Master and Padawan

Okay, so this is gonna be a collection of humorous one-shots on being padawans from Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and my point of view. R&R too much to ask for?

I wen nothing but my own ideas and myself, and anything else that you don't recognize... Giving all credit to George Lucas! Oh, and some of these ideas stemmed from a comment in a story I might have read... Just expanding on them... One more credit to stormqueen873 for the story entitled Horror on Yavin IV, cause that comes from an idea mentioned in there. If you have an idea that you want me to make a humorous one shot on, then by all means please tell me and I'll do my very best. Okay, go on and read, thanks! PS for those of you who don't know what a banshee is, it's a female ghost that guards a grave. It may sound actually nice, but if a banshees grave is disturbed... Let's not even go there.

The Banshee of the Tree's Grave

Qui-Gon slipped into the quarters he and his master Dooku shared, shivering. Hoping that his master wouldn't notice, he slipped into his room, heaving a sigh of relief as the apartment remained quiet. Sliding between the sheets after visiting the 'fresher, he feel into troubled sleep...

-the next day -

"Padawan?" His masters baritone voice rang, making him leap up and hurry into the main sitting room.

"Here Master," he replied.

"Good. Get ready to go. The council has called us on a mission to the planet of Kashyyk to scout a mysterious presence that the wookiees are complaining about."

"Yes master," the young Padawan replied, scooting into his room and grabbing the essential items.

-hours later -

Inwardly, he was growling with frustration at this blasted mission. Sithspawn. He slapped at mosquitoes, he tried not to think about how much he was sweating, and tried his best to be attuned to the dense jungle around him for any life forms. Nope, it was too much to handle. Just as he was about to give up, he felt something wrap around his ankle. He let out a scream that shattered even the noises of the woods, flailing as he was jerked upside down. His master came crashing back and stared at him dangling from the tree by the vine trap, but his Padawan wasn't aware.

"Help! It's got me! It's coming for me, help! I'm gonna be eaten!"

The master stared at his hysterical apprentice and wondered what in the galaxy his Padawan was blubbering about.

"Calm down Qui!" His voice sounded oddly high.

"Master? Help, get it away from me!"

"Get what away Padawan? It's just a vine trap!"

There was a sudden silence from the boy, and misty blue eyes peered from the folds of the tunic that he was trying to keep above his head. The silence grew into an embarrassed atmosphere. Qui-Gon's face went completely red. With a funny look at him, his master proceeded to cut him down.

"Now, would you mind telling your poor master what made you over react so?"

The silence stretched. "Well master, last night Mace was telling a story about a banshee of a tree..." Face red and voice sheepish, he trailed off.

"And so you believed it?" His masters voice, he noticed, was oddly high again.

"Well, for a while, but..."

"So it obviously hasn't worn off yet" his master said dryly.

"The things a master have to go through..." He faintly heard his master murmur.

"Well Padawan, I think I ought to congratulate you on several points. One, on the whole, we have found evidence of someone here, two, we have a perfect excuse to get out of this sithly jungle to get your ankle checked, and three, you have another story to tell that will make the whole Jedi temple rollick with laughter."

The glare from his Padawan only made the master loose his composure completely... The sound of riotous laughter from his master echoed through the forest. Funny, he could have sworn that he felt the Force laughing at him too. Oh well, maybe it was just his imagination running wild... Again. Sithspit.