Qui-gon walked slowly down the padawan floor corridor of the Jedi temple. His footsteps echoed on the tile floor. During the winter these corridors would have been filled with younglings but over the summer they had become padawan learners to different Jedi Knights. Qui-gon stopped at one of the metal doors and read the identification plate.
'Obi-wan Kenobi'
Qui-gon took a deep breath and brushed his mouse brown hair out of his face and knocked lightly on the door. There was a muffled sound that came through the door and everything went silent. Qui-gon opened it slightly to see a neat, little room covered with spaceship posters and designs. He looked down to see a small figure laying on his front on the bed, face in the pillow.
'And what did that mean?' Qui-gon asked, smiling slightly at the form. The boy lifted his head out of the pillow and looked at Qui-gon.
'I said come in,' the boy replied defiantly. His sapphire eyes sparkled and his golden brown hair shone in the sunlight that streamed in through the window. Qui-gon was taken aback by the tone in the boys voice and was already seeing this new padawan as a bad idea.
'This is not a tone I will accept while I am your Master.' If Qui-gon didn't want to keep a stern image he would have laughed at the look on his new padawan's face. It went from defiant to a look of shock and horror. Obi-wan sprang from his bed and stood up straight in front of Qui-gon.
'I-I'm sorry, Master, I-I was not in my right of mind.' Obi-wan blushed slightly and stared at his feet in dismay.
'Well I'll have to sort that out. Lets pack your things and take them to your new room.'
Qui-gon was glad that Obi-wan did not own many heavy things. Datapads and a comlink were packed in a box along with clothes. Obi-wan carried his spaceship posters and a huge drawing pad, which he covered quickly so Qui-gon could not see what was drawn upon it. They entered an empty lift and sailed upwards. The silence continued between them and Qui-gon thought about how to break the ice.
'Why so late?' Obi-wan spoke, making Qui-gon jump slightly.
'Pardon?'
'Why was I picked so late? I thought I was going to be heading to the agricultural plains. What was wrong with me?' Obi-wan looked up at Qui-gon waiting for an answer.
'I don't think I should really tell you that.' Qui-gon tried to push the question aside.
'Please.' Obi-wan stared at Qui-gon with pleading eyes. 'How can I learn if I don't know my faults?' Qui-gon drew a deep breath in planning how to answer.
'Other Knights believed that you would be a handful because you have trouble controlling your emotions and because you have more than a fair share of 'force enhanced dreams'. I believe that the latter is not a fault, but it can be quite shocking on a Jedi if their padawan sees their death.'
'Yet, you don't think I'm going to be a handful?'
'Padawans are always a handful. They are our children, and children always need looking after by their parents, or in a padawan's case, a Master. You will learn to control your emotions under my training and guidance and I will help you with your 'Force enhanced dreams'.' Qui-gon looked down at Obi-wan to find him smiling up at him. The lift door opened. Master and padawan walked silently down the hallway together until they reached Qui-gon's chambers. Qui-gon thumbed in the entrance code for Obi-wan to see and remember and they entered together.
Qui-gon entered Obi-wan's new bedroom and put the box down on the bed. He looked around remembering when the room had last been as bear as this. Remembering showing someone else to their new room. Someone just as eager to learn and please. He remembered many things in this room about 'him' and Qui-gon wished he had not entered this room as he had done for quite sometime. He hadn't even emptied it himself for his new padawan.
'…Master? Master, are you alright?' Obi-wan broke through Qui-gon's thoughts.
'Pardon?' Qui-gon blinked to see Obi-wan looking very worried.
' You hazed out and then started crying.' Obi-wan walked over to his new Master and hugged him round the waist. Qui-gon rubbed Obi-wan's back with one hand and wiped away a tear with the other.
'I'm fine, don't worry.' Qui-gon smiled. Obi-wan looked up with those cerulean blue orbs and Qui-gon found comfort in them. 'Unpack your things and I'll be waiting in the common room.' Qui-gon walked out of the room, leaving the young boy to his devices.
Obi-wan watched Qui-gon leave and stared at the closed door for a few minutes. 'What was that about?' he thought while starting to unpack his clothes. He opened the wardrobe and began to neatly hang up his tunics when something suddenly caught his eye. Placed upon the shelf above his head was a small wooden box. He quickly hung up his spare tunics and trousers before he stood on his tiptoes to reach the it. He sat upon the bed and looked at the box in his hands. It was carved with vines that entwined themselves around a heart, which rested in the middle of the lid. Obi-wan tried to lift the lid off but it would not budge. He looked at the box and saw a tiny key hole. 'I wonder where the key is?' He picked the box up and hid it under the bed for safe keeping.
Obi-wan ran out into the common room and stood before his Master. Qui-gon looked him up and down and then stood up. He walked over to two mats in the corner of the room and sat down upon one of them. He indicated for Obi-wan to sit opposite him. Obi-wan took a deep breath to calm his excitement. He had dreamed of this for years, knowing that the time would slowly come when he would make a training bond with his Master. He walked calmly over and sat opposite Qui-gon.
'I need you to close your eyes and allow me to enter your mind.' Obi-wan obeyed letting his mental shields down. He felt Qui-gon enter his mind and felt him sew the threads of the bond. Obi-wan went to explore the feeling and poked the new bond. He opened his eyes and saw Qui-gon smiling back at him. Obi-wan instantly stopped playing with it.
'No, you can test it if you want. That's what Padawan's generally do.' Obi-wan smiled back and continued to poke and mentally send messages.