Archive:Master and Apprentice, anyone else ask please
Summary: Complete and total silliness. The plot bunny ran
around my head until I murdered him with this story. It's
entirely based on a song--bonus points if you recognize the
song, although you might be dating yourself. :)
Acknowledgments: Many, many thanks to Becky and Katy for
the company and quick betas--and for encouraging my silliness!
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, and crave feedback as much as Obi-Wan craves
Qui-Gon and vice versa.
Obi-Wan flipped through the newsreader with a sigh born more of
boredom than of any actual weariness. He glanced over at his
former Master, hair strewn all over the pillow, mouth hanging
open slightly, a light snoring sound indicating that he was, in
fact, still breathing.
At least he shows some sign of life in his sleep,
Obi-Wan thought darkly. He hoped that dark thoughts didn't lead
to the Dark Side, but then at least that would be a change.
Lately he and Qui-Gon had fallen into the same old dull
routine. Everything--including sex--was done on a very strict
schedule.
But Qui-Gon was the love of his life, so he supposed there was
nothing to be done but bear it. With another heart-felt sigh,
he turned back to the newsreader. One item on the menu caught
his attention immediately--the Personals.
Checking to make sure Qui-Gon was still asleep, Obi-Wan chose
the Personals and waited while they loaded onto the screen.
There certainly were a lot of them. He hadn't realized just how
many lonely souls there were out there. Maybe he should just be
glad for what he had...
A loud snort mid-snore jerked Obi-Wan's attention away from the
reader. He looked over at his lover, but the other man was
still asleep. He had rolled over onto his back, his face half
covered in hair, mouth open further, a string of saliva running
from his lower lip to his pillow.
Obi-Wan shuddered and went back to the newsreader. He scanned
the personal ads almost idly, not seriously looking for someone
to meet, when an ad caught his eye.
If you like Razia Pinatas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not afraid of Yoda
If you have half a brain
If you like making love in the outdoors
In lagoons or in lakes
I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape.
Obi-Wan sighed again. Razia Pinatas had been his favorite
drink, back when he'd been able to drink. Now it didn't fit
into the schedule. And he remembered a time, not long after his
trials, when he and Qui-Gon had made love in a lagoon and then
a lake, while it was raining. Of course, now it was strictly in
bed. On alternate Tuesdays. At 11:05 Standard Time. In the same
position. Every time.
The ad had an automatic reply option. He glanced at Qui-Gon
again. What could it hurt? It wasn't like he planned to leave
the man for good. He just wanted a little fun, a change.
"Variety is the spice of life," he muttered, then checked again
to make sure he hadn't woken the other man.
He hit the reply option, and a second later a form popped up.
He filled out the required username and password information,
then set himself to writing his reply.
Five minutes later, he read what he'd keyed in.
Yes I like Razia Pinatas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into feeling fear
Haven't been since I trained
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Ryskakicki
Where we'll plan our escape.
He thought it wasn't half-bad. Quickly, before he could change
his mind, he pressed the key to send. A moment later, the whole
thing was gone, and he glanced at his former Master again,
wondering what he'd done, but too excited to worry much about
it. The Force made him do it. Who was he to question the will
of the Force?
Obi-Wan sat at a table in the corner of O'Ryskakicki's Bar,
unable to remain still. He fidgeted with his glass as he
watched the door. A Jedi must remain calm, he reminded
himself sternly. A Jedi must remain calm. A Jedi must
remain-- He lost all concentration as he saw the one person
he least expected walk in the room.
Maybe he won't see me, he thought. I hope he won't
see me. He willed himself to be invisible, but it didn't do
any good. Not with this man.
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked in surprise as he neared the table.
"Hello," Obi-Wan said, pasting a smile on his face. "What
brings you here? I thought you were usually in the gardens
meditating at this hour."
"I decided to change my routine," Qui-Gon said, looking around
the room. "And you? You're usually in the training rooms,
sparring with students."
"I decided to give them a break and let them fight each other."
"Well, it would seem we both needed a change today."
Obi-Wan nodded, wishing the man would go away. He did
not want Qui-Gon here when his mystery date arrived.
"Were you planning to have a drink?" Or just looking for
someone and leaving? Please?
"I had thought about it, yes." He frowned down at the glass in
front of Obi-Wan and sniffed. "Razia Pinata? You haven't had
one of those in ages."
"As you said, I needed a change."
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed a fraction. "Yes, I believe I'll get a
drink," he said finally, then headed for the bar.
Obi-Wan sighed, glad he had too much composure to bang his head
on the table. Qui-Gon was back in no time. "May I sit down?"
"Of course." As if I have a choice? He stared down into
his drink, hoping that Qui-Gon would get the hint.
He didn't. "So, are you planning to take the rest of the
afternoon off from your normal routine as well?"
"I'm not sure."
"Really? No firm plans? That isn't like you."
No, it isn't like you.
"I didn't realize you felt that way," Qui-Gon replied
conversationally, as if he hadn't just read Obi-Wan's thoughts
without asking for permission, much less receiving it.
"I'll thank you to keep your Force powers out of my private
thoughts." His former Master would have been very upset if
someone had done that to him.
"Fine. Turnabout is fair play. Feel free to read mine at any
time."
Obi-Wan searched into Qui-Gon's head, his thoughts plainly laid
out for the younger man to see. //If you like Razia Pinatas,
And getting caught in the rain, If you're not afraid of Yoda,
If you have half a brain...//
"What...you know...waitananosecond--you?" He stared
incredulously at Qui-Gon while the other man smiled and nodded.
"You knew it was me?"
"Not until I saw what you were drinking, no."
"So you were going to just cast me aside because of some
ridiculous schedule you set up?"
"I never set the schedule. It just...suddenly it was there one
day."
Obi-Wan crossed his arms and cast narrowed-eyes on his
lover--possibly former lover, depending on how this turned out.
"But you were still going to cast me aside."
"And you were here just for the drinks?" Qui-Gon said, eyebrow
arched.
"Well, no...okay, fine. Each of us was here to get rid of the
other."
"I don't think that's it at all. I think we were here to get
out of a routine."
Obi-Wan couldn't argue with that. "So what now?"
"Well...I hear there's a holographic imaging room nearby that
has a jungle program. You can even program it to rain on all
the lagoons."
One corner of Obi-Wan's mouth twitched upward. "And lakes?"
Qui-Gon nodded, a smile in his eyes. "Now that sounds like a
nice break from routine," Obi-Wan said as he stood. "Lead the
way."
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