by Vermillion Flame (vermillion_flame@hotmail.com)
Series: Anatomy
Archive: Yes to M_A - if you want it, sockii
Category: PWP
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Feedback: Any and all, please!!!
Summary: Obi-Wan works up the courage to ask his master
something personal.
"Master, may I ask you a personal question?"
Obi-Wan was using Qui-Gon's shoulder as a pillow, running his
fingertips over his lover's chest. Both men were content and
drowsy in a post-coital haze.
"Given our present circumstance, Obi-Wan, that question borders
on ludicrous."
Still, Obi-Wan hesitated. Finally he mustered his courage and
asked the question that had been nagging him for years.
"Why don't you have a navel?"
Qui-Gon coughed abruptly. It was obviously not within the range
of questions he'd expected.
"That is certainly a personal question, Padawan, but I will
answer it. I was injured in my youth. When the Healers sutured
my wound, that particular piece of skin was removed."
Obi-Wan sighed. This really wasn't the answer he sought. He
decided to push a little further.
"I had surmised it was the result of an injury, Master. I was
hoping for more ... details."
Qui-Gon was silent a moment, considering. Obi-Wan knew he was
weighing the odds that the younger man would drop the subject
without more of an explanation. Slim at best. He gave in.
"It was the result of a knife wound."
"Qui-Gon, I had no idea!" The apprentice turned to look into
his master's face. "Please, tell me the story. You know I love
to hear about your adventures with Master Yoda."
The master cleared his throat. "It did not occur during a
mission, Obi-Wan."
"A training accident, then? I would have thought supervision in
the practice halls would have prevented such a serious
occurrence."
"No," Qui-Gon sighed. "I would characterize the accident as
more ... culinary in nature."
Obi-Wan snorted, trying not to laugh. "Did you say culinary?!"
"It was a serious injury!" the older man replied indignantly.
"I'm sure it was, but just how did it happen?" Obi-Wan's eyes
were sparkling.
"You're not going to be satisfied with anything but the whole
story, are you?"
"You are a wise man, Master."
Qui-Gon groaned. "Very well. Mace and I were in the Basic
Cooking class. He was chopping vegetables. I was putting oil in
a skillet when the bottle slipped from my hand, spilling across
a hot burner and on to the floor. The oil caught fire. We both
saw the flames at the same time, and lunged to extinguish them.
Unfortunately, Mace didn't stop to put down the knife he was
using. We collided, I slipped on the spilled oil... and you can
see the result on my stomach."
"So, you don't have a belly-button because Master Windu stabbed
you with a kitchen knife as you both fell in a puddle of oil?"
Much to his credit, Obi-Wan restrained himself from bursting
into a fit of hysterics, but just barely.
"Yes, Obi-Wan," replied Qui-Gon, gathering his dignity about
him.
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