Disclaimer: The great creator George Lucas owns almost everything in this story except for Siri Tachi who belongs to Jude Watson, not me. I only own the computer I am typing this on and the idea to borrow George and Jude's collected ideas to create this story. Please read and review! Thanks!
In the empty, dimly lit hallway, a padawan stood outside his domicile door with a female padawan standing in front of him. Gentle glowing orbs of light cast shadows across the two padawans faces as they looked into each other's eyes. A deep sigh escaped the boy's lips as he turned to open the door, until the girl grabbed his wrist.
"Obi-Wan wait..."
That sudden pause in her voice made him turn his face to steal one last glance into her blue eyes, which held hesitancy for the first time since Obi-Wan had met her, so many years ago. The young male Jedi knew that if they were ever to go to sleep before the sunrise, he would have to take the initiative.
"Siri, it's late. If Master Gallia learns of our late night excursion, she would be more than slightly disappointed."
His response was contradicted with a frustrated glare, directed into what felt like his very core.
"Don't be selfish, Obi-Wan. It's not as if you are exempt from the curfew. No padawan is."
"Siri, you know that's not what I meant."
"Save it Obi-Wan, it's not like I had anything important say."
"You know that I find what you have to say important."
"I know."
Siri smiled at Obi-Wan before flicking her medium-length blond hair over her shoulder before striding down the hallway with a confidence that made Obi-Wan inclined to smile back.
A slightly amused master sat in the resting room of his domicile, waiting for his wayward padawan to open the door. Laying across a chair surrounded by data pads of various sorts, and accompanied by a single cup of java, Qui-Gon Jinn did not even raise an eyebrow as the front door slid open. His padawan snuck into the room and did not even see his master sitting in the darkness of the room.
"Out with Padawan Tachi again young one?"
Obi-Wan did not even need illumination from the power generated wall lights to see the smirk on his masters face. Qui-Gon's face always seemed to have an expression to match the sarcasm or disappointment in his warm, yet deep voice. After being Qui-Gons apprentice for three years, he had memorized almost every expression.
"Yes master."
"Are you aware of the time padawan?"
"Yes master."
"Goodnight padawan."
Only then did Qui-Gon look up from the data pad resting in the palm of his hand to regard his padawan, before looking back down and taking another sip of his java.
"You're not going to lecture me master?"
"Do you want one?"
"No, but I just admitted to being aware that I was breaking temple rules. You aren't disappointed?"
The older man sighed and gazed back up at his padawans gentle face, with a steady gaze that made Obi-Wan hold his breath, waiting for his masters final response.
"Obi-Wan; you, more than anyone else, should know that even I don't follow every rule set down by the Jedi council."
"Within good reason master…"
"And you believe this is different?"
Silence filled the room as Obi-Wan tried to think of a proper response until only one conclusion came to his mind.
"So you're not going to lecture me when I break rules anymore?"
"No Obi-Wan. I'm going to hope that you are able to use proper judgment before taking action without my consistent reprimand. You are not a boy anymore Obi-Wan, it's not my job to baby-sit you. I trust you."
