Disclaimer: these characters are not mine, this situation is not mine.

Part I: Breaking Curfew

Obi-wan entered the quarters he shared with his master. It was no surprise that Qui-Gon had waited up. He was supposed to have been home two hours ago. It just wasn't fair Garen was allowed to be out until midnight.

"Good evening, master", Obi-wan greeted the man on the sofa.

"Morning", Qui-Gon corrected. "Where have you been?"

"I told you before I left that the holo was four hours long."

Qui-Gon had expected the boy to break curfew. However, he was not about to let him get away with it. "We also agreed that you would be home by ten."

"Master, it's not fair I-" as Qui-Gon began to hold up his hand Obi- wan gave up. It was no use. Why had he insisted on going out in the middle of the week? On a weekend Qui-Gon would usually allow him to stay out later. Unfortunately, he'd reasoned that a good grade on a recent exam might give reason for Qui-Gon to go easy on him; now he wasn't so sure.

"You know the rules and you chose to break them, now you must face the consequences." Qui-Gon watched as the boy bowed his head. He was still standing just inside the entrance to their quarter. "For now both of us need to get some rest. We will continue this discussion tomorrow."

Silently Obi-wan walked to his room and shut the door behind him. After taking a quick shower and slipping into his sleep clothes Obi-wan discovered he couldn't sleep. It was no surprise really; the fizz drinks on top of the anticipation of his upcoming punishment were enough to keep any growing boy awake.

The next morning his alarm went off entirely too early. Eventually a knock on the door forced him to sit up in bed. "Come", he said wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"Padawan, your morning meal is getting cold. I expect you to be ready for class and in the kitchen in five minutes." Qui-Gon suppressed a laugh; the boy was still more than half asleep. Gently he closed the door and headed back to his own plate of food while it was still warm.

It wasn't long before he was joined by Obi-wan who only shoved a small amount of food into his mouth before running off to class. Qui-Gon didn't even have the chance to tell him to come straight home after class.

For Obi-wan the minutes passed like hours. At the end of his last class he found himself racing back to the quarters he shared with Qui-Gon. There was nothing he wanted more than to get this "discussion" over with. He took a deep breath before he opened the door to face his master.

Qui-Gon sat on a chair in the living area with a pile of papers in his lap. He quickly placed them aside when Obi-wan came in. "How was your day padawan?"

Obi-wan placed his books on a table and took a seat on the sofa before answering. "Not bad", was his only reply.

Not knowing how to begin Qui-Gon gave his apprentice a stern look and began to speak. "I have decided to place you under confinement for two weeks, one week for each hour you were late. I expect you to return here immediately after your classes each afternoon. We will spend the weekend together working on training exercises. For now I suggest you take a nap; I will wake you for the evening meal."

"Yes master", Obi wan got up and slowly made his way to his room. This afternoon he had no trouble falling asleep.