Pairing: O/Q, though you'll have to wait until part 2. Sorry.
Archive: Master_Apprentice, and anywhere else if you'll take it
:)
Rating: G, only because of what's coming up in part 2. This
part's more PG, and the next part'll be more NC-17 if you're
lucky, so I'm cutting my losses g
Spoilers: none
Summary: a rather silly little tale behind Qui-Gon's choosing
of Obi-Wan as his apprentice.
Warnings: none really. Basically it's a bit of silliness with
some dirty bits in the planning.
Feedback: Love it!
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm sorry to say. Thought I doubt George
would want to admit owning them after what I'm planning on
doing with them g
NOTE: In this story, Yoda was Qui-Gon's Master. I don't know if
that's right or not, but it's completely besides the point for
the duration of this story. Also, the age of apprenticeship is
18+ or 21+ depending on what you'll prefer (I don't mention
ages, you see, so make it up yourself g - interactive
story writing here!), rather than little kids being chosen.
Basically it's very much an AU story. Anything which doesn't
seem to collaborate to PM probably is because I made it up or
changed it to suit my evil needs... g
"Qui-Gon, time it is, an apprentice you need."
"Yes, Master Yoda."
Qui-Gon sat cross-legged on the ground in his room, sulking
like there's no tomorrow. He had been speaking to his little
green fluffy Yoda hand-puppet for the last two hours.
"An apprentice you shall choose. Train him you will," Qui-Gon
muttered, mimicking Master Yoda's voice. "Damn it! Why
me?!"
The Jedi flopped his head down in his hands again. He knew how
much time and effort Yoda put into training him, and he didn't
want to have to do the same for some other annoying little
Padawan brat. He knew he had been the apprentice from hell.
Yoda had sported a full head of hair when he first took him on
as an apprentice.
"DAMN IT!" Qui-Gon cried again. "It's not fair!"
He hadn't been apprenticed in the usual manner. He had been
found by Yoda on a distant planet, without having to go through
the selection process that all hopeful future Padawans did on
arriving at the academy. He didn't know how to choose an
apprentice. Did he just close his eyes and point randomly at
the bunch of hopefuls, and impress them by pretending the Force
had guided his finger? There weren't forms to fill in, where
there? He hoped not. Did he need to get a note from their
parents? Pack them lunches in the morning? Tuck them into bed
at night and read a bedtime story?
"Awwww, MANNNN!!!" he cried again, shaking his head from side
to side. He could just imagine the little brat he'd end up
with. Some scrawny little pimple-faced hopeful, carrying his
own packed lunch for the first day away from his mummy, crying
on his shoulder the first night as he missed his little Booboo
teddy-bear, making Yoda stay up into all hours of the morn-
"Oh. That was me, wasn't it," he mumbled to himself guiltily.
But still, he thought...still, his little
apprentice would be even more wimpy than he was. He was sure of
it. Or at least he hoped he was, so he wouldn't look so
pathetic in comparison.
"HEY! Who's side are you on, anyway?!"
Sorry. Retract my last sentence. So anyway, Qui-Gon sat sulking
for about half and hour more in his room, cuddling his little
Yoda hand-puppet to his chest-
"Suffocating!"
What?
"I'm suffocating it as I don't like him now. Stop making me
sound like a little kid who still needs his silly little soft
toy."
Sorry. Fine, retract that last sentence too.
"Nothing personal, Booboo."
What?
"Nothing. Wasn't talking to you. And what are you talking to me
for anyway? You're meant to be writing the story, not stopping
to chat to the characters!"
Sorry again. Ok, where was I? Ah. Qui-Gon sat sulking for about
half an hour more in his room, suffocating, like real
adults do, his Yoda hand-puppet against his chest. There was a
knock at the door.
"Enter," he said after quickly stuffing Booboo and Yoda out of
sight under a cushion. A Jedi Master entered who Qui-Gon
recognized as someone he had passed in the corridor
occasionally before.
"Master," he said, by was of a greeting and a question, and
also as he couldn't remember let alone pronounce the guy's name
to save his life.
The Jedi stepped forward with a smile on his face.
"I see you recognize me, but I don't believe we have been
formally introduced. My name is Eh'cgtsk."
"My condolences."
"Pardon?"
Qui-Gon snapped his attention back to reality. "Oh, I'm sorry,
I mean, that's a lovely name...E'cugtusk."
"Eh'cgtsk."
"That's what I said. So, is there something I can do for you?"
Eh'kgsk...ahh...Eh'chsk...um...Eh'chg- ah, dammit. The Jedi
Master nodded.
"I am here as I believe you will be needing to find an
apprentice, and I don't believe you have seen how the process
works."
Qui-Gon shook his head. "No, I haven't. You are quite right. So
you are here to tell me about it?"
The Jedi master nodded again. "I am." He laughed as he noted
Qui-Gon's badly disguised expression of pain. "Oh, do not
worry, young Jedi. The choosing of an apprentice is not what
you expect."
"How do you know what I expect?" asked Qui-Gon smugly.
"Your thoughts are as easy to see as that teddy-bear sticking
out from under that cushion."
"Damn!"
The Jedi Master laughed again. "Trust me, Qui-Gon. You will be
not be disappointed. Meet me in the Hall of Apprentices
tomorrow morning to begin your selection."
"Tomorrow!" Qui-Gon almost yelped. "That's...TOMORROW!"
"Very well observed, young Jedi," the Jedi Master said with a
straight face. "There is no dilly-dallying when it comes to
picking an apprentice. You are to begin his training as soon as
possible."
Qui-Gon nodded. "I will be there."
The Jedi Master nodded and exited the room. Qui-Gon sat still,
contemplating this new information. It is not what I expect,
huh? he thought. Is that a good or a bad thing?
He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to give the matter
any more thought for the day. Soon it would be dinnertime so he
stood up and made his way out of his room, tucking Booboo into
his bed first.
The next morning came and Qui-Gon slowly opened his eyes. He
lay still as he allowed his thoughts to lines up in an orderly
manner for him to view.
"Ah. Apprentice Day," he said, then rolled over and buried his
head under a pillow. A moment later his little novelty clock
moved its lightsaber around to decapitate the number 7. A Darth
Vader sounding voice (though not actually Darth Vader's as of
course he doesn't exist yet) declared that it was time to
conquer the day. He'd learnt long ago not to argue with the
voice, as the one and only time he did, he was half way
convinced to join the Dark Side before breakfast had even
begun.
"Fine," he mumbled sleepily. "Today, Qui-Gon, is the first day
of the rest of your life."
He threw his legs out of bed and followed them five minutes
later.
At eight o'clock, Qui-Gon stood in his Jedi robes in front the
closed door to the Hall of the Apprentices. He'd eaten,
wandered aimlessly for a while, eaten again, watched his
mini-TV-wristwatch, and finally resigned to the fact that
stalling any longer would just get him in trouble. Taking a
deep breath, he opened the huge doors.
"By the Blessed Force!" he gasped, then slammed the doors
heavily again. "They're everywhere!"
He considered making a run for it, but at that moment,
Eh'cgt...uh, the Jedi Master who'd visited him the day before,
made an appearance.
"Good morning, Qui-Gon," he said with an amused look. "I see
you have already seen inside the Hall of the Apprentices."
"Uh, yeah," stammered Qui-Gon. "Do I have to go in?"
"I'm afraid so. Remember your Jedi teachings. Face your fear
and let it be your strength, not your weakness."
"Well, whoever wrote the teachings obviously hadn't seen
students before!" Qui-Gon retorted, with great emotion.
"Otherwise it'd have the addition of: "But if your fear is Jedi
Apprentices then run for your life!"
The Jedi Master chuckled. "Do not fear, Jedi. You are letting
your imagination run away with you. You will find an apprentice
more of a blessing than a curse." He grabbed hold of the
door-handle and motioned for Qui-Gon to follow him in. They
both entered. The hall was huge, and absolutely full with
various species of hopeful Apprentices. There were Instructors
and Masters and various other stressed officials madly dashing
around trying to round them all up into some orderly formation.
Unsuccessfully. Qui-Gon surveyed the room with a doubtful look.
"More of a blessing, you reckon?" he said, turning to the Jedi
Master. "Um, Eh'cthg-"
Let's call him Fred to make it easy, shall we?
"Fred?"
Yeah. Got a problem with that?
"Nooo...ok, then. Fred, what am I meant to be doing?"
Fred turned to the young Jedi and adopted a tone of voice which
suggested he'd had to recite this part more than once to many
Jedi's in the past. "Upon entering the Hall of the Apprentices,
a Jedi must survey the selection and use the Force to choose a
handful of hopefuls, upon which he will lead them into one of
the smaller interview rooms and begin examining them to further
narrow the selection."
Qui-Gon nodded and began looking around the room. After a few
minutes observation, he began catagorising them all into
groups. There were the wall-clingers clutching the paper bags
containing their mum-packed lunches. Then there were the
over-enthusiastic ones who were treating their 'Just Use The
Force' posters as lightsabers in small battles against each
other. Then there were the strange silent ones who looked all
too smart for their own good.
These first three groups Qui-Gon disregarded, as the first one
reminded him of how he used to be, and that was a memory he was
trying to repress. The second group had the self-control of a
Ga'logh Exploding Frog, and the third group were disregarded on
the basis that Qui-Gon didn't like anyone who looked smarter
than himself. Lastly there were a group of about twenty of so,
spread out around the hall who had naive, impressionable faces,
which, in Qui-Gon's opinion, were exactly the type of
apprentice he was looking for. He sidled over to them all in
turn, and told them all to enter an interview room on the right
side of the Hall. Then he returned to Fred.
"Uh, what kind of examination do I need to give them to narrow
it down?" he asked.
"Think of what is important to you, and use the Force to assist
in the selection. Narrow it down to no more than five choices,"
Fred answered. "When you have done this, return with them to me
and I will lead you to the next stage."
Qui-Gon nodded and wandered off to the interview room. He
entered and took a seat behind the desk and stared at the
twenty or so hopeful apprentices hovering before him. He
thought of Fred's words. Think of what is important to you.
Use the Force to assist in the selection. Hmmm... He sat
back in his chair and tuned into the Force to try and
discriminate between the young men before him. Hmmm...well,
that one's got nice skin...and this one has a nice body...that
one's arse I remember was impressive...yeah, that'll do. Thanks
Force He announced his decision to the room, and the
unsuccessful applicants trudged out, dejected. Qui-Gon felt a
twinge of guilt at having made his decision
so...unprofessionally.
"You three. Come with me," he said finally to the young men
before him.
Back to Fred they all went, and the Jedi Master eyed the
choices.
"Did the Force guide you well?" he asked finally.
Qui-Gon kicked his conscience to the back of his mind, and
nodded. "Extremely well."
"Then come with me," Fred continued, motioned for Qui-Gon and
his three possible apprentices to follow. He led them all to a
series of even smaller interview rooms a few corridors away and
motioned for the young men to take one room each. After they
were all in their respective rooms, Fred turned to Qui-Gon with
a twinkle in his eye.
"Your true apprentice will reveal himself in this series of
tests," he said with a smile. "They always do."
Qui-Gon gave the Master a quizzical look.
"Why do you say that?" he asked. "What does this test involve?"
The older Jedi grinned and leaned forward to whisper something
into the young Jedi's ear. Occasional looks of surprise, shock,
and excitement by Qui-Gon interjected the explanation. Finally
Fred finished whispering and stood back to note the Jedi's
final reaction. There was a pause as Qui-Gon absorbed all the
information he had just received, and finally he spoke.
"Woah! NOW I see why apprentice's can be a blessing
rather than a curse," he said dumbfounded. "And I also know
that I picked this lot using the appropriate method," he added
with a grin. Suddenly he tilted his head to one side in
thought. "Hey, do they all know what they're in for?" he
asked.
Fred grinned again. "No, but as I told you, your true
apprentice will reveal himself in this test. He will be the
only one who'll not only accept but also enjoy what you'll do
to him," he concluded with what could only be described as a
smirk. "Are you ready to begin?"
Qui-Gon turned to look at the three doors before him. Slowly a
grin spread itself over his face, and he rubbed his hands
together in anticipation.
"I have been ready and waiting all my life. Trust
me."
Qui-Gon stood in front of the interview rooms and pondered his
first move. Finally he took a deep breath, wiped the smirk off
his face, and strode over to Room 1. Pulling open the door, he
entered to find the find the hopeful apprentice with the nice
arse sitting on one of the room's only two chairs.
Oh, great thought Qui-Gon. Just go and sit on your
best feature, why don't you
He eyed the young man up and down. Hmm...possibly a little
on the scrawny side...nose is a little funny...
You can't talk.
"What?"
Nothing. I thought you said I shouldn't be talking to my
characters.
"Exactly. Shuttup."
The young man seated in the room gave Qui-Gon a nervous look.
"Ahhh...Master Qui-Gon," he said slowly. "Who are you talking
to?"
Qui-Gon gave the man an impressive look of bluffed superiority.
"I am speaking to the Force, young man," he replied. "One day
you might too if you can tune in to the right frequency."
The young man's expression changed to one of awe.
"Really?! I would so like that, Master Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. Yeah, well you're welcome to it,
m'laddo he thought.
Hey! You better be nice to me, or you loose your chance with
this pretty one.
"Dammit. And yes I am speaking to the Force again, young man."
The Jedi Hopeful nodded, his innocent face portraying an
emotion similar to that which a little kid shows when he had
believed in Santa all his life, and then finally starts to
suspect that it was just his parents after all.
"Anyway, we shall begin the next stage of the selection
process," continued on Qui-Gon, deftly changing the subject.
"Do you have any questions so far, before we begin?"
The young man sat still for a moment in thought. He
contemplated what he had witnessed so far about the powers of a
Jedi. Finally he spoke.
"How does one find the right frequency to hear the Force?"
asked the young man.
Just tune in to Mentally-Unstable-Author FM. Right near
104.voices-that-won't-shuttup FM, on your dial thought
Qui-Gon sardonically.
Suddenly the door to the interview room opened and in came
Yoda. Before the little Jedi Master could open his mouth to
speak, the young Jedi Hopeful shrieked and jumped up on his
chair.
"Ohmigod! Getitawayfromme!"
Yoda gave a quick look behind himself to check there was no one
there, then spoke.
"A problem you have, boy? A scare you experience? The cause is
me?"
The young man just shrieked again, and tried an unsuccessful
attempt of wrapping one foot around the back of the chair,
clinging on with the other, and jumping the entire thing back
against the wall. Qui-Gon thought it was time for him to speak.
"Calm down, lad," he said, while positioning himself between
Yoda and the scared young man. "What seems to be the problem?"
There was a pause as both Yoda and Qui-Gon mentally separated
the young man's words apart.
"This is Master Yoda," said Qui-Gon finally. "We tend not to
refer to him as a small furry thing." To his face anyway
he added silently.
"That I heard, young Jedi. My feelings you hurt. Your butt I
kick. Later
"Damn!" cried Qui-Gon. "Is there any other voices that'd like
to join me in my head, today! If you can find room!"
There was another pause.
"Ah. I said that out loud, didn't I. Oops."
In one short moment, the following actions occurred. The young
man took one look at the rooms two occupants - one representing
a phobia, one representing someone he wasn't sure had all his
marbles - and made a flying leap across the room and out the
door.
"Strong in the Force, that boy is," commented Yoda, finally.
"Fly he did, when freaked he became."
"Yeah, that he did, I did notice. I mean, I noticed that was
what he did."
Yoda gave him a Look.
"Sorry, Master," said Qui-Gon. "Deliberate it wasn't...ahh...It
wasn't deliberate."
Yoda tut-tutted but didn't say anything. This just caused
Qui-Gon to get the irresistible urge to fill in the silence.
"I mean, it's like when you're talking to someone with an
strong accent, and you find yourself mimicking it
unintentionally? In a completely non-insulting way. Did I ever
mention that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?"
Yoda just sighed and muttered to himself as he turned and
hobbled out of the room.
"Jedi Master he is. Crazy I was. Screwed we all are."
Finally, Qui-Gon was left alone in the interview room.
"You did that deliberately, didn't you?"
Yes. And don't even think of calling me what you're planning on
calling me, or you lose Possible Apprentice number two, too.
Qui-Gon snorted and strode out of the first room, slamming the
door behind him. Turning to the side, he marched a few paces to
the left and stopped in front of Room 2. He took a deep breath
and entered. Inside was the young Apprentice Hopeful with the
nice skin. Qui-Gon eyed the young man up and down. Nice bod,
too. Good dental hygiene. Neat appearance Qui-Gon nodded to
himself and took a seat opposite the young man.
"Tell me," he said. "Why do you wish to be a Jedi?"
The Apprentice Hopeful leaned forward in his chair, with a big
smile plastered across his face.
"I want to learn all that is good and right and in line with
the Light side of the Force," he said eagerly, in a chirpy
voice. "I want to help people, and fight for justice," he
added, in cause Qui-Gon hadn't caught the full gist of his
enthusiasm.
"That's very admirable, young man," commented Qui-Gon while
sitting back in his own chair. "Tell me, do you respect my
authority?"
"Fully, Master Qui-Gon," replied the young man without a pause.
"I wish to learn all that you can teach me, and please and help
you with anything you should need or want."
Qui-Gon blinked his eyes a few times to check it was in fact a
candidate sitting before him, and not his fairy godmother.
"I am pleased that is your wish," he replied finally. "You
shall come with me now, to further test our compatibility. A
Jedi-"
"-must be on the same Force wave as his Master," interjected
the eager applicant. "I have learnt the entire Jedi Teaching
Manual and all the Rules and Regulations as well," he explained
proudly, beaming with pride.
Qui-Gon eyed him warily, as a sneaky suspicion that this
over-eagerness could become annoying, crept into his mind. He
pushed the thought back, as he still found this one
particularly attractive and he, in a very un-Jedi manner, had
always been a firm believer is body over mind, rather than vice
versa.
"Very admirable," he said finally. "Now come with me."
He stood up and motioned for the young man to follow him out of
the small room. He led him down the corridors he knew so well,
until he reached the doorway to his room. The door opened on
his command and they both entered. The young man eyed the room
with a bright smile on his face.
"Gee, this is a lovely room, Master Qui-Gon," bubbled the young
man. "I hope I get to have a room like this one day! It's all
sunny and white, and I can feel the Force flowing freely
through it like a pretty little butterfly through a beautiful
sky!"
Block out the cheeriness and I might be able to stand this
one thought Qui-Gon. He herded the young man away from
searching through everything in his room, and caught his
attention.
"You said before that you respect my authority," he said, and
the young man nodded. "Therefore you will do anything I say,
without question," he continued, eyeing the man carefully.
"Anything, Master Qui-Gon."
"Good," said Qui-Gon. "Take off your clothes."
The young man didn't look the slightest bit surprised, and
began stripping himself slowly until he stood naked in front of
the Jedi Master.
Damn, that boy has nice skin! thought Qui-Gon lustfully.
And his body...Mmm MMM!
"Good," he said out loud. "Now come closer."
The young man moved forward until he stood barely an inch in
front of the Jedi Master.
"Kneel."
The boy knelt on the floor and waited patiently for his
prospective Master's next command. Qui-Gon tilted his head to
one side as a thought suddenly made its way into his mind.
"Tell me," he said slowly. "Do you know what I am doing?"
The young man looked up happily and sincerely into Qui-Gon's
eyes. "I believe you are testing to see if I am sexually
subservient to you, as well as mentally and physically, Master
Qui-Gon," he replied. "You will not find me wanting. I am here
to please you in what ever manner you desire," he continued
brightly. "It pleases me to please someone so strong with the
Lightness in the Force."
Qui-Gon blinked his eyes, hardly believing what he was hearing.
He knew that Fred had explained it all to him before, but he
had been a little doubting that it would actually work.
"Ah," he said intelligently. "Well done. Now then, lean
yourself forward, open your mouth and-"
"OOOOOooooOO!"
Qui-Gon looked at the boy in surprise. He had not thought he
was quite as well endowed as the young man seemed to be
making out. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was quite the
stud-muffin. This boy was definitely for the keeping. He puffed
up in pride, but before he could speak again he noticed the boy
had moved from his position at his feet and had crawled around
behind him and was moving towards the couch.
"Wha-?"
Before he knew what was happening, the young man had grabbed
Booboo from underneath the cushion that Qui-Gon had earlier in
the morning hid it under.
"Oh, my!" the Jedi Hopeful gasped. "It's sooooo adorable!! All
pink and fluffy and...oh, just soooo lovable!!"
He almost smothered the soft toy with love and kisses, talking
in little kiddie talk all throughout.
"And how is Mista Fwuffy Wuffie? Oh, aren't 'oo a widdle cutie!
Oh, I'm neva wetting 'oo go!!"
Qui-Gon had been smiling at the young man's heart of gold a
second before, but suddenly his expression froze. Did he
just say that he's never letting you go, Booboo? he
thought, horrified.
"Uh, you know you can't have him, don't you," he said slowly to
the young man, edging closer to his precious toy.
The Jedi Hopeful looked up with a confused expression.
"But he's just soooo cute!" he cried. "I must have him!"
Qui-Gon began to feel slightly worried.
"You will obey me, boy," he said. "Give Booboo back, now!"
"NO!"
"Goo-" Qui-Gon paused mid-word. "Excuse me? Are you disobeying
me?" he said incredulously. "You just before said you would
obey me, mind body and soul, and were even ready to be my
little sex slave, and now you're turning on me purely
because you want my Booboo?!"
"I must have him," insisted the young man. "Please let me keep
him."
"No! You can't have him, he's mine! He'll never be yours!"
A sudden change came over the young man's appearance. When
before he had been cheery and sweet-as-can-be, now a foreign
expression crossed over his face. It was an expression which
Qui-Gon suspected had never been seen there before. He could
feel the Force within the boy darken.
"I will have Booboo," the young man said. "And you will not
stop me."
Qui-Gon snapped. There was not many things in his life he truly
believed were worth dying for, but no one, absolutely no
one stole his Booboo.
"Give it back, you little brat!" he screamed, throwing himself
across the room.
"NOOOOOOOO!!"
And a battle began. One which, in fact, could be called far
more impressive than, say, one over a trading deal involving
some minor planet or another. Qui-Gon jumped upon the young
man, grabbing hold of the hostage, and snatched it back out of
the his grasp. Unfortunately he didn't get away in time, as he
was set upon by the full force of the young man's strong body,
and was squashed so flat to the ground that he could feel that
impressive skin he'd admired so much hard up against him. A
wrestling match began; the poor teddybear stuck between the
wriggling, kicking, biting, and screaming bodies. Mustering all
the power of the Force he could, Qui-Gon sent the boy flying
against the far wall, and then grabbed Booboo from him somewhat
squished position on the floor. He was about to start moulding
the poor teddybear back into its original shape, when he felt a
massive disturbance in the Force fill the room. He'd felt it
just before when he'd first denied the boy his Booboo. It was
the Dark side taking control of the young Jedi Hopeful. The
anger and resentment which the boy felt towards Qui-Gon fed the
Darkness of the Force, and a physical change crept over the
young man.
"Oh, by the Force...!" Qui-Gon whispered in shock.
The boy was no longer the overly-cheery enthusiastic youth he
had been a few minutes before. Now he seemed to have grown more
menacing, his eyes glowing yellow and red.
And his skin! thought Qui-Gon. His red and black
skin! It used to be...so...cute...
"MAUL!" he screamed, using the young man's name for the first
time. "Control yourself!"
"Never...!" growled the transformed man, his horns glistening
dreadfully as the power of the Dark side of the Force emanated
from every pore in his body. "I have never asked for anything
in my life. I have diligently obeyed and followed all orders
given to me to help people. But now...NOW....!" He paused as he
felt the anger and hatred flow freely into his soul for the
first time in his life. "NOW I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!! I WILL
HAVE BOOBOO OR I WILL SEND ALL THAT DARE OPPOSE ME TO HELL!!"
Qui-Gon stared at the possessed man in horror. Finally, he
managed to find his voice.
"Oops."
Maul seethed and foamed at the mouth as he continued spilling
his anger into the world.
"I thought you were meant to be GOOD!" he yelled harshly. "I
have believed it all my life. Yet you will not give me
BOOBOO!!"
He stood up slowly and Qui-Gon felt that the young man had
grown in size since his transformation. He now stood, a
menacing form, in the corner of the room.
"I. Will. Have. My. Revenge." Maul swore. "I will find a true
Master to teach me the skills of the Force, and then when I do,
I will track you down. You. Will. Die."
Qui-Gon felt a strange premonition of the future. He shook his
head to clear the ridiculous idea away. Nuhhh...That's just
silly he thought. He wouldn't come after me in the
future purely because I wouldn't let him have my Booboo
His thoughts were interrupted by the recently transformed Maul
jumping full force through his window, out of the Jedi Academy,
laughing evilly as he ran into the distance. The effect was
slightly ruined by the fact that he was still wearing his
powder blue knitted cardigan and white baggy trousers.
Qui-Gon stood staring at the receding figure for a few minutes,
gently hugging his Booboo against his chest. Finally he sighed
deeply and turned back to the door of his room.
Last one he thought, almost relieved. He will be the
right one, or by the Force I will chuck a tantrum like none
other
He plodded off out of his room and back to Room 3, feeling
slightly guilty for making the last contender wait for so long.
Well, patience is a virtue, is it not? he thought to
himself. I'll pretend I did it deliberately
Taking a deep breath, Qui-Gon placed his hand on the handle and
pushed open the door...
Qui-Gon stepped inside the room containing his last hopeful
Jedi Apprentice and shut the door slowly behind him. He took a
long hard look at the boy. The boy gave him a long hard look
back, from head to toe.
Ooo! thought Qui-Gon. He perved on me! That has to be
good!
He sat down in the seat behind the desk.
"Tell me," he said after returning the perv. "Why are you here
at the Jedi Academy?"
"I have always wanted to be a Jedi," answered Obi-Wan honestly.
"There's just something about Jedi Masters..."
He left the sentence hanging.
What? thought Qui-on You can't leave it there,
boy! He gave Obi-Wan a suspicious look, but the young man
had an innocent expression plastered on his face and was
patiently waiting for a response from his prospective Master.
"Care to elaborate?" asked Qui-Gon finally, as he stared at the
table in thought.
"I've always wanted to have someone I could call Master," said
Obi-Wan, his voice dripping with sexual innuendo.
Qui-Gon snapped his head up, but Obi-Wan's face was as innocent
as always. He reflexively crossed his legs incase it wasn't
just his mind that liked the sound of the young man's answer.
Damn! thought Qui-Gon. How the hell does he do
that?!
He decided it was time to skip the rest of the interview,
regardless of the fact that they'd only been in there for a
minute, and move straight onto...the Physical Test. Though, he
thought, maybe continuing the Oral Test in a different fashion
might be worthwhile too. "Come with me," he told Obi-Wan, after
he had finally sorted out his plan of action. The boy obliged
and they both exited the room and walked down the passageway to
Qui-Gon's room. The Jedi wanted to fall a step behind his
prospective apprentice so he could perv on the boy's butt, and
so used the subtlest tactic he could think of.
"Ow!" he yelled.
Obi-Wan turned, concerned.
"Are you hurt, Master Qui-Gon?"
Qui-Gon gripped his ankle, rubbing it slightly.
"Oh, I'm fine Obi-Wan. Old Jedi injury, that's all," he
replied. "You just walk ahead and I'll keep up with you."
Obi-Wan stared at Qui-Gon for a moment, in confusion.
"But cannot Jedi heal themselves?" he asked innocently.
"Er, yeees," replied Qui-Gon, reaching back down to his ankle.
"And wasn't it your other ankle that you hurt?" interjected
Obi-Wan before Qui-Gon could continue his excuse.
"Ah. Yes," replied Qui-Gon, not too confidently. "Well, you
see, not all injuries heal, and I have them on both ankles.
Yes. That's it."
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to question the sense of the Jedi
Master's words, but Qui-Gon decided it was time to steer the
boy clear of revealing his bad attempt at an excuse to perv.
"Walk ahead, boy. Walk ahead," he said, shooing Obi-Wan down
the passageway. "Yeeeeesss...that's it!"
He nearly tripped over his own feet, causing a genuine injury,
at the sight of Obi-Wan's perfectly formed butt swinging its
way from side to side down the passageway ahead of him.
Ooo, baby!! thought Qui-Gon, his eyes nearly popping out
of his head at the sight in front of him. Suddenly Obi-Wan
stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly.
"Agggaaahhh..." drooled Qui-Gon, whose line of sight refused to
shift, and was therefore currently staring full pelt at
Obi-Wan's cock clearly shaped under his tight pants. I can
think of one disadvantage of him becoming my apprentice
thought Qui-Gon. He'll have to change to wearing the baggy
Jedi robes instead of those deliciously revealing
pants
"Master Qui-Gon..." said Obi-Wan slowly.
"Gaahhh?"
"Are you ok. Master?"
"Gaaa...Ah. Yes. I'm fine, Obi-Wan," spluttered out Qui-Gon
after he gained control of his jaw once again. "Off you go,
there's a good boy," he added, shooing the boy down the
passageway again.
"But Master Qui-Gon," insisted Obi-Wan, standing his ground. "I
wish to ask you a question."
"Oh. Yes, fire away...er...I mean, a Jedi must always be
willing to ask questions as it shows a willingness to learn so
please ask," replied Qui-Gon, aware that his calm, wise Jedi
Master act was slowly loosing face.
"Is it true that a partnership of Master and Padawan can sense
each other's thoughts?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yes that is true," replied Qui-Gon, on safer ground. "It is an
ability to manipulate the force which all Jedi's learn, but
which is strongest between Master and Padawan."
"Oh," replied Obi-Wan, still looking slightly puzzled. "Well,
is it possible that I could sense your thoughts, then?"
"Well, yes, I sup-" Qui-Gon's expression froze suddenly as he
realized what the boy was insinuating. "Why do you ask?" he
asked as innocently as possible.
"Well..." replied Obi-Wan carefully, "it's just that I
think I heard your thoughts just a moment ago..."
Qui-Gon felt a blush creeping steadily over his face.
"And what exactly did you think you heard?" he asked
slowly.
"I thought I heard you firstly think, "Ooo, baby!", and then a
moment later, you thought, "I can think of one disadvantage of
him becoming my apprentice - he'll have to change to wearing
the baggy Jedi robes instead of those deliciously
revealing pants," replied Obi-Wan in a perfect imitation of
Qui-Gon's mental voice.
The Jedi Master opened and shut his mouth a few times, trying
to formulate an excuse. Not that having him stare at me like
that is helping he thought, as he stood under the spotlight
of the boy's gaze.
"Err...Yeeess...Yes! I did think that! Is there a problem with
that?!" he almost yelled in an overly defensive manner.
"No!" replied Obi-Wan quickly, reacting to Qui-Gon's tone of
voice. "No, of course not, Master."
Oooo! shivered Qui-Gon, making sure he'd shielded his
thoughts this time. Goddamn, I love how he says
'Master'! Unfortunately, so did his cock, which was
threatening to wear a hole through his tunic. Using his amazing
Jedi abilities, Qui-Gon concluded that this probably wasn't the
time or place to be seen walking around with a massive
erection.
"'Massive', Master?" inquired Obi-Wan with a raised eyebrow and
an impressed look.
Qui-Gon nearly jumped out of his skin. "Dammit! I'd shielded my
thoughts! You shouldn't have heard that!" he almost yelled,
feeling a blush return to his cheeks. "Just- Just- Turn around
and keep walking!"
Obi-Wan did as he was ordered, and so as a result Qui-Gon
didn't see the smirk on the young man's face.
Oh, yeah thought Obi-Wan as he deliberately fell into a
seductive swinging motion of his hips. I've got him around
my little finger
Luckily for him he was better as shielding his thoughts than
the drooling Jedi Master behind him.
Five minutes later and with relatively less incidents, Qui-Gon
and Obi-Wan made it to the Jedi Master's room.
Giving a verbal order for the door to lock behind them after
they entered, Qui-Gon turned and faced his prospective
apprentice.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" he asked smoothly.
"You're testing to see how much I'm willing to do," replied
Obi-Wan, just as smoothly.
"And..."
"And what?"
"And are you willing to do it?"
"You haven't said what I'm meant to be doing yet."
"Oh, that's right. Damn."
He was quickly losing the upper hand in this conversation. He
was starting to suspect that the boy had far more experience in
the art of seduction than he had. Which is he thought
not necessarily a bad thing
Or a difficult thing to achieve.
"If you talk to me one more bloody time I'm leaving this
story!!"
Well, actually, you're not until I'm done with you, but point
taken. So, moving on, Qui-Gon thought it was time to further
test the boy.
Time for his Physical he thought.
Slowly he approached Obi-Wan, until he was standing barely a
foot in front of him. Reaching forward, he ran his hands up
underneath the young man's top and savoured the smooth skin
beneath. He felt a small shiver of anticipation envelop
Obi-Wan's body and the tingle of small goose bumps as his cold
hands touched the warm flesh beneath. He drew his hands up to
the boy's nipples and slowly ran a finger over the erect buds,
smiling as Obi-Wan drew in his breath sharply at the touch. The
atmosphere in the room was deafeningly quiet - a sensation he
hadn't felt in many a long year, as it had been some time since
he been so close to another person. He heard every breath, both
of him and of Obi-Wan, so clearly and deeply as he ran his
hands in circles over the firm skin and tight muscles. Finally,
after drawing the initial experience out as long as possible,
he pulled Obi-Wan's top up and over the boy's head and threw it
to the ground where it fell, instantly forgotten. He stared
wide-eyed at Obi-Wan's chest, only now seeing with his eyes
what his hands had touched before.
By the Force, you're beautiful! thought Qui-Gon as he
admired the view.
"Thank you, Master."
Qui-Gon momentarily snapped out of his trance.
"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to myself,"
snapped Qui-Gon in embarrassment. "Stop reading my thoughts."
"Sorry, Master," replied Obi-Wan in a tone that suggested he
wasn't the slightest bit sorry. "And you were talking to
me as you said "you're beautiful" rather than "he's beautiful".
"You're correcting my use of language now?!"
"Good point," replied Obi-Wan, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I'll shut up then, shall I?"
"Yes, you do that," said Qui-Gon firmly. "No making a sound
unless you have something worthwhile to say...or express."
"Yes Master. Sorry Master."
Qui-Gon nodded, and then thought he should add one more point
before continuing.
"No talking, except for using the word 'Master'. You can
use that as much as you want."
"Yes Master," replied Obi-Wan, in the most seductive voice he
could muster.
"Gaaahhh..." drooled Qui-Gon, his knees threatening to give way
underneath him. Deciding to forget talking as he wasn't sure he
could manage to construct a sentence let alone one word, he
moved closer to Obi-Wan once again and continued his
exploration of the young man's body.
He knelt down on his knees, half deliberately, half because he
was having serious trouble stopping them from turning to jelly.
Slowly he began undoing Obi-Wan's tight, very, very
tight, oh, so deliciously tight-
"Yes, I think they've got the point."
Oh, just because I'm the author I'm not allowed to drool too?
Fine, so...Qui-Gon pulled down on the material, exposing the
revelation that Obi-Wan wore nothing underneath his pants. His
hands still working to remove all the remaining clothes left on
the boy, Qui-Gon kept his eyes glued to the sight of the
impressive cock hanging only a few inches in front of his face.
"Master?" said Obi-Wan quietly. "Aren't these really expensive
carpets?" Qui-Gon dragged his eyes up and gave him a confused
look. "It's just that I'm not sure how easy it is to get drool
out of them."
Qui-Gon looked down at the pool developing directly beneath
where his lower jaw was hanging.
"Guuuhhh uhhh," he said, finally.
"Was that a 'shut up', Master?"
"Gaaaa," Qui-Gon nodded. He reached up and grabbed hold of the
boy's hips. He licked his lips, while looking up to meet
Obi-Wan's eyes to make sure he knew his intention. Looking down
again, he noticed the cock in front of him stiffen slightly,
and he grinned.
Yeah, I've still got it he thought to himself smugly.
But instead of taking Obi-Wan's cock into his mouth, he
maneuvered the boy's hips around to make him face the opposite
direction. He felt a small wave of confusion and disappointment
emanate from Obi-Wan as he did so.
"Patience is a trait of the Jedi," he said in response to the
unspoken whinge. He felt a small twinge of guilt inside him as
he knew he'd only resisted giving Obi-Wan what he expected as
he wanted to regain control of the situation. He rose to his
feet and guided Obi-Wan over to the nearby desk, running his
hands up the young man's shoulders and down the length of his
arms, twirling his fingers around his wrists. He pushed down
and forced the young man to bend forward, his hands resting on
the tabletop. He then stood back a step, admiring the view once
again. As he stood there he could hardly believe that only an
hour or so ago he'd been dreading the thought of having an
apprentice. But now...now things were looking up.
Looking down at his own body, he realised that it wasn't just
the situation that was looking up.
Damn, I've got to get out of these clothes! he thought,
undressing himself in a far less calm manner than he had done
to Obi-Wan. Finally he stood as naked as the young man in front
of him. He stepped forward, pushing himself so close to the
exposed buttocks that he felt both himself and Obi-Wan's breath
quicken at the contact. He stood still a moment, relishing the
sight of his own cock pressed so close to such a magnificent
goal.
And to think that guys like him wouldn't even give me the
time of day before I became a Jedi Master he thought in
self-satisfaction. Goddamn I love my job!
He suddenly realised that he was drooling on himself this time,
causing the unintentional but convenient result of lubricating
his cock. He pushed slightly into Obi-Wan, pulling back
suddenly when he thought he might have hurt him. Yet, Obi-Wan
had not uttered a sound, and he realised that the ring of
muscles he had just entered were relaxed perfectly to
accommodate him. Qui-Gon shot Obi-Wan's ass a suspicious look.
This isn't the butt of a virgin he thought. He's done
this before. Quite a few times I suspect, judging by how
quickly he accommodated me
He pushed himself in further, feeling the heat encompass his
own cock, causing him to gasp loudly in pleasure. He heard
Obi-Wan begin to moan deeply as he began pushing himself
forwards and backwards, thrusting deeper and deeper with each
motion. He grabbed hold of the boy's hips with one hand as
Obi-Wan began to rock forward more forcefully with each thrust,
reaching the other around and under the boy in order to grab
the straining cock beneath. He heard Obi-Wan gasp sharply as he
wrapped his huge hand around and began stroking the boy's cock
intensely, feeling both Obi-Wan and him respond to the
increased pleasure they received from the experience. Suddenly
Obi-Wan contracted his muscles and pushed back hard, impaling
himself deeply on Qui-Gon's throbbing cock, and both of them
came loudly and forcefully in one ecstatic moment.
A few seconds later Qui-Gon managed to muster enough energy to
push himself backwards and fell to the floor in a heap.
Gathering the scattered pieces of his mind together, he slowly
began to regain control of himself.
By the Force, that was amazing! he thought
emphatically, not caring if Obi-Wan heard.
Exhausted, and as thoroughly satisfied as he was, he managed to
lift his head up and see the state in which he'd left Obi-Wan.
The young man was standing facing him with an expectant look of
his face, which for the life of him, Qui-Gon thought meant:
"Now what?"
The Jedi Master felt a little put off. Here he was, lying
exhausted on the floor, while the boy was treating the
experience like it was just foreplay.
Forget taking it easy he thought. If he thinks he's
oh so bloody better than me, then let's just see how far he's
willing to go
He stared into space for a moment as he pondered his next move,
but his thoughts were interrupted by a Jt'lah wolf-hound
howling in the distance.
Damn bloody dog!" he thought. Suddenly his brain told
him to consider his words. Damn. Bloody. Dog. Dog!
He quickly strode over to his cupboard and snatched the collar
and lead he kept inside, for when his cousin and her Wil'hr
Blood-hound came to visit. Slowly he turned to face Obi-Wan
with what he hoped was a slow, meaningful smirk. Walking over
to the young man with a slight swing of his hips in what he'd
read somewhere was deemed sexy...but then he remembered that
was for women...he unlocked the studded circle of metal with a
loud click. Reaching up, he fastened the collar around
Obi-Wan's neck.
"Damn he looks good in chains!" thought Qui-Gon appreciatively,
as he stepped back for a better view.
He pulled down sharply on the lead and forced the young man to
his knees.
"Oooooo!" exclaimed Obi-Wan, as his head was pulled in front of
Qui-Gon at groin-height.
Qui-Gon began to feel smug thoughts involving the word
'well-endowed' and 'stud-muffin' for the second time that day.
Then he remembered that the boy already knew
his...measurements, and his mind quickly turned to what had
happened when the last applicant reacted in that manner after
falling to his knees. He snapped his head around and noticed
Booboo was sticking out slightly from under the couch again.
"Nooooooooooooooooo!" he yelled, as he made a mad dash across
the room and dive-bombed the teddy-bear, stuffing it further
under and out of sight. He paused. Then he looked around at
Obi-Wan who was still kneeling, wearing only a slightly worried
expression.
"What was that?" the young man asked.
"Nothing!" yelled Qui-Gon, a little too loud.
"But I saw a tedd-"
"No you didn't! It was nothing!"
"I thought I-"
Qui-Gon thought it was time to mind-whammy the boy. It was
proving Jedi ability after all, he rationalized.
"You saw nothing. You will never want anything called Booboo,
and you will never try and take Booboo away from me," he
intoned with a wave of his hand.
"Booboo?" said Obi-Wan.
"Go- Uh, yes, Booboo is what you don't want and won't take from
me," Qui-Gon said, a little less confidently with another wave
of his hand.
"You have a teddy-bear named Booboo?" asked Obi-Wan with an
amused expression.
Qui-Gon felt himself blush ever so slightly.
"Ye- Actually no I don't. So you can't have him."
A slight grin formed on Obi-Wan's face.
"You think I'm going to fight you for a teddy-bear named
Booboo?!" He eyed his prospective Master up and down
with a teasing look. "How old do you think I am?"
Qui-Gon now felt about two feet tall under the gaze of the
amused candidate. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, a
voice told him that if anyone should feel embarrassed right now
then it should be the one kneeing, wearing a collar and leash.
He mentally made a rude gesture at the voice and returned to
the conscious world.
"Uhh, I...think...you have me wrong..." he stammered. "In fact
Booboo's not my teddy-bear...yes, that's it!...I'm just minding
him for...er...Yoda?...yes...Yoda!"
"Yoda?"
"Yes, Yoda," replied Qui-Gon with not too much confidence in
his voice. "Small toys are like...friends...to him..."
"Really?"
"Yeah...because you see...he sometimes mistakes them for actual
living creatures...what with him being the same height and
all...so...yeah..."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. Qui-Gon thought it was definitely
time to veer away from the subject of soft-toys.
"Uh...speaking of...Yoda..." he began, desperately trying to
decide what to say next. "Ah! Yes! I have a final question for
you, Obi-Wan."
"I am ready for anything, Master," replied Obi-Wan, who knew
damn well that saying that line combined with the fact that he
was naked, kneeling and chained would probably get him a Pass
instantly.
"Argggg..." nodded Qui-Gon, momentarily unable to speak because
the excess drool threatening to waterfall out of his mouth.
"The Question, Master..." prompted Obi-Wan patiently, with a
small satisfied grin.
"Guuugghh...ahh..Oh. Oh! The Question," spluttered out Qui-Gon
finally, his brain suddenly hardening back from its temporary
gelatine form. "The Question is: If Yoda asked you to grant him
sexual favours, would you do it? Keep in mind he's a superior
to you, yet not your Master."
Obi-Wan didn't even pause. "I would not do it, as regardless of
the fact he is a superior, it would be EEEEWWWWWWW!!!"
Qui-Gon's face, which he'd kept carefully impassive throughout
the question and answer, suddenly broke into a relieved grin.
"Good! That is the correct answer and now you are officially my
Padawan," he said happily. "While you are meant to be a
sex-slave to me, I would have definitely worried about your
mental state of health if you had answered 'yes' to being one
for Yoda."
Obi-Wan grinned. "Thank you for choosing me, Master," he said
smoothly. "I believe we shall have many eventful times ahead,
together. I can sense it."
The two men swapped smirks and the rest of their sex-filled
lives together began on that note.
Meanwhile, far, far away, on a dark ship speeding away from the
Jedi Home-planet...
"Not that damn Booboo, was it?" the hooded Sith Lord asked of
his young horned companion.
Maul nodded in embarrassment.
"That thing has more Force in it that every Jedi or Sith
combined. It was Yoda's before it was Qui-Gon's, and it was the
reason I turned to the Dark Side too," Sidious said, clenching
his fists. "There's no shame in admitting it."
He reached up and planted two strong hands on Maul's shoulders,
forcing the boy to meet his gaze.
"Listen to me," he said in a voice that commanded both fear and
respect. "You can have all the teddy-bears you want if you stay
with me, Darth Maul. Yes, you are now my apprentice. And you
will wreak revenge upon those that have turned on you. You will
slaughter and horrify all who you face, and will dedicate your
life to spreading evil upon every planet in this universe. All
will fear you."
He leaned forward, his voice lowering and his eyes glowing as
red as Maul's.
"But most importantly, my Apprentice," he said. "More important
than all else, you will have Booboo if the hells have to
open and swallow all that is good into eternal torture in order
for it to be so!"
An evil smirk broke out over Maul's face as the fate of his
future revealed itself before him.
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