Mace Windu clipped his lightsaber to his hip while he whistled happily to himself. He rarely whistled but he was feeling exceptionally cheerful. Once the Council meaning had been over, he had checked his comm link and found a message from the Healers. Qui-Gon had to get some vaccine… that meant that if someone wasn't there to rescue the solemnly scared-out-of-his-bones Master Jinn, havoc would unravel on the Healer's Wing and his friend would be unsettled for hours.
Personally, Mace didn't have issues with healer's visits, nor did Qui-Gon usually have, except when it came to needles. That was entirely another matter. If he began to count how many times a youngling-aged Qui-Gon had kicked, bit, screamed and ran his way out of a needle's presence he would be on fingers and toes and he would have to borrow someone else's to make it.
Either Mace or Tahl made sure to accompany him so Qui-Gon wouldn't have to face it all alone. Normally, Mace would use this kind of thing as teasing material but it was a very delicate issue for his friend. Mace didn't care if Qui-Gon became the Great Master, he would come to his aid against those metal 'beasts' and would throttle anyone foolish enough as to make a comment on Qui-Gon's reaction on the matter. The presence of the fear didn't make his friend any less Jedi; on the contrary, a real Jedi faced the problem just as his friend did. When accompanied.
The thing was that, as he realized he hadn't been able to attend and Tahl was off planet, he had hurried to get to the Healer's Wing but then, Vokara had given him the good news.
Obi-Wan was the one who make it to the Healers.
The boy managed to be present in the room and Qui-Gon had been stunned enough as to not put resistance to the needle. The Force was working indeed.
Maybe he would hunt down Qui-Gon just to give him grief. He would ask 'So, you allowed Master Che to inject you? Just like that? How so?' And then keep the image of Qui-Gon's face for a late laughing session. It was really a very good day;he would even have time to an afternoon 'saber practice.
He was merrily walking toward the Training chambers when he had to suddenly stop just before someone Force-aid ran in a blur out of the Salle. Stunned, he watched as another figure left the place just as quickly though in a different direction.
What the…?! What was it with young ones and lack of manners? Padawans this days, he snarled…
Suddenly another figure bumped against him.
-Oh, Mace, I'm sorry. I didn't see you…-
-Not to worry, Adi. But what is it about running today?- he asked now a bit bemused.
Adi seemed very battered.
-An exercise between Obi-Wan and Siri ended up in Obi-Wan losing his temper. I have never seen a stronger scold that the one Qui-Gon gave him. They both were quite upset at the end of it all-
Mace sighed, taking a hand to his face. No way, the truce didn't even last a whole morning.
-All right, I'll take care of it. Thanks, Adi.-
The other Master nodded and walked away. Mace then went to find Master Yoda. They had had to postpone their plans for lack of mutual free time but they would have to make some right now. He felt something in the Force. He had been expecting it for some time and finally, he felt it coming: a Shatter Point. They had been holding in an unstable balance but now, it would define itself. The Force showed him two possible scenarios: Either Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan managed to work things up or they would fall apart, the bond growing cold until breaking and the whole universe would be doomed.
It was not a joke, there was no drama or sarcasm; the danger was real.