving. His psyche seemed disturbingly coherent.

Panic surged again, at the thought of being conscious but bodiless. In the nothingness, he'd go insane ...

And he imagined that he felt strong hands on his shoulders, steadying him. "Easy," a familiar voice -- one that he hadn't heard for nearly thirteen years -- whispered.

"Qui-Gon. How -- ?"

"I hoped that if I stayed close enough, I could save Anakin. I failed. But I couldn't let you fall."