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 SpencerBrown: In Chapter 9, Qui-Gon's little anecdote to Ahsoka about Obi-Wan missing the Festival of Light to stay in the infirmary with his master is adorable.

The next time you feel like writing some father-son fluff, could you consider showing us that time? I imagine there was a whole lot of worried and mothering Padawan ignoring his own exhaustion in favor of fussing over his master.

Obi-Wan never really imagined that his Master could look so… pitiful.

The council had already been in to see Qui-Gon, making sure that he would pull through (Obi-Wan might have listened in at that door when they were giving his Master a gentle scolding), and once they were sure that he would, they went to deal with the ramifications of the Naboo incident.

Tonight was the Festival of Light.

Not that Obi-Wan was going to see it… he needed to keep an eye on his Master.

Every time that his Master winced, his wound clearly hurting, Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel a tug of sympathy in his chest. He was used to seeing his Master as being strong and tall…. This was an unfamiliar sight for him.

At that moment in time, he was trying to focus on his holo-pad, hoping to get some homework done before they had to travel back to Coruscant.

"Why are you here Obi-Wan?"

Startled, Obi-Wan glanced over at his Master, who was frowning at him. Bandages were wrapped all around the older man's chest, hiding his near-mortal wound from view. "W-well… you're hurt Master! I can't leave you here!"

Qui-Gon sighed, pushing himself him slightly (barely allowing Obi-Wan to help him). "This is your first time experiencing the Festival of Light…. And it may be your only chance. You shouldn't spend it looking after me."

There was a brief moment of silence, before Obi-Wan moved and sat on the edge of his Master's bed. "You are my Master…" he muttered, "… my duties as a padawan are to help you. Rushing off to a festival, is not helping you in any way."

"Obi-Wan… " Qui-Gon smiled softly at his padawan, "… I'm sure I can manage for a few hours, without you."

"… I'm not taking that chance…. Sorry Master."

Qui-Gon moved, as though to protest, only to fall back to the bed in pain, his face going white as he tried not to make a sound. Obi-Wan immediately went to help, gently easing his Master back into a comfortable position.

"Master? Are you alright?"

"…. Ow."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, and smirked. "And that is why I'm not going to the Festival. I need to be here, just in case you hurt yourself even further."

"… This might be your only opportunity though!"

"There will be other opportunities Master… for now, let me do this."

There was a brief moment of silence, before Qui-Gon sighed wearily. "I can't wait for these wounds to heal…" he grumbled under his breath, "… I don't know if I can deal with this for much longer."

"Do you need anything to drink? Eat?"

Qui-Gon looked away sharply, not saying anything for a few long moments. Then, finally, he huffed loudly. "Tea… please Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan nodded, a small smile on his face as he went to brew up. "Remain settled Master, and I'll make that tea."

Silently watching as he padawan bustled about, Qui-Gon felt a warm feeling run through his entire body. Obi-Wan was good to him, and he was too exhausted to maintain his grumpy façade.

"Do you need anything else?" Obi-Wan asked gently, placing the cup of tea on the bedside table.

Qui-Gon wanted to ask about Anakin… but decided, in the circumstances, it wouldn't be for the best. "How are you?" He finally asked, "The Council told me what happened after…. After everything. I want to hear from you, that you're alright."

His padawan was silent for a few moments, before he patted Qui-Gon on the hand and gave him a soft smile. "I'm fine… the Council has been talking about getting me knighted. I think they were hoping to wait until you were feeling a little better."

"Knighted…" Qui-Gon knew this was coming. His padawan had killed a Sith after all, "… I-I think you are ready, but…" He turned away slightly, "… I don't want you to be. I don't feel like we've had enough time together."

"… What about Anakin?"

"Anakin might be the Chosen One… but you are still my padawan, someone I've raised since you were a young boy… You are more important."

Obi-Wan seemed thrilled to hear that, clearly resisting the urge to beam at his Master. "Thank you Master…" he whispered, "… now drink your tea before it gets cold."

"Yes, Master Yoda."

"…. Rude."