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Rating: G
Archive: m_a
Classification: short story, series story, humor
Warnings: AU (compared to JA), knowledge of Inner Strength
series will help.
Summary: Obi-Wan fixes lunch.
Feedback: I'm Padawan kaly and my master treats me like a
rock..... ;-) pity me with feedback? g (and yet another
attempt at wit withers and dies...)
Thank Yous: This is all Lori's fault. g I threw this
little thing together in less than an hour late the other
night, so I hope it works! So, Lori... here ya go!
Disclaimer: runs to check the mail nope, still not mine.
And I wrote such a nice letter to the firm of "Never gonna
happen" :-)
Qui-Gon winced as he heard yet another crash coming from the
kitchen in his quarters. Each of the initiates was spending the
day with an older Jedi, and there had been little doubt who
Obi-Wan would choose.
Not even half a day later Qui-Gon was beginning to question his
sanity.
The day had started off innocently enough, the boy had wanted
to go to the Animal gardens to see Fyre. They had spent the
morning with the boy chasing the kitten, and vice versa.
When it came time for lunch, Qui-Gon had suggested they go to
the dining hall, but Obi-Wan had turned his wide green eyes on
the Master. For a man who could out argue and debate any
official on any world, he gave in to the boy's suggestion far
too easily.
Now he was stuck sitting in the common area of his quarters,
not allowed to enter the kitchen until Obi-Wan announced it was
time for lunch. A glance at the chrono on the wall told the
story that the experiment had already been in progress for
quite a while.
They had agreed to certain ground rules. He wasn't to use the
heater, nor any of the knives. Still Qui-Gon was certain he was
in for trouble. He knew Elyzabe would do it for him if she
found out. Fighting the urge to check on Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon
stayed seated on the couch. He was, however, monitoring the
progress somewhat through their bond.
Inside the kitchen, Obi-Wan was precariously balanced on the
counter. After pushing a chair over to the counter, he had
climbed up on it to dig through the cabinets.
A quick glance over his shoulder revealed that Master Qui-Gon
was indeed staying out of the kitchen. Although the boy giggled
at the twinge of nervousness he felt from the Jedi when he
dropped a container of Ooulai sugar on the floor.
"Oops," he whispered under his breath, still giggling. As he
watched, he noticed it was soaking up the Rodian vinegar he had
spilled earlier.
Turning his attention back to the cabinets, he pulled out a
sliced loaf of bread. Dropping it onto the counter next to his
feet, he climbed back down the chair.
Next to the bread was the cheese he had already found, and some
cold meat he didn't recognize but guessed was good since it was
in the cold-box.
His forehead scrunched as he pulled the bread out of the
container and began to carefully put the sandwiches together.
His tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he
concentrated on the task.
Unseen behind him, Qui-Gon had stuck his head inside the
kitchen when it grew too quiet for him to bear. He smiled at
the intense concentration on the boy's face and ducked back
into the common area before he was spotted.
Once the two sandwiches were diligently constructed, the boy
turned his attention to finding something to drink.
Pulling a pitcher of juice out of the cold-box, he very
carefully poured some into two glasses he had gotten down
earlier. He glanced quickly at the cracked glass sitting on the
counter, and hoped it wasn't special or anything.
Careful not to spill the drinks, he placed them both on the
dining table. Next, he put one sandwich on each end of the
table.
Slapping his forehead with his hand, he moved the chair under
the cabinet with the plates. Before he started, he had found
everything, but he had forgotten to get out any plates. Again
standing on the counter, he pulled two of the smaller plates
from the cabinet.
As he was cautiously climbing back down, he couldn't help but
wonder why Master Qui-Gon had so much stuff in his kitchen if
he wasn't around that much. Shrugging, he walked back over to
the table and put each sandwich on a plate.
Unsure what to do with the crumbs that were left on the table,
he grinned. Obi-Wan then brushed them off so that they landed
on the floor next to the wall.
"Sweets!" he cheered quietly, and set out to find something for
dessert.
In the common room, Qui-Gon felt the surge of excitement in
Obi-Wan and cringed. He knew that feeling. Usually it meant
trouble. However, he had checked on Obi-Wan once, he didn't
want to check again unless something was wrong.
"Ah ha!" he heard Obi-Wan exclaim, and lost the battle not to
check on him.
A moment later he found Obi-Wan buried in the cupboard so that
he could only see him from the waist down. Unsure what to do,
he waited until the child crawled out of the cabinet.
"Obi-Wan?" he asked, lost as to what he was doing.
Looking up, Obi-Wan's face fell. "You said you'd wait."
Qui-Gon walked over, and picked the boy up. "I'm sorry," he
said, trying to salvage the situation. "I was just impatient, I
suppose."
Obi-Wan looked at the Master disbelievingly. "Master Yoda says
a Jedi is supposed to be patient."
Smiling, the Master replied, "Yes, he's told me that many
times, too."
"It didn't work," Obi-Wan said with a straight face, causing
Qui-Gon to laugh.
"No, I suppose not."
"I was almost done anyway," Obi-Wan said, hiding the dessert he
found inside the cupboard from Qui-Gon.
The Jedi nodded, forcing himself to not look directly at the
mess that covered over half of the floor. "Shall we eat?"
The boy nodded, and pulled the package out from behind his
back. "I even found these hidden," he said, showing Qui-Gon the
bag of cookies.
For one of the few times since he had known Qui-Gon, the boy
saw him laugh. Not just laughing softly, like he might
otherwise do, but clutching his sides laughter.
"What?" the youth asked, confused.
Qui-Gon shook his head. "Wherever did you find those?"
"Over there," Obi-Wan replied, pointing toward the cupboard he
had been crawling inside of. "Why?" The child was fast becoming
confused by Qui-Gon's reaction.
The Jedi took a deep breath and managed to get his laughter
under control. "Nothing, it's just I haven't seen those in a
very long time."
"And?" Obi-Wan asked in a voice that clearly said he was
humoring the Master.
"They were a gift on a mission I went on," he explained. "And I
think you're a bit young for the rest of the story."
His shoulders slumping, Obi-Wan whined, "Ah, no fair."
Taking the package of Yurej fertility cookies from Obi-Wan, he
placed them back in the cupboard. They were more sentiment than
anything, for they didn't effect most humanoid species, but he
didn't want to take any chances.
Obi-Wan watched as his only promise of dessert that he found in
the entire kitchen was snatched away. "When you're older,
little one, I'll tell you. Okay?" Qui-Gon asked.
The boy nodded, looking between Qui-Gon and the cabinet. His
gaze still on the cupboard, Qui-Gon steered him toward the
table.
"So," the Jedi said, "what did you make for us?"
Distracted from the pilfered sweets, Obi-Wan giggled. "A mess."
Sitting down, Qui-Gon shook his head. "Ah, yes. That I can
see."
Still giggling, Obi-Wan took a bite of his sandwich. "Thanks
for letting me."
Qui-Gon shook his head, and asked, "Did you have fun?"
The boy nodded, grinning.
"Then it's okay," he said, sparing a glace at the mess.
"However, our afternoon is now planned."
Laughing, Obi-Wan pretended to mope. "Okay," he sighed
dramatically.
Qui-Gon picked up his sandwich, glancing at the contents before
gingerly taking a bite. Well aware that wide-eyes were watching
for a reaction, he chewed the bite and smiled. "Very good," he
said, taking a quick drink of juice.
"You mean it?" Obi-Wan asked excitedly.
The Jedi Master nodded. "But how about next time we cook
together?" When Obi-Wan laughed, Qui-Gon asked, "What?"
Shaking his head, the boy continued to giggle. "Master Windu
said you couldn't even boil water."
Qui-Gon managed to cover his reaction. "He said that did he?"
"Well, I sorta overheard him say that to Master Kohn."
"Obi-Wan, you know better than to eavesdrop."
The boy nodded. "I know, but that's the only way the initiates
hear the good stuff."
Unable to hide his smile, Qui-Gon shook his head. Even if he
didn't admit it to Obi-Wan, he was forced to admit it to
himself that they had done the same things as children.
Pointing toward his meal, Qui-Gon said, "Now. Eat, before it
gets even later."
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