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A Soggy Introduction
The wind whipped around Qui-Gon as he strode through the gardens. Hurrying past the fountain he almost missed the sounds of someone giggling.
/What was that?/ he thought as he slowed his pace to listen.
Splash, splash, giggle, splosh, giggle, giggle.
/There shouldn't be anyone out here/ Qui-Gon mused as he headed towards the sound.
Giggle, splosh, giggle.
Stretching out with the Force, Qui-Gon searched for the origins of the sounds. Concentrating, he saw the stream at the edge of the gardens. Sensing a presence, he rounded the corner and stopped short at the sight. Sitting in the middle of the stream was a boy, seemingly engrossed in creating waves with the Force.
/Well at least I know what the splashing was/ he thought, as he watched the child send a wave crashing against the bank.
Giggle.
Walking towards the boy, he observed as the child, who looked to be about four, sent another wave towards the bank. Sighing he stopped the water, and strode to the edge of the stream.
The boy, his wave having stopped, looked at it in confusion. Tilting his head, he studied the water, and blinked.
Qui-Gon shifted his footing, and the child finally noticed he was no longer alone. Turning to the intruder, he raised his ice blue eyes and studied the man.
"Hwo" he said, staring into Qui-Gon's eyes. "Pway?"
"No, Little One." Qui-Gon answered, shaking his head. "What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked.
"Pwayin, Mashter Wen wash bishy an I no bovver her."
Grinning at his new playmate, the boy sent a wave towards Qui-Gon.
A small smile appeared on Qui-Gon's face as he stopped another wave.
"No, Little One, it's time for you to go inside."
Stepping into the stream, he plucked the boy out of the water, settled him on his hip and walked towards the crèche. Looking down at the boy, he watched as his fists clutched at his robe, and he pressed his face into the cloth.
Rubbing his hair, Qui-Gon wrapped his cloak around the wet little body. Placing a finger under the boy's chin, he tipped his head up. "What's your name, Little One?" he asked softly.
"Obi-Wan" came the quiet reply. "Am sowwy, get you wet."
"It's ok. I suppose I should introduce myself, huh?"
"I no who you ish. Mashter Quigee." Said Obi Wan, a grin creeping onto his face. Tugging on the robe in his hand, he tried to snuggle closer to the warm body beneath.
"And how do you know who I am? I don't think that I have met you before Little One" Asked Qui Gon, an eyebrow raised at this revelation.
"Mashter Yoda, he shays you like me, you was incur.inkerb.incershible. That you was special, un I like you."
Beaming up at the Jedi Master, Obi Wan wiggled in his grasp, trying to get down. Shifting his grip Qui Gon placed the boy on the floor and watched as he started to jiggle up and down, waiting for the Master to catch up with him.
" And how do you know Master Yoda?" He queried, steering him towards the doorway ahead.
"He vishits us, an telsh us storwys. He shays we be good or he get hish stick out like he did wid you."
"Oh did he? Well you should mind him then." Smiling he stopped just inside the crèche door and waited for the crèche Master to come over.
Master Wen, finally spotting Qui Gon and his wet charge, hurried over.
"On Obi Wan, where did you get to? I thought that I said not to leave the room?"
Grabbing a towel, she started to dry him off, rubbing his hair and muffling any reply that Obi Wan could give. Turning to look at Qui Gon she raised an eyebrow.
"Where did you find him? I told him not to leave and the next thing I knew he'd vanished and I had to send Mace and the other Masters after him"
"He was in the gardens. Playing. He didn't seem to notice that it was getting late."
Looking down at Obi Wan, Master Wen smiled, and took his hand. Leading him into the play room, she was surprised when Obi Wan refused to leave the doorway.
"Obi Wan, what is the matter? Why are you standing there?"
Obi Wan looked over his shoulder at Qui Gon, his smile slowly disappearing.
"You no shtayin?" He asked, his voice sad.
Qui Gon looked over at the Crèche Master. He wasn't sure if he would be allowed to stay, yet he knew that he did not want to just leave the boy. Seeing Master Wen's smile and slight nod, he walked over to Obi Wan and picked him back up.
"No Little One, I will stay for a while. Shall we get you into bed?"
Nodding, Obi Wan wrapped his arms around Quigee's neck and closed his eyes. He felt so warm and sleepy.
"You promish you no leave, an I be good an go shleep." He bargained with the tall Master.
Smiling Qui Gon walked over to the empty cot and placed Obi Wan down.
"It is a deal. I shall stay until you fall asleep."
Qui Gon watched as Obi Wan snuggled down into the bedding, his breathing evening out as he succumbed to sleep. Leaning over the boy, Qui Gon kissed his forehead
"Goodnight Little One."
TBC or The End, I'm not sure yet.
A Soggy Introduction
The wind whipped around Qui-Gon as he strode through the gardens. Hurrying past the fountain he almost missed the sounds of someone giggling.
/What was that?/ he thought as he slowed his pace to listen.
Splash, splash, giggle, splosh, giggle, giggle.
/There shouldn't be anyone out here/ Qui-Gon mused as he headed towards the sound.
Giggle, splosh, giggle.
Stretching out with the Force, Qui-Gon searched for the origins of the sounds. Concentrating, he saw the stream at the edge of the gardens. Sensing a presence, he rounded the corner and stopped short at the sight. Sitting in the middle of the stream was a boy, seemingly engrossed in creating waves with the Force.
/Well at least I know what the splashing was/ he thought, as he watched the child send a wave crashing against the bank.
Giggle.
Walking towards the boy, he observed as the child, who looked to be about four, sent another wave towards the bank. Sighing he stopped the water, and strode to the edge of the stream.
The boy, his wave having stopped, looked at it in confusion. Tilting his head, he studied the water, and blinked.
Qui-Gon shifted his footing, and the child finally noticed he was no longer alone. Turning to the intruder, he raised his ice blue eyes and studied the man.
"Hwo" he said, staring into Qui-Gon's eyes. "Pway?"
"No, Little One." Qui-Gon answered, shaking his head. "What are you doing out here all alone?" he asked.
"Pwayin, Mashter Wen wash bishy an I no bovver her."
Grinning at his new playmate, the boy sent a wave towards Qui-Gon.
A small smile appeared on Qui-Gon's face as he stopped another wave.
"No, Little One, it's time for you to go inside."
Stepping into the stream, he plucked the boy out of the water, settled him on his hip and walked towards the crèche. Looking down at the boy, he watched as his fists clutched at his robe, and he pressed his face into the cloth.
Rubbing his hair, Qui-Gon wrapped his cloak around the wet little body. Placing a finger under the boy's chin, he tipped his head up. "What's your name, Little One?" he asked softly.
"Obi-Wan" came the quiet reply. "Am sowwy, get you wet."
"It's ok. I suppose I should introduce myself, huh?"
"I no who you ish. Mashter Quigee." Said Obi Wan, a grin creeping onto his face. Tugging on the robe in his hand, he tried to snuggle closer to the warm body beneath.
"And how do you know who I am? I don't think that I have met you before Little One" Asked Qui Gon, an eyebrow raised at this revelation.
"Mashter Yoda, he shays you like me, you was incur.inkerb.incershible. That you was special, un I like you."
Beaming up at the Jedi Master, Obi Wan wiggled in his grasp, trying to get down. Shifting his grip Qui Gon placed the boy on the floor and watched as he started to jiggle up and down, waiting for the Master to catch up with him.
" And how do you know Master Yoda?" He queried, steering him towards the doorway ahead.
"He vishits us, an telsh us storwys. He shays we be good or he get hish stick out like he did wid you."
"Oh did he? Well you should mind him then." Smiling he stopped just inside the crèche door and waited for the crèche Master to come over.
Master Wen, finally spotting Qui Gon and his wet charge, hurried over.
"On Obi Wan, where did you get to? I thought that I said not to leave the room?"
Grabbing a towel, she started to dry him off, rubbing his hair and muffling any reply that Obi Wan could give. Turning to look at Qui Gon she raised an eyebrow.
"Where did you find him? I told him not to leave and the next thing I knew he'd vanished and I had to send Mace and the other Masters after him"
"He was in the gardens. Playing. He didn't seem to notice that it was getting late."
Looking down at Obi Wan, Master Wen smiled, and took his hand. Leading him into the play room, she was surprised when Obi Wan refused to leave the doorway.
"Obi Wan, what is the matter? Why are you standing there?"
Obi Wan looked over his shoulder at Qui Gon, his smile slowly disappearing.
"You no shtayin?" He asked, his voice sad.
Qui Gon looked over at the Crèche Master. He wasn't sure if he would be allowed to stay, yet he knew that he did not want to just leave the boy. Seeing Master Wen's smile and slight nod, he walked over to Obi Wan and picked him back up.
"No Little One, I will stay for a while. Shall we get you into bed?"
Nodding, Obi Wan wrapped his arms around Quigee's neck and closed his eyes. He felt so warm and sleepy.
"You promish you no leave, an I be good an go shleep." He bargained with the tall Master.
Smiling Qui Gon walked over to the empty cot and placed Obi Wan down.
"It is a deal. I shall stay until you fall asleep."
Qui Gon watched as Obi Wan snuggled down into the bedding, his breathing evening out as he succumbed to sleep. Leaning over the boy, Qui Gon kissed his forehead
"Goodnight Little One."
TBC or The End, I'm not sure yet.