Author's Page: https://www.squidge.org/~ndannais
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: G
Category: Humor/Parody
Archive: Master and Apprentice--anyone else ask please
Summary: Obi-Wan's tired and sore and he's not going to take
it anymore.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, much less these fine
characters--although I own a couple of action figures of them,
does that count? Probably not. Oh well, I refuse to make any
money off them in any event, so please don't sue me.
Notes: Huge thank you to Marnee for the quick beta!! This
story is mostly James' fault, but a little of the blame goes to
my own klutziness and a particularly annoying Monday.
"Ow!"
Qui-Gon extinguished his lightsaber with a flick of his thumb
and rushed over to his fallen student. "Padawan, are you all
right?"
"I'm fine," Obi-Wan replied, frowning up at his master. "It
just hurts." He leaned to the side, rubbing his tailbone. "Ow!"
"Here." Qui-Gon held out his hand. "Let me help you up."
The hand was ignored, and Obi-Wan stayed where he was. "I
don't want to get up."
"Padawan." The voice was stern. "If you're not seriously
injured, then we need to finish this exercise."
"Why?"
The Jedi Master blinked. "Why what?"
"Why do we need to finish this exercise?"
"Because...because in battle you would not have the luxury of
coddling minor injuries."
"So? Do you see any dangerous criminals around? Is there a
battalion of evil soldiers hiding under the practice mat? I
suppose a herd of banthas could break down the door any second,
couldn't it?"
That brought Qui-Gon up short. "Well, no, but--"
"But what?" He winced as he stood up gingerly, still rubbing
his tailbone. "I know I'd have to keep going if I were injured
in battle, and I've done that in practice many times. But where
is it written that I always have to finish every exercise
unless I'm skewered with someone's 'saber?"
"Well--"
"It's not! Nowhere, not in anything I've seen, has it ever
said that." He stalked over to the door and pointed at the Jedi
code, inscripted on a durasteel plate on the wall. "'Peace over
anger. Honor over hate. Strength over fear.' Nowhere does it
say 'Practice over pain.'"
"Padawan--"
Obi-Wan cut him off with a wave of his hand. "And don't tell
me to release my pain and count my blessings, or whatever other
trite phrase you were about to use. What if I want to just
sit--or stand, since I can't sit without an incredible amount
of pain--and wallow in my misery? What if I want to be upset
for a few minutes that I have to endure so many injuries to be
a Jedi? Is the galaxy going to explode? I don't think so! As a
matter of fact, I don't even think I'll turn to the dark side
from two minutes of leaning against the wall saying 'It's not
fair and I don't want to and you can't make me!'"
With that, he walked over to the wall, his eyes daring his
master to try to stop him. He leaned back against the duraplast
and crossed his arms, carefully avoiding any contact between
the wall and his tailbone.
Qui-Gon simply raised an eyebrow. "Are you finished?"
"Yes," he bit out, still glowering at the older man.
"Then as I was about to say," the Jedi Master continued,
crossing the room to join his padawan, "perhaps we should quit
for today. Have an early dinner, and maybe a massage to get rid
of those aches that seem to be plaguing you."
"Really?" Obi-Wan's eyes lit up, then turned suspicious.
"What's the trick?"
"Trick?"
"Yes. You know. What do I have to do in exchange? Twice as
many routines tomorrow? An extra week of kitchen duty?"
He shook his head. "No trick. Can't I just do something nice
for you once in a while?"
"You do. Frequently. But not when it comes to training."
Qui-Gon leaned over and gave him a soft kiss. "Training is
over for the day."
"Oh." Obi-Wan lifted his face for another kiss. When they
pulled apart again, he allowed his master to pull him away from
the wall. "So we're going back to our rooms?"
"Yes."
"And no more practice for today?"
Qui-Gon shook his head as he put an arm around Obi-Wan's
shoulders. "No. We can do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
Obi-Wan grinned. "See, Master? I told you getting upset wasn't
necessarily a bad thing. Maybe I should try it more often."
The arm around his shoulder tightened. "I wouldn't make a
habit of it if I were you."
"Yes, Master."
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END
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