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I finished this part the same day I finished part 2... but I thought it could use a bit of a wait before I posted it. Anyway... yes, enjoy the conclusion!

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.
Previously Posted: Part 1 and Part 2

Part 3

"On behalf of the Jedi Order, I take great pleasure in welcoming you all here today," Obi-Wan whispered, trying not to look down at the datapad on sink counter in front of him. Instead, he kept his eyes focused straight ahead at the mirror and his reflection in it. "This festival is…" He paused, feeling the unavoidable tickle creeping up on him.

He raised one arm and buried his nose in the crook. "IhhhChoo! Snuff! Yihh-Chushhh!" He lifted his head and wiggled his nose. "Sniff, sniff, sniifffffffff!" The hand not holding his speech reached over to the box of tissues by the sink. He blew one-handed then coughed a half dozen times into the tissue, hoping it would muffle the sound well enough. All the coughing he'd been doing this afternoon would surely wake his master up from his nap if the sneezes didn't do it first.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and began at the top of the page. "On behalf of the Jedi-"

"Padawan?" Obi-Wan glanced to the side to see Qui-Gon standing in the 'fresher doorway. "You're practicing your welcome speech for the festival?" Obi-Wan nodded. "Good for you." He stepped forward, leaned close, and kissed the top of Obi-Wan's head. "I'll leave you to it, then."

Glad to be left alone to practice, Obi-Wan sniffed, cleared his throat, and began again. "On behalf of the Jedi Order, I take great-"

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon popped back in again with an amused expression. "It's all right. I'm awake. No need to whisper any more."

Obi-Wan looked down at the datapad as a rosy hue filled his cheeks.

"Padawan?"

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and turned to Qui-Gon with his hands up. "First, Master, there's no cause for alarm," he whispered as loudly as he could, which wasn't much. "And second-"

He didn't get to second before his master exploded. "No cause for alarm? You've completely lost your voice!"

"I can still whisper," he stressed. "With a microphone, there won't be any problem. See?" He cleared his throat. "On behalf of… of…" His nose twitched and his face fell. And he directed the sneeze into his shoulder. "YihhChooo!" When he lifted his head, he saw Qui-Gon standing behind him, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Two hot, strong hands found their way onto Obi-Wan's shoulders. "Nice try. But you're sick, and you're absolutely not going to the festival."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened at Qui-Gon's reflection in the mirror, instead of looking over his shoulder at his master. "But I've worked so hard at it. It's all I've thought about for weeks. And to be asked to deliver the opening was such an honor. Sniff! Sniff! I just can't give up now."

"Taking care of yourself when you're very ill is not giving up, Padawan."

Obi-Wan coughed and shook his head. "But I'm not very ill. It's just a sniffle and a few sneezes."

"And so much coughing that you've lost your voice," Qui-Gon pointed out.

"But I don't have a fever!" Obi-Wan said, trying to get above a whisper in order to prove his point. However most of the words were silent and bits of the rest came out in as a few high-pitched squeaks. He reached up to the mirror and pulled open the door to the medicine cabinet behind it. Quickly, his hands reached around, searching desperately for a thermometer. Whispering again, "You can take my temperature right now if you don't believe me. I don't have a fever. I'm not sick-"

Obi-Wan went silent as Qui-Gon's arm mirrored his and a hand grabbed his wrist, holding it still. "Padawan, I believe you. And even though your temperature is normal, you're still sick."

"But…" Obi-Wan stammered, trying to think of something to say. "But…"

"'But' is not a sentence," Qui-Gon said in his best teacher voice. "And neither is it a reason I should allow you to compromise what little health you have." His hand slid up Obi-Wan's arm and massaged the shoulders firmly. His thumbs reached up and brushed Obi-Wan's jaw. "There will be many other festivals and ceremonies. And there will be other chances to prove yourself to everyone."

"Ihhhh…" Obi-Wan's eyes slammed closed and his hand snapped up to his face, cupping around nose and mouth just in time so he didn't sneeze all over the refresher. "Hitchuhhh! YiiihhChschhh! IhhhShhhh!"

More shoulder-rubbing accompanied Qui-Gon's gentle, "Bless you, Padawan Mine." And a soft kiss sealed the sentiment. The kiss blended into a nuzzle, with Qui-Gon breathing warmly into the top of Obi-Wan's head, short fuzzy hair and all. "Let Bant cover the opening this time. You've certainly taken much care with the preparations. I am confident that the festival will run smoothly with you in bed. I want to see you take care of your cold, now." His hands slid down and wrapped around Obi-Wan in a hug.

Completely unable to say no to such overwhelming persuasion, Obi-Wan sniffled and nodded. "Yes, My Master," he whispered, closing his eyes. He set the speech aside and turned in Qui-Gon's arms, snuggling into his chest. "I know you need to be at the festival," he whispered. "SniffsniffSNIFF! But perhaps you have a few moments to spend with me first?"

Qui-Gon hugged tightly. "I can tuck you into bed and sit with you a little while," he said nodding. "And I will give you a full report of the festival when I get back, if you're not asleep by then."

"If I am, you can wake me up," Obi-Wan whispered. "I'm sure you can figure out a way to do that."

"Mmm." Qui-Gon patted his padawan's back. "We'll see." Then Obi-Wan broke away and headed for the bedroom, with his master following right behind.






Afterwards note: The funny thing is, I already had this worked out plot-wise at least a week before I lost my voice last week. Still, it was nice being able to empathize with him while writing it. *snuggles Obi*

Date: 2005-07-20 08:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-pirate-girl.livejournal.com
hey. Just wanted to tell you that I really liked this story and how Obi-Wan pushes himself so hard to impress Qui-Gon. It's so sweet! I love all your stories! Thanks for posting them for your fellow sneeze fetishists to enjoy!

Date: 2005-07-20 08:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-pirate-girl.livejournal.com
An addendum to my last comment-I was bored and inspired by your story Familiarity on your website and I did a quick sketchie of sick Draco for you. Enjoy! Thanks again for all your great fics!

Date: 2005-07-27 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-pirate-girl.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked it!!! no need to write anything for me in return--just keep writing all those great sneezefics, YUM! and cetainly, feel free to put it up on your website. Thanks :D

Date: 2005-07-20 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vatergrrl.livejournal.com
> "'But' is not a sentence," Qui-Gon said in his best teacher voice.< Oh, yes, LOVE that bit! Qui, always in control and always the teacherly type. I bet he's quite the grammar avenger, too, if it every came to that. And the laryngitis aspect felt very new, innovative, and fun -- it's a vastly underused element in h/c and sneezefetish fiction, given how common it is in real life and how endlessly frustrating it is when it happens, ALWAYS before a major speech or vocal performance! The implied sex scene at the end was a nice cap to the storyline -- although I like slashy stuff just fine, I think that here the "curtain closes on our two lovers" motif was just the right touch, a "fade out/shut the door" thing which can be hotter than a full description of what happens next.

Date: 2005-07-21 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladykorana.livejournal.com
Oooh, such yumminess! I'm glad he finally agreed to rest and let himself heal...and relax with his Master.*G* I really enjoyed this series of fics. And I enthusiastically second the comment about the laryngitis...it's an often- overlooked symptom that I'd really love to see more of in fics.

Date: 2005-07-21 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladykorana.livejournal.com
Yay, a medical question! I so enjoy the chance to contribute in some small way to your fic writing processes...

There are two ways to detect strep throat (the technical term is 'streptococcal pharyngitis', for what it's worth, but even medical personnel usually just use the slang term): 1. a rapid immunoassay test to detect the presence of the bacterial antigen, which takes only minutes and 2. sending the swab to a lab to have the bacteria grown in selective growth media until there's bacterial colonies that are big enough to be cultured, which takes a day or two. It's very common for offices to run the Rapid Streptococcal Antigen Test in the presence of symptoms suggesting strep throat (soreness, redness, swelling, etc.), but the rapid test is less specific than the culture, so a sample is frequently sent to be cultured as well, especially if the rapid test is negative but symptoms are present. In either case, antibiotics flow like water nowdays, and I'm pretty sure they'd give antibiotics until the culture results came back, just to be safe and not get sued. Hope that helps!!

Date: 2005-07-21 07:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladykorana.livejournal.com
Also, FYI, doing a culture is considered the gold standard in terms of positively identifying all bacteria present. If there's more going on there than just the strep bacteria, the rapid test won't pick that up. Also, once identified, cultures can be tested against antibiotics to determine sensitivities to various drugs, but that takes a bit more time (and money) and isn't usually done unless the infection is proving dangerous or difficult to treat. Just so you know. *G*

Date: 2005-07-21 07:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladykorana.livejournal.com
It really is only a couple minutes to walk down the hall and run the test. There are no elaborate set-ups or special facilities required. Theoretically, it is possible that the ER could have been so busy that they have run out of test kits, but that would mean the people in charge of ordering supplies have been doing a piss-poor job of it. *G*

Hmmm...maybe that particular lot number of test kits could have been recalled by the manufacturer for some flaw or something. See, there are ways around every fic problem! ;)

Date: 2005-07-21 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokeycat-430.livejournal.com
I think I could go on and on about how much I enjoy your cute and fluffy stories but so I think that I'll just stop before I start and save it for other times. Loved this part as well and was sad and a little surprised to see that it was the end as I was expecting it to be longer for some reason. Oh well, I'm sure you already have more yummy goodness left to post later. ;-)

Date: 2005-07-24 02:33 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh! I loved this! I really did. My favorite had to be when we (and Qui of course) realized that Obi's whispering wasn't out of choice, but out of necessity! Poor little JedI! Moments like that make me wanna hug and squeeze poor Obi! Plus, Obi sounds just like me. I always gauge my illness on whether or not I have a fever. Haha, like Obi, no fever = not sick. :)
I loved this (fluff!)

~A

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Contents of this journal include: sneeze fetish references and lots of hurt/comfort, short fics and/or WIPS, everything from gen and het to slash and femslash, everything from G to NC-17, random ramblings about my life and fandom obsessions.

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