The Couch Incident
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Yoda, and Mace do not belong to me. They all belong to the Great Man in Flannel, George Lucas.
This was not a good day for Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. It had started out just fine, sure. Qui-Gon was at a council meeting, and Obi had been allowed to stay home. In fact, he'd even found time to plop down with his favorite book of Jedi superstitions, the cordless phone sitting on the back of the couch where he could easily reach up to answer it if it rang.
Easier said than done.
When the phone DID ring, Obi-Wan was so deeply engrossed in his book that he jumped slightly, knocking the phone behind the couch. Going to the side, Obi-Wan reached behind the couch, but couldn't quite reach. It had fallen in the middle, and his arms were just too short.
His sixteen-year-old mind not quite thinking clearly enough for him to remember to use the Force, Obi-Wan grabbed his book and, reaching down over the couch between it and the wall, he used it to knock the phone out from behind the couch, tossed his book after it, then went to pull his arm back out, only to find that he couldn't.
Obi-Wan panicked. As hard as he tried, he couldn't get his arm away. To make things worse, the phone was still ringing. In desperation, Obi-Wan maneuvered onto his back as well as he could, but couldn't quite reach it. Damn damn damn damn damn. Of all the days for Qui-Gon to leave him home alone, it had to be the unluckiest day of Obi's life.
Meanwhile, the council meeting had just let out, and Qui-Gon, having attempted to reach Obi-Wan by phone, was worried when his Padawan hadn't answered, and even more so upon sensing the young man's panic through the Force. Worried, Qui-Gon took off running towards the apartment he and Obi-Wan shared when they weren't off on a mission.
He ran through the door, his lightsaber blazing, only to drop it, falling to the floor laughing. Obi-Wan looked over at his master, helpless. "This isn't funny, Master. I'm stuck, and it really hurts…" Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow at his Padawan. "A Jedi knows no pain," he said, then broke down laughing again.
Obi-Wan suffered for several more moments while Qui-Gon slowly settled down. "How did you end up in this position?" he asked. Obi sighed. "It's a long story, Master. Just, please, get me out of here?" Qui-Gon chuckled again, using the Force to move the couch, freeing his Padawan. "Wait until the council hears about this," he said, softly. Obi-Wan, rubbing his now sore arm, just stared at the older man. "No, Master, please don't tell them about it! I'll be the laughing stock of the temple!! It's bad enough that our couch is homicidal!"
Qui-Gon broke down laughing, again, and Obi-Wan just sighed, plopping back down on the couch. This just was not his day.
Finis