Title: Guilt Trip
Author: Me :o)
Rating: G
Archive: If WAAS wants it, WAAS can have it. Anywhere else, please ask. I probably won't say no.
Feedback: Absitively
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: This is seriously un-beta'd. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimers: waves hand in Jedi-like fashion I'm /not/ the author you're looking for....heh ;o) Yes, yes, George own's em. I'm merely their therapist.
Summary: Obi-Wan has been neglecting his Musely-Duties and Qui-Gon calls him on it.
A/N: I pulled inspiration from Inspiration Knocks (heh!) and came up with this. See, my Obi!Muse? I knew I'd snag you one day! And I get a Qui!Muse thrown in for free...how sweet!
"Obi-Wan!"
Qui-Gon's voice scared the young padawan into wakefulness. Obi-Wan sat up, the covers pooling around his waist, and rubbed his eyes. Bleary-eyed, he gazed up at his master, who was standing in the doorway to his quarters.
"Ye-yes, Mah-Master?" He stammered around a yawn. "What's wrong?"
"You've been shirking your extra-credit duties. That's what's wrong. It's not like you, my Padawan."
Colour rose in the young man's cheeks. He was sooo busted. He swallowed hard as many excuses ran through his head and were subsequently rejected. With a sigh, he hung his head. He couldn't lie to his master.
"Well, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon raised an inquisitive brow. "Why am I receiving letters from this young lady stating that you've failed to meet up with her at your designated times?"
"W-well, you see," Obi-Wan began, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. He stopped the action immediately - Jedi didn't have nervous gestures. "I, er...I - hmmm."
Qui-Gon entered the room and sat down on the side of the sleep-couch as the door closed behind him. "It's okay, Obi-Wan. I've been your master for many years now. You can tell me."
Burying his face in his hands, Obi-Wan mumbled something incoherently. He looked up into Qui-Gon's eyes as the Jedi Knight's hand fell upon his shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I guess you could say it was performance anxiety," Obi-Wan said with a self-deprecating grin and a slight shrug. "I've never been assigned to her as a muse before. I don't know anything about her - what she likes, what she dislikes...." Obi-Wan stood, letting his sleep-pants-clad body slide free from the covers.
Qui-Gon hid a grin as he watched his padawan pace. Apparently, his apprentice liked this girl. He had seen the symptoms before: the stammering, the nervous gestures, and the tiny lies about not knowing the girl.
"You lie, Padawan."
The simple declaration stopped the apprentice in his tracks. He gazed with mild fear at his master. The fear melted away when he saw the grin and twinkling eyes of the older man. Obi-Wan blushed deeply.
"I know as well as you do that each Padawan assigned to these duties gets a detailed file on each individual. You know everything you need to, to inspire her."
"I guess then, what I'm scared of is finishing my run as her muse, Master."
Bingo! Can I call them, or what? Qui-Gon beamed at the young man before him. "Get dressed. Get out. You aren't allowed to come back until she lets you." Qui-Gon stood and tossed the data-pad on the bed. He smiled and winked at his padawan and then headed out the door.
Obi-Wan watched as his master left and then tentatively picked up the data-pad. On it was the following:
Wanted: Jedi Padawan to be Muse for Terran Girl interested in entering the GFFA-Republic Era. Preferably with light-brown hair and red-highlights, grey-blue eyes, athletic build, sweet demeanour and sexy accent. More specifically, the one that goes by the name of 'Obi-Wan'.