Title: One Very Long Day
Author: snowprincess
Rating: PG
Category: General/Angst
Summary: Obi-Wan in NOT having a good day.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All things Star Wars belong to George
Lucas
A/N: Same as in pt 1. Big thanks to Ginger Ninja for the posting.
The four friends talked about classes for the rest of their lunch hour. Soon, they all had to split up. Following classes revealed to Obi-Wan the same treatment he had experienced all morning. The boy was more relieved than ever when his last and one of his favorite classes came: lightsaber class.
He quickly changed into his practice clothes and, making sure his lightsaber was powered down to training mode, walked out of the locker rooms to the gym. As the rest of the students filed in, they all began to warm up. As Master Tilo came in, they bowed. " I hope your workout clothes are warm, class. We're going to continue the dueling tests, but outside.
It'll force you to be more aware of your surroundings. A match could be lost if you slip on ice or trip over something unseen in the snow. Let's go. "
Obi-Wan immediately followed his instuctor. He did not want to be left alone in the gym with Bruck and his buddies. But then again, the entire class was made up of his buddies.......
" Hey Obi-Wan! "
.............except Bant.
" Hi Bant. Are you dueling today? "
" I don't know. Maybe, if the other duels go fast enough. "
When the class reached the gardens, Master Tilo continued, " You may use anything around you to your advantage. Just don't break anything. First up: Padawan Kenobi Vs. Padawan Chun. "
' SITH, ' Obi-Wan thought. He would rather fight ANYONE, except Bruck. The slightly younger student was still holding a grude against the poor Padawan, although the boy had no idea why. Sighing and accepting his fate, all the while muttering curses under his breath, he walked to the pavement where Bruck was already waiting. The rest of the class backed up to either sit or stand up against a tree or the snow.
' Alright, focus Kenobi. ' Obi-Wan and his opponent faced Master Tilo and bowed, then to each other. The boy withdrew his lightsaber but didn't ignite it, while Bruck's orange blade glowed at him. Bruck was way stronger, so taking the offensive would be a bad idea.
Bruck charged, and Obi-Wan ignited his blade just in time to deflect the first blow. The two entered into a pattern thrusts, blocks, and moves. Obi-Wan faced Bruck, alternately blocking blows from side to side as his opponet took and unrelentive offensive.
When the Force told him to, he forward flipped over Bruck's head. Throwing out his hand, he sent out a Force-shove, causing the opposite duelist to stumble forward several feet. Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly as he saw the patch of ice he had slipped on that morning. He winced as Bruck landed face first on the ground. The boy could already feel the waves of anger pulsing from the fallen duelist.
Refocusing himself, he flipped while twirling his lightsaber several times to land a couple feet away from Bruck. As he prepared himself for the killing blow, he was left exposed for only a second. That was all his opponent needed to roll over and deliver a powerful
Force blast.
Obi-Wan suddenly felt weightless as he was hurled to a nearby tree. The boy seemed to have no control over his limbs as they were stretched out. For another second, he flew, and then slammed into hardness. His right arm collided with something and a sharp crack was heard all around the area. Burning fire raced up the Padawan's arm, and a rather loud cry escaped his lips as he slumped to the ground. Obi-Wan knew he most likely had a concussion, but compared to his arm, it was like a needle prick.
Blurry spots raced across his vision. Through it all, he could see Bruck's cruel smile as he advanced. Despite the pain, he lept up and spotted his fallen lightsaber a few feet away.
Fighting with one hand was unheard of, especially when someone was using their weak hand. But the boy had to try. Calling the weapon to him, he ignited the blue blade once again. Around him he could hear the cheers of his classmates, but mostly Bant. No one would have blamed him if he were to forfeit, but the boy was showing incredible courage.
The remainde of the fight did not last long. The dizziness became too much and Bruck easily gave the boy a sting to his neck, ending the match. " Well done, both of you, " Master Tilo said. " I will speak to you both later about needed improvements. Bant, do you think you can escort Obi-Wan to the healers? "
" Yes, Master Tilo. " The Calamarian placed a guiding hand on Obi-Wan's left arm and led him away. The boy had his right arm cradled against his chest and was panting hard. When they got out into the hallway, Bant asked, " Are you alright? "
" Don't know, " he said through clenched teeth. " I think I'll actually enjoy going to the healers. "
" Can you use the Force to dampen the pain? "
" I'm not very good at that, " the boy admitted.
Bant had had every intention of avoiding the main hallways and the sure to be stares of curious onlookers. Now they would have to go that way because it was the fastest way to the healers.
Sure enough, the pair quickly became the center of attention. No one said anything, and the lone voice that rang out startled them.
" Obi-Wan?! "
Qui-Gon had been on his way back from the council when he saw the pair. Jogging up, he gently touched the boy's arm, causing Obi-Wan to whmper. " He broke his arm in a class duel, Master Jinn, " the girl explained. " He also has a consussion. "
Suddenly, Obi-Wan's knees buckled. Only Qui-Gon's quick reflexes kept the boy from hitting the floor. Adjusting the Padawan in his arms, the Master turned to the Padawan still standing, " Go back to your class, Bant. I'll get him to the healers. " Without waiting for a reply, he turned and headed to the lifts.
Obi-Wan groaned and opened his eyes. An-Paj smiled above him, "Welcome back. How are you feeling? "
" Uh............ okay I guess. My arm hurts. "
" Yeah, you'll be in a cast for a couple weeks while the bacta cast does it's work. Master Qui-Gon said as soon as you're ready, head back to your quarters. "
" Where is he? "
" He didn't say, just that he'd be busy. He asked me to escort you. We don't need you getting hauled back here bacause you passed out in the hall. "
" No we don't, " Obi-Wan said, sitting up. Grabbing his things, he hopped off the bed and faced the healer. " I'm ready. "
On the way to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's quarters, An-Paj gave the boy instructions on how to take care of his arm. At last they reached the doer, " ..... Now get some rest. I've talked to your teachers, and you wil be getting your work to do at home. You're not to go to classes for the next couple of days. Understood? "
Obi-Wan nodded, " Yes. Thank you. "
" Just pay me back by not coming to the infirmary for the next couple months except to get that cast off. You're there way too much. "
When Obi-Wan walked in, he noticed that the comm unit was beeping. Walking over, he pressed a button to recieve the message.
Qui-Gon's face appeared, " Obi-Wan, I need to take care of some things. I expect you to be resting when I get back. "
The boy sighed as he deleted the message and went to his room. Qui-Gon didn't even show signs that he was worried about his injured Padawan. Pinpricks formed in Obi-Wan's eyes as he lay down on his bed and used his left arm to pull the blankets around him.
' No one cares about me, ' he thought. ' At least, not the person that means the most.' Stubbornly, he wiped away traces of tears. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to sleep.
As this was the day in the life of Obi-Wan Kenobi...............
The End
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