Archive: Master_Apprentice and anyone else, just ask
Category: Humor, Pre-Slash
Rating: G
Spoilers: none for Star Wars anyway
Summary: Never leave implements of distraction just lying about
the countryside.
Feedback: Very welcome.
Notes: I was just reading along, minding my own business, when
this scene popped into my mind and demanded to be written.
There's more story here, I know and one day I might write it.
Warnings: wear sunscreen.
"Master, I'm sorry but you've always taught me to use whatever
weapon comes to hand." The padawan looked a bit sheepish as he
stood before his master. He held his hands together and hidden
in the sleeves of his brown robe as he watched his usually
serene master pace the length of the large room. In the three
years he had been Master Jinn's padawan, Obi-Wan had never seen
the man pace.
Master Qui-Gon Jinn glanced at his student and then rubbed his
forehead as if he felt a headache coming on. And, indeed he
did. "I understand that, my padawan, just as I know you meant
no harm. Your actions certainly incited victory for the King's
faction." The older Jedi groaned under his breath. "Or should I
say, former King."
Obi-Wan blushed as he glanced at the gleaming circlet of gold
the rowdy victorious knights had insisted he wear. Now it lay
almost accusingly on the velvet seat of the large throne that
dominated the room. "Surely we can do something to convince
them to pick someone else, Master," Obi-Wan began in a worried
tone. "I mean, just think of what the Council will say!"
Qui-Gon froze in his tracks and felt a full body shudder wind
through his tall frame. Oh gods. He hadn't considered the
Council yet. He turned to his apprentice and approached him
slowly.
"Obi-Wan, my dear apprentice, my most favorite padawan," he
began hopefully as he took his student's shoulders. "I don't
suppose you tried to stick the sword back into the
stone, did you?"
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