Archive: Master Apprentice, SWAL, anywhere else just ask me.
Category: Pre-TPM, Romance, First-Time, some PWP just to get
them in love...oh heck, like I know?
Rating: PG, HC (Submit, the Christian Coalition will make you
SUBMIT!!!)
Warnings: None. All fluff.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon find out their feelings after
another Padawan exposes them.
Feedback: Yes please. I beg you, PLEASE give me feedback!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters. Tenplí
however (as an unconscious expression of my subconscious) is my
own creation, and shall remain. The song lyrics aren't mine
either.
Author's Note: The song is the Spanish version of 'La Copa de
la Vida' by Ricky Martín. If you want a translation,
email me or something. It doesn't really matter, all that
matters is the meaning of the song. Which, however garbled, is
present in the English version also.
La vida es competición...
"Ay!" his opponent yelled, charging forward with a powerful
thrust. Obi-Wan Kenobi merely side-stepped, and brought his
blade down on the other's neck as he ran past. It scored a
killing blow, but only a bruise for his opponent. Not for the
first time, he was glad that they were using practice sabers.
Para vivir hay que luchar Un corazon para ganar...
"Good job, both of you. Tenplí, you need to control your
anger much more. You succumbed to it, and in doing so,
effectively killed yourself," Master Qui-Gon Jinn nodded to his
Padawan and opponent. Tenplí's Master had gone away for
a week, leaving Tenplí under Master Jinn's supervision.
Tenplí had quickly learned to dislike Obi-Wan, and that
only was brought to bear during any training exercise. He had
tried to make Obi-wan seem less to his Master for some reason,
most likely to make it seem that he was better than the older
Padawan. Other than that, they would have been fast friends.
Como Caín y Abel, es un partido cruel...
Obi-Wan felt Tenplí glare at him. //Why me? Master
Qui-Gon was the one that had reprimanded him!// Obi-Wan mused
bitterly. He was not ignorant to Tenplí's dislike of
him, and made a concerted effort to avoid him. However, as
supervision for a few more weeks had been assigned to Master
Jinn, he had to deal with it.
Tienen pelear por una estrella...
Qui-Gon sensed his Padawan's irritation, and probed his mind
gently. //Obi-Wan, a Jedi must be able to work with people that
he may not like and not like him. Focus on patience, my
Padawan,// Qui-Gon advised calmly, and felt Obi-Wan collect
himself and return to full shielding. "Another kich'o hyung,
and you will spar again," Qui-gon ordered quietly. Both
Padawans nodded in assent silently, Tenplí only glaring
at Obi-Wan briefly before forming into a single line before
Master Jinn.
Consigue con honor...
"Si jak!" Qui-Gon ordered them to begin. Obi-Wan knew the
kich'o hyungs, the basic katas, very well, but Tenplí
seemed to have more trouble with it. Obi-Wan knew that his
opponent was very good with the higher hyungs, and guessed that
his Master didn't drill Tenplí in the basics much.
Obi-Wan smiled to himself, grateful for Master Qui-Gon as his
teacher. His Master didn't let him forget anything.
Tenplí was glancing over, with his eyes or the Force, at
Obi-Wan, for every movement that they had to make, and Obi-wan
could feel the boy's embarrassment with himself, and ensuring
self-loathing and anger. He sent an anonymous wave of soothing
energy at the troubled boy, who promptly stumbled in a move,
and nearly fell. Obi-Wan rushed to catch him, ignoring the past
glares and anger towards him.
Tú y yo, ale ale ale...
Tenplí brushed off the help angrily, jerking himself
from Obi-Wan's grasp. They resumed the hyung, Tenplí
throwing his emotions of anger and self-hatred into the
movements. Every block resounded with the force of anger being
let go. He did not follow the Jedi tradition of releasing
emotion to the Force, but instead used the energy to enhance
the hyung. Obi-Wan was impressed, but let none of it show on
his face.
Go, go gol, ale ale ale...
Qui-Gon commanded the halt of the hyung, and formal ritual. "Ja
ryut, kyung yae!" he bowed gracefully to the two students, who
bowed lower to him in deference of his status. "Sparring,"
Qui-Gon stated calmly, an Obi-Wan bowed his head slightly. He
could feel Tenplí fighting the urge to hit him over the
head, and wondered why the boy didn't have stronger control
over his emotions. Then Obi-Wan remembered that not every
Padawan had a master as controlled as Qui-Gon, and not all of
them tried to live up to that same level of control. He
accepted this, and pondered how his opponent fought, using his
emotions instead of controlling them. He decided to try it.
Hay que soñar ser campéon...
Obi-Wan lit his practice saber, seeing it flicker as no
full-power light saber would, and centered himself. He shielded
his mind, and felt Tenplí do the same. He took a
sparring stance across from his opponent, and looked into the
dark brown eyes opposite to him. He waited for Qui-Gon's
command to begin.
"Si jak!" Qui-Gon's voice thundered, and Obi-Wan, more from
instinct and long habit of obeying that voice, began one half
second earlier than his opponent. He took advantage of this,
and struck down forcefully towards his opponent. Tenplí
was startled by this rather aggressive posture from the older
Padawan, but defended himself quickly, replying with an
answering attack.
Tu instinto natural vencer a tu rival...
Obi-Wan focused on channeling his current emotions into his
attacks and defenses. All of his confusion at Tenplí's
certain hatred of him funneled into the match, and also did his
irritation with Tenplí's immature attempts to disgrace
him for his Master. He found himself fighting more passionately
and harder, yet not feeling any of the stress he would have
normally. It was quite relaxing, therapeutic almost, to fight
in this manner. But it was distracting Tenplí to no end.
Es un partido cruel...
Tenplí narrowed his eyes at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan
staggered back. Tenplí was using his own emotions to
confuse and distract Obi-Wan by thrusting them into his mind.
Obi-Wan shielded his mind, and almost naturally released
Tenplí's emotional attack to the Force. Then he smiled
at Tenplí. //He's giving me a weapon to defeat him with,
whether he knows it or not!// Obi-Wan grinned cockily.
Tenplí's slitted eyes slanted up at the edges in
challenge, and threw another emotional barrage against Obi-Wan,
all the while parrying with the saber. Obi-Wan took the
emotions that were thrown against him, and channeled those,
with his own, into the attack.
Vencer a tu rival...
Tenplí gasped at his own emotions being used against
him, and fell down under the assault. His shields failed, and a
wave of uncontrolled and unchecked emotion flowed over Obi-Wan.
His anger, his desire to win, his...longing for Obi-Wan?
Obi-Wan cleared his mind, and pushed the emotions gently back
to Tenplí, who was flushed angrily at his embarrassment.
He knelt next to his opponent, and brushed his mind to his
opponent. //Here, let me help you,// Obi-Wan offered. He sensed
Tenplí's first refusal, then acceptance.
Para sobrevivir y luchar por él...
Obi-Wan helped Tenplí collect himself, reform his
shields, and then withdrew. Qui-Gon was watching him. Obi-Wan
nodded at his Master, waiting for some comment from him.
//Interesting fight, more done mentally than physically,//
Qui-Gon blinked his eyes. //Yes, Master. Emotional assault. I
shall remember it. I hope that this loss of control that
Tenplí had will not happen again,// Obi-Wan squirmed
uncomfortably. //You sensed his desire for you,// Qui-Gon noted
flatly. He dismissed Tenplí to his quarters, and began
walking back to the quarters he shared with his Padawan.
La vida es pura pasión...
//Yes, Master. I hadn't guessed that he was fighting with me so
much merely because he liked me. He was pushing me away while
wanting me to be closer to him,// Obi-Wan dissected carefully.
//That is a common reaction, Padawan. He is most likely afraid
of rejection, and so decided not to risk it by pushing you away
so you'd never guess. Unless something like this happens. I
know this reaction well,// Qui-Gon's mental sigh of loss and
sadness disturbed Obi-Wan.
Un corazon para ganar...
//How, master? Have you pushed away someone you loved?//
Obi-Wan queried, letting the question hang between them, not
probing into Qui-Gon's mind. Qui-Gon looked down heavily, and
replied, //Yes, far too many times. He does not know a thing,
even though I wish to tell him so much. It cannot be, and I
keep him safer by not telling him, but I would so long to-//
Obi-Wan, becoming concerned, interrupted, //You want to lose
control, Master?// Qui-Gon nodded.
Arriba va, el mundo está del pie...
"I wish I could help, Master. How would he be hurt if you told
him?" Obi-Wan asked, curious and wishing to alleviate his
Master's pain. //He loves another, I am fairly sure. If I told
him, I fear that he would not attain his highest dream,//
Another mental sigh of self-pity escaped Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan felt
badly for his Master. He had not known of this unrequited love
that Qui-Gon held. //What is his dream? And how could you
destroy it?// Obi-Wan asked.
Tienes que pelear por un estrella...
"He desires to be a Jedi. It is his highest dream, his ultimate
goal. And I would destroy his chance of that if I told him. I
would distract him completely from his training, and he would
never achieve it. He would hate me for it, and that
thought I cannot abide," Qui-Gon mused aloud. "Are you so
certain, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, a tiny surge of jealousy for
this lucky young man tamped out in his heart.
Hay que llenar copa de amor...
Obi-Wan struggled now. A long-hidden and denied emotion had
surfaced in his heart, and refused to be put out or released.
He loved Qui-Gon, and he didn't want to see his Master hurt.
But more than that...Obi-Wan loved Qui-Gon. Very simply,
Obi-Wan desired no other, but knew to reveal his love would be
to end his training. So he dismissed the jealousy of the one
his Master loved, and focused on helping him instead. //If I
cannot love him, then someone else should. He deserves more
than an empty lonely life,// Obi-Wan determined.
Qui-Gon had been silent, pondering the question. "No, Obi-Wan,
I am not certain. It could help his training, but most likely
would hinder it. A Master is not supposed to fall in love with
his Padawan," Qui-Gon answered softly, and walked off down the
hallway, leaving Obi-Wan standing alone behind him, shocked.
//Padawan...// Obi-Wan rolled the word over in his mind, then
focused on Qui-Gon's retreating figure.
Consigue con honor la copa del amor...
"Master!" Obi-Wan yelled, trying to get Qui-Gon to stop his
hurried pace. Qui-Gon merely increased his speed, and
approached the lift to their level. Obi-Wan reached out with
the Force, ignoring the pain and fear emanating from Qui-Gon,
and arrested his pace. He locked the Force around his Master,
stopping him, though knowing that his Master could easily break
free.
Qui-Gon turned slowly to face his apprentice as Obi-Wan ran up
to him. "You, you, you love...me?" Obi-Wan breathed, gaining
control of his body once again. Qui-Gon nodded sadly, his eyes
glistening with unshed tears. The lift behind them opened.
Qui-Gon said softly, "You have every right to reject me and get
a new Master. I should not have told you." Obi-Wan's heart
broke at those words.
La vida es pura pasión...
Qui-Gon turned, and entered the lift. Obi-Wan followed him.
"No, Master! I want no one but you!" he pleaded, facing his
Master. No hope entered his Master's eyes. //Aw, damn, he
doesn't believe it or won't let himself believe it...// Obi-Wan
realized, and squared his shoulders. He pulled Qui-Gon against
him, and met his master's lips feverishly. He pushed his tongue
gently into Qui-Gon's mouth, tasting the lips that he had
wanted to kiss for almost three years. Qui-Gon pushed him away.
Tu instinto natural...
Obi-Wan could've wept at the rejection, but then realized that
Qui-Gon was still holding him, albeit at arm's length.
"Master?" he asked shakily, tears forming as he stared into the
older Jedi's grey eyes. "I-I want to believe it, Obi-Wan. I
don't want to hurt your training, or prevent you from becoming
a Jedi," Qui-Gon forced himself to say shakily. "And you
distracting me just by being there hasn't already? Master, I
think that it could not hurt. How can love hurt anyone?"
Obi-Wan pleaded. That momentary kiss had broken down
everything.
Luchar por él...
//Love? Padawan, you love-// Qui-Gon gasped mentally at the
idea. //I love you,// Obi-Wan finished for him, pressing his
lips against Qui-Gon's again. Qui-Gon responded eagerly, his
tongue plundering Obi-Wan's mouth eagerly, and he crushed his
Padawan to him. Obi-Wan lowered his shields, and reached out
for Qui-Gon. //Don't ever doubt it,// Obi-Wan said in his last
conscious thought before giving into his Master's lips.
La corazon ganaron, la copa del amor llenaron, la estrella
pelearon, la vida vivaron.
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