Disclaimer:
We all know who, right? Uh, okay, just
so we don't get sued: All technology, weapons, transports, places etc (basically Star Wars) belongs to GL. Characters that aren't his are ours. There, can't sue us now!
Acknowledgements:
Jesus (nothing's possible without you.) … uh, anyone else?
Uh,
okay, this is our first joint fic. It's
quite short (what d'ya expect?) but I guess the idea's there. More coming up. Please read and review.
Note: the fic is written from two Points of View (POV) Obi-wan's
(written by Padawan Nik-ka) and Qui-gon's (written by Wild Horse)
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Padawan
Nik-ka, Wild Horse
Wild
Horse: *grins wickedly* think … Qui-gon.
Pink Hair. Hair Dye.
Padawan
Nik-ka: *starts dancing around *
Chapter
1a (Obi's POV) – by Padawan Nik-ka
"But
master…"
"No
buts Obi-wan, quickly go, and get it done with."
Obi-wan
sighed and tore his eyes away from the holonet. After spending half an hour
searching for the Lightsabre techniques Garen was talking about, when he
finally found them, his master had to
make him get the groceries. That was sooo
unfair!
Grabbing
the list his master held up to him, Obi-wan raced through the door and headed
towards the nearby grocery store.
The
store's cheerful bell greeted him as he pushed open the door. Picking up a
basket, Obi-wan glanced at the list, his heart sinking even further. The things
Qui-gon wanted went over 20. Resigning to fate, Obi-wan decided to make Qui-gon
wait.
Shuffling
in slow small steps, Obi-wan began to fill the basket. Eggs, detergent, socks,
more socks, power cells, shampoo…
Obi-wan
paused, a scheme slowly enfolded itself inside his head. Shampoo…A grin split
his face. Payback time! Laughing evily to himself, Obi-wan searched the rack.
Conditioner, shampoos, hair treatment oil, hair gel, hair dye…
"Ah
ha! Hair dye. Let's see. Blue, red, black, green, purple…Pink!" Obi-wan
muttered under his breathe gleefully.
He
plucked the bottle off the rack. He hurried through the rest of the list, eager
to get back to their quarters.
"Master,
I'm back." He informed the big Jedi sitting on the couch next to the window.
Obi-wan
hauled the plastic bags into the living area and began sorting out the
packages, putting them in their respective places.
Grabbing
the plastic bag containing toiletries, Obi-wan ran into the refresher, barely
able to contain his laughter.
Shutting
the door behind him, Obi-wan carefully poured the hair dye into the empty
shampoo bottle…
Okay,
the next section:
Disclaimer:
All characters and places belong to George Lucas, except for those that are
obviously mine. =)
Acknowledgements: Jesus, My partner - Padawan Nik-ka, All the
reviewers.
Okay,
here's the story …
Chapter
1b: Qui-gon's Point of View – by Wild Horse
Qui-gon Jinn stretched out on the couch. He'd finally rid himself of his irritating
apprentice by sending him to the grocery store. Qui-gon wasn't really pleased with Obi-wan, especially since the
Padawan had accidentally dumped his master in engine grease. Qui-gon sighed, he clearly had to give his
apprentice more ship-maintenance lessons.
Just then, Obi-wan Kenobi burst into the living
quarters they shared.
"Hi Quiggy, I'm home!" The apprentice declared
cheerfully.
Qui-gon rolled his eyes, exasperated. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"You chose me," Obi-wan was grinning from ear to
ear. Sometimes, Qui-gon mused, hanging
my apprentice upside down by his braid sounds like a pretty good idea.
"Put the stuff on the table, then
go replace the shampoo. I need a bath
after our … er – let us say your – recent shenanigans."
Obi-wan bounced off to the bathroom, still in high
spirits.
Qui-gon watched his apprentice leave, then sighed
again. He thought aloud, "How am I
supposed to look like a dignified master if my apprentice soaks me in engine
grease then spills all the shampoo. I
really need a bath. My hair is in a
total mess.
"Hi Quiggy, I'm back," Obi-wan bounced back into the
living room. Strange that he should
be in such a good mood, Qui-gon mused, Obi-wan usually hates going to
the grocery store to buy anything.
Something's definitely up.
"Okay. Sit. Stay. Keep your hands to yourself …" Qui-gon got
up to leave the room. "Behave."
He got a woof for all his efforts. Qui-gon pointedly ignored it and left for
the bathroom.
Qui-gon sat down half an hour later, dressed in
clean, fresh robes. The new shampoo
Obi-wan had bought was an odd bright shade of pink, but it had cleaned off all
the engine grease, though Qui-gon had had to use nearly half the bottle. The shampoo had smelled weird and wasn't the
kind Obi-wan usually bought, but Qui-gon was desperate for a bath so he'd used
it anyway.
"Master, did you have a nice bath?" Obi-wan stuck
his head into Qui-gon's bedroom.
"This shampoo is good stuff, where'd you get it
from?"
Obi-wan sniggered.
"I bought it at the store. I
thought, some … pink would … er … brighten up your day … make it more exciting,
you know? Yeah, so I bought it. Did you … use it?"
"Yes, I used it," Qui-gon eyed Obi-wan suspiciously. Something was definitely happening.
Obi-wan grinned at Qui-gon's reply, but Qui-gon
could see that his apprentice was trying not to laugh. What's up? The Jedi Master wondered.
"I'll go … gotta study for a test tomorrow," Obi-wan
practically danced back to his room.
Qui-gon watched his Padawan close the door behind him. The Jedi Master shook his head. Teenagers were always hard to figure
out. Something nagged at the back of
his mind, what if Obi-wan was playing one of his tricks again? Qui-gon didn't want to think about it.
We're not continuing if no one wants it … just
joking. Here's a preview:
"Same as always," Qui-gon started on a
sandwich. "Obi-wan is in a good mood
today."
Mace Windu looked up from his food. Qui-gon read surprise and shock on the
Jedi's face.
"I can see why," Mace grinned comically, the look on
his face changing to one of understanding.
"How'd you manage this?" The Jedi Master winked at Qui-gon then lefte
the table.