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 RiNa_reads_and_writes: I want more lol. (referring to chapter 41)
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The first few days on Serenno were hard.
Despite the fact that he agreed to move there with his Grandmaster, in order to keep Obi-Wan with him, Qui-Gon felt like he was going to pop out of his skin.
He was losing his mind.
"I'm leaving…." He growled, striding past Dooku, "…. I can't stay here anymore."
"You're giving up so easily?"
Qui-Gon stopped in his tracks at the disappointed tone in his Masters' voice, his entire body tensing as he heard the man walking closer.
"You're giving up on Obi-Wan that easily?"
Qui-Gon span around at this, his fists clenched tight as he glared at his ex-Master. "I fell like a prisoner…. You're keeping me trapped in here!"
"You are still a Fallen Jedi Qui-Gon… you are a danger to anyone you come across, so yes, until you actually calm down and start to listen to me, you're not going anywhere."
Quickly summoning his lightsabre to his hand, Qui-Gon ignited it and leapt at his ex-master, forcing the older man to move swiftly to the side.
"LET. ME. OUT!"
Dooku didn't even flinch as Qui-Gon swiped at him, simply keeping his hands behind his back and moving from side to side, avoiding each slash with ease.
"Is this really the example you want to set for your Padawan?" Dooku taunted him, still not drawing his weapon, "Someone who is out of control and unable to defeat an old man?"
"SHUT UP!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Dooku spotted Obi-Wan appear on the staircase, a worried look on the teen's face. Silently, he told the teen to stay where he was… just in case Qui-Gon turned his anger on the younger man.
Obi-Wan didn't listen.
"Master! No!"
It all seemed to happen in slow motion.
Obi-Wan came flying down the stairs, clearly hoping the grab Qui-Gon's lightsabre arm before he could make another move. Unfortunately, Qui-Gon used their bond to his advantage, spinning around and using the Force to stop Obi-Wan in mid-air… and then throwing him against the nearest wall.
Like a puppet that had had its' strings cut, Obi-Wan crumpled to the crowd, not moving as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Obi-Wan!" Dooku cried out in alarm, finally going on the offensive and swiftly disarming a stunned Qui-Gon, grabbing his lightsabre before rushing over to Obi-Wan, who was slowly starting to recover, rubbing his head as he desperately tried to get a bearing on his surroundings.
When he noticed the smallest trace of blood on Obi-Wan's hands, he immediately lifted the young teen into his arms and rushed past Qui-Gon in order to get to the medical bay.
"Very foolish little one…" he muttered into Obi-Wan's ear, "… but I think you just might have gotten through to him."
Being sure to shut Qui-Gon out of the room, he lay Obi-Wan on the bed and allowed his personal healers to get to work.
…
Obi-Wan was completely fine… but Dooku made the decision to stay in the room for a while longer, just to worry Qui-Gon.
Once he was sure that his ex-padawan was a little bit calmer (the pacing outside the room had stopped), Dooku slowly made his way out, glaring at Qui-Gon who was slumped against the wall, head buried in his hands.
"You are very lucky…" he began, taking a secret delight in the way Qui-Gon's eyes widened in shock, "… Obi-Wan will make a full recovery… you might not be so lucky."
"P-pardon?"
Dooku shrugged, "I thought you could be a Grey Jedi… I thought you could work with me and Obi-Wan, but after today, I'm not so sure… I don't think there's any hope for you."
"Master no…." Qui-Gon moved to his knees, eyes wide and pleading, "… Master please, I can change!"
"Can you?" Dooku raised an eyebrow at the man, "Prove it."
As he walked past his ex-padawan, he continued to talk/ "You will spend the rest of the week in meditation, pushing all negative feelings into the Force and re-learning everything about yourself. Your strengths and your weakness… and how you can better yourself. Am I understood?"
Qui-Gon nodded frantically, practically leaping to his feet and racing after his old Master, allowing himself to be led to another room and shut inside.
His rehabilitation started now.
….
It had been months since they moved to Serenno.
Qui-Gon was slowly, but surely, heading towards becoming a Grey Jedi… but Obi-Wan knew he himself was struggling slightly.
The Order insisted on strict rules, strict ways that padawan's had to act in order to prove themselves worthy of a knighthood.
And Obi-Wan tried to continue these rules to the best of his ability... honestly, he did.
But Master Dooku didn't seem to appreciate it.
"What have I told you about this?" Dooku scolded as he watched Obi-Wan struggling in the kitchen once again, unfamiliar with the equipment, "I have highly trained chefs who do this for us, there's no need for you to be in here."
"I-I know, but- "
"- but nothing." Dooku gently gripped his shoulder and escorted the teen back to the dining room and encouraged him to sit down. "Talk to me."
Obi-Wan fidgeted nervously, "Talk about what?"
"… Why you feel the need to act more like a servant, than a member of this family?"
"That's- that's- "
"- I know. That's how you've been taught to act…" Dooku placed a gentle hand on Obi-Wan's, "You don't have to do these things anymore. All I want you to do, is get used to this new situation, try as hard as you can during our training sessions… and be yourself."
"… Okay."
"Good…" Dooku straightened up, acting more like the Count that he was, "… now that we've got this sorted, I expect you to sit at the table and eat with me and your Master. I hope your table manners are up to standards?"
"Ummmm…. Possibly not yours?"
"No matter, I'm sure we can do something about that."
…..
"I have some very interesting news."
25-year-old Obi-Wan and Master Qui-Gon Jinn both glanced up at Master Dooku, who was scanning through the recent news-reels.
"It appears as though Naboo is in the middle of a catastrophic event."
Qui-Gon frowned, "…. And? Has the council called us in?"
"Not yet… but it appears as though Master Windu has found the 'Chosen One'"
Whilst he had been given the 'chosen one' lecture time after time after time, Qui-Gon couldn't help but lean forwards in curiosity. "The one who will bring balance to the force? That 'chosen one'? Where in the galaxies did they- "
"Tatooine… that horrible planet where Jabba insists on running his business from. Some small child, around nine or ten… far too old to be trained."
"But, he is the 'chosen one'."
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to smirk as Master Dooku rolled his eyes, clearly preparing himself for another lecture on 'foolish prophecies' and the trouble that they cause. Settling back in his chair, cup of tea in his hands, Obi-Wan watched the… disagreement with interest.
It was good practice for his diplomacy lessons.
…..
"I was so sure that you wanted to train the Chosen One…"
Qui-Gon rose one eyebrow in the middle of his meditation, smirking as he heard Obi-Wan walk in, "So sure were you?"
"… A little bit, yes. It is the Chosen One after all."
Opening his eyes and unfolding his legs, Qui-Gon smiled up at his padawan… god Obi-Wan had grown so much since they came here, "You're my padawan… why would I want anyone else?"
"Not even the Chosen One?"
"Master Dooku was right… If the boy is trained, Master Yoda will be the better choice, and if they don't train him, they'll send him somewhere safe, where the Dark Side can't follow…. It is the better choice."
"So… no urge to rush off and kidnap the kid from his bed?"
"You're enough trouble Obi-Wan, trust me on this."
