Rating: NC-17 for some strong language and semi-graphic
imagery.
Pairing: O/Q implied
Spoilers: Nope
Category: H/C, dash of humour
Summary: Follow up to Negotiations. Obi-Wan's new furry friend
wakes up Qui-Gon.
Feedback: Definitely!
Disclaimers: sigh Do I have to? Oh well. I dun own em.
Just pulled em out to play with them a bit. I promise I'll put
them back, but whether or not they have chocolate on them isn't
up to me.
Notes: I hate plot bunnies!! This one struck when a friend of
mine commented about my own hamster having a nightmare.
Warnings: Umm, well, err, rape scene, 'nuff said. Not Beta'd
Qui-Gon lay flat on his back, seeming to be soundly asleep. He
stirred once, then settled back down, somewhat peacefully. A
small clump of fur was curled up on his chest. The clump of fur
started to shiver, then jump as small squeaking noises were
heard. Qui-Gon sat up sharply, instinctively catching the
furball that fell. He looked down at the rodent, his brow
creasing as he frowned. He poked at the curled up rodent once,
rewarded only with a sharp bite to his finger. The rodent
looked up at him its teeth chattering.
Obi-Wan poked his head in, after hearing Qui-Gon's vocal
response to the bite. He shook his head and walked over,
sitting on the edge of the bed. Taking the rodent from Qui-Gon,
he smirked.
"Just what did you do to Mr. Pockets?"
"Mr. Pockets? That's worse than 'Fluffy-Wan', my Padawan."
Qui-Gon's voice had a teasing tone to it, yet underneath it was
a troubling timbre.
"Don't look at me, the gawan told me thats what he liked. I
listed off a whole bunch of names. He liked Mr. Pockets."
Obi-Wan pulled an innocent look.
"Wait a minute. It /told/ you it wanted that name? Obi-Wan,
just /what/ have you been into? Did you get into my chewing
spice again?" He regarded his Padawan oddly.
"Well, no. You won't believe this, Master, but the gawans are
telepathic. They can connect their minds to any other living
being. Mr. Pockets did that to me."
With a confused look, Qui-Gon flopped back down on the bed,
pulling the pillow over his head. He groaned. What was it about
small pathetic animals that attracted his Padawan. For that
matter, what was it about big pathetic lifeforms that attracted
/him/? He jumped as he felt the gawan placed back on his chest,
then suppressed a laugh as its whiskers tickled him.
"The telepathic ability would explain the troubling dream I
experienced. It was about cats or something of a feline
nature." His words were muffled by the pillow.
Obi-Wan reached over and tried to pull the pillow away, but
found it was held fast. "What do you mean?"
"The 'gawan' awoke me somehow. Invaded my dreams. I was being
chased by cats with big teeth. I fully expected to see one when
I opened my eyes." He winced underneath the pillow, then set it
aside.
"Oh. How big was the cat?"
"Big. Bigger than you are." He shuddered. "But that may have
been because I was most likely looking through 'Mr. Pockets'
eyes."
"That's big." Obi-Wan kept his expression deadpan. "And that
would explain it."
"The cat had just grasped me when I awoke." He repressed a
shiver that threatened to overtake him. He hoped Obi-Wan
wouldn't notice.
"Master? Do you want to talk about what happened on Elia?" The
words were gentle, imploring, and above all, loving.
Qui-Gon looked at his apprentice for a moment, then sighed
deeply. "I don't know what I can tell you, Obi-Wan." He turned
away and closed his eyes. The pain was too fresh, too deep. He
tried to control it. He didn't realise until it was too late
that he had knocked Mr. Pockets off his chest as he turned. The
gawan was staring up at him and chattering angrily.
"Calm yourself, gawan." Qui-Gon's voice was hinting with light
amusement as he carefully stroked the gawan with the back of
his index finger. The gawan promptly scurried up the bed to
curl up against the Jedi Master's shoulder.
"I think he likes you." Obi-Wan half smiled, then gently rubbed
one hand over Qui-Gon's back. "Master, if I can help..." He
left the thought unfinished, sensing the wave of pain and fear
that radiated from his Master. Pulling away, he started to
stand.
"No. Don't leave. Please." Obi-Wan started, then sat back down.
He frowned as he heard the near panic in Qui-Gon's voice.
"Master, you /need/ to talk about this. Its killing you."
"What do you know already?" Qui-Gon didn't turn around, his
voice just a touch more than a whisper.
"Only that you had been kidnapped."
"There was more. A lot more."
Author's Note: In cinema, this would be where the special
effects came in and the screen faded or rippled or what have
you to a flashback. Unfortunately, in writing, there is no
special effect for it, thus the reason for this totally useless
author's side note. Thank you.
Fear coursed through him as he felt two pair of hands on him,
then just one. Swallowing, he forced his fear to the side and
obeyed the wishes of the hands on him. Forced to the ground, he
complied, though not as fast as his tormentor would have liked.
He received a sharp slap on the face for his 'disobedience'. He
swore not to do anything at his pace again during this.
Gasping suddenly as hands gripped his arms, almost jerking his
shoulders out of socket, he tried to dampen down his fear.
Overwhelmed by the emotion, he cried out for them to stop.
Hearing laughter, he realised that this was not part of the
negotiations. This was rape, plain and simple. He tried to
fight as a cloth was being strapped over his mouth.
//Padawan!// His mind screamed out for Obi-Wan, even knowing he
wasn't going to raise the young man.
Forced on to his knees, he was pushed over so his forehead
touched the dirt floor. His hair tumbled over his shoulders,
sweat mingling with the dirt and clumping in his hair. He tried
to kick out at his attacker and rapist when he felt a touch
over the most intimate parts of his body. His foot was caught
and jerked back, pulling his whole body back. He tried to
scream as he felt himself being invaded.
Hands yanked his hair back, the leather tie coming out. He
heard it hit the floor softly.
//Padawan!// He tried screaming out again, even though he knew
it was in vain.
Oh, gods, he hurt. He was hurting all over. He gritted his
teeth and waited for this to end. He started hearing shouts
about 'that gawan' and 'grab it'. He tried to sense what it
was, and felt only a touch of fur on his cheek before only air
brushed against it.
//Thank the Force. That hamster is going to save both of us.
Please, Padawan, follow the rodent.//
It was over. He felt himself being jerked to a standing
positions. Comments of 'getting the Jedi out of here' started
being tossed about. He was dressed hastily, then led off down
steps. He tried to move slowly, wanting Obi-Wan to be given
time to catch up, but when he slowed down, he was jerked almost
off his feet.
When he first sensed Obi-Wan's mind and presence, he knew he
was safe. He knew his Padawan would come for him. He knew that
rodent would be there too.
//Ah well, I can't be expected to have everything,// he thought
ruefully. //I suppose that thing did save my life. Least I can
do is help Obi-Wan care for it.//
//You'd better,// came the sarcastic remark.
Qui-Gon was almost jerked off his feet as Obi-Wan attacked his
kidnappers. He was determined to keep the rape a secret.
End flashback, dissolve, fade, ripple, what have you, to
present.
"You weren't going to tell me!?" Obi-Wan's cry startled both
Qui-Gon and Mr. Pockets, who had been sleeping somewhat
comfortably, nuzzled against the Jedi's chin.
"It was not something that I felt you should know." Qui-Gon
absentmindedly stroked the gawan as the animal tried to settle
back down to sleep.
"Master! If someone hurts you, I want to know about it!"
"They're dead now, Obi-Wan. It does not matter any more." He
brushed it off with a wave of his hand, not excercising a Force
push.
"I hope you weren't trying a mind trick, Master." A brow rose,
then Obi-Wan shook his head, not sensing anything. "Good." A
hand rested on Qui-Gon's
shoulder. A dip in the bed, told Qui-Gon that Obi-Wan was
laying down. Seconds later, that hand was replaced by the young
man's forehead.
Mr. Pockets looked up and blinked, yes, blinked. He sniffed at
Qui-Gon's nose, then scurried up to rest on the pillow, next to
the Jedi's forehead.
//Don't fight it, Jedi. You'd be surprised what goes through
that boy's mind.//
"So I see." He resisted the urge to shiver at the feel of the
kiss.
//Of course I'm telepathic. Aren't all rodents?//
//Well, no.// Qui-Gon decided to test if the telepathy worked
both ways.
The gawan didn't respond.
"No. They aren't."
//I heard you the first time, Jedi.//
//You didn't respond.//
//Was there anything to say?//
Qui-Gon coughed, then stared at the rodent.
//Do you believe in reincarnation?//
//Yes.//
//Were you a Jedi in a past life?//
For some reason, Obi-Wan started howling with laughter after
the gawan looked at him. Qui-Gon glanced back at Obi-Wan, then
looked at the rodent in confusion. He sighed, then shook his
head.
"As soon as we get to Coruscant, that rodent goes in a cage,
and it better have a telepathy inhibitor on it." He heard
chattering near his ear and turned to look at the gawan. "No,
you aren't getting out of it."
//Spoilsport.// Both Padawan and gawan sent the message,
causing Qui-Gon to groan.
"You," he looked at his Padawan, "are absolutely incorrigible.
And you," he looked at the gawan, "are encouraging him!"
Sighing, Qui-Gon settled down to sleep, trying to make up for
being so rudely awaken by that gawan.
"And stay out of my dreams this time, gawan!" He growled before
drifting off.
//You asked for it! If you only knew what you were dreaming of
before!//
//And what was that?// The sleepy reply was sent to the gawan.
//Something about five kinds of melted chocolate and a certain
Padawan.//
Qui-Gon heard the whimper from Obi-Wan and knew that the gawan
had told his apprentice that as well.
"Five kinds, Master?!"
Qui-Gon groaned. "Just let me sleep." He begged of the two.
Smirking, both Obi-Wan and the gawan curled up, the Padawan
with an arm tossed around his Master, and the gawan where his
fur would just tickle Qui-Gon's forehead.
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