Warning: the following story contains implications of a m/m
relationship. STOP NOW if you are below 18 years of age OR if
you are easily offended.
Disclaimer: all hail almighty Lucasworld and its attendant
minions. And also please note: this story is not for profit,
only written for the satisfaction of my readers.
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Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: PG
Warning: implied m/m relationshipA/U TPM romance
Summary: Well, this is my answer to the 800-words challenge!
How does a keeper of lycanthropy and owner of Obi-Wan's left
boot construct a story? Read on! This fic takes place onboard
the Republic cruiser Radiant VII enroute to the negotiations
(keep in mind that the story was written during wee hours of
the morning I ain't thinking straight and the story might turn
out meaningless )
Story is somewhere in between "The Mind of The Jedi" and "The
Spirit of The Noble".
Acknowledgements: to the lycanthrope fans!
Feedback: yes!
No one noticed the Jedi in the cockpit of the cruiser Radiant
VII enroute to the trade negotiations. The captain and his
co-pilot were discussing possible evasion tactics in case the
situation got out of the hand. Things appeared uncertain at the
moment and the whole ship evidently resonated with feelings of
worry and instability.
With a barely audible sigh, the Jedi slipped out to the main
corridor of the ship and strode, whisper-quiet, back to the
quarters assigned to him and his Master. No one paid him much
attention and he didn't really mind.
Finally, he reached the quarters and there he paused, choosing
the proper responses and words. Then, with a slight smile on
his lips, he thumbed the access code quickly. The door hissed
open and Obi-Wan walked in, pulling down the cowl of his robes.
He began to shed bits of his clothings as he padded in softly.
First, his robes. Then, his boots. He placed the pair of rugged
travelling boots in a corner while he listened intently for an
indication of Qui-Gon's presence.
Obi-Wan tentatively reached out with a tendril of the Force and
he knew that his Master was in the main sleeping area.
He smiled. Qui-Gon seemed peaceful at the moment, which was a
good sign. The lycanthropy that had beset him seemed quiet.
Ever since they returned back to Coruscant, Obi-Wan watched his
Master recover, subject the lycanthropy under strict control
and become almost normal.
Well, almost
There were times when Obi-Wan thought that Qui-Gon might have
lost control and turn into that feral creature once more. Those
were heart-stopping moments, times the young man wished didn't
happen at all.
Instinctively, Obi-Wan reached up and touched the faint scars
on his cheeks. The pain had gone now but he could feel a
phantom tingle sometimes.
"Master."
Qui-Gon had his greyish-brown hair tied back. He had chosen a
simple light-brown tunic and matching pants for his qhi-gung
practice. Obi-Wan knew that he would wear the full Jedi regalia
the moment the cruiser exited out of hyperspace. Now, standing
at the doorway, admiring the graceful (almost hypnotic) hand
movements, Obi-Wan felt joy like a rising sun in his chest.
"You were gone for a while," Qui-Gon paused in his practice and
smiled affectionately at his student.
"I was observing the captain and the co-pilot," Obi-Wan said,
taking a folded towel. He handed it to Qui-Gon who stroked the
young man's cheek gently before he wiped his face.
"They are nervous," the younger Jedi looked solemn. " I feel
it, Master. The military staff onboard acts and feels as if
they are going into a war. "
Qui-Gon's blue eyes flickered briefly. "I sense a change in the
wind."
"Excuse me?" Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow.
"I sense a lot of changes in the future," Qui-Gon said with a
twinkle in his eyes.
"You sound as if you are hunting " There was a dark frown on
Obi-Wan's boyish face. "Master?" He folded his arms across his
chest and tapped his foot.
"I know I know." Qui-Gon suppressed a chuckle at the obvious
discomfiture in Obi-wan's tone.
"Well, you promised the Council you'd control that lycanthropy,
Master. Please don't defy the Council."
"I know, Min."
"What did you say?" The young man narrowed his eyes. "Min?"
Qui-Gon could feel the exasperation and embarassment. He
smiled. "I thought you liked me calling you Min."
"Please don't call me that." There was a tinge of pink on
Obi-Wan's face. "I might be called Benjamin formerly but
please, Qui-Gon, 'Min' was a baby's name "
The older Jedi burst out laughing. Then, he gathered Obi-Wan
into his arms and gave him a tight hug. "Well, I am holding a
grown man in my arms right now. "
"I am glad you noticed." Drily-spoken.
Obi-Wan squirmed a little, getting restless.
Qui-Gon Jinn chuckled and tilted that lovely chin gently up
with his hand. He placed a soft kiss on unprotesting lips. "Do
you know that the wind has a scent?"
Obi-Wan frowned and Qui-Gon wished he shouldn't have done that.
Frowning made the young man look unfriendly, grim. " A scent?"
"Yes," the Jedi Master chuckled once more. " Off you go."
"And you are not going to explain to me?" Getting irritated
now.
Qui-Gon smiled softly and looked out of the window, seeing only
the white streaks of hyperspace.
Yes, changes were imminent in the future. He could sense it in
his bones. He could smell it like the individual scent trails
during a hunt. Great changes, turning points. He wondered if
Obi-Wan had sensed them too.
The boy was examining his lightsaber, running diagnostics on
it. Qui-Gon had a powerful feeling that their weapons would be
utilized in the near future.
Right now, he would make himself a mug of Binnian mocha.
I am not going to turn into 'that snow-wolf' and gnaw on
Obi-Wan's left boot, am I?
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