The Untold StoryCh4
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Now, since I know all of you did not come here to listen to ME babble..On with the show! ;-) Finishing up their breakfast, Padme, leaned on the table, gazing across at her husband. Her dark brown eyes shone with love, her soft lips curved in a smile. She sipped at her Muja fruit juice, then cleared her throat. Anakin raised a questioning brow over his cup of strong Alderaanian coffee. He blew at the steaming mug, then took a drink of the black liquid. "I hope Obi-Wan feels better." Padme said into the companionable silence. "I hope so too. He gets really stressed out. You know, sometimes I don't think he was ready to handle taking a Padawan. He went through a really hard time with Master Qui-Gon's death. He was very sad for a long time, and I think he still grieves. It would explain why Obi-Wan hasn't been the best Master." Anakin casually took another drink. He put the cup down and looked into a very shocked Padme's pretty face. "Ani? How can you say that? From what I've seen, Obi-Wan has always tried the best for you! And if he still grieves for Qui-Gon, well," she paused, looking down into her glass of clear juice, "Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan's world. He raised Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was thirteen when Qui-Gon took him on as his apprentice, and twenty-five when he died. Twelve years is a long time to look at someone as your father, your mentor, and your best friend. Qui-Gon was all Obi-Wan had, until he met a nine year old boy, who would come to look on him in the same way that he had looked on Qui-Gon." She stared deeply into Anakin's startled blue eyes. She hadn't meant to chastise him, only to make him see that other people had more than one side to them, and often more going on beneath the surface. Anakin nodded slowly, his intense gaze turning inward. "You know, we should both be grateful for Obi-Wan, after all, if he hadn't taken you as his Padawan, we wouldn't have been reunited." Anakin considered her words. It was true. Obi-Wan had lost someone dear to him, and did deserve some consideration. It was also true that if he wasn't Obi-Wan's Padawan, then he wouldn't have seen Padme again. Obi-Wan wasn't a horrible teacher, after all. He was certainly more lenient than some Masters. And he truly did seem to care about his well-being. Some of Anakin's earliest memories of his apprenticeship were of Obi-Wan taking care of him, or helping him with his class work, patiently tutoring him. His bright gaze met Padme's.
"You're right. I am grateful for everything Obi-Wan has done for me, and I also understand the difficulties he has been through. I went through them with him, remember? One of the most shocking, and sad memories I have of my time with Obi-Wan is from the very beginning of my Apprenticeship. These memories are of being woken up, late at night, and hearing my Master crying. Whether he was crying because he lost Qui-Gon, or crying because he was stuck with an un-wanted Padawan, I don't know. Maybe it was both." He shrugged.
Disclaimer- Oh, whatever.look on ch1....
Reviewers- Domo Arigatou..;-)
Now, since I know all of you did not come here to listen to ME babble..On with the show! ;-) Finishing up their breakfast, Padme, leaned on the table, gazing across at her husband. Her dark brown eyes shone with love, her soft lips curved in a smile. She sipped at her Muja fruit juice, then cleared her throat. Anakin raised a questioning brow over his cup of strong Alderaanian coffee. He blew at the steaming mug, then took a drink of the black liquid. "I hope Obi-Wan feels better." Padme said into the companionable silence. "I hope so too. He gets really stressed out. You know, sometimes I don't think he was ready to handle taking a Padawan. He went through a really hard time with Master Qui-Gon's death. He was very sad for a long time, and I think he still grieves. It would explain why Obi-Wan hasn't been the best Master." Anakin casually took another drink. He put the cup down and looked into a very shocked Padme's pretty face. "Ani? How can you say that? From what I've seen, Obi-Wan has always tried the best for you! And if he still grieves for Qui-Gon, well," she paused, looking down into her glass of clear juice, "Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan's world. He raised Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was thirteen when Qui-Gon took him on as his apprentice, and twenty-five when he died. Twelve years is a long time to look at someone as your father, your mentor, and your best friend. Qui-Gon was all Obi-Wan had, until he met a nine year old boy, who would come to look on him in the same way that he had looked on Qui-Gon." She stared deeply into Anakin's startled blue eyes. She hadn't meant to chastise him, only to make him see that other people had more than one side to them, and often more going on beneath the surface. Anakin nodded slowly, his intense gaze turning inward. "You know, we should both be grateful for Obi-Wan, after all, if he hadn't taken you as his Padawan, we wouldn't have been reunited." Anakin considered her words. It was true. Obi-Wan had lost someone dear to him, and did deserve some consideration. It was also true that if he wasn't Obi-Wan's Padawan, then he wouldn't have seen Padme again. Obi-Wan wasn't a horrible teacher, after all. He was certainly more lenient than some Masters. And he truly did seem to care about his well-being. Some of Anakin's earliest memories of his apprenticeship were of Obi-Wan taking care of him, or helping him with his class work, patiently tutoring him. His bright gaze met Padme's.
"You're right. I am grateful for everything Obi-Wan has done for me, and I also understand the difficulties he has been through. I went through them with him, remember? One of the most shocking, and sad memories I have of my time with Obi-Wan is from the very beginning of my Apprenticeship. These memories are of being woken up, late at night, and hearing my Master crying. Whether he was crying because he lost Qui-Gon, or crying because he was stuck with an un-wanted Padawan, I don't know. Maybe it was both." He shrugged.