Title: The Bush
Rating: K plus
Summary: Obi-Wan has a run-in…with a bush…Includes references to all of my previous JA stories, plus a jumping Obi-Wan!
Disclaimer: Don't own…very sad…
A/N: Good lord and lady it has been awhile. This just sort of came to me randomly. As for those who are reading The Heir, I am very sorry to say I've just haven't had an interest in it. I may come back to it later, but if there is anyone who wants to try using it, they're welcome, just send me a PM so I know it's out there.

Anyway, enjoy!

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"That bush is not a real opponent, Padawan," Qui-Gon said, frankly disturbed at the way his padawan was acting.

"IT IS!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, jumping up and down, his face flushed and eyes glaring at the wide green bush..

"I do admit it is a rather…wide…bush…"

"It's a FAT EVIL SHARP MONSTER OF A BUSH!"

Qui-gon thought about giving the lecture on how fear leads to anger but quickly dismissed the idea; he was far more worried about his padawan's mental state. He was also curious as to how the boy had acquired that greenish bruise on his cheek. In fact, it wasn't just a bruise, there were odd red scratches on top of it.

"You didn't get into a fight with Padawan Tachi again, did you?" Qui-Gon probed.

"No! Well, I mean yeah, but no!" He exclaimed waving towards his cheek. "This wasn't from her. It was from that EVIL LIE IN WAIT PATHETIC MONSTER OF A BUSH!

A couple of initiates fearfully glanced at Obi-Wan.

"It's okay," Qui-Gon told them, who quickly left the scene. Turning around, Qui-Gon heard a snap and felt something strangely…leafy tug his wrist and pull him back.

"HA!" Obi-Wan jumped up. "See! I told you so!"

Qui-Gon who was fruitlessly struggling against the bush, glared at him. "Would you like to help?"

Obi-Wan turned bright red. "I…umm...can't. I'll fetch Master Yoda!" And with that he left the scene.

Faster than expected, Master Yoda appeared, seemingly unfazed of Qui-Gon's unfortunate occurrence.

"Being tickled, likes it, it does," Yoda stated, reaching a couple of fingers to tickle the plant.

"What?" Qui-Gon's mouth dropped open in shock when the vines relaxed and let him go. Quickly walking away, he noted the bruises and scratches on his arms. Something didn't add up…Obi-Wan only had one bruise on his face. "It doesn't make sense…"

"Ah, a she, the bush is," Yoda began, "likes Obi-Wan, she does."

"But that doesn't explain the…"

"Another bruise, your padawan has. Tell you, I doubt."

Qui-Gon looked at him in confusion before realization dawned on his face. "Oh," he said, chuckling lightly, "I see now."

---Later---

"I told you so, Master." Obi-Wan stated vehemently.

"Oh, I don't think you told me all of it," Qui-Gon shot back with a grin.

"Oh no, he told you didn't he?"

"I knew you appealed to almost every female population in the galaxy; I did not realize, however, that it included plants."

"I appeal to almost…what?"

"You are quite naïve, padawan."

"I have a very strange Master."

"Oh, why didn't you help me?"

Obi-Wan looked down at his feet and twiddled his thumbs.

"Obi-Wan."

"Because I wanted to prove that I'm not mental, and it was…umm…funny."

"So says the boy who won't get his shots, talks to English Muffins, and uses a tennis ball and racquet for a weapon!" Qui-Gon cried incredulously.

"See!" Obi-Wan said, jumping up and down. "See!"

"You mean to say, you actually talked to an English Muffin?"

"Well, did you see that bush?"

Qui-Gon sat down and dropped his head into his hands.

"Why you?" he asked pleadingly.

"Because Master Yoda believes you need more refreshment in your life."

Qui-Gon groaned. "Why me?"

"Because," Obi-Wan began, "it all started the day I blew up the Creche…"

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A/N: So? Good? Bad? Should I give these little stories up?