by Vermillion Flame (vermillion_flame@hotmail.com)
Series: Anatomy
Archive: M_A
Rating: G
Category: Humor, with undertones of angst
Warnings: none
Summary: With a title like that, you want a summary?
Feedback: Any and all, please - including constructive
criticism!
Note: I SERIOUSLY tried to ignore this bunny for several weeks,
but it was of the TENACIOUS!Bunny subspecies. You can see who
won.
Qui-Gon Jinn held the costume out in front of him and rolled
his eyes.
"We would be honored to wear the traditional uniform for the
ceremony," he had assured their royal hosts. It was not
uncommon to make such a gesture when a successful negotiation
ended in celebration. But in the privacy of their rooms, he and
his young padawan could grumble a bit about the absurdity of
some of the things they were asked to wear.
Qui-Gon was examining the gold braid, satin trim and strange
fastenings on this particular getup when he heard a startled
scream of pain. He rushed into the adjoining room to find his
apprentice nearly doubled over in agony.
"Padawan! What's wrong?" he cried in alarm.
"It's caught!" was the tortured reply.
"What's caught?" Confusion replaced the worry in Qui-Gon's
voice as he bent down to pry away the tightly clenched fingers.
Only years of diplomatic experience allowed him to keep a
straight face when he discovered the root of the problem.
"Hold still, Padawan. You need to relax." Try as he might, an
edge of humor crept into his voice.
"It's not funny! It hurts!"
"I'm sure it does, but I will be able to help you more quickly
if you will just calm down."
It was no use. The boy was now virtually hopping around the
room, trying to get free.
Qui-Gon resorted to his command voice. "Padawan! Stand still!"
No apprentice could resist that tone. The boy finally gritted
his teeth and clenched his fists, standing in front of his
master.
Kneeling down for a closer look, Qui-Gon confirmed his poor
apprentice was the victim of the strange fastener on the front
of the uniform pants. A small sliver of pink skin showed
through the metal teeth. With a judicious use of the Force, he
was able to numb the area and slide the fastening open. Another
moment of concentration sent a healing wave of energy to the
vastly over-sensitized spot.
Qui-Gon heard a tremendous sigh of relief, but he could tell
the boy was barely controlling his anger.
"I believe there is some sort of underclothing that you are
supposed to put on first, Padawan. It is probably designed to
prevent such an accident."
"You say that like it was my fault! Stupid costume. Why can't I
wear my leggings?"
"You know the answer as well as I do, Xanatos. Now finish
getting ready."
"Yes, Master," he grumbled.
Qui-Gon heard the sarcasm in the young voice. He shook his head
as he left the room. He needed to have a long talk with his
apprentice about controlling his temper.
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