3 SW fic things
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tarotgalI don't know what to call these. Drabbles are usually 100-500 words. Ficlets have plots. So this would be... drabblets? Ficles? Uhhh mini-ficlets? I dunno what the heck they are, but there are 3 of them (1000 words, 1000 words, 500 words) and they all go together and it's Qui & Obi. So, yeah, here are the... things:
Title: When the Master Gets Sick…
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Pairing: implied Qui/Obi
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.
Summary: Qui-Gon has caught a cold and goes to the healing dome
Notes: This has been floating about in my head for weeks. It needed to get out.
Word Count: 1,000 words
When the Master Gets Sick…
Qui-Gon sat still, with a finger bent beneath his nose and his eyes closed. He was feeling sleepy and having to sit still like this wasn't helping. At a bit of sound, he looked up to see Tala crossing the examination room with a glass of water. He wanted to ask, but did not want to move and could not speak.
He'd reported to the healing dome only a short while ago. And after a short wait, he'd been escorted by a droid to an examination room where he declared to Tala, in a very husky voice, "I thig I hab a code." Tala had looked him over for all of a minute and a half, then had shoved a thermometer under his tongue for twice that amount of time.
The wait was brutal, made more difficult than it should have been thanks to the fact he hadn't been able to blow his nose before it began. Tala kept himself busy during the wait, however, bustling around with datapads and putting away medical instruments. He had not seen Tala look so preoccupied since his days planning and assembling parts for the Aesculapius, from staff to supplies.
Just when Qui-Gon thought Tala had forgotten he was even there, the healer approached with a glass of water and took the thermometer from Qui-Gon's mouth. He held it up to the light, regarding it for a few moments with a frown on his face.
Qui-Gon coughed and sniffled. He dug his hanky out of his pocket and held it up just in time to catch a rather full sneeze. "herrSchhhhhhhh!" He blew his nose and looked up at Tala from the hunched-over position the sneeze had thrown him into.
"You have a cold," Tala informed him.
Qui-Gon nodded. He had thought as much.
"And a fever, in addition."
Qui-Gon nodded again. That was something he hadn't expected, though now that he'd been told, he did feel a little warm in his uniform.
"So here's what I want you to do," Tala said, getting right down to business. He'd been almost silent since Qui-Gon had stepped into the room but was making up for it now. "I want you to take a pill that will start helping to lower your fever. And then I want you to go home, climb right into bed, and rest. Is that clear?"
Qui-Gon nodded, sniffled, and nodded again. He didn't feel well enough to object and explain about what he needed to get done. Especially as he didn't feel well enough to do it.
Another tickle in his nose prompted him to raise his handkerchief again. "hehhh… har-uhhKSchhhhhh! EhhhTchhhhh!" He blew his nose hard with a less than pleasant sound.
"I do hate to ask," Tala said as Qui-Gon wiped his nose dry and then took the pill from him. Qui-Gon swallowed it down with a few gulps of water. "But when the master gets sick, the padawan is not far to follow. How is Obi-Wan?"
Qui-Gon stopped drinking halfway through the glass and shook his head. "Thagfully, he's away. Badawad retreat this weekedd." Before Tala could ask, "Add I dod't wadt hib to dow I'b sig. He would worry."
"I see," Tala said, his tone softening. "So there's no one who can take care of you here? One of the other masters?"
"Albost all of theb are accobadyig the badawads. I just stayed to oversee the iditiate selectiod cerebody breberatiods." He coughed from congestion and drank some more, not sure Tala had followed anything he'd said anyway. Qui-Gon considered blowing his nose and repeating it all, but from his expression Tala seemed to have gotten the gist.
"You need to be woken up to take the medicine every hour," Tala explained. "And as we can't spare any droids at the moment… I suppose I shall just have to do it myself."
Qui-Gon looked at him curiously.
"Would you mind staying here in the ward for a little while? At least until your fever goes down."
Qui-Gon shook his head to indicate he wouldn't mind. "But you're busy, ared't you? You have better thigs to do thad to tage care ob be."
With a sigh, "Of course I don't. I'm never too busy to look after a friend. Even without the medication, you look like you need someone to keep an eye on you while you're not feeling well. I'm glad to do it, Qui-Gon." Qui-Gon smiled weakly. "Now, let me find you a bed. You look exhausted."
Obediently, Qui-Gon hopped down from the examination table. Tala led him down the hall to one of the private rooms which had a bed made up. The sheets were bright white and the blankets a dark green, but the bed itself looked comfortable and he was eager to lie down. But first Tala made him change into standard issue pajamas and two pairs of socks.
Tala tucked him into bed, bringing the blankets up past his neck to his shoulders. "Okay," he said, pulling back. "Now I want you to use these if you have to sneeze," he said, moving a box of tissues from the bottom shelf of the bedside table to the top, within reach of Qui-Gon. "And I want you to give me a call if you need anything. But most of all, I want you to get some sleep."
Qui-Gon nodded and Tala left the room, keeping the door open a crack. It wasn't as comfortable and certainly not familiar like his bed. Not to mention that it was empty apart from him. But before he could fall asleep, he reached out for the tissues. His breath caught, and he shut his eyes tightly as he cupped the tissues to his face. "ehhhPShhhhhh! hehhh-Tchuhhhhh!" He dropped the tissues over the side of the bed towards the trash can and plucked out a few more for the eventuality of sneezing again. But as he drifted off to sleep, his hand released the tissues and he relaxed fully.
Title: …the Padawan is Not Far to Follow
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Pairing: implied Qui/Obi
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.
Summary: Obi-Wan has caught a cold in the midst of a padawan retreat
Notes: This is paired with 'When the Master Gets Sick…'
Word Count: 1,000 words
…the Padawan is Not Far to Follow
Slightly impatient, Obi-Wan shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He cupped both hands to his face and sniffed hard. His head felt full, heavy, and his body felt no better.
After breakfast that morning had been katas in the green valley at the base of the mountains, and then a swim in the lake. Following that was a picnic lunch then in the afternoon groups split off for various exploits from scouring the libraries to botanical hikes to sparring competitions. Obi-Wan had made it through breakfast all right, and had managed most of the kata forms without complications. He had cooled down by sitting in the shade of a tree, rather than swimming as he hadn't felt up to that. But after lunch, during which he had eaten practically nothing, he'd decided to approach one of the masters about how he was feeling.
The problem was that, though almost all of the masters had accompanied the padawans on the trip, the masters were enjoying the time away from the temple as much as the younger Jedi. Had his own master been there, Obi-Wan would not have felt so badly about interrupting, but just now he felt all he could do was to hover beside a group of them and hope to catch one's attention.
"ehhh-ehhh-HIPChhh!" He sneezed into his hands.
The sound had been loud enough to prompt several of them to look at him. "Padawan Kenobi?" said Master Zintal. She broke from the group of masters with a respectful head bow, and walked over to him. "Are you all right?"
Rubbing a finger under his nose, he shook his head. "I thig I've got a cold."
Extending her hand out of her sleeve, she felt Obi-Wan's forehead with it. "And a fever, it seems."
He nodded in understanding.
"I think you had better return to the bunk house and get into bed," she advised.
He nodded again, scrubbing at his nose as he felt another sneeze coming on. He didn't feel well enough to object and insist he get to stay to enjoy the fun with the other padawans. Especially as he didn't feel well enough to have fun.
"Would you like me to go with you?" she asked, looking around to be sure nothing else was going on and she would be free to go with him.
But Obi-Wan shook his head. "I dow the way," he told her. Then he thanked her and made his way over. He changed into sleepwear then crawled into bed and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was no longer in the small cot in the middle of a row of cots. Instead, it was a sleep couch in a small, private room. He sat up and spotted Master Zintal hovering in the doorway. It had been her calls that had awoken him. "The other masters and I moved you to a private room so the others would be less likely to catch your cold. And we thought you could use the privacy."
Obi-Wan nodded and coughed. "Thag you." This sleep couch was cold and unfamiliar to him, from the feel of the sheets to the firm pillows. It was nothing at all like his bed at home, which he longed for. Well, that and the person he usually shared his bed with.
"It is terrible luck that you had to fall ill during the retreat. So we just wanted to make you as comfortable as possible," she explained.
Obi-Wan gave a weak smile of appreciation. There were numerous activities planned during the retreat that he would be missing out on now. Trips to the waterfalls. Exploring the caves. Swimming with the fish in the lake. Lying in the meadow under the sun with a good book. Sparring on the cliff tops. The padawan retreat was a much deserved and highly enjoyable treat. He felt miserable about missing it all, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now.
"ehhhh…" His breath caught again and he quickly turned his head away. "ehhh… ehhhhKshhhh!" He sniffed hard but kept his eyes closed as he felt another sneeze coming on. "uhh… ehhhKShuhhhh! Eh-Tchuhh!" He turned back, scrubbing at his nose with the palm of his hand.
Master Zintal looked sympathetic. "We have been trying to get in touch with Qui-Gon to let him know you're not feeling well, but he isn't responding to his communications at the moment." She headed in and handed him a glass of water.
"It's just as well," he told her, taking a sip. "He's busy with the iditiate selectiod cerebody brebaratiods. I would't wadt to worry- huh-hib." Obi-Wan's breath caught and he cupped his hand to his face. "ehhhh-HIHShhhhh! eh-eh-ehhh-Huhshhhh!"
Master Zintal disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with a box of tissues for him. "Thag you very buch, Baster." Obi-Wan alternated blowing and drinking until his nose was a little less stuffy and his throat was a little less raw.
"Of course," she told him. "If you need anything else, just give a yell. One of us will be around to help you out."
"You deed't bother," Obi-Wan replied as he handed back the empty glass but kept the tissues for later use. "I'll be all right. It's just a cold."
She looked at him skeptically. "Nonetheless, you should be looked after. And without your master here, the rest of us are happy to do it." She squatted down in front of the sleep couch and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Now, if there's nothing you need, I think you should try to get some more sleep. That's the best thing for a cold."
He agreed with a yawn. He hugged the tissues to his chest as he curled up under the blankets, trying to get comfortable. It did not take him long to fall asleep, but he did so thinking about the fact that there was still a day left before they would be starting back.
Title: As One
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Pairing: Qui/Obi
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Reunite
Notes: This follows 'When the Master Gets Sick…' and '…the Padawan is Not Far to Follow'
Word Count: 500 words
As One
Qui-Gon was roused from sleep by an intense tickle in his nose. Back in his own quarters and his own bed, he knew where the tissue box was and propped himself up on both elbows as he reached for it. "herrSchhhhhh!" He sneezed into his pillow before getting the tissues to his nose, but he didn't much care. He cupped them to his face to muffle a second sneeze and then blow his nose. "herKShfffff!" His head snapped down towards the pillows from the force, his hair only loosely tied back, fell past his shoulders and against his cheeks.
He heard footsteps and, for a brief moment, thought it was Tala checking up on him. But what he felt was unmistakably not Tala's presence. Qui-Gon pulled his head up, sniffing and coughing lightly to clear away the congestion, even just a little bit.
Qui-Gon wanted his padwan's homecoming to be one of joy, even if that lasted only a moment before evidence of his illness showed through. He would welcome the man first, then explain how he wasn't feeling well. Then Obi-Wan would have to sleep on the sofa in the common area to avoid catching his master's cold.
But the sight that met Qui-Gon's welcoming smile was not one he liked or had expected. Obi-Wan looked terribly pale, apart from bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and a red nose. He sniffled and shivered as he surveyed Qui-Gon in the bed the way Qui-Gon was evaluating him.
Silently, Qui-Gon raised his arm, lifting up the blankets along with it. Obi-Wan slithered out off his cloak and boots on the way to bed, then slid beneath the blankets with the rest of his uniform still on. In one move, Qui-Gon brought the blankets down and wrapped his arm securely around his padawan. Both lying on their side, Obi-Wan scooted backwards and Qui-Gon moved forwards until they were locked together in form and in warmth.
Obi-Wan tensed instead of relaxing, however, and Qui-Gon passed the tissue box. "ehhh-UHshuhhh!" Obi-Wan wiped his nose and tossed the tissue over the side of the bed. Then he hugged the tissue box to his chest while Qui-Gon hugged Obi-Wan to his own. The pointer finger on his other hand traced patterns in the short, padawan-style hair. It stroked behind Obi-Wan's ear, and down neck and clothes to follow the braid. It felt so nice to be back in bed with Obi-Wan again that he hardly wanted to miss a moment by falling asleep. Obi-Wan coughed, then he closed his eyes to the soothing touch.
//When next we holiday, we can have a retreat of our own and see all the things you missed,// Qui-Gon suggested through their bond.
Obi-Wan smiled and nodded in agreement. //And in the morning I can help you with the ceremony preparations. It will go twice as fast with us both working on it.//
Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan an especially tight hug, then closed his eyes. They drifted off to sleep together as one.
Title: When the Master Gets Sick…
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Pairing: implied Qui/Obi
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.
Summary: Qui-Gon has caught a cold and goes to the healing dome
Notes: This has been floating about in my head for weeks. It needed to get out.
Word Count: 1,000 words
When the Master Gets Sick…
Qui-Gon sat still, with a finger bent beneath his nose and his eyes closed. He was feeling sleepy and having to sit still like this wasn't helping. At a bit of sound, he looked up to see Tala crossing the examination room with a glass of water. He wanted to ask, but did not want to move and could not speak.
He'd reported to the healing dome only a short while ago. And after a short wait, he'd been escorted by a droid to an examination room where he declared to Tala, in a very husky voice, "I thig I hab a code." Tala had looked him over for all of a minute and a half, then had shoved a thermometer under his tongue for twice that amount of time.
The wait was brutal, made more difficult than it should have been thanks to the fact he hadn't been able to blow his nose before it began. Tala kept himself busy during the wait, however, bustling around with datapads and putting away medical instruments. He had not seen Tala look so preoccupied since his days planning and assembling parts for the Aesculapius, from staff to supplies.
Just when Qui-Gon thought Tala had forgotten he was even there, the healer approached with a glass of water and took the thermometer from Qui-Gon's mouth. He held it up to the light, regarding it for a few moments with a frown on his face.
Qui-Gon coughed and sniffled. He dug his hanky out of his pocket and held it up just in time to catch a rather full sneeze. "herrSchhhhhhhh!" He blew his nose and looked up at Tala from the hunched-over position the sneeze had thrown him into.
"You have a cold," Tala informed him.
Qui-Gon nodded. He had thought as much.
"And a fever, in addition."
Qui-Gon nodded again. That was something he hadn't expected, though now that he'd been told, he did feel a little warm in his uniform.
"So here's what I want you to do," Tala said, getting right down to business. He'd been almost silent since Qui-Gon had stepped into the room but was making up for it now. "I want you to take a pill that will start helping to lower your fever. And then I want you to go home, climb right into bed, and rest. Is that clear?"
Qui-Gon nodded, sniffled, and nodded again. He didn't feel well enough to object and explain about what he needed to get done. Especially as he didn't feel well enough to do it.
Another tickle in his nose prompted him to raise his handkerchief again. "hehhh… har-uhhKSchhhhhh! EhhhTchhhhh!" He blew his nose hard with a less than pleasant sound.
"I do hate to ask," Tala said as Qui-Gon wiped his nose dry and then took the pill from him. Qui-Gon swallowed it down with a few gulps of water. "But when the master gets sick, the padawan is not far to follow. How is Obi-Wan?"
Qui-Gon stopped drinking halfway through the glass and shook his head. "Thagfully, he's away. Badawad retreat this weekedd." Before Tala could ask, "Add I dod't wadt hib to dow I'b sig. He would worry."
"I see," Tala said, his tone softening. "So there's no one who can take care of you here? One of the other masters?"
"Albost all of theb are accobadyig the badawads. I just stayed to oversee the iditiate selectiod cerebody breberatiods." He coughed from congestion and drank some more, not sure Tala had followed anything he'd said anyway. Qui-Gon considered blowing his nose and repeating it all, but from his expression Tala seemed to have gotten the gist.
"You need to be woken up to take the medicine every hour," Tala explained. "And as we can't spare any droids at the moment… I suppose I shall just have to do it myself."
Qui-Gon looked at him curiously.
"Would you mind staying here in the ward for a little while? At least until your fever goes down."
Qui-Gon shook his head to indicate he wouldn't mind. "But you're busy, ared't you? You have better thigs to do thad to tage care ob be."
With a sigh, "Of course I don't. I'm never too busy to look after a friend. Even without the medication, you look like you need someone to keep an eye on you while you're not feeling well. I'm glad to do it, Qui-Gon." Qui-Gon smiled weakly. "Now, let me find you a bed. You look exhausted."
Obediently, Qui-Gon hopped down from the examination table. Tala led him down the hall to one of the private rooms which had a bed made up. The sheets were bright white and the blankets a dark green, but the bed itself looked comfortable and he was eager to lie down. But first Tala made him change into standard issue pajamas and two pairs of socks.
Tala tucked him into bed, bringing the blankets up past his neck to his shoulders. "Okay," he said, pulling back. "Now I want you to use these if you have to sneeze," he said, moving a box of tissues from the bottom shelf of the bedside table to the top, within reach of Qui-Gon. "And I want you to give me a call if you need anything. But most of all, I want you to get some sleep."
Qui-Gon nodded and Tala left the room, keeping the door open a crack. It wasn't as comfortable and certainly not familiar like his bed. Not to mention that it was empty apart from him. But before he could fall asleep, he reached out for the tissues. His breath caught, and he shut his eyes tightly as he cupped the tissues to his face. "ehhhPShhhhhh! hehhh-Tchuhhhhh!" He dropped the tissues over the side of the bed towards the trash can and plucked out a few more for the eventuality of sneezing again. But as he drifted off to sleep, his hand released the tissues and he relaxed fully.
Title: …the Padawan is Not Far to Follow
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: G
Pairing: implied Qui/Obi
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.
Summary: Obi-Wan has caught a cold in the midst of a padawan retreat
Notes: This is paired with 'When the Master Gets Sick…'
Word Count: 1,000 words
…the Padawan is Not Far to Follow
Slightly impatient, Obi-Wan shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He cupped both hands to his face and sniffed hard. His head felt full, heavy, and his body felt no better.
After breakfast that morning had been katas in the green valley at the base of the mountains, and then a swim in the lake. Following that was a picnic lunch then in the afternoon groups split off for various exploits from scouring the libraries to botanical hikes to sparring competitions. Obi-Wan had made it through breakfast all right, and had managed most of the kata forms without complications. He had cooled down by sitting in the shade of a tree, rather than swimming as he hadn't felt up to that. But after lunch, during which he had eaten practically nothing, he'd decided to approach one of the masters about how he was feeling.
The problem was that, though almost all of the masters had accompanied the padawans on the trip, the masters were enjoying the time away from the temple as much as the younger Jedi. Had his own master been there, Obi-Wan would not have felt so badly about interrupting, but just now he felt all he could do was to hover beside a group of them and hope to catch one's attention.
"ehhh-ehhh-HIPChhh!" He sneezed into his hands.
The sound had been loud enough to prompt several of them to look at him. "Padawan Kenobi?" said Master Zintal. She broke from the group of masters with a respectful head bow, and walked over to him. "Are you all right?"
Rubbing a finger under his nose, he shook his head. "I thig I've got a cold."
Extending her hand out of her sleeve, she felt Obi-Wan's forehead with it. "And a fever, it seems."
He nodded in understanding.
"I think you had better return to the bunk house and get into bed," she advised.
He nodded again, scrubbing at his nose as he felt another sneeze coming on. He didn't feel well enough to object and insist he get to stay to enjoy the fun with the other padawans. Especially as he didn't feel well enough to have fun.
"Would you like me to go with you?" she asked, looking around to be sure nothing else was going on and she would be free to go with him.
But Obi-Wan shook his head. "I dow the way," he told her. Then he thanked her and made his way over. He changed into sleepwear then crawled into bed and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was no longer in the small cot in the middle of a row of cots. Instead, it was a sleep couch in a small, private room. He sat up and spotted Master Zintal hovering in the doorway. It had been her calls that had awoken him. "The other masters and I moved you to a private room so the others would be less likely to catch your cold. And we thought you could use the privacy."
Obi-Wan nodded and coughed. "Thag you." This sleep couch was cold and unfamiliar to him, from the feel of the sheets to the firm pillows. It was nothing at all like his bed at home, which he longed for. Well, that and the person he usually shared his bed with.
"It is terrible luck that you had to fall ill during the retreat. So we just wanted to make you as comfortable as possible," she explained.
Obi-Wan gave a weak smile of appreciation. There were numerous activities planned during the retreat that he would be missing out on now. Trips to the waterfalls. Exploring the caves. Swimming with the fish in the lake. Lying in the meadow under the sun with a good book. Sparring on the cliff tops. The padawan retreat was a much deserved and highly enjoyable treat. He felt miserable about missing it all, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now.
"ehhhh…" His breath caught again and he quickly turned his head away. "ehhh… ehhhhKshhhh!" He sniffed hard but kept his eyes closed as he felt another sneeze coming on. "uhh… ehhhKShuhhhh! Eh-Tchuhh!" He turned back, scrubbing at his nose with the palm of his hand.
Master Zintal looked sympathetic. "We have been trying to get in touch with Qui-Gon to let him know you're not feeling well, but he isn't responding to his communications at the moment." She headed in and handed him a glass of water.
"It's just as well," he told her, taking a sip. "He's busy with the iditiate selectiod cerebody brebaratiods. I would't wadt to worry- huh-hib." Obi-Wan's breath caught and he cupped his hand to his face. "ehhhh-HIHShhhhh! eh-eh-ehhh-Huhshhhh!"
Master Zintal disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with a box of tissues for him. "Thag you very buch, Baster." Obi-Wan alternated blowing and drinking until his nose was a little less stuffy and his throat was a little less raw.
"Of course," she told him. "If you need anything else, just give a yell. One of us will be around to help you out."
"You deed't bother," Obi-Wan replied as he handed back the empty glass but kept the tissues for later use. "I'll be all right. It's just a cold."
She looked at him skeptically. "Nonetheless, you should be looked after. And without your master here, the rest of us are happy to do it." She squatted down in front of the sleep couch and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Now, if there's nothing you need, I think you should try to get some more sleep. That's the best thing for a cold."
He agreed with a yawn. He hugged the tissues to his chest as he curled up under the blankets, trying to get comfortable. It did not take him long to fall asleep, but he did so thinking about the fact that there was still a day left before they would be starting back.
Title: As One
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Pairing: Qui/Obi
Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Reunite
Notes: This follows 'When the Master Gets Sick…' and '…the Padawan is Not Far to Follow'
Word Count: 500 words
As One
Qui-Gon was roused from sleep by an intense tickle in his nose. Back in his own quarters and his own bed, he knew where the tissue box was and propped himself up on both elbows as he reached for it. "herrSchhhhhh!" He sneezed into his pillow before getting the tissues to his nose, but he didn't much care. He cupped them to his face to muffle a second sneeze and then blow his nose. "herKShfffff!" His head snapped down towards the pillows from the force, his hair only loosely tied back, fell past his shoulders and against his cheeks.
He heard footsteps and, for a brief moment, thought it was Tala checking up on him. But what he felt was unmistakably not Tala's presence. Qui-Gon pulled his head up, sniffing and coughing lightly to clear away the congestion, even just a little bit.
Qui-Gon wanted his padwan's homecoming to be one of joy, even if that lasted only a moment before evidence of his illness showed through. He would welcome the man first, then explain how he wasn't feeling well. Then Obi-Wan would have to sleep on the sofa in the common area to avoid catching his master's cold.
But the sight that met Qui-Gon's welcoming smile was not one he liked or had expected. Obi-Wan looked terribly pale, apart from bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and a red nose. He sniffled and shivered as he surveyed Qui-Gon in the bed the way Qui-Gon was evaluating him.
Silently, Qui-Gon raised his arm, lifting up the blankets along with it. Obi-Wan slithered out off his cloak and boots on the way to bed, then slid beneath the blankets with the rest of his uniform still on. In one move, Qui-Gon brought the blankets down and wrapped his arm securely around his padawan. Both lying on their side, Obi-Wan scooted backwards and Qui-Gon moved forwards until they were locked together in form and in warmth.
Obi-Wan tensed instead of relaxing, however, and Qui-Gon passed the tissue box. "ehhh-UHshuhhh!" Obi-Wan wiped his nose and tossed the tissue over the side of the bed. Then he hugged the tissue box to his chest while Qui-Gon hugged Obi-Wan to his own. The pointer finger on his other hand traced patterns in the short, padawan-style hair. It stroked behind Obi-Wan's ear, and down neck and clothes to follow the braid. It felt so nice to be back in bed with Obi-Wan again that he hardly wanted to miss a moment by falling asleep. Obi-Wan coughed, then he closed his eyes to the soothing touch.
//When next we holiday, we can have a retreat of our own and see all the things you missed,// Qui-Gon suggested through their bond.
Obi-Wan smiled and nodded in agreement. //And in the morning I can help you with the ceremony preparations. It will go twice as fast with us both working on it.//
Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan an especially tight hug, then closed his eyes. They drifted off to sleep together as one.
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Date: 2004-11-23 03:17 pm (UTC)~A
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Date: 2004-11-24 12:07 pm (UTC)LOL about the summer campy feel. I never thought about that, but you're very right. I had a hard time coming up with a variety of activities I thought padawans away for a few days might find enjoyable and stimulating. Though I must admit I stole one or two (like caving) from other padawan retreat fics. I'm glad you found Obi's reactions in character, though. Poor guy :-(
heehee! Yep. I'm delighted people aren't throwing shoes at me for my working him into so many stories all the time. "Enough with Tala already!" *throws shoe* LOL I worked on his fic last night a little, though. It doesn't have the feel to it yet that I wanted... it's still a little awkward and uncertain. But as it progresses I hope that's changed. I have a lot of notes and bits of dialogue from when I was writing the obivirus fic so it's a great place to start from. I'm really happy to hear you're looking forward to it! I hope it lives up to your expectations.
And of course, I really like how they come together in the end. However, I didn't anitipate such a quite and understood meeting. Kind of the opposite really. "What are you doing here...oh you're sick...?" Or something like that. But they both just seemed to understand, and went right to bed. It actually makes sense now that I thikn about it. I mean, they're always on the same page.
I definitely thought the fact that they are able to understand instantly and communicate without words was much more them than if they'd gone through the whole telling each other about it thing. The fact that Qui is able to change in a beat from welcoming to needing to tell Obi he's sick to welcoming him into bed is just... I loved that bit. The silent "come on in under the blankets with me. I'm glad you're home" thing *sigh* I really loved how that played out in my head. LOL Considering they spent the other ficlet-things trying to explain to others that they were sick... I liked that wordless contrast when it came to telling each other. Just the natural way they came together to comfort each other, knowing what the other needed, being happy just because they're together even though they're sick. *sigh* I love my Jedi boys *G*
I'm sorry it hit you as something unanticipated, though. I had wanted it to be a strong contrast... but I didn't want to pull the reader out so completely with the unexpected. Hrmm. Maybe I should rework part of the first two sections to add a line or two about how if Obi or Qui had been there for the other, he wouldn't have had to go explain to Tala or the other Jedi master. That he just would have been understood immediately and taken care of... that might take away from some of the shock in the difference presented in the third part... hrmm... I must think about that more.
Thanks again!!! I'm glad you thought them so cute :-)