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Obi-Wan was) they all belong to the all powerful Lucas, who but
for the grace of Lucas go I, so please don't sue me....you
won't get much
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Category: Humor, if it can be called that
Rating: PG, for implied nookie
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Spoilers: Yep kinda TPM
Warnings: No beta, all mistakes are mine. My warped sense of
humor (which deserves a red alert warning). If this bothers you
or the thought of two adult males together bothers you then
don't read on.
Summary: How TPM really should have ended.
Thanks to whoever came up with the phrases 'My Master went to
Tatooine and all I got was this lousy T-shirt and a kid from
hell' and 'little Aryan bastard' and 'hide the lightsaber'. I
hope you don't mind me borrowing your phrases for this story,
if so please let me know and I will beg forgiveness. Also many
many thanks to my Padawan, Knight Barri, who gave me the idea
for this quick piece. We had a good laugh over the mental
picture and I just had to share.
And now for the story (of what there is of one)....
Obi-Wan was trapped behind the red force field, unable to help
his Master. He looked on in shock as the Sith plunged his
lightsaber through his beloved Master's chest. All the things
Obi-Wan had wanted to tell his Master, especially that of his
love for the man, flashed through his mind in an instant. The
scream was ripped from his throat.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
"Obi-Wan, wake up. Wake up beloved."
Obi-Wan stopped thrashing long enough to open his eyes. The bed
covers and pillows were sprawled across the floor, and Qui-Gon
was staring worriedly into his eyes shaking him gently.
"Ma-master?"
"It's all right, love, it was only a dream. Be still. It's
okay." Qui-Gon was lightly kissing his face and gently rubbing
his arm.
"A dream. But it seemed so real."
"Hush, it's over now."
"But I saw you die. The Sith killed you. I saw it."
"I'm not dead love. I'm right here. That must have been some
nightmare. What exactly did you dream about?"
Obi-Wan grinned ruefully as Qui-Gon continued to show him
exactly how alive he was. "Well, to quickly sum it up, Master.
I think it can be best described as 'My Master went to Tatooine
and all I got was this lousy t-shirt and a child from hell'."
Qui-Gon quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Never mind, Master, why don't we play 'hide the lightsaber'?"
And they both lived happily ever after....minus one little
Aryan bastard of course
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