Bad
by Nicole D'Annais (ndannais@fbi-agent.com)
Homepage: http://adult.dencity.com/ndannais
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: PG
Category: Humor, Romance, Songfic Fluff
Archive: Master and Apprentice--anyone else ask please
Summary: Obi-Wan gets mad, then decides he'd rather be bad.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, much less these fine
characters--although I own a couple of action figures of them,
does that count? Probably not. Oh well, I refuse to make any
money off them in any event, so please don't sue me.
Notes: Thanks to Becky for the quick beta!
Obi-Wan Kenobi sat at the bar hunched over a half-empty glass
of Alderaanian ale. He stared dejectedly down into the dark
brown liquid as if searching for the answers to all his
problems.
"It's not even like we argued," he told the green creature
sitting next to him. She listened with feigned interest while
secretly checking her chronometer every few minutes. "We were
just talking, and I disagreed with a point he made. He told me
it was unseemly for his Padawan to dispute him. Like I was
supposed to know I had to be in Padawan mode in our own living
room at night with no one else around?"
"Mmmmm," the green creature replied.
Obi-Wan downed the rest of his ale and held out the glass to
the bartender. "Y'know, the first one was kind of bitter, the
next two were a little better, but that one was really good. I
bet the next one will be great." The bartender just shook his
head and reached for the ale tap.
"So," Obi-Wan said, turning to the creature beside him, "I'm
sorry, what was your name again?"
"Brahn."
"Right, Brahn. Where was I?"
"Pada-something living room night blah blah blah."
"Oh, right. So I told him maybe he should get me a time-keeping
system so I can check in and out so I'll know when I'm supposed
to be the dutiful Padawan and when I'm supposed to be his
boyfriend. And do you know what he did?"
Brahn propped her elbow on the bar and leaned her head on her
hand. "What?" she said around a yawn.
"He told me to grow up, and then he left!" Obi-Wan wailed. "He
just left! So I came down here to forget all my troubles." He
accepted the refilled glass of ale from the bartender and
downed a large gulp.
"Well, kid, sounds like you're better off without him." Brahn
stood up and stretched, all four of her arms raised high above
her head.
"You're not leaving, are you?" He sniffed, wiping a tear from
his eye.
She nodded. "Sorry, but my grandsire's in the hospital and I
have to go check on him."
"At this time of night?"
"It's a special hospital. For nocturnal creatures."
"Oh. Well, I hope he gets better. And thanks for listening."
"Sure. Whatever. Good luck." She paid her bill and hurried off
before he could realize her species was most definitely not
nocturnal.
After Brahn had gone, Obi-Wan sat for a while, drinking more
ale and wallowing in self-pity. He wasn't anxious to go back to
his quarters at the Temple, in case Qui-Gon was there, and he
wasn't sure what else one did besides go to a bar when one was
in this sort of situation.
Did you get what you wanted
When you told me good bye
Did you get what you thought you needed
To make a grown man cry...
I've been good and kind, sweet and nice For way too long...
I'm gonna be bad And it's gonna feel good I'm gonna do
everything your Master said we never should I'm gonna be bad I
wanna do wrong You're gonna be every broken heart inside my
every song "That's it!" That was what he needed to do to get
over this. Clearly he needed to be bad. No, not just bad. BAD.
He downed the remainder of ale number seven and stood up,
surveying the room. Not a large crowd, but enough people that
he should be able to manage a little BADness.
He walked over to the jukebox and put in some credits, then
chose the same song four times. As the song hit what he thought
was a particularly sexy section, he went to the middle of the
room and began moving with the music. He didn't have a lot of
experience with dancing, but he found a rhythm somewhere
between a sword kata and sex that seemed to work. At least if
the reaction from several of the patrons was any indication.
A particularly cute blonde human was practically drooling as
she watched him move. He swayed his way over to her table and
crooked his finger at her. In an instant, she was standing in
front of him, molding her back to his chest and moving in the
same rhythm as he was.
Somehow they managed to maneuver themselves to the bar a few
feet away, where Obi-Wan downed the full glass the bartender
had left for him. Then they made their way back to their
improvised dance floor and began moving as the song started
again.
After a moment, Obi-Wan felt someone close behind him. He
turned to see a male human. The other man joined in the dance,
his chest brushing Obi-Wan's back. Obi-Wan gave himself over to
the music, letting the lyrics wash through him.
Was it really as easy
As you made it seem
I never heard you raise your voice
I never heard me scream
But when you tuck yourself in bed at night
And read a book alone by candlelight
Do you wonder what
I just might be getting into?
Obi-Wan imagined Qui-Gon, sitting on the couch, reading a
datapad and wondering where his Padawan/boyfriend had gone off
to. Would he be worried? Or just contemplating punishment.
If his punishment involved extra work-outs, he could just
forget it, Obi-Wan thought. It was his own fault, after
all.
I'm gonna be bad
I wanna be cruel
I'm gonna try everything
They taught me down in Jedi School
The music ended, and Obi-Wan went back to the bar for another
drink. "This is really good drink," he told the bartender with
a grin. After gulping the whole thing, he sat the glass down on
the bar with a loud thump. The song had started again. He
really liked this song. The lyrics were so...found.
No...profound. That was it. He vaguely remembered enjoying the
song when Bant played it over and over for about a week, but
now he really understood the pain the singer was going through.
In fact, he and the singer had a lot in common. That thought in
mind, he started to sing along--softly at first, then with more
volume as the bar patrons began to cheer him on.
By the time he got to the last round of the chorus, he was
standing on the bar, singing at the top of his lungs. He turned
to sing to the bartender.
Cause if you wanna see the brand new me
Just look at the brand new you....
He turned to the play the crowd, pointing in an exaggerated
movement as he sang that last line, and was surprised when his
finger encountered the top of his Master's head.
Undaunted, he sat on the bar and sang the last lines to Qui-Gon
himself.
I'm gonna be bad...
Everytime I think about you
Everytime I think about you
I'm gonna be bad....
He punctuated each 'you' with a tap to Qui-Gon's nose. As the
song faded out, most of the customers stood, applauding and
cheering. Obi-Wan jumped off the bar to take a bow, but the
jump knocked him off balance, and he fell over. Only Qui-Gon's
waiting arms kept him from hitting the floor.
Obi-Wan looked up at his Master. "You left. You just walked
out. So I'm being bad."
Qui-Gon's lips twitched. "I can see that. And we'll both be
paying for it later."
"Oh, no, Master, I already paid the bar tab."
"Yes, Obi-Wan. Let's get you back to the Temple, shall we?"
"But Master, the song is on again. I wanna be BAD."
Qui-Gon picked him up. "I think you've been bad enough for one
evening."
"But...." Suddenly, Obi-Wan paled. "I think you might be right.
I certainly feel bad." he said, just before he passed
out.
Obi-Wan woke with a bantha sitting on his head. He opened his
eyes, but the bantha was apparently invisible. Or perhaps it
was just the side effects of last night's drinking, and not
actually a bantha at all. "How do you feel?"
He winced at his master's words, even though they didn't really
seem to be that loud. "Bad."
Qui-Gon laughed softly. "Here," he said, joining his padawan on
the bed. He put his hands on Obi-Wan's forehead, and after a
moment, the pain began to receed.
"Oh...thank you. I had no idea ale was so strong."
"It's not. How much did you drink?"
"I don't know. I think I lost count around seven or eight."
With a sigh, Qui-Gon shook his head. "What am I going to do
with you?"
"For starters, don't walk out like that."
"I'm sorry," he said instantly, all trace of amusement gone.
"It was the wrong way to handle that situation. Apparently I
still have some adjusting to do when it comes to balancing the
two sides of our relationship."
Obi-Wan blinked. "Did you just admit you were wrong about
something?"
"I believe I did."
"Does the Council know? Perhaps they need to have a special
meeting to discuss this auspicious event."
His master frowned, then smiled reluctantly. "What am I
going to do with you?" he said again.
"I know the answer to that one."
"You do?"
Obi-Wan nodded and reached a hand up behind Qui-Gon's neck,
pulling him in for a kiss. When their lips were almost
touching, he stopped long enough to say one last thing. "Teach
me how to be really bad."
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