Summary: Obi, Amme, and a mall. What else is there to say? PS: Thanks for all the reviews! I wasn't going to continue this, but because of all you, I did! Hugs and thanks all around! PPS: U know what I just realized? Both times I posted and updated, I never mentioned that this was based on the true story of when we dragged my brother shopping! [He's never quite been the same again… ;)] So, in a way, I do sort of control other people's lives! *evil laugher* (Read the review by annie. Then you'll understand.) Well, I've rambled enough, (special thanks to anyone who actually read all this!) now on to the story!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't get paid, wish I didn't care.
"Qui-Gon, what are we going to do? He's really out of it. And he's terrified of s-h-o-e-s." Amme spelled out, lowering her voice. She had just spent an unsuccessful hour trying to get Obi-Wan back to normal. "They say a jedi knows no fear." Qui-Gon said thoughtfully. "But most jedi don't have girlfriends that take them on all day mall trips." Amme pointed out. "What I meant was, Obi-Wan has to get over his fear. Therefore, he has to confront it." "So your saying he has to go back to the mall?" Amme asked, shocked. "I don't like it, but it's the only way." Qui-Gon said sadly. "Let him chose where he wants to go. Teach him that not all s-h-o-e-s are evil. That's the only thing that'll cure him. "Either that or it'll push him off the brink of mental stability." She said, pouting. "The boys a jedi padawan. He'll be able to handle it. Now go get him ready." He gave her a slight push towards the living area. "I'll come to the mall a little later and check on you two."
"Obi-Wan?" Amme called as she walked into the living area. "Hi Amme Wammy." Obi-Wan said, then burst into a fit of giggles. "Amme Wammy. Right. Now put your shoes-" "SHOES!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "Put the things that go on your feet on, we're going to the- the place where you buy things." After a few minutes, Amme managed to get Obi-Wan ready to leave.
"Okay Obi, here we are." Obi-Wan looked around the mall, much like a baby on its first trip out of the house. "Oooh, lookit, lookit, there's a big bear over there!" He said, pointing to a person in a bear suit that was handing balloons to kids. "Yes, Obi, big bear. Now, where do you want to go?" "I wanna see the big bear!" He yelled, and walked over to it. Amme shook her head and followed, with little choice in the matter.
After hours of Obi-Wan dragging Amme to rather… odd… places, (the children's play center, even though he's terrified of children, the candy store, the balloon shop, the store that sells rare leaves to collectors… you get the idea) Amme decided that it was time for Obi to face his fear. "Okay Obi, I went everywhere you wanted to, now you have to go somewhere I want to. Master Qui-Gon told me that you needed new sh- new things to put on your feet." Amme caught herself just in time before saying shoes. Leading him by the arm, seeing as how lately he'd been trying to wander away, Amme pulled him towards the nearest shoes store, the one where Obi-Wan often got his boots. When they walked in, he reacted much better then Amme thought he would. He followed Amme, looking at the shelves in wonder. "Do you like these?" she asked Obi, holding a box in which rested pair of boots. Obi-Wan looked at them, as if trying to figure out what they were, picked one up, and carefully placed it on his head. "No." Amme said. "No Obi-Wan. You put it on your-" "Excuse me miss, can I help you?" "No, were just looking, thank you." The salesperson gave her a strange look and walked away. Amme turned to see Obi-Wan cartwheeling down the aisle, using the force to keep the boot on his head. Amme buries her head in her hands and tries to retrieve her boyfriend.
Qui-Gon walked through the mall, trying to find any sign of Obi-Wan or Amme. He noticed a big crowd outside of the shoe store he was walking into, but paid it no mind. Soon, he caught sight of the dark-haired young woman. "Amme? Where's Obi-Wan?" Amme looked up with violet eyes [A/N: I know I said they were brown in another story, but I forgot that they could be purple and I like purple better. Hey, it's my fanfic, and I can do what I want to! (breaks into song) Um, yeah. Anyway, back to the fic!] and said, "Did you see that crowd outside?" "Yes." Qui-Gon said slowly. "And did you see the deranged moron in the middle of that crowd, wearing a boot on his head and standing on it, shaking peoples hands with his gloved feet?" "Oh-no." "Oh yes." Amme replied. "Don't take it personally, master Qui-Gon, but I think your plan sucks." "You right. It doesn't appear to be working." Qui-Gon said. "Come on Amme. Let's see if we can get happy boy home."
An Hour Later, Back at the Jedi Temple
Qui-Gon and Amme had just set Obi-Wan up on the couch with his blanket and cartoons, and had returned to the kitchen. "So what do we do now? We can just leave him like this." Amme said. "Well, we'll just have to wait. I'll keep him home from his lessons for a few days, and let him rest. If his condition still doesn't improve, I'll have to take him to the healers." Qui-Gon shook his head sadly. "And promise me that you'll never take another male padawan- no, it doesn't even have to be a padawan, just don't take any male- shopping ever again." She grinned and held up her hand. "I promise. I'll be back tomorrow to check on him."
As the week went by, Obi-Wan's condition started to improve. Amme came by everyday, as promised, to check up on him and watch over him when Qui-Gon was out. The first day, she was greeted by, "Hi-hi pretty girl!" and the afternoon went much like the one before it, ending in Amme having to convince Obi-Wan that he could not crawl in the dryer like when he was little. The next day she was greeted by, "Hidy-ho, Wammy!" but he seemed a little better then the day before. At least Amme didn't have to pry him out of any appliances. Day three: "Hi-hi, Amme Whammy!" followed by giggles. Obi put a bowl on his head and beat it repeatedly with a spoon. Day four: "Wazzzuppp, Amme Wammy!" [A/N: sorry if I didn't write that correctly, I personally hate the saying, but my brothers seem to love it.] Obi-Wan used the force to float to the ceiling and refused to come down all day. Day five: "Hi Amme Wammy." But no giggles followed. He finally seemed to be calming down, he just sat and watched the holo all day. Day six: "Hi Amme." Obi was much better. He could actually hold a conversation, look at his feet without screaming and watch something other then cartoons! Yay for Obi! Day seven: "Hi Obi, how you feeling?" "Hey Amme. Pretty good. Want to go see a holodrama or something?" "Obi, the holo-theater is in the mall." "Yeah, so?" He seemed very confused when Amme gave him a big hug and told him he was cured.
But don't ever whisper the word shoes, okay?
So what'd ya think? Ya gotta tell me. I'm just gonna keep buggin' ya until you do. See that little box down there? You are moving your mouse towards the box. You are clicking on the box. You are writing in the box. Thank you, and have a nice day. PS: Like so many of my other stories, I might (then again, I might not) add more about the mall trip in here. That depends on the REVIEWS and idea's I get. Thanx!