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 NabooRose: Could you do a sweet, fluffy story of Qui and Obi (master/padawan relationship) sharing their first holiday together (like a winter holiday, like the SW universe version of Christmas). Maybe when Obi is young-ish, and Qui realizes how much his little padawan means to him?
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Obi-Wan resisted the urge to groan in frustration, the words on his data-pad blurring as his vision started to waiver. Bant, who was seated next to him in the Temple Library, glanced over, quickly sensing that her friend was slowly losing patience.
It was rare nowadays.
Obi-Wan usually had so much patience, which was only expected with Qui-Gon as a master.
"Obi-Wan?" she whispered, "Is everything alright?"
"…. Yes…. My apologies Bant."
Something was clearly wrong.
"Obi-Wan…" Bant warned, narrowing her eyes, prompting Obi-Wan to look away, his mouth twisted into a slight frown.
"It… it was just something Master Jinn said this morning."
"What did he say?"
"I was talking about Yule… I thought we could help decorate one of the tress in the gardens like the other padawan's and masters. "Obi-Wan's smile was slightly sad, "He just raised an eyebrow at me and said 'aren't you a little old for such childish nonsense?'"
Obi-Wan scowled, "All I want is one Yule with him…. Is that too much to ask?"
…
Hidden around the corner, Qui-Gon heard Obi-Wan's sad words, his own heart twisting in guilt. He never meant to sound so callous when he'd denied Obi-Wan's request to go and decorate a tree.
He couldn't remember why he'd refused the request in the first place.
He'd gone through the tradition with his other padawans… why wouldn't he think about it with Obi-Wan, who was still so young.
"You're right Obi-Wan…" he muttered under his breath, "… it's not too much to ask."
Straightening up, Qui-Gon then strode into full view and stood in front of his padawan, "Obi-Wan…. We have training. Come."
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"Right arm a little further up Obi-Wan!"
Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile proudly at his padawan's fluid motions. Yes, there were small mistakes, but nothing that couldn't be corrected with a little bit more practice.
…..
It was two days before Yule, and all practice was suspended for the time being. Obi-Wan was seated on the sofa in the living room, desperately trying to focus on his Political Studies reading homework.
Usually, padawans would be having fun as it got closer and closer to Yule…. But not Obi-Wan. He was listening to his Master make some herbal tea in the kitchen, in preparation for the day.
"Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan frowned at his Master's hesitant tone. He hadn't heard the man sound like that ever since… well ever since Bandomeer. "Yes Master?"
Qui-Gon walked over and stood in front of his padawan, "I'm sorry…"
Resisting the urge to gasp, Obi-Wan straightened up… Qui-Gon hardly ever apologised without prompting… this was a shock.
"… I was a bit harsh earlier… when you asked me about decorating aa tree. There was a tradition I had in the past, with my old padawan…" Qui-Gon's eyes met Obi-Wan's, but they were far away, caught in the past, "… We'd put up all the decorations, all around these rooms but…" Qui-Gon chuckled, "… We'd never go and decorate a tree in the gardens though. I think Xanatos thought it beneath him. I never pushed."
"Master Qui-Gon…"
Qui-Gon kept talking, as if Obi-Wan never spoke.
"We used to get up early every morning, have a big breakfast…. Xanatos used to tease me, saying that one day he'll burst in when I've got a new padawan, with all the embarrassing stories about our mis-adventures together."
Obi-Wan flinched when he felt fingers gently run through his hair, but Qui-Gon didn't stop.
"I think I should spend some time with my padawan, this Christmas. Resurrect some old traditions, decorate the room. What do you think?"
Obi-Wan beamed, the slight frustration and loneliness from earlier disappearing completely.
"I'd love to."
