Author's Note: I know, you must think me crazy for starting another series. This story is only going to be around 3 or 4 chapters though. I'm sick, you see, so there fore I am bored. And whenIi am sick and bored, I feel it is my duty to torment characters from various fandoms. The most often fandom of choice is star wars. So here it is, a random tale in which I torture the poor characters because I feel terrible.
Introductions with the OCs of mine in this story. Ben is Ben Kenobi, nephew and padawan of Obi-Wan. Shaniel daylee, my alter ego in the star wars universe. Zaina Deames belongs to my RL best friend, and is HER alter ego. Okay, I think that's everyone for now. I should really post these character profiles on my profile ;-P BTW this story takes place during the CW.
Days of Cold
It was dark days indeed at the jedi temple. A great black shadow loomed over the jedi. An invisible enemy crept through it's halls, threatening any who wandered them. So great indeed was this threat that the council had been temporarily disbanded. The war was pretty much put on hold for the time being, as the separatists leaders found themselves prey of this shadow as well. And what was this shadow that could cause such havoc, you ask? Why my dear readers, it was the worst affliction any one can be taken hold of.
The rhinovirus; or the common cold.
Yes, readers, the entire temple was filled with naught but silence, except for the ceaseless coughs and sneezes of the afflicted. Master Yoda had crawled into his small bed, and had not stirred for days. Master Windu had gone about for as long as he could, but soon even he fell to the power of illness, and had collapsed in his own quarters. Padawans who could not bear to remain in bed for long wondered the hall, stashes of tissues, cough drops, and peppermints in their pockets. Anakin was holed up in his room, eyes puffy, surrounded by waste baskets and tissue boxes watching cartoon reruns on a continuous loop. Ahsoka was trying to distract herself from her own sick feelings by helping Bant, who had somehow remained miraculously unaffected, in the med center. Obi-Wan had 8immediatly began taking medicine as soon a she'd developed the symptoms was stuck with nothing worse then a head ache and a minor sore throat. Ben wasn't quite so tactical, and was laid up in bed, reading the entire Sherlock Holmes collection.
It was about a week into the cold epidemic, and Obi-Wan was just finishing washing Ben's breakfast dishes. he considered who all was sick, getting sick, recovering from being sick, or who had just disappeared form the temple. Shaniel Daylee, Siri's padawan had been seen in the training halls with Zaina Daemes, but Obi-Wan had seen no sign of her impetuous master. Deciding to pay a visit to the Tachi-Daylee quarters, Obi-Wan checked on Ben one last time before leaving. It wasn't to far to Siri's quarters, and as he made his way done the hals he saw only a few people up and about. one of which was Shaniel.
"Shaniel," Obi-wan called, stopping the red haired padawan. Shaniel swung around to look at him, her green eyes flashing curiously.
"Yes Master Kenobi?" she asked.
"How is your master?" Obi-Wan asked. Shaniel shuffled guiltily.
"Ohh, she's fine," she answered, though both of them knew that was entirely false.
"Right," Obi-Wan said. "And how are you?"
"Oh, I'm great," Shaniel answered enthusiastically, right before breaking into a fit of coughing.
"Take care of yourself," Obi-Wan advised, "and don't take any lessons from your master, dozens of her med center visits could have been prevented had she just admitted she was sick or hurt."
"She said she learned that from you, though," Shaniel remarked.
"Just run along," Obi-Wan said, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
Obi-Wan knocked on the door for the second time. Nothing, then the door slid back, and Siri smiled weakly at him. "Hello Obi-wan," she greeted, her voice slightly husky sounding, "I'm surprised to see you here."
"Well, with this cold going around I wanted to see how you were," Obi-Wan said, taking in Siri's appearance. Her robes were ruffled slightly, and her hair looked she'd just ran a come through it frantically.
"Oh, I'm just fine," Siri answered, a forced grin on her face. Then she coughed.
"Drop the mask, Siri," Obi-Wan sighed, stepping into the apartment.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Siri insisted. Obi-Wan fixed her with a stern yes-you-do-now-do-as-I-say look. With a sigh, Siri let the mask fall, and she collapsed onto the sofa, coughing, and reaching for a tissue.
"Alright, fine, I'm sick," Siri admitted, crossing her arms and glaring up at Obi-Wan. "Happy now? I'm surprised you aren't."
"I am, but only a bit," Obi-Wan informed her. "I past the worst of it, and I started taking medicine the minute I felt the symptoms coming on. How long have you been feeling like this."
"About 3 days."
"3 days? And have you taken anything for it?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I've had orange juice and plenty of liquids," Siri replied.
"Siri Tachi," Obi-Wan sighed, shaking his head at her. "Master Windu is right, you do act like a goat when you're sick."
"I do not!" Siri protested sharply. "I'm perfectly capable of admitting when I'm sick."
"You just never do," Obi-Wan shot back. "Now, I'm headed down to the med center to pick some things up for you. Stay here. Rest."
Siri slouched down into the sofa, arms crossed and she shot daggers at Obi-Wan's back as he left. When he was gone, she let the mask fall all the way, and practically passed out from exhaustion. She groaned. She knew she had a fever, and she'd had only 3 1/2 hours of sleep for the past 3 nights. She was worse then she'd have Obi-Wan believe.
TBC