This is a really short thing brought on by a bad day at
work..had to do something with all of that negative
energy...this is it. Possibly a bit sappy, I can't tell. Also,
this is my first TPM fic, so be gentle..<g>. This is for
Kendall, who got me into all of this, and for the other three
members of Ping's Bitches.
Qui-Gon leaned against the doorway, looking down at the young
man sleeping in the bedroom. All his thoughts were swimming
over the figure sprawled in comfort on the bed. No matter how
hard he tried to clear his mind, the same litany of questions
kept running through it.
What am I doing thinking about him this way?
How can anyone look at him and not think about him this
way?
The curtains moved slightly in the breeze coming through the
window and the moonlight cast a beam over Obi-Wan's face,
causing him to shift in his slumber.
What is he dreaming about?
Would he rest so peacefully if he knew what I was thinking
about him?
What right do I have wanting to bind this man to me before
he's had a real chance to go out into the world and make his
own decision?
What would I do if he decided on someone other than me?
Qui-Gon leaned his head onto the door frame, sighing quietly.
He couldn't remember exactly when his feelings for Obi-Wan had
changed, the growth had been so gradual and brought on by such
closeness. Still, he knew that if he expressed his wants and
needs to Obi-Wan, their relationship would be forever altered.
And he would never be able to forgive himself for that rift.
Qui-Gon stepped back from the door frame with his decision
made. He was a Master Jedi and could put this away with all of
the other rash emotions one must control to remain a Jedi.
Shoulders slumping, Qui-Gon turned and walked away, never
seeing the wanting eyes watching him.
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