Authors Note/Disclaimer: Just in case any of my readers were wondering, no, I have not left fanfiction, and nor do I intend to stop writing for any reason. Somehow, life caught up to me and I haven't felt particularly inclined to write anything. That was until this of course. Just another Star Wars fanfiction which of course is by no way meant to dishonor George Lucas in anyway, and therefor would have NO reason to insult him by doing such an ugly thing as copywriting, or attempting to make money of this peice. Or any of my peices for that matter. Thank you for reading, and hopefully enjoying, this story!

- aidenskywalker

Sweat drooled down Obi-Wan Kenobi's face as his mouth set into a stern grimace. He had been sparring with his master for over an hour and while he knew his master was not performing to his abilities, Obi-Wan still felt as though he was in a stalemate. Even if he did win, the boy knew that his master would only be letting him, but somehow, such a small victory only made him all the more excited for his next practice.

For one never knew when said practice would become a dangerous reality.

Most of the hour, the room in which they sparred was practically empty. A Knight here or there, practicing their form just to pass the time until another call for yet another mission, or a padawan defending themselves against a remote, but other than the sparse company of indifferent Jedi, Obi-Wan felt as though his master, Qui-Gon Jinn and himself were alone.

Sometimes the padawan would pretend that he was somewhere off planet where he was confronted by a true enemy. Either or a sith or some other dangerous foe would attempt to take him by surprise, while Kenobi would prove his skills to his inferior component. His lightsaber dancing wildly and his enemy slowly backing off, Obi-Wan would bask in his glory of another intense battle; that was until his master would bring him back to reality with another harsh sting of the practice saber.

"Focus padawan, you're victory is not in whether you win or lose, but rather the improvement you make with each mistake."

Qui-Gon, ever ready to teach a lesson.

However, Obi-Wan wouldn't have him any other way. The boy was quite fond of his master and certainly more fond of the idea that he was special enough to call Qui-Gon his mentor. Ever willing to impress his master with something new, Obi-Wan was about to show off a new move he had learned from a knight he sparred with last week, just as she entered the room.

Siri Tachi was more than just a distraction. She was the distraction.

And of course Qui-Gon was ever ready to use such a flaw to play at Obi-Wan's weaknesses.

It only took a simple turn of Obi-Wan's head when he felt Siri's presence enter the room to give Qui-Gon the opening he needed to scissor kick Obi-Wan in the chest. While the move was not meant to cause Obi-Wan any serious damage, it was more than enough to knock the boy down and out of breath.

Obi-Wan's ribs ached as he felt a bruise coming on, but the more painful was the bruise to his ego as he heard Siri's melodic laughter echo through the room before looking up to see Qui-gon. Hand out and a smile on his face.

"You know padawan, I think she would be slightly more impressed had you actually been focusing on the duel rather than focusing on her," a rumbling chuckle emanated from Qui-Gon before he hoisted the boy up.

Unable to help himself from pouting, Obi-Wan look back to Siri who's smile always managed to brighten his day.

"I suppose you're right, master. Up for another round?"

Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile as well as he looked over to see Siri's master, Adi Gallia, smiling back at him.

"Of course."

Second Authors note: Just so I don't get odd comments, I am not hinting at anything with Qui-Gon and Adi... It just now occured to me that could be taken the wrong way...