Rating: G
Archive: Early Years and/or Master Apprentice if they want it,
plus my own site. All others ask and ye might receive
permission.
Disclaimer: Well, I guess I could PRETEND their mine, and not
George Lucas's.
Category: Humor/Parody, pre-slash
Feedback: feedback is always appreciated, although flames will
probably be laughed at.
Summary: a lightsaber accident has Obi-Wan feeling low.
Notes:
Response to Danni's questioning of TPM. Thank her for
inspiring me to birth this plot bunny. [g]
Thanks to the beta group, and extra special thanks to Danni,
Rene, and Jedi Candy for their suggestions advice.
(I thought about calling this: "Happy Butterflies and
Padawan's tails" or "You lost what?!?")
Obi-Wan sat forlornly, staring down at his hands. His clothing
was scorched from blaster charges and his tunics were stiff
with dried sweat and a little blood. He and his Master had been
sent to intervene in a situation that had the potential for
extreme violence. "Really," Obi-Wan thought, "I must discuss
with the Council the wisdom of sending a Jedi to mediate a
dispute whose appearance is identical to the planet's God of
Vengeance, accompanied by a padawan whose name means "happy
butterfly" in their native language." It was no surprise that
the conflict hadn't been negotiated peacefully.
Now, on the transport home, thoughts of the devastation on the
planet behind were far from Obi-Wan's mind as he stared at his
hands, or rather, what was in his hands.
"You forgot, didn't you, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked as he settled
onto the floor next to his padawan.
"Yes, Master, I did."
"It isn't the end of the world, Obi-Wan."
"But I was so proud of it!"
"Pride is a dangerous emotion, Padawan."
"Yes, Master, it is. And the emotion I will feel from being
teased by the other padawans at the temple when they find out
what I have done will be equally dangerous."
Qui-Gon laughed. "You are not the first padawan to forget to
spray his or her braid with anti-lightsaber spray," he said,
and touched the shortened braid that barely touched Obi-Wan's
shoulder. Before the mission, the braid had reached Obi-Wan's
waist, which is why he needed the spray. The mysterious
contents of the Day-Glo orange bottle from Dagobah permitted
hair to slide through the beam of a lightsaber without being
damaged by it..
"Take heart, Padawan," Qui-Gon said. "You'll never forget
again."
Obi-Wan sighed and played with the cut off portion of his
braid. "Yes, Master."
Qui-Gon quietly entered the fresher and unzipped his travel
pack. He carefully pulled the dark green Alderanian bottle of
"Hair Club for Jedi Masters" out. He didn't want to end up
looking like Mace Windu.
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