You held the lightsaber closely as if you were inspecting it. It was the new saber given to Obi-wan after you had both lost yours the day before. You had a bad habit of getting into fights you couldn't handle, and unfortunately, you managed to rope Obi-wan into them too. It was lucky that you had both made it out unhurt other than a few bruises. You remembered walking into the Jedi temple dripping with mud, and your mentor, Qui-gon, looking at you specifically with disapproval. It wasn't fun explaining to him, that you had lost your lightsabers, but the worst of the scolding was over now.
You stood up gave the lightsaber a few good swings, and scrunched up your face. "It's ok," you said and handed it back to Obi-Wan.
"Ok?" he asked in mock disbelief.
You nodded. "Yes, only ok. Not as good as mine, but I'm sure you could make it work."
He laughed, and you smiled as you brought out your new weapon. You turned it on, the blue light illuminating your face.
"We could go a few rounds," you offered. "Find out which blade is best."
Obi-Wan unpowered his lightsaber and stood up. "You know Master Qui-gon said we can't fight each other anymore."
"You're no fun," you huffed as you turned off your lightsaber. "Neither of us got hurt last time."
"We almost did," Obi-wan said.
"You mean you almost did," you smirked. "Besides, how else are we supposed to train." Before he could respond with a logical answer, the door slid open and your mentor walked in.
"I hope you two have learned your lesson," Qui-gon said. "A Jedi without his saber is just a wizard, after all, and we don't have need of wizards."
"We apologize, Master," Obi-wan said for both of you.
"I know you do, Obi-wan," Qui-gon stated. "But you, Y/N, have to speak for yourself."
"I'm sorry, Master," you said. You weren't necessarily sorry for what you had done, but you were sorry for the trouble you'd caused. That was what you apologized for, since Qui-gon, could almost always tell when you were lying.
Qui-gon nodded, satisfied with your apology. "Good. So, from now on, we leave the mudhorns to sleep in their caves, and no padawans get flattened." You were struggling to hide the smile on your face as you and Obi-wan nodded. You remembered you and Obi-wan trudging into the Jedi temple dripping with mud and missing your weapons. Qui-gon had led you both into separate rooms and given you both a lecture.
"It's no wonder we can't find a single Jedi willing to take you in, Y/N," he had said. The words rang out in your head. You would never admit it, but they had hurt. Ever since your mentor had died you had acted differently. You became more reckless. If you thought too much about something, your previous master's voice would echo through your thoughts, and it was too much for you to handle. Qui-gon Jin was an excellent teacher, but he already had Obi-wan to train; so the hunt for a Jedi that would train you was still underway.
"You have a meeting with Master Klyn in one hour, Y/N," Qui-gon said. "He has been looking for an apprentice for a while now. If you behave yourself, that could be you." Obi-wan looked over at you almost sympathetically. You lowered your head so you didn't have to look back.
"Yes, Master," you said.
"Until then, why don't you and Obi-wan make yourselves useful and empty the cargo ship that just docked in flight deck 16," Qui-gon continued. You both nodded and the Jedi left the room.
You turned to Obi-wan. "I'm sorry for dragging you down with me," you apologized.
"You didn't drag me into anything," he insisted. "I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions."
When you made it to the flight deck, an officer overseeing the droids greeted you both. "Are you the help they said they'd send?" she asked.
"Yes, we are," Obi-wan answered.
"I hope you can do a better job than these droids!" she complained. "All they seem to do is mix up shipments, empty crates, and get in my way. Come over here, and I'll show you what to do." You both followed her to the cargo ship, and she began teaching all the protocols. The droids gathered around as if she were talking to them, and she had to shoo them away multiple times.
"Sounds simple enough," you commented.
"Apparently not simple enough for a droid," she grumbled. "I'm going to leave it to you before I lose my mind to these tin cans." With that, she left the flight deck, leaving you and Obi-wan outside the ship.
"I hope she's not planning on staying away too long," you said. "We could have this emptied within the hour."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Obi-wan warned.
"We have the force," you mentioned. "Plus it's not as big as some of the other cargo ships I've seen pass through here." Obi-wan shook his head but didn't argue. Together you began emptying the ship.
Almost an hour later, and you felt like you hadn't even put a dent in all the work. You looked at the crates and boxes that were stacked along every wall of the ship and sighed. Using the force to carry multiple boxes at once was almost harder than carrying each box one by one, so you had stopped using it a while ago.
"I hate to say I told you so-" Obi-wan's voice teased from behind you.
"Oh, shut up," you said with a grin. You grabbed another box from one of the stacks and began taking it down the ramp. Half-way down a mouse droid wove into between your legs and you stumbled down the ramp. Despite your best efforts to keep the box in your hands, it fell to the floor with you right alongside it.
"I'm starting to see her dislike in these droids," you grumbled as you stood. Obi-wan appeared next to you holding a box of his own.
"Your package seems to have run off without you," he commented.
You rolled your eyes as you wiped your hands on your robes. "Hilarious," you deadpanned. When you looked down where your package had fallen, it was gone. "Where did you put it?" you questioned Obi-wan.
"I didn't put it anywhere," he defended. He placed the box he was carrying on the transport vehicle and turned back to you. "But I did see it wander into the ship."
You let out a breath of disbelief. "I don't suppose you saw where in the ship my package wandered to," you said.
Obi-wan smiled and started walking up the ramp. "I'll help you look." You followed him onto the ship, but you didn't have to go far to see what he was talking about. The mouse droid that had tripped you was speeding around the ship with the box on top of it.
"Hey!" you yelled at it. The droid let out a mechanical scream and zipped around the corner.
"Well, that's not helping anything," Obi-wan remarked.
"Neither are you if you're just going to stand there!" you called as you took off after the droid. You and Obi-wan chased the droid around the ship for a while before you both stopped. You were positive that the droid was hiding just around the corner. You silently counted to three and jumped forward. Sure enough, the droid was there, and it was cornered. You pounced for it, but it expertly wove around you and out the way you had come.
You huffed and stood. "I have never hated a mouse droid so much in my life."
"I'm going to have to agree with you," Obi-wan said.
You thought about two grown padawans chasing a measly droid throughout a cargo ship and shook your head. "I'll get that box later," you chuckled.
"Good idea," Obi-wan agreed. You both turned to get back to work when the door sealed closing you both in the room. "What's this?" he asked.
"I don't know," you said warily as you walked to the door. You pressed the control panel on the wall, but it beeped and showed only a red screen. "Great," you huffed.
"Let me try," Obi-wan offered as he took your place by the control panel. He got the same result. He turned and began looking around the room in confusion. "I don't understand why it closed and locked so suddenly."
"This is a cheap ship," you mentioned. "Maybe it's a broken door."
"Well, either way, we have to find a way out," he decided. Without a second thought, you pulled out your saber and turned it on. Obi-wan placed his hand on yours to keep you from using it. "We can't damage the ship."
"We can if there's no other way out," you argued.
"We haven't tried any other way." He sat down in the single chair at the back of the room and began working on the control panel. After a while, he came to a conclusion that made your stomach sink.
"Well, that's not good," he mumbled.
You stood beside him and looked down at the work he was doing. "What's not good?"
"I don't believe this is a room at all," he began. "It's an escape pod."
"We're trapped in an escape pod?" you asked worriedly.
"It should all be fine," Obi-wan assured you. "As long as it doesn't-"
"Escape pod jettisoning," the computer announced.
"Care to finish that sentence?" you quipped. He looked at you with wide eyes and jumped back to the door. He pulled out his lightsaber, but before he could use it, the pod launched throwing you both to the floor. You tried to grab onto something, but you were too disoriented.
The pod jerked to a stop. You and Obi-wan both stood shakily and looked out what you now realized was a window. There was nothing but space, and you turned to Obi-wan with a glare.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," he defended himself. "As you said; it's a cheap ship."
"Can you turn us back around?" you asked. His silence was all the answer you needed. "We're on a pod headed nowhere and I have a meeting in 5 minutes!"
"Believe me, Y/N, I wish I could take us back, but the controls aren't working." He walked toward you and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure Master Qui-gon will understand. We'll just have to wait for this pod to land before we can contact him."
You placed your head in your hands and sat down against the wall. "I'm going to be in so much trouble," you whispered. Obi-wan tried to comfort you, but you knew how this would end. Master Qui-gon had told you lessons on punctuality many times. It wasn't one of your strong suits, and he was extra strict about you showing up on time. The only thing you could do was wait, as Master Qui-gon became more and more upset when you didn't show up.
The pod had landed sideways on a rocky planet, and you and Obi-wan had to climb through a hole you made in the roof. You jumped off the crashed pod and took in your surroundings. Sharp rocks jutted out created a sharp slope, and it seemed to be the same throughout the whole planet. You both exchanged a look of dismay.
"What are the odds that we end up on an uninhabited planet," you sighed.
"Let's get to the top of this mountain," he said. "We'll be able to see more from up there." You started trudging up the plates of stone until you reached your destination. You had crashed near the top, so it didn't take too long.
"It's all rocks," you commented.
"Not all of it," Obi-wan said while directing your gaze to a gorge beneath you. In the gorge was a small village crammed into the open space on the bottom.
"Yay people," you cheered weakly. "How are we going to get down there?"
Obi-wan took a long breath. "The long way, I suppose." He turned back and began making his way down the mountain. You didn't argue and followed him down the rocks.
Obi-wan was right about it begin a long way down. It was sunset by the time you could even make out the village on the horizon. You and Obi-wan had, for the most part, been quiet, and the silence threatened to lull you to sleep.
"I can't help but feel this is my fault," you sighed.
Obi-wan met your gaze in the dimming light. "Of course, it's not your fault," he said. "You had no control over that pod. I told you Master Qui-gon will understand."
"No, he won't!" you cried. Your voice echoed through the walls of the gorge and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Somehow, he'll find a way to make this my fault," you said in a more hushed voice.
"You need to put more faith in your master," he lectured. "Don't you trust Qui-gon?"
"I trust him, but he tries to find fault with me so he won't have to look after me."
Obi-wan stopped walking and looked at you with concern. "You don't actually believe that, do you?" You looked at the ground in silence. "Y/N, I have enjoyed you being his padawan with me more than I enjoyed being his only padawan, and I'm sure he feels the same way. I know that Master Qui-gon can be strict, but he cares for both of us equally."
"Then why does he keep trying to pass me off to his Jedi friends?"
"He only wants what's best for you."
"Maybe what's best for me is for both of us to be his padawans."
Obi-wan continued walking and folded his arms in concentration. "Have you spoken to him about it?"
"No," you admitted. "It wouldn't work, and he wouldn't want me."
"I already told you that's not true," Obi-wan said. "The least you could do is ask him. We just need to reach this village and speak to Master Qui-gon so he can come to get us."
"That simple?"
He smiled. "That simple." You returned the smile, but you couldn't help but feel doubt about the plan. You wanted to be a padawan beside Obi-wan, but Qui-gon was persistent in trying to find you a master of your own. You kept your thoughts to yourself as you and Obi-wan continued for the village.
It was late night when you finally reached the area. There were simple houses, but each one had a reinforced roof giving them all a strange look. Obi-wan walked into the first public building he came across with you following suit. You were both extremely tired, but you wouldn't rest until you had tried to contact Qui-gon.
"Excuse me," Obi-wan called to a man behind the counter. "Do you have any form of communication available?"
The man chuckled and shook his head. "There are no forms of communication anywhere on this planet. Even if we had 'em they wouldn't work with all the rock surrounding us."
Your spirits fell, and you gave Obi-wan a tired look. "There isn't anything we can do. We're stuck here."
"You've got that right," the man behind the counter confirmed.
Obi-wan refused to let that be the end. "Is there an inn we could stay in for the night?"
The man laughed again. "I don't know what planet you came from, but if we can't communicate to the outside worlds, then we sure don't have a place for outsiders to stay."
"Is there anywhere we could stay?" Obi-wan pressed.
The man shook his head doubtfully and leaned against the counter. "You could try the abandoned shack at the edge of town, but it would almost be better for the two of you to brave the outside."
Obi-wan sighed. "Thank you," he said and walked out the door. "I guess we have more walking to do."
"If he's right about that shack being as good as the rocks, I'm not going anywhere," you decided.
"I'm sure he was exaggerating," Obi-wan said.
"Either way, I don't want to walk anymore. I'm exhausted."
"I am too, but we can't sleep outside. We don't know what inhabits this planet, and we could be putting ourselves in danger."
You didn't want to admit it, but he was right. You sighed and continued through the town. You and Obi-wan held onto each other to keep one another standing and shelter each other from the cold. When you reached the shack, you trudged through the door and turned on the lights. They just barely flickered on to reveal a single room with cold stone floors and two small beds sitting against either wall.
"No blankets," you commented.
"They'll still be warmer than rocks," Obi-wan reasoned. You certainly couldn't argue with that. You both made your way over to one of the beds, and as soon as you touched the mattress, you were asleep.
Light shone through the holes in the walls, telling you it was time to get up. You were still incredibly cold and tired so you huddled in your bed instead, but Obi-wan didn't. He was already up and moving around the small shack tidying up what he could.
"There's no need to make this a permanent home," you mumbled.
Obi-wan sighed and sat down on his bed. "Unfortunately, you're wrong."
You sat up and blinked the sleep from your eyes. "What?"
"Earlier, I went out to see if there was any way to leave this planet or make contact with Master Qui-gon and found nothing."
Your shoulders sank. "So, we really are stuck."
"Yes," he admitted grudgingly. You put your head in your hands and tried to keep back a headache. It all seemed like a nightmare. You were stuck without resources, without help, and without hope.
"What are we going to do?" you whispered.
Obi-wan placed his hand gently on your shoulder. "I believe that Master Qui-gon will figure out what happened and find us. We just have to wait until then."
"We could be waiting for the rest of our lives," you pointed out.
"Or it could be a single day," Obi-wan countered. "We'll be able to tolerate it more if we hope for the better."
"I'll hope for the better," you said while standing. "But I'm expecting the worst."
Two weeks had passed since your crashlanding on the rock planet. There were still no signs of any Jedi coming to your rescue, and the small hope you had was fading. You and Obi-wan kept busy with repairing the shack, and it was starting to provide decent cover. You asked the people who lived there so many questions in just two weeks that they were already starting to become frustrated whenever you'd ask another. Obi-wan kept telling you that they would come, and you just had to be patient. You didn't know what you would do without him there to keep you moving forward.
You had just finished another round of questions in the trade building, and you trudged home unsatisfied with the answers you received.
"What did you learn?" Obi-wan's voice sounded from above you. You looked up in shock to see him standing on the roof of the shack.
"What are you doing?" you asked forgetting to answer his question first.
He sat on the edge and wiped his brow. "Avalanches," he responded.
"Avalanches?" you repeated.
He laughed. "I'm sorry, I meant Gloh Kon told me to reinforce the roof for avalanches. Evidentially, it's a normal thing around here."
"Our escape pod picked quite the location for us," you grumbled.
Obi-wan smiled sympathetically and extended his hand to you. "You can tell me about your interrogations while you help me with the roof." You accepted his hand, and he pulled you up. The metal felt weak and bendable under your weight.
"Is it safe to be up here?" you asked warily.
"Not yet, but hopefully it will be before dusk." After his answer, you immediately began working. You told him what you learned, but there wasn't much to say. The first week you had learned much, but the second week was slow and was doing a fine job of crushing your hope. The only reason you could continue was because of Obi-wan. You looked over at him as he fixed the metal to the roof. Normally you were the one that had to keep him going. Since when was he an optimistic ray of hope? You felt you should say something to him, but what were the right words? You knew the words you wanted to say, but you couldn't. Instead, you turned back to your work.
When the sun set behind the cavernous walls, Obi-wan sat on the edge of the now-reinforced roof. "Let's hope that will do the trick."
"Since when are you so hopeful?" you joked as you sat beside him.
"Since this," he said. "Since everything that happened. I can't explain it, but there's this feeling that's telling me I need to be here. I can't just ignore it and try to leave without knowing what I'm doing here."
"You think the force brought us here?" you asked. "What purpose could we possibly serve here?"
"As I said, I can't explain it," he said as he stared at the sky slowly changing colors around you.
You placed your hand on his. "If you think we're meant to be here, I trust you," you said. "I just hope you know what you're feeling."
He placed his other hand on top of yours. "I hope I do too."
It had been a month since you and Obi-wan had first crashlanded. You didn't want to admit it, but you were starting to become accustomed to life in a ravine. You still hadn't found a way off the planet, but even if you did, Obi-wan wasn't going to leave without knowing why he felt he should stay. You tried to talk about it with him, but he would go quiet until you could get nothing out of him. You didn't know what he felt or how to comfort him.
The only thing you knew was how you felt for Obi-wan. Your heart would race when he smiled at you, and despite you trying to push the feeling aside, it only grew stronger. It was forbidden for a Jedi to love, but your heart didn't seem to care. As time wore on, you became more at ease being with him, and you weren't so desperate to find a way off the planet. You wouldn't dare say anything about it to Obi-wan. He was so keen on the ways of the Jedi. What would he say?
Obi-wan opened the door to the shack, making you jump. "I don't understand it," he began. "Everything seems to be in order here, and I can't sense anything wrong with the force."
"Only that you should stay?" you asked.
He nodded and sat down on his bed. "It doesn't matter," he sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "Whether I'm supposed to be here or not, I'm stuck here."
"Hey," you said gently. You walked over to him and sat down on the bed. "I'm the one who says we're stuck here, not you."
"It doesn't matter who says it; It's true," he mumbled. You heart ached for him. This feeling that he had was always driving him crazy. The stress of it had quickly dashed his hopes, and he was beginning to turn back into his worrisome self.
"Whether it's true or not," you countered. "You're not stuck here alone. That has to be worth something."
He turned his blue eyes to you and held your hand. "I'm sorry, of course that's worth something. You're worth everything to me, Y/N."
A lump formed in your throat, and you quickly pulled your hand away. "Don't," you whispered.
"Is it something I said?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes," you said. "I mean no, it's not you."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
"It's not your fault," you interrupted. You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. The feelings you had for Obi-wan were out of control. You used to be able to push them aside, and forget about them until the next day. Now, everything he said made your heart beat faster, and you couldn't calm it.
"I need to walk for a little bit," you said. Before he could respond you quickly stood and left the shack. You hadn't gone far when the door opened behind you and Obi-wan rushed out.
He caught up with you and started apologizing. "Y/N, I'm sorry." You kept walking trying to ignore the urge to talk to him about how you felt.
"Please," he pleaded. "I understand why you're upset with me. Let me explain."
You froze. "You don't know why, Obi-wan, and you didn't do anything wrong-"
"It's what I said," he explained. "And what I did. I am truly sorry. I should never have acted like that."
"It's against the Jedi code," you whispered. You took a breathe and looked up at him. "You don't need to apologize. It wasn't you that was breaking the code; It was me. Ever since I met you, I've had to keep my emotions in check. The longer we stay together the harder it gets, and it's exhausting. You're a good man, Obi-wan. Don't let me ruin your chances of becoming a Jedi master."
"It wouldn't be you ruining my chances," he said. He grabbed your hand, but you didn't pull away. "I'm not a good man, but you are remarkable. I would be a fool for not seeing it. Can you blame me for having feelings for you?"
Your heart pounded, and you couldn't speak. All this time you had loved Obi-wan, but hadn't told him in fear that he would rebuke you. Now you didn't know what to say or feel.
"I love you, Y/N," Obi-wan said. You stared at him in shock. "I don't care if you report me. You have every right, but I do love you."
You felt your lips pulling into a faint smile. Your face was red, and your heart was pounding. You didn't trust your voice to return the words, so you threw your arms around Obi-wan, pulling him into a kiss. He held you close as if you would vanish if he let go.
You pulled away, and looked into his eyes. "I would never report you because I feel the same way. I love you."
He placed his hand gently on your cheek, but his eyes filled with sadness. "What are we going to tell Master Qui-gon?"
You were about to answer, but something caught your eye. Behind Obi-wan, a ship was sailing through the air. Your stomach twisted and you looked worriedly at him.
"We're going to have to find out soon," you stated. Obi-wan turned around to see what you were looking at.
"They found us!" he said excitedly. He turned back to you. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Normally it would be," you replied. "There's just the small problem of us breaking the Jedi code seconds before they did."
"They won't know that, and that settles what we'll tell Master Qui-gon; nothing," he decided.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? What if they find out?"
"They won't."
"What about the feeling that you should stay?"
Obi-wan smiled. "I was wrong. That wasn't the force at all. I just wanted to stay with you." He turned back to the ship as it landed not far from their shack. "Let's go. I'm sure Master Qui-gon is eager to see us." You both walked to the ship, so you could meet Master Qui-gon half-way.
"One month," he called when you were in hearing distance. "One month I was looking for you both, only to find you on the most deserted planet in this system."
"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-wan said. "There was a malfunction in one of the cargo ship's escape pods. We were stranded here without communication or transportation."
"So, for once this was not your doing, Y/N," Qui-gon concluded. Before you could respond he knit his brow and slightly narrowed his eyes at both of you. "Is something wrong?"
You began to worry, but Obi-wan answered calmy for both of you. "Nothing wrong, Master. We're just relieved to finally see a familiar face."
Qui-gon pursed his lips and nodded. "We can discuss this more on the way back," he said. "Get to the ship." You and Obi-wan promptly obeyed, but Qui-gon held you back.
When Obi-wan was out of earshot he explained why. "Obviously, due to your absence, Master Klyn has found a different apprentice."
You lowered your head. "I actually needed to talk to you about that, Master Qui-gon."
He raised his brow in interest. "Is that so?"
"I was hoping that I could continue to train under you alongside Obi-wan," you said.
Qui-gon folded his arms. "Do you honestly believe that's best?"
"I do."
He nodded. "I can't deny that I've thought about it." You perked up, having more hope that he would say yes. "It wouldn't be easy. Not for you, Obi-wan, or the council." He considered it a bit longer before saying, "I'll have to pull a few strings."
You smiled widely. "Thank you, Master!"
"Before you get too excited, I need to give you your first lesson." You furrowed your brow but nodded showing that you were paying attention. He leaned in slightly and lowered his voice. "You best watch your feelings, Y/N." Your stomach sank. He knew. You didn't know how, but he knew about you and Obi-wan.
You opened you mouth to deny it, but he stopped you. "You never know who might be watching." He looked knowingly at you, but he didn't say anything else. He walked back to the ship with you following silently behind him.
Obi-wan was waiting on the ship. When he saw you he signalled for you to go over to him. "What was that about?" he asked worriedly.
"I think we'll both be able to train under him," you explained.
Obi-wan sighed in relief. "So, he doesn't know."
"Well," you started unsurely. "I'm not sure. Either way, I think our secret is safe."
Obi-wan smiled and kissed your forehead. "I told you he'd understand."
"You weren't talking about this when you said that," you pointed out.
"Still," he smiled. "Everything is going to be okay from now on." The ship took off and you hoped that Obi-wan was right. No more scrambling around to find a new master, no more getting stranded on planets, and no more feeling scared to say how you felt. Everything would be okay.