This is my first story, so if you don't like it, please do not use bad words or be really mean.
Setting: The Cave of Ilum, when Obi-Wan is building his lightsaber.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, only the plot. The rest is all George Lucas'. And the song is Taylor Swifts'.
Obi-Wan Kenobi stared at his partially constructed lightsaber. He was almost finished. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at his master. Qui-Gon was staring, or seemed to be staring, at the glittering crystals. But there was a look in his eyes, faraway and distant.
There was a click as the lightsaber crystal and its components fit into the protective metal casing of the hilt. Obi-Wan activated the lightsaber, pleased with his handiwork.
But something was wrong. Obi-Wan looked over at Qui-Gon, and his face fell. Qui-Gon was still staring at the crystals, lost in thought.
"If he's dreaming about flowers or Tahl, he's in trouble, "Obi-Wan muttered.
His muttering seemed to jolt Qui-Gon out of his reverie. He looked up, surprise clearly showing on his face as he studied Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
"When did you finish that?" He exclaimed.
"About a minute ago." Obi-Wan responded. He felt hurt that day dreaming about flowers or Tahl was more important to him than his own Padawan building his lightsaber. But…wait! Aren't you supposed to say something about now, Master?"
Oh, yes, of course. The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined, the crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are one."
During those words, Obi-Wan could not help but activate his lightsaber and stare into its deep blue depths. With this, he felt like he was an official Jedi. "And Siri doesn't have one…" He murmured triumphantly. Finally, something the high and almighty Siri didn't have yet.
Suddenly Qui-Gon's comlink rang, or sang, more like it. "He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar…"
"What in the name of the force is that?" Obi-Wan shrieked.
"I...I don't know. Tahl must have done it." Qui-Gon stammered. "What's she trying to tell me?" He muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan started to make up a song. The joy of building a lightsaber was just too much. "I've got my lightsaber, and Siri doesn't have one!" He sang in a high pitch voice into the cold crystal caves and listening to it echo.
"Obi-Wan, will you stop that wailing? I'm talking to Master Yoda." Qui-Gon yelled.
As soon as Qui-Gon got off the comlink, he faced Obi-Wan. "Obi-Wan, stop bouncing around like a youngling. You look weird.
"Says the man that has a ringtone like that." Obi-Wan muttered under his breath, but Qui-Gon still caught it.
Obi-Wan had seen a lot of scary faces in his life, but the one Qui-Gon gave him made him scream in terror, his happiness over his lightsaber forgotten.