Rating: PG (who knows what I have in store though)
Summary: My own version of how the great Qui Gon Jinn and young Obi Wan Kenobi meet and come together. Includes your usual anxiety, hurt, comfort, blah blah blah. I hope it's enjoyable though. It's probably AU, as I kinda go off on my own little story line here. Try it though; you might like it.
Warning: My first Star Wars story… you have been warned.
Archive: Let me know first I guess… haven't really ever been archived, but if it were to happen, I'd surely love to know J
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Lucusfilm ltd. I get nothing. Nothing I tell ya!!
Dedication: This is for my favorite writers out there: Cynical21, Red Rose Knight, and Cascadia. You guys always blow me away with your stories. YOU are the Masters and as simply a Padawan learner, I hope to one day be a great Master like you three! (though at the moment I feel like quite the Crechling J) Thank you for your stories!!
Drawing on Destiny"Stay in line little ones, and don't lose your partners hand. It's a long way down." Creche Master Yai'De gently coaxed another young initiate back into line. A few of the more curious children dragged their 'holding hands' partner to the edge of the wide, sleek, metal catwalk, high above the gardens below and stretching far across to the other side. There really was no danger in the children falling off the walkway; glass barriers lined the length of the railing, allowing sufficient viewing for those not tall enough to lean over the railing to gaze at the scenery below. Those same curious ones were also the few who were gently forced-pushed back into line.
"Come on younglings, only a little farther to go and then we'll settle down for lunch. Bant-" Yai'De paused looking at the young Calamarian girl standing alone while the other children passed her by. The Master's brow furrowed slightly as she kneeled down before the girl. "Where's your partner?"
The youngling gave an over-exaggerated sigh and roll of her eyes before she pointed to a destination behind the Creche Master. Yai'De turned her head and could see the small figure of the boy a little ways back. Her lips set into a fine line and she sighed. It really didn't surprise her anymore that this one child always seemed to somehow find his way around her. Not that the young one went out of his way to make trouble, he just sometimes seemed very… unfocused; different from the other children. It wasn't even that he wasn't focused, he was just always focused on what he shouldn't be. This time being a classic example.
"Padawan, would you kindly show the children back to the Creche. Take Bant with you please." The Creche Master's apprentice gave a small chuckle before taking the small Calamarian's hand and took over charge of leading the rest of the younglings back.
Yai'De stood and slowly made her way towards the small boy whose hands and forehead were resting flat against the glass. The young one was staring intently into the gardens below. "Obi-Wan Kenobi," she said sternly, "At what point did you come to believe that you were somehow privileged and needn't follow the rules like all the others?"
The little, just-turned four-year, old jerked his head to look up at the Master. The boy gave a shy smile that slowly turned into a frown as he tried to find the right words. Finally giving up, he simply turned to look back down into the gardens. Yai'De frowned; something in the boy's eyes spoke of a longing, yet uncertainty. She kneeled down next to the boy and laid a hand on his back.
"Obi-Wan?"
The child put a small hand flat against his chest and looked at the Creche Master again. Yai'De could tell the boy was trying very hard to say something, or at least discern what it is he wanted to say. She was worried however when his hand slowly rubbed his chest. Thinking he might be in pain, she used the force to tap into his signature to see if she could find out what was wrong. What she found surprised her.
"Can I go down there?" the child's small voice broke through her concentration. Yai'De, still surprised, followed his finger to where he was pointing. On one side of the gardens there was a small gathering of Jedi Masters. She recognized a few, two of which were members of the Council. Thinking of a way to persuade Obi-Wan to come with her, she found herself slightly startled when almost every head in the gardens below seemed to turn to look at them. Then she felt it too. The sudden rush of warning flooded her insides and she too jerked her head around to look up. Through the domed, glass ceiling, she barely caught a glimpse of a small, black ship careening straight at them before the ceiling exploded. Glass shards, rained down along with deadly bolts of energy from the ship. Three solid shots hit the wide catwalk near the middle.
Yai'De flung an arm around the small boy and yanked him back as the railing's glass walls, exploded from pressure and shock. Her stomach flipped when the catwalk suddenly gave way beneath her feet. It jarred to a stop at a steep angle, the precious bundle in her arm, suddenly falling from her grasps.
"NO!"
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All at once, the small gathering of Masters could feel the sudden onslaught of warning coming from the force. They looked high past the catwalk to the ceiling, too late, as a torrent of energy bolts were fired into the temple gardens. Glass and metal exploded and fell around them. A collective gasp was heard as the large catwalk abruptly snapped in the middle, one side suddenly plummeting. Every Master and force-wielder within the gardens immediately drew upon the force to stop the catwalks descent. It jarred to a stop, half from the sudden force pressure, and half from its precarious connection to the wall.
"Everyone OUT!" Master Mace Windu yelled as he felt their tentative grasp on holding the catwalk in place slipping.
"NO!" a cry echoed from above.
The Master's left in the garden's simultaneously felt their breath seize in their lungs. They watched in horror as a small child was yanked from a woman's grasp from the sudden, jarring stop and tumbled backwards through what used to be the railing's glass wall.
"Oh Gods!" Seeing a few others, hanging precariously onto the catwalk and feeling that their grasp of it was shaky as it was, even with all of them directing their attention to it, the Master's could only watch in dismay as the little boy plummeted towards the shallow pond below.
Suddenly the boy's small body jerked to a complete stop five feet above the shallow waters of the pond, his tiny hands stretched out before him. He hung suspended for only a matter of seconds. Then as if the floor had disappeared from beneath him, he plunged with a small yelp into the pond.
Two hover-pads abruptly appeared, swooping up to gather those still hanging onto the catwalk.
Another presence was felt by the group of Masters as a strong rush of the force eased their load slightly.
"Go. Gather the child you must." Master Yoda commanded as he used all his strength to help stabilize the catwalk for the moment.
Without a second thought, and almost as if it was his calling, Master Qui Gon Jinn released his hold of the catwalk and with a force-induced run, rushed to the pond. He leapt into the water and immediately could feel the child's signature. He quickly reached down, snatched the boy from the waters, and turned once again concentrating on his speed.
An earsplitting scraping of metal on metal alerted everyone to the final plunge of the catwalk. The hover-pads safely maneuvered away as the walkway crashed into the ground, the entire temple trembling with aftershocks.
A deep echo of silence soon enveloped as all those still present in the gardens stared on in complete awe and shock at the destruction before them.
"Qui Gon?" Master Windu called out suddenly gathering his wits about him again.
"Over here."
Mace turned his head to see his friend safely kneeling far off to the side, his arms wrapped protectively around a small bundle. Qui Gon Jinn carefully loosened his hold to get a look at the boy. The child was having nothing of it however as he remained tightly glued to the Master's chest, his face buried in the man's shirt. Mace watched with slight humor as his friend tried to gently pry the boy's fingers from his tunic.
"It's all right young one. You're safe now." Qui Gon tried again. Still with no results, and feeling the small trembling coming from the little boy, he took pity and wrapped his robe around them both.
"Master Yoda!" a young security guard came rushing into the gardens, bowing before the small Master before spewing out his report. "We've re-calibrated the temple shields. They are up and operational. It seems someone had somehow tampered with the main unit sir. The Senate has been advised and Coruscant is on full alert. The fighter ship that attacked us has also been apprehended."
"Hmmm. A traitor within the temple we have." The small green Master leaned heavily on his gimmer stick, contemplating the grave news. "Lockdown the temple you must. Let no one in, and no one out until the traitor we have."
The guard snapped to, and bowed again before making a hasty exit to carry out the orders.
Qui Gon Jinn kept one arm firmly around the little one's back, while running his other hand through the boy's wet, deep ginger hair in a soothing gesture. He sent peaceful force whispers to the boy hoping to ease the remarkably strong grip on his tunic and the small trembles he could feel along his chest.
"I have to admit Qui Gon," Mace smiled at his friend, "I never saw you as the motherly type, but then again, you always were a little more in touch with your feminine side."
"Soley a female trait, compassion is not Master Windu."
The said Master simply smirked. "Of course Master Yoda."
"Is he alright?!" One of the hover pads drew near the small grouping of Masters, an older woman leaping out before it came to a complete stop. "Is he hurt?!"
Qui Gon turned to the woman. "It's all right. He's just frightened."
"Oh, thank the force!" the woman let out a huge breath and looked about ready to collapse with relief. Instead she moved forward to relieve the Master of the small burden. Again Master Jinn tried to gently remove the boy from his chest with no results other than a small whimper that quickly stayed both Jinn's and the woman's hands.
Yai'De smiled warmly as she rested a hand on the child's back. "It seems he's taken quite a liking to you Master Jinn."
"Death grip is more like it." Mace gave an innocent shrug at his friend's sharp glare.
"Either way, we should probably take him to the Healers, just to be safe. That was quite a fall he took."
"Indeed" Qui Gon turned and followed the Creche Master out of the Gardens. "What is his name?"
"Obi Wan Kenobi."
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"What have we here?" A friendly voice called out.
Qui Gon turned and bowed, mindful of the precious burden still tightly wrapped beneath his robe. "Healer Tolkin."
"Master Jinn, always a pleasure. I assume you were involved in the disaster today."
"Unfortunately. However I am not here for myself."
"I see." Healer Tolkin tilted his head to look at the small bundle. "I was not aware that you had started volunteering at the Creche Qui Gon."
"I didn't. I pulled him from the pond and he hasn't let go since."
Tolkin smiled. "Well let's see what we can do about that." He turned and headed to an exam room. "Master Yai'De," he smiled at the Creche Master following behind. "I assume this is one of your charges."
The woman chuckled. "Among other things, yes. His name is Obi Wan."
Tolkin turned to address the small boy whose face was still buried in Master Qui Gon's tunic. "Obi Wan? Would it be alright if I got a look at you; make sure you're okay?"
A small whimper escaped the folds of the tunic. Qui Gon cocked an eyebrow at the small head buried against his chest. Hearing a small chuckle coming from across the room, he turned a cynical look to the Creche Master. "Yai'De, I don't suppose you could be of any help here?"
Removing the hand stifling her smile, she at least tried to appear sympathetic. "Sorry Qui Gon, the child is about as stubborn as you are." Qui Gon's eyes narrowed at her.
"Well in that case." Tolkin gently rested a hand on the back of the boy's head and closed his eyes. Calling upon the force, he gently pushed against the child's mind, sending him into a light sleep.
Qui Gon held his breath as he felt the child's grip suddenly loosen and finally be taken into Tolkin's hands and laid upon the exam table. He cleared his throat and straightened his tunic and robe as he moved to the back of the room so as not to be in the way. He wasn't quite sure why, but for one fleeting moment he actually missed that small presence in his arms.
"Well," Healer Tolkin moved around the boy giving a cursory once over. "it looks like he's got some cuts and bruises from the glass. We'll do some bacta patches, but other than that, he'll be alright."
"Thank the force." Yai'De stepped forward, resting her hand on the child's head as she gazed at the small cuts on the boys face and hands.
"Looks like you could use a few patches too Master Yai'De."
The woman smiled warmly at the healer. "Thank you. I suppose we were lucky no one was killed today."
"Lucky indeed." All occupants in the room turned to look at the little green master hobbling into the exam room. "Was the will of the force that so many Masters were gathered in the garden's at that time."
"Master Yoda," Yai'De spoke up, "in all the excitement of the disaster, I didn't get a chance to thank you for saving Obi Wan."
Master Yoda's large, glassy eyes looked to the Creche Master beside the bed. "Save him I did not."
Yai'De paused a moment in thought. "I apologize Master Yoda. I had assumed it was you who stopped his fall."
"As did I." Qui Gon spoke up.
"Hmmm, powerful this child is."
Qui Gon frowned. "Master Yoda, are you implying this child stopped *himself* from falling?"
"Imply I do not. State a fact I do."
"How can that be?" Yai'De hesitated. "Obi Wan's only been here a little over a year. His age group hasn't even started lessons in force yielding yet."
"Not to mention that a near trials *Padawan* would have had difficulty slowing a fall like that." Qui Gon put in.
"Know the will of the force in this matter, I do not. However, stop his own fall, the boy did."
Qui Gon stepped forward nearer the others. "Has the boy ever showed any skill like this before?"
Yai'De snorted, "Obi Wan has definitely had his moments, but nothing like we witnessed today."
"Yai'De?" Tolkin gestured for her to sit in a chair while he applied some bacta patches to her cuts.
Qui Gon took a few more steps forward, stopping at the side of the bed. Looking down, he realized he hadn't yet gotten a good look at the boy's face. He took a moment to study the child; from the soft ginger hair that curled slightly at the ends to the bright, sea green eyes- Qui Gon's started as he realized the child was gazing up at him. Had no one noticed the child was awake? And so soon after being forced into sleep? He cleared his throat and then gave a small smile. The boy chewed on his lower lip seemingly uncertain of the tall Jedi Master, before breaking into a bright, cheery smile.
"Are you certain he's alright?" Yai'De voiced.
"Yes." Tolkin assured as he continued to apply several patches to the Creche Master in the corner of the room. Neither of the two noticed the boy had woken. "In fact you can take him back to the Creche whenever you feel ready."
Qui Gon saw the boy frown at this comment and knew exactly how the child felt. He gave a smirk to the young one and then put a quick finger to his lips. The child nodded and then stifled a giggle before closing his eyes.
Qui Gon then turned his attention to the two in the corner of the room. "That won't be necessary Healer Tolkin. The boy is already asleep and he needs his rest. The Creche is no place for a sleeping child at this time of the day. The other children will only keep him awake."
Yai'De glanced up at the Master, a doubtful look on her face. "I don't know. Obi Wan has a way of getting himself into mischief all the time. Someone would have to stay with him until he wakes, and I don't want to bother Healer Tolkin any longer. I'm sure there are a lot more cuts and scrapes he has to patch up from the attack."
"It's no problem." Tolkin interceded. "I have plenty of Padawan healers that could sit with him."
"Nonsense, I'll do it." The words had come out of Qui Gon's mouth before he even knew what he'd said. Tolkin and Yai'De both froze and stared at him, dumbfounded. Yoda cackled quietly near the back of the room.
Yai'De hesitantly spoke up after finally finding her voice. "Really Master Jinn, you've done so much for him today, you don't-"
Qui Gon waved her off in a nonchalant gesture. "It's not a problem. It will give me a chance to catch up on some reading."
Healer Tolkin looked to the Creche Master who finally shrugged and nodded. "I appreciate your offer Qui Gon." She stood and moved to the bed, looking down at the seemingly sleeping child and then to the Master across from her. She leaned forward, whispering into Jinn's ear. "I still remember when you were in diapers Qui Gon Jinn. You didn't fool me then and you two aren't fooling me now." She paused and leaned back slightly to look into his eyes. "Stay out of trouble." Feeling her message had gotten through, she ran a gentle hand through the child's hair and kissed him on the forehead before turning and walking out.
Again Qui Gon heard the quiet cackling of Master Yoda as the Creche Master passed by him and left through the door. Healer Tolkin simply cocked an eyebrow before grabbing a data pad and heading for the door.
"Feel free to com me should you need anything."
"Thank you Healer Tolkin." Qui Gon automatically responded, still blushing slightly from embarrassment. The Healer then nodded and left the room, trying not to grin.
Qui Gon sighed and narrowed his eyes at his old Master. "I suppose you have something to add as well."
The old troll simply cackled again before turning and shaking his head with laughter as he hobbled out the door; closing it behind him with a gentle force pull.
When all was quiet again, Qui Gon let a small breath of a laugh escape before turning his attention to the small boy again. Looking down he saw the little one holding two tiny hands over his mouth, trying not to giggle. Qui Gon reached out and ruffled the boy's hair.
"And what are you laughing at?"
The boy removed his hand, a serious look filling the innocent eyes. "Sorry I got you in trouble Master Jinn."
"Nonsense Obi Wan. I have a habit of getting myself into trouble."
The child grinned. "Master Yai'De say's I always go out looking for trouble."
Qui Gon covered his pleasant surprise at the boy's intelligence, evident in his speech. "Really? Well maybe next time we can go out looking together, hmm?"
Obi Wan nodded vigorously. Qui Gon looked at the boy a moment longer before putting on his serious face.
"Obi Wan," he hesitated slightly, not sure if the boy would be up for talking just yet. "When you were in the garden's, did you… feel anything? Something… something different from your normal feelings?"
The child seemed to consider the question before his bright eyes found the Master's. "I felt you."
Qui Gon's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Obi Wan gave a small shrug. "When we were walking across the catwalk I felt odd; like a tingling in my fingers and toes. I don't know why, but I knew I was supposed to find something. When I saw you, the tingling moved here." The boy rested a tiny hand on his chest. "But it wasn't a tingling anymore. It was different."
"How different?"
"It was like… like a good feeling. Something warm. Like when Master Yai'De tucks us into bed. I liked it."
Qui Gon smiled at the innocence in the boy's description. "And when you fell; what did you feel then?"
"I was scared. I knew if I hit the ground it'd hurt really bad, so I just wished really hard that I'd stop falling and I did." The boy gave a triumphant smile, which quickly turned into a small scowl. "And then I fell in the water anyways. I can't swim." Obi Wan added, his face flushing with embarrassment.
Qui Gon nodded and patted the boy's arm. "It's alright Obi Wan. Master Yoda didn't learn how to swim until he was two-hundred and eleven years old."
"Really?" asked a pair of hopeful eyes.
"Really." Qui Gon smiled warmly as the child yawned. "Come young one, it's time you rested."
Obi Wan nodded and shifted in the bed as the Master pulled a blanket over the boy. "Thank you for saving me Master Jinn."
Qui Gon simply looked at the child, brushing a hand through the soft ginger hair. "You're welcome Obi Wan. Now rest." He smiled as the little one closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
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Qui Gon shifted on his feet, displaying a very non-Jedi characteristic; the tall Master was actually fidgeting. Truth be told, he wasn't even certain as to why he'd called upon the little troll. He checked his chromometer for the up-teenth time. Finally the door beeped. Taking a deep breath, the tall Master calmly strode to the door, palming the entrance to his living quarters.
"Master Yoda." He bowed and then stepped off to the side to allow the said one entrance. "Please come in." Walking behind his old Master, he directed him to have a seat. "Thank you for coming."
"Hmm, sensed your uncertainty I did. Many questions you have."
Qui Gon took a deep breath, "Yes."
"About the boy hmm?"
"You spoke with Creche Master Yai'De?"
"Yes. Much had she to say about the young one."
"Like what?"
"Different he is; an outsider to most the other children. Always finding trouble she say's. Constantly focused on other things."
Qui Gon soaked in the information a moment before sighing. "I talked to the boy about the attack… of when he fell."
"Hmm, your reason for staying with him, yes?"
Qui Gon smirked, "Among other things. He declares he simply *wished* that he stop falling, and then he did."
"Hmm, and believe this you do not." Yoda watched as his old apprentice calmly leaned forward and clasped his hands before him.
"It just seems rather far fetched."
"Yet saw it with your own eyes, you did." The room was engulfed in silence as the two Masters gathered the force around them, trying to find answers. "Something else there is." Yoda gently directed.
The younger Master gathered his thoughts a moment more as he hesitated. "The boy mentioned something else. He said before the attack he had a strange feeling. He said he felt he needed to find something and when he saw me… he uh…" Qui Gon shifted in his seat feeling unsure and slightly foolish at being uncapable of coming up with his own words to describe it, "He said the feeling changed to something warm in his chest."
"Twas the force he felt. Led him to find you it did."
"Why?"
The older Master simply stared at his old padawan learner. "More have you to say." He stated rather than questioned.
The younger Master stood and took a few steps to look out the large window, running a hand over his head. "Before the attack… I had the same feeling, but it was so small, I didn't bother acting on it."
Master Yoda nodded his understanding. "Sense a bond with him you have," he stated, pointing his gimmer stick at his apprentice.
Qui Gon whipped around to stare at the small troll. "Master that's impossible. Bonds aren't formed until at the very least age of ten."
"Be it the will of the force, nothing is impossible."
Qui Gon shook his head. "This can't be. There must be some mistake."
"Miserable you will be if deny yourself what the force has set in motion, my apprentice."
Qui Gon slowly sank into his chair again as he gathered tendrils of the force around him, hoping to read the truth in what he was feeling. Finally his eyes found those of his master. "Why me?"
"Know this I do not. Meditate on it you must."
Qui Gon watched the small Master jump down from his chair and hobble his way to the door. "*If* this turns out to be true. What will be done? I cannot possibly take him on as a padawan learner at the age of four."
"Agree I do." Yoda turned in the doorway. "Until he comes of age, in the Creche he will stay. However, deny him the bond, you must not. It is the will of the force."
"Then I will meditate on it. Thank you for your time Master Yoda." Qui Gon continued to gaze at the closed door, long after the short Master had left.
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Obi Wan sighed as he listened half-heartedly to his only friend in the entire Creche ramble on about her lunch and the events that followed. It was currently arts and crafts time and he and his Calamarian friend sat alone at a table in the corner of the room, brush painting on paper.
"Bant?" His voice suddenly appearing in the conversation stopped the girl mid-sentence.
"What?"
The boy licked his lips, resting his arms on the table as his hands fiddled with the paintbrush. "Do you ever… I mean… have you ever gotten a weird feeling?"
The girl looked at him, genuinely curious. "Huh?"
Shifting in his chair again, Obi Wan hesitated. "Like a tingling… in your fingers. And then it turns into something warm, something… good." Again, he rested his small hand against his chest by way of explanation.
Bant gave a small frown clearly displaying that she hadn't a clue to what he was talking about. "Are you getting sick?"
The boy's shoulders sagged as he frowned, now staring intently at his painting. "I don't think so."
"Hey stupid!"
Both Obi Wan and Bant turned their heads to the voice and grimaced as the creche bully, Bruck, sauntered his way over.
"Heard you destroyed the gardens today."
"It wasn't his fault." Bant spoke sincerely in her friend's defense. "Leave us alone."
"Make me."
"Go back to your own table Bruck." Obi Wan said calmly.
"Aww, is Oafy Wan defending his girlfriend?"
Obi Wan turned his head back to his painting trying to ignore the much larger, white-haired boy.
"Why are you so mean?" Bant asked.
"Why are you so ugly?"
"You shouldn't say things like that." Obi Wan spoke up.
"Why?" Bruck sneered.
"It's not right." Obi Wan stated innocently as if it were common knowledge, further angering the other boy.
"You're so stupid Oafy Wan! You're never gonna be a Knight!" Bruck lashed out with his hand, knocking the paint cups over. Bant and Obi Wan both jumped out of their chairs as the paint splattered them and their clothing; their pictures ruined as the paint smeared all over the table. The other children in the classroom silenced their attention now fixed on the brewing confrontation.
"Why did you do that?" Obi Wan asked loudly, unable to control his voice any longer.
"What are you gonna do stupid?" Bruck reached out and pushed the boy to the floor.
Bant, with tears forming in her eyes, tried to wipe off some of the blue paint that had splattered on her face. "Why don't you just go away!?" she cried.
"You're such a cry baby Bant. Jedi's don't cry." Bruck grabbed the younger girls arm tightly, making her cry out.
"Stop! Stop it!" Obi Wan yelled; his frustration peaked. Suddenly the paint from all the cups around the room exploded into the air. Chaos erupted as a roomful of children screamed and scattered, paint flying everywhere. A symphony of colors rained about the room splattering carpet, tables, walls, chairs, and frantic, screaming and crying children.
"What in the…?" Master Yai De's words died quickly as she stepped into the room, having been alerted by the force to a disturbance. Her mouth agape, she simply stared in shock at the chaos. She quickly regained her senses and called upon the force, to first alert her Padawan and then to try and gain control of the situation. "Everyone Freeze!" she sternly commanded, lacing her voice with a powerful force suggestion. The room immediately stilled and silenced; all eyes turned to her, some still filled with tears, others with fright. Yai De swept her eyes about the room taking in a quick head count. Frowning slightly, she counted again.
"Master?" an out of breath voice spoke up as Padawan Lira practically fell into the room.
Yai De didn't answer however as she sighed in frustration. "Obi-Wan" she breathed as she realized the classroom was short one small, ginger-haired initiate. Gathering the force around her, she stretched out her senses, probing the entire Crech facility for the familiar presence.
"What happened?" Padawan Lira whispered in awe.
"Clean them up Padawan. Get them ready for dinner."
"Where are you going Master?"
"To speak to Master Yoda." Without further explanation the Crech Master turned and walked out.
Padawan Lira watched her Master leave the classroom before turning back to the paint-dripping walls and the severely quivering chins of children ready to burst into tears and screams again. Her shoulders slumped as she sighed. "The force hates me."
TBC
NOTES: Okay I know that wasn't much, and I'm sad to announce that I'm stuck… I'M STUCK!!! **sob** I know what you're thinking… so soon in the story??!! Sadly yes… I apologize, I'm simply a Padawan though. Any advice is extremely welcome, I just couldn't sit with it any longer waiting for inspiration to kick in. I figured maybe a little help from ya'll might spur me on J If anyone wishes to help maybe co-write with me or give me ideas, I'm open! Also, I could use some advice on the title… I'm not quite sure if it's too corny or overused. Readers let me know what you think! Reviews are my love language J