I forgot to write a disclaimer in the first chapter, so here it is: I do not own Star Wars. If I did, Obi-Wan Kenobi would be all-powerful. Alas, I do not, for the galaxy far, far away deserves more of Obi-Wan.
Light crept in through the window of Qui-Gon Jinn's bedroom, tumbling across white sheets, feathering over rough-hewn features, and spilling into the closed eyes of the man who was sleeping, deep within the embrace of the Living Force he loved so much. That love would prove perilous for Qui-Gon Jinn, for even now his Force-sense was blind to the ripples tearing through the web of fate and to their effect upon his twenty-two year old Padawan.
Oblivious to the turmoil wracking both the Unifying Force and the minds of some of the Jedi Order's best and brightest, the "Maverick Jedi" woke from a peaceful sleep and went about his morning routine while humming a tune that died in his throat when he exited his room and felt the breeze from the open door leading to the balcony. Reaching out for Obi-Wan's mind, he found only a distant impression of contemplation issuing from the balcony.
Qui-Gon peeked out the door. His Padawan was seated in a meditative posture just outside the door, obviously having risen before dawn to meditate. He frowned slightly. (Why was the boy still dressed in a white loose tunic and sleeping pants?) Qui-Gon shrugged, not overly concerned. Obi-Wan most likely had not wished to disturb Qui-Gon with the clattering of drawers before first light.
He called out, "Obi-Wan? Come inside and eat something before we report for our mission briefing this morning. We only have a couple of hours."
Obi-Wan unfolded himself from his meditative pose and stretched. Qui-Gon noted absently that the boy was unusually stiff for what surely had been only a brief meditation.
His thoughts were interrupted by Obi-Wan's quiet "Good morning, master," as the apprentice passed him on the way inside.
Qui-Gon busied himself with preparing a light breakfast of tea, toast, and fresh fruit as Obi-Wan disappeared briefly into the Padawan's room, reemerging fully dressed in robe, tunic, and leggings and stamping into shin-high boots.
Obi-Wan sat opposite the master and efficiently demolished his breakfast, only slowing enough to ask, "May I meet you in the Council Chambers, Master? Master Yoda requested my presence at 0700 hours."
"Certainly, Padawan," Qui-Gon answered, eating his own breakfast unhurriedly, "Be respectful when you speak with Master Yoda. And you'd better not bother him with any of that 'bad feeling' nonsense you've been spouting recently."
For a moment, Obi-Wan's eyes flashed grey with some unidentifiable emotion (anger? fear? pain?) before subsiding into a tired blue-grey. He nodded obediently. "Yes, Master."
Something about Obi-Wan's response bothered Qui-Gon, but he quickly pushed the unease aside. (There was no point worrying. Obi-Wan would tell him if something was wrong.)
Obi-Wan rose from the table and headed for the door, stopping to grab a datapad before pausing in front of the door. "See you at the mission briefing, Master," he said, pressing the door release and striding out into the corridor, the door hissing closed behind him.
Qui-Gon Jinn continued his leisurely breakfast, once again humming quietly to himself.