These are just little random one-shots that I will be doing about the relationship between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. They will be updated as often as I can, and if any wants me to expand on any of them or if you have a prompt for me, just say in the review :)

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Prompt from : Hey I know you haven't written this AU in a while but can I maybe get some more On My Master's Wings AU? Maybe Obi-Wan gets a padawan and they ask him about what happened to his first master and he breaks down sobbing and starts freaking out because he hasn't talked about it in a while and it still haunts him and his heart still hasn't healed? He eventually just runs away from the situation because he's embarrassed/stressed/terrified?

I used Chirrut Imwe, because I have a little headcanon that he was a Jedi. I don't think Anakin would be a Jedi without Qui-Gon, so Chirrut took his place as Obi-Wan's padawan.

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Chirrut Imwe never thought this day would come.

Ever since he'd been taken from the Guardian Temple in Jedha, with a Jedi telling him that his connection to the Force was significant, he had had very little hope in being adopted as a Padawan. With his condition, that meant he might be blind before the age of eighteen, he thought that no-one would bother to train him.

Not until Master Obi-Wan Kenobi came along.

Master Kenobi was a mystery. As Master Yoda's Grand-Padawan and Master Dooku's Padawan, Master Kenobi was one of the most talked about Jedi's in the Order.

A master negotiator.

A master of Form 3.

He was everything that a Padawan could ever want, and Chirrut never thought that he would be chosen.

But he was.

Slowly, he followed Master Kenobi into their new shared quarters, glancing around in wonder as his new Master placed their bags on the floor.

"Alright…" sighed the Jedi Master, "… I believe the room to your left is yours and the one next door is mine…. So long as the Master/Padawan shared quarters structure hasn't changed much since I was in your position."

Chirrut nodded eagerly, grabbing his bag and heading towards the room…. Although the thought of Master Dooku living in quarters like these was a strange one.

The man always seemed like royalty to the younger members of the Order, with many believing that he owned his own property on another world.

It didn't take Chirrut long to unpack, placing his braille books on the shelves and his clothes in the drawers, before heading back to the living room. As soon as he entered, he noticed that his new Master had un-packed everything for the living room… including the holographic image of an unfamiliar Jedi on the table near some potted plants.

"Master!" Chirrut called out, "Who is this?"

"Who is whom?"

"The man in the holo-picture."

There was silence for a few moments, before aster Kenobi slowly made his way out into the living room, his eyes instantly focusing on the holo-picture in question. "That… that is Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He was my first Master."

"Oh…. What happened to him?"

Silence.

"… Master?"

Master Kenobi was still staring at the holo-picture, until he shook his head and turned to go back into his room, "Go to your room Chirrut…. Take some time to meditate before the evening meal."

"But Master- "

"- Go!"

He didn't have to tell Chirrut again, as the young padawan raced back into his room, banging his shoulder against the doorframe just before the door slid shut.

As soon as he was sure that Chirrut was out of the room, Obi-Wan made his way over to the couch and collapsed onto it, picking up the holo-picture briefly… before his hands started to shake in grief and it fell to the ground.

"Kriff…." He muttered, burying his face in his hands just before the tears started to fall, "…. For Kriff's sake!"

He shouldn't have yelled at Chirrut like that…. It wasn't his Padawan's fault.

He needed to calm down…. why wasn't he calming down?

"Kriff, kriff, kriff…" he muttered, pushing himself to his feet and stumbling into his own room, collapsing onto his bed as he tried to calm down.

He and Dooku never really talked about Qui-Gon after the man's death…. It was too painful for the pair of them, and nobody else in the Order really broached the subject with him.

Honestly, it was a surprise that this hadn't happened sooner.

As the minutes ticked by, Obi-Wan moved into a meditative position, frantically trying to expel his grief into the Force. Once that was done, he could speak to Chirrut again.

….

Hours seemed to fly by, but eventually, Obi-Wan felt more at peace and ready to get up once again. Heading into the living room, he sighed when he noticed that Chirrut had left his room yet…. Usually, new padawans would be eagerly looking around, trying to get used to their new surroundings.

Unless their Master shouted at them.

Obi-Wan remembered going through the same problems when he first became Qui-Gon's padawan. The man was so strict, he didn't dare leave his room.

He wasn't going to let Chirrut live like that.

"Chirrut?"

He knocked on his padawan's door, patiently waiting for an answer.

"Chirrut, can I please speak to you out here?"

Silence.

"I'll be on the sofa padawan."

Less than two minutes later, Chirrut crept out of his room, bowing to his Master before shuffling over to the sofa. "You wanted to see me Master?"

"…. I am sorry Chirrut. I should never have treated you like that." Encouraging Chirrut to sit next to him, Obi-Wan continued, "I must confess, I have spoken about my old Master for a long time."

"…. I didn't know you had a first Master."

"No…" Obi-Wan sighed, "… not many people knew. Not unless you were in the Order when I was a new padawan myself. The story behind this involved one of the worst case scenarios for a Master/Padawan pairing."

"One of?"

"…. A Master losing a Padawan is usually considered to be the worst scenario."

Chirrut nodded in understanding, perching on the edge of the sofa as his attention fell on the holo-picture that had fallen on the floor earlier. Following his gaze, Obi-Wan winced, using the Force to lift the picture into his hands.

"I know it's not the correct use of the Force, but I think we can let it slide this one time."

Silently encouraging Chirrut to shuffle closer, Obi-Wan started to speak. "Master Qui-Gon Jinn was an amazing Jedi…. Yes, he was cold at the beginning of our partnership, but eventually, he became like a Father to me."

Obi-Wan paused briefly, taking a deep breath. "He went on a dangerous mission…. I was too inexperienced to go. He was killed on the mission, and I was without a Master."

"…. Is that when Master Dooku took you on?"

"Master Dooku was Master Qui-Gon's Master…. So, he decided to take me on."

Chirrut nodded in understanding, his eyes focused on the holo-picture. "That sounds horrible…." He whispered, "…. I-I'm sorry that i- "

"- You have nothing to be sorry for…" interrupted Obi-Wan sternly, "…. I have not had a chance to come to terms with my Master's death, and I… may have over-reacted."

Chirrut rose an eyebrow at him, prompting Obi-Wan to change his statement.

"Alright… I over-reacted. And I am sorry for that." He gently pulled Chirrut closer, "I only hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me."

There was a tense silence, before Chirrut nodded and beamed at his Master. "All forgiven!"