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Summary: What happens when Qui-Gon finds out who holds the record for 'most frequently in the Healers Ward'? Obi-Wan might never get to leave the Temple again!
The Record
Prologue
Obi-Wan Kenobi thought it was totally unfair that he had broken his right arm. Even if it was for a good cause, the Padawan had broken his arm in seven places while saving the Prince of Kembesh who had fallen from a twelve story building. The prince had been fine, but Obi-Wan (who had been holding the small boy at the time) had received a cast for his trouble.
'The left arm would have made things just so much more convent,' thought the Padawan, after struggling though another sentence the boy could no longer stand it.
"Errs!" the ginger haired boy groaned, dropping his data pad as he did so. The poor boy's arm had been soaked in Bacta for long enough that the breaks were nearly mended but he was not allowed to move his arm for over two weeks.
His two best friends looked up at him. Garen and Bant couldn't help but smile at the pathetic sight of Obi-Wan trying to complete his essay left handed. It was quite amusing.
"This is not fair!" Obi-Wan said glaring at the less than half finished essay as though it was the cause of all his problems.
"Many things in life are not fair my friend." Garen said smiling at the younger boy.
Bant smiled at this and added "Though Obi is right, everything does seem to happen to him."
"Don't I know it!" The boy in question responded.
"Yeah, the record is there to prove it." Garen said stretching out and picking his own data pad up again.
"What record?" Obi asked over a yawn. It was getting late the three of them had been studying for the last three hours.
Bant and Garen exchanged a look, and then quickly turned back to their own work.
Obi-Wan however looked at his friends confused "What record?" He asked, this time with general curiosity.
His friends exchanged another look before Garen spoke "You don't know?"
"Know what?" Obi asked getting a bit annoyed now.
Again the look was exchanged. Obi-Wan frowned harder, about to demand to know what they were talking about, however before he could Bant spoke up.
"You broke the record Obi." She said almost nervously.
"What record?" The Padawan was wide awake now and frowning.
"I thought he knew." Bant said sadly to the other boy.
"Should we show him?" Garen responded his eyebrows knitted together.
"Yes you should!" Interrupted Obi-Wan standing up, "Show me!"
"We need to now, if we don't he will tell his master…" Bant whispered in a worried tone.
"Alright. Come on." Garen said in a resigned sort of way. Standing up he walked out of the room.
Obi-Wan hastened to follow.
I know it was short but originally this was going to be a one shot, but I changed my mind into making five short chapters. Plus this is only the prologue.
Sorry about any spelling/grammar problems.
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