SW Fic bit (part 1 of 3)
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tarotgalI'm writing this in parts (started it last week) and I figured I might as well post the first part now. It might get edited more before I archive it anywhere, though, once I finish the whole thing.
Anyway... enjoy part 1! :-)
Title: Evaluating
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi/Qui
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: The great flannel one. Not I. I make no money off this.
Summary: Obi-Wan does some self-evaluation and works through his head cold as Qui-Gon looks on.
Part 1
“I’ll com you tonight sniff, sniff, about the details,” Obi-Wan said, offloading nearly all of the books and papers onto Bant.
She ‘ooof’ed but smiled and accepted it all. “And I’ll finish up these banners after my master and I spar.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Snfff!” And he rubbed the butt of his hand against the base of his nose. “Sniff, SNIFF! Master Qui-Gon and I are supposed to, sniff, have dinner now.”
“Then you had better go,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the door to Obi-Wan’s quarters. “If you’re having dinner, you’ll need to clean up first.” Obi-Wan stared at her confusedly but her head bobbed up and down in a subtle, encouraging, ‘trust me’ sort of nod. “And feel better. Get rid of that sniffle, Obi.”
The comment had come just as he’d reached up and rubbed his nose with another strong sniffle. He nodded to her and said goodbye. Then he ducked into the quarters he shared with his master.
He found the rooms warm and smelling of spices, though he suspected they smelled much better than he could discern with his nose all stuffed up. //Well, there you are, Padawan.// Qui-Gon, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, stepped back and into view around the partition that divided the kitchen from the rest of the common area. “How nice of you to grace me with your company. At this late hour I’d thought you’d forgotten about taking dinner with me.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan apologized with sincerity. “Sniff! I had a lot of , sniff, sniff, work to do for the festival.”
Qui-Gon nodded and disappeared into the kitchen area for a few minutes only to come out again with a stack of dishes and silverware in one hand and a pot in the other. He set the things down on the table, gave Obi-Wan a strong look, then returned to the kitchen to retrieve the side dishes and drinks, two more short trips in all. “I see,” he said as he walked back and forth, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard clearly but speaking in a casual, light tone. “And you felt that working on schedules, flyers, and banners was more important than keeping a promise and appointment with your master?”
Obi-Wan hesitated to answer. It was true that he should have kept his promise, or at least commed his master to let him know he was running late. But the festival was largely his responsibility- and one of his first major ones within the Temple, at that. The festival was to include hundreds of participants and literally thousands of visitors, all of whom needed to be pleased. Yet he loved his master and, even more, the quiet times he could spend with the man outside of training. But he wasn’t supposed to put those feelings before his duties, no matter how much he loved having dinner with Qui-Gon. And Qui-Gon has sounded as much the affronted lover as the disapproving master. Obi-Wan did not believe it was entirely fair to have to rate his commitments in this way, especially when it all boiled down to simply losing track of time during a very busy day.
“Question retracted,” said Qui-Gon, who had been reading his padawan easily. He set down the water glasses. “I’m glad you’re home,” he said warmly. “Now, come over here, My Own. Let me get a good look at you.”
Remembering Bant’s advice about washing up, Obi-Wan grudgingly obeyed. He put down the datapad and small stack of papers he had not handed over and walked to his master. He sniffed hard a few times as he walked, wanting to get his nose in order first and deciding sniffing at a distance was better than sniffing and ruining any sort of warm sentiment.
Qui-Gon held his arms out in welcome, and they greeted as usual, with Obi-Wan hugging Qui-Gon round the middle with his arms wrapped around tightly, and with Qui-Gon similarly wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon gently kissed the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “You look quite unwell,” Qui-Gon said. Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek into Qui-Gon’s chest and could not help but sniffle twice from his terribly runny nose. “And you sound sniffly.” He stroked the back of Obi-Wan’s head with a soothing touch. “Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea for you to be up and about just now.”
“Sniff?” Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon, blinking. “I don’t need to be in bed. It’s just a little sniffle, Master. Sniff, sniff!” He nuzzled his face into Qui-Gon’s chest. “I can put up with a bit of a runny nose.”
“You look exhausted, Padawan Mine.” Another stroke to his head, this time determining Obi-Wan had a normal temperature, and Qui-Gon’s arms tightened the hug.
“This festival is a very important deal and I’m proud to have been put in charge of it. In a few days it will be over and I will be able to sleep. Until then I can fight this. I’m a Jedi, and this is just a little sniffle in my nose. There’s no need to worry about me, all right?”
“Mmm,” Qui-Gon replied noncommittally. Then, “I believe the dinner’s getting cold.”
:-) And if you can believe it, parts 2 and 3 are going to be even fluffier. LOL!
Anyway... enjoy part 1! :-)
Title: Evaluating
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi/Qui
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: The great flannel one. Not I. I make no money off this.
Summary: Obi-Wan does some self-evaluation and works through his head cold as Qui-Gon looks on.
Part 1
“I’ll com you tonight sniff, sniff, about the details,” Obi-Wan said, offloading nearly all of the books and papers onto Bant.
She ‘ooof’ed but smiled and accepted it all. “And I’ll finish up these banners after my master and I spar.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Snfff!” And he rubbed the butt of his hand against the base of his nose. “Sniff, SNIFF! Master Qui-Gon and I are supposed to, sniff, have dinner now.”
“Then you had better go,” she said, tilting her head in the direction of the door to Obi-Wan’s quarters. “If you’re having dinner, you’ll need to clean up first.” Obi-Wan stared at her confusedly but her head bobbed up and down in a subtle, encouraging, ‘trust me’ sort of nod. “And feel better. Get rid of that sniffle, Obi.”
The comment had come just as he’d reached up and rubbed his nose with another strong sniffle. He nodded to her and said goodbye. Then he ducked into the quarters he shared with his master.
He found the rooms warm and smelling of spices, though he suspected they smelled much better than he could discern with his nose all stuffed up. //Well, there you are, Padawan.// Qui-Gon, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, stepped back and into view around the partition that divided the kitchen from the rest of the common area. “How nice of you to grace me with your company. At this late hour I’d thought you’d forgotten about taking dinner with me.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan apologized with sincerity. “Sniff! I had a lot of , sniff, sniff, work to do for the festival.”
Qui-Gon nodded and disappeared into the kitchen area for a few minutes only to come out again with a stack of dishes and silverware in one hand and a pot in the other. He set the things down on the table, gave Obi-Wan a strong look, then returned to the kitchen to retrieve the side dishes and drinks, two more short trips in all. “I see,” he said as he walked back and forth, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard clearly but speaking in a casual, light tone. “And you felt that working on schedules, flyers, and banners was more important than keeping a promise and appointment with your master?”
Obi-Wan hesitated to answer. It was true that he should have kept his promise, or at least commed his master to let him know he was running late. But the festival was largely his responsibility- and one of his first major ones within the Temple, at that. The festival was to include hundreds of participants and literally thousands of visitors, all of whom needed to be pleased. Yet he loved his master and, even more, the quiet times he could spend with the man outside of training. But he wasn’t supposed to put those feelings before his duties, no matter how much he loved having dinner with Qui-Gon. And Qui-Gon has sounded as much the affronted lover as the disapproving master. Obi-Wan did not believe it was entirely fair to have to rate his commitments in this way, especially when it all boiled down to simply losing track of time during a very busy day.
“Question retracted,” said Qui-Gon, who had been reading his padawan easily. He set down the water glasses. “I’m glad you’re home,” he said warmly. “Now, come over here, My Own. Let me get a good look at you.”
Remembering Bant’s advice about washing up, Obi-Wan grudgingly obeyed. He put down the datapad and small stack of papers he had not handed over and walked to his master. He sniffed hard a few times as he walked, wanting to get his nose in order first and deciding sniffing at a distance was better than sniffing and ruining any sort of warm sentiment.
Qui-Gon held his arms out in welcome, and they greeted as usual, with Obi-Wan hugging Qui-Gon round the middle with his arms wrapped around tightly, and with Qui-Gon similarly wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon gently kissed the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “You look quite unwell,” Qui-Gon said. Obi-Wan rubbed his cheek into Qui-Gon’s chest and could not help but sniffle twice from his terribly runny nose. “And you sound sniffly.” He stroked the back of Obi-Wan’s head with a soothing touch. “Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea for you to be up and about just now.”
“Sniff?” Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon, blinking. “I don’t need to be in bed. It’s just a little sniffle, Master. Sniff, sniff!” He nuzzled his face into Qui-Gon’s chest. “I can put up with a bit of a runny nose.”
“You look exhausted, Padawan Mine.” Another stroke to his head, this time determining Obi-Wan had a normal temperature, and Qui-Gon’s arms tightened the hug.
“This festival is a very important deal and I’m proud to have been put in charge of it. In a few days it will be over and I will be able to sleep. Until then I can fight this. I’m a Jedi, and this is just a little sniffle in my nose. There’s no need to worry about me, all right?”
“Mmm,” Qui-Gon replied noncommittally. Then, “I believe the dinner’s getting cold.”
:-) And if you can believe it, parts 2 and 3 are going to be even fluffier. LOL!
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Date: 2005-06-28 06:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 09:30 pm (UTC)I loved the part when Qui surveyed Obi to tell him that he looked "quite unwell" oh!!!! That pulled on my heartstrings. lol.
Plus the idea of Bant telling Obi to straighten himself out, too cute. Reminds me of that fic you wrote about Qui and Obi just meeting for the first time.
Cute! Can't wait for the next part!!
~A
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Date: 2005-06-29 03:04 am (UTC)I think it's one of the natural laws of the universe that Obifluff makes any day better :-)
I loved the part when Qui surveyed Obi to tell him that he looked "quite unwell" oh!!!! That pulled on my heartstrings. lol.
Awww, I'm glad you liked that! There's definitely going to be more of that. *points to the title*
Plus the idea of Bant telling Obi to straighten himself out, too cute. Reminds me of that fic you wrote about Qui and Obi just meeting for the first time.
Gah. I try not to read that one. I'm embarrassed by my earlier SW sneezefics *blush* But I'm glad you liked her appearance there, certainly. Poor sick Obi.
Cute! Can't wait for the next part!!
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Date: 2005-07-01 12:25 am (UTC)~A
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Date: 2005-06-29 03:15 am (UTC)Oh gods yes! I have been needing some Obi fluff lately! Thanks so much, this has def. made my day!
I think it's one of those universal laws that says Obifluff makes every day a little better :-)
I loved the part when Qui surveyed Obi to tell him that he looked "quite unwell" oh!!!! That pulled on my heartstrings. lol.
Aww, I'm glad you liked that part. Especially as there's much more of that ahead *points at title*
Plus the idea of Bant telling Obi to straighten himself out, too cute. Reminds me of that fic you wrote about Qui and Obi just meeting for the first time.
*blushes furiously* I'm rather embarrassed by my earlier SW fanfics. But I am glad you liked her appearance and thought she was cute. This is sort of an adaptation of her role in my long WIP for one of the very early SW bunnies (the one where Obi's sick but still goes through with his work like the good little Jedi boy he is).
Cute! Can't wait for the next part!!
Sadly, I'm afraid you're going to have to. I'm sorry! :-(
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Date: 2005-06-29 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-29 03:31 am (UTC)It's great to see Bant here! She's such a good friend, and in particular, I think she's a really good influence on Obi, keeping him grounded on what's important and not letting himself get all wound up in trying to be the perfect Jedi.
I'm glad Qui retracted his question. It really was rather unfair of him to ask it, and Obi's definitely not at his best here so there's no way he was going to be able to come up with a good way to answer it.
I second the comment about the line 'You look most unwell', and I'd like to add the phrases 'My Own', and especially 'Padawan Mine' to the list of things that make me go all melty as soon as I read them in fics. This was a very cute ficlet...bring on the fluffy goodness of parts 2 and 3!! *G*
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Date: 2005-06-29 03:41 am (UTC)As much as I love angst... there's something about Obi/Qui fluff that always makes the top of my list. *snuggles the Jedi* Then again, I bought a box of M&M granola bars tonight just because of the sexy Ep3 Obi "trading card" on the back. So I'm a little strange as it is...
It's great to see Bant here! She's such a good friend, and in particular, I think she's a really good influence on Obi, keeping him grounded on what's important and not letting himself get all wound up in trying to be the perfect Jedi.
Aww, thanks! I'm glad you think so *feels much better about the WIP I mentioned in the second reply to Annalisa's fb*
I'm glad Qui retracted his question. It really was rather unfair of him to ask it, and Obi's definitely not at his best here so there's no way he was going to be able to come up with a good way to answer it.
I was really eager to see what people thought of that. I *almost* took it out because it didn't fit as well as I'd liked. But in the end I left it in (um, obviously, since you just read it). So thank you for mentioning it and giving your opinion of it. To me, I like to think Qui could read his padawan's response and didn't need an answer, and that he just asked it in hopes of getting Obi-Wan to do some self-evaluation and realize he was starting to get a little carried away in the festival preparations and forgetting other things... not focusing on the future so much that he forgot to live in the present, for example.
Like you, though, I'm glad he retracted it. Thank you :-)
I second the comment about the line 'You look most unwell', and I'd like to add the phrases 'My Own', and especially 'Padawan Mine' to the list of things that make me go all melty as soon as I read them in fics. This was a very cute ficlet...bring on the fluffy goodness of parts 2 and 3!! *G*
*giddy bounces* Thank you so much!
Though, to be honest, I feel exactly the same way about 'My Own' and 'Mine'. It just says "warm and snuggly master" to me. And I try not to overuse them because I love them SO much. But if you like them, feel free to read the little ficlet I posted about five minutes ago on my LJ. Several occurances of both of those :-)
Thank you so much!!
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Date: 2005-07-01 12:27 am (UTC)~A