Spoilers: Takes place during TPM, but has no major spoilers.
Summary: On the way back to Naboo, Obi-wan has a revelation.
Standard Disclaimers apply. I'm only borrowing them. Honestly,
officer. I was going to put them back.
Notes: OK, first ever Jedi fic. First ever slash fic. I have no
idea what I'm doing, and I'm operating without a net tonight
(normally I edit the heck out of anything I write). Not
intended to be taken seriously, just a teeny, little fic that
jumped into my brain during the last viewing of TPM.
Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi pushed himself away from the
table and began pacing through the small communal area of the
Naboo cruiser, glancing over to be sure he had not awakened
Anakin.
This was stupid. He had made his decision and now didn't have
the nerve to go through with it. You'd think that almost 20
years of Jedi training would be worth something, but before the
onslaught of these new feelings, he felt like the youngest
hatchling in the nest... er.. youngest child in the creche. He
had a premonition that he should act on those feelings quickly
-- that after the mission to Naboo, he might never see his
beloved again.
He was standing, frozen in the middle of the room, when he
heard a sound behind him. The apprentice turned, and saw the
object of his desire watching him. With three quick steps he
bridged the distance between them. He soon felt the large hands
he had been longing for caressing his back and shoulders.
Obi-wan slid his hands along the smooth skin of the muscular
arms holding him. The large hands started roaming downward,
until they cupped his firm ass and then suddenly pulled the
young Jedi toward his would-be lover, pressing their bodies
tightly together.
Obi-wan looked upward into soulful eyes, and reached out to
caress the long ears of the being he loved, who smiled down at
him, saying, "Wesa havin' sex now, okieday?"
Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi sat bolt upright in his bed,
covered in a cold sweat. He took several deep breaths in an
effort to calm his thoughts before they awoke or alarmed his
master. As his heart rate slowed, he contemplated his dream. He
knew that the Force sometimes sent messages in dreams, but he
couldn't imagine what this one could mean. Still, it was
preferable to believe that it was a Force-sent message, than to
imagine that his own sub-conscious desired such an encounter.
He pulled the blanket back over his chilled skin and snuggled
up closer to the sleeping warmth of his Master, burying his
face in the long, silken hair. He slid an arm over Qui-Gon's
bare chest and sighed. The dream probably meant that after the
Naboo mess was cleared up, and young Anakin settled into the
Academy, he and his Master should take a vacation - one a long,
long way from baffling amphibians. With that happy thought, he
drifted back to sleep.
In a small, hidden corner of the ship, Jar Jar Binks frowned.
He should have known that a Jedi mind would be resistant to the
Gungan Dream trick. Well, now what was he going to do for the
rest of the night? A thought occurred to him and he smiled.
Perhaps Captain Panaka's mind would be more malleable...
OK, I know I should've thrown in a Jar Jar warning, but I
wanted at least a chance to surprise someone. Strange thing is,
I'm actually coming to like Jar Jar, and couldn't see him
acting this way, except for my own twisted purposes.
Archive 