A/N: So, one fine day, I was cruising the net, and found this. It was uploaded on a different website. Once I read it, I was like, "I kinda remember that..." So, I figured, I'd upload it here, and let everyone know that I'm not dead, life has just been incredibly busy. Also, I may be getting a book published, so that's very exciting. :D I'm also going back and trying to finish my other stories. I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. That privilege now belongs to Disney...

It was a good day for Obi-Wan. There were no Council meetings, no war briefings and certainly, no press conferences to attend. Indeed, there were perks to being almost killed in battle. A couple of days off was one of them. He had spent the morning leisurely reading novels and had even indulged in a holofilm. He did absolutely nothing associated with the Jedi lifestyle. No lightsaber practice, and no meditation. Although that might have changed, if it had not been for the lunch incident. For you see, where Kenobi is found, Skywalker is not far behind. A day off is no exception.

Lunch found Obi-Wan sharing his meal with his fellow Council member, Mace Windu. Mace was on his way to the outerrim sieges and had decided to make a stop over when he heard of Obi-Wan's injury. They were talking quite amicably, having agreed not to even mention the war. Rather, they were sharing stories of shared acquaintances. Qui-Gon and Yoda among them.

It had not occurred to either of them to question the Chosen One's absence, as he had made some lame excuse about calling a friend. Mace had accepted it as his normal excuse, and Obi-Wan was too tired from physiotherapy to really care. Their inattentiveness, however, proved to be their downfall. Just as Mace prepared to reach the highlight of his current story, having built up his one man audience with carefully placed hints and dragged out details, the pudding on Obi-Wan's plate exploded with a loud BANG!

Shocked, and sticky, the two Councillors stared at each other, then at themselves in growing horror. That pudding was no normal pudding, it had been filled with sticky, overly concentrated jelly, that held the consistency of chewing gum.

Mace calmly suggested that they both take time to clean up before going to murder the Chosen One. Smiling, Obi-Wan agreed, and they went their separate ways. Nevertheless, it was not long when a horrified scream echoed down the hall. Mace, having finished showering raced towards the sound, and came to a screeching halt outside Obi-Wan's temporary quarters. Without knocking, he entered, only to find a wet, partially modest Obi-Wan gingerly fingering his shoulder length ginger hair.

"It won't come out..." The feeble whisper reached out to Mace over the distance.

"I guess you'll just have to shave it all off."

Three months later...

"I'm glad that you and Anakin were able to rescue the Chancellor. He gives me the creeps, but we need him for the time being."

"Unfortunately."

They fell into a comfortable silence, while Mace continually glanced over at Obi-Wan. Smiling, he finally decided to voice his thoughts. "It's good to see that your hair's grown back." Mace was glad for his quick reflexes on the shuttle, or else he would have been a dead man.

A/N: It was better in my head...