Your Focus Determines . . .

by Cuimne ( cuimne@mindspring.com )

Rating: PG

Archive: M-A

Series: No

Categories: Q/O, Slut!Qui, Humor

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Summary: What you see isn't necessarily what's going on, or is it?

Warnings: Silliness

Disclaimers: Qui and Obi belong to Master George, but I love them so much I just can't help playing with them. No copyright infringement intended.

Notes: Cuimne has a strange sense of humor. Be afraid. Written for Gloriana and Emu's "But your chastity...." challenge.

"But your chastity...."

"Is not under attack here, Padawan!" Qui-Gon interrupted Obi-Wan before the young man could finish and embarrass them both further.

The perplexed padawan protested, "but he had his hand on your . . ."

"Obi-Wan!" the master broke in again. "I think you owe someone an apology, Padawan."

"Yes, Master." Turning to the individual waiting on the sidelines, Obi-Wan fought down his agitation and nervousness, sucked in a deep breath, and went down on one knee while lowering his head, assuming the pose of a penitent.

"Please accept my humble apologies for jumping to conclusions and Force pushing you against the wall."

"Accepted, your apology is young Padawan. Commendable is your defense of your Master, but many will want to try this new slide fastener, called zipper. Remain calm you should, Obi-Wan."

"Yes, Master Yoda," dutifully replied the padawan contritely.

As the venerable master shuffled away, Obi-Wan turned to his master. "Couldn't you have worn the tunic we brought back from Naboo with the zipper Master?"

"I suppose so, Padawan," commented Qui-Gon thoughtfully as he resumed his trek to the refectory, "but it's easy to remove, and I don't want to spend supper hour bare chested in the refectory while my tunic is passed around."

Assuming his normal place behind his master, Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and murmured half under his breath, "at least, no one will be running off with your pants."

~end