1st Chap = Disclaimers

School work put me behind. Rats

Thanks for the reviews.

I didn't really realize that I was making Obi-Wan PMS, but now that you mentioned it, I think I might have to use that.  (evil grin)

BTW: If any of you are looking for a normal Obi-Wan (ie Man), I have one over in my other SW fic, but that fic isn't really normal either. Oh, well. (I tried cousin, I tried.)

NOTE: This chapter isn't my best work, but I needed to do it before I got out of the mood of writing it.

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     Obi-Wan closed her eyes and tried to meditate. Her punishment for talking to Master Yoda disrespectfully had been to be barred from the rest of the initiate trials. Not that it was that much of a punishment. She wasn't going to get chosen. Yet, it still hurt.

Half the temple away, Qui-Gon Jinn sat in his room trying desperately to get rid of the stomach ache he had earned himself the night before. At least he thought it was a stomach ache, he never remembered having this type of cramping before. To top off his miserable morning, he had to go to the diplomacy testing sessions. Not only were these always hard for initiates, but they were always boring for the masters.

Two hours later, Qui-Gon had the feeling that boring was an understatement. The only amusing part of the whole ordeal was when Chun had made a mistake in his assessment of his political situation. Secretly, Qui-Gon did not even know why he thought it was funny, he just did. Glancing down at his schedule he was surprised when the knight in charge called for a recess. Obi-Wan was supposed to go next.

"Mace, what happened to initiate Kenobi?"

"She made some inappropriate comments to Masters Yaddle and Yoda yesterday. Try saying that ten times."

 "They banned her from the trials?"

"Don't get that pathetic cause look on your face, Qui. It wasn't like she was going to get chosen."

"Where are they going to send her?"

"Agricorps. After her display with the vine, I convinced the council she would do the best job there."

"But, she doesn't like working with plants. I thought it was more of a one time deal with the vine." Qui-Gon felt a sudden stab of guilt. The poor kid was going to spend her life in a job she hated all because of him.

"That's why I'm on the council, and you're not my friend. Don't worry, she'll be fine. There's no need for you to take up her plight."

Obi-Wan froze as she reached for the salt shaker. Why should she feel guilty about using the salt? Great, she was losing her mind. Yelling at council members and now she was feeling guilty about sodium consumption. What was next, a rampant desire to enter politics?

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  Qui-Gon glanced suspiciously at the healers. He hated being here, but after he almost broke down crying today after they were out of his favorite tea in the cafeteria, he decided it was time to visit the medical wing. There had to be something imbalanced.

He was currently regretting the choice to be here.

"Master Jinn? I'm sorry to tell you this, but there is nothing physically wrong with you. I believe it's the strain you've been under lately. Why don't you try to get some rest?"

With a mumbled thanks, Qui-Gon left the healers. Nothing wrong with him!!!! Stupid Healers. He bet if he walked in with a blaster wound trough his stomach they would make him sit in the waiting room. There had to be something wrong with him. Why else would he be having these Sith spawned cramps!

Obi-wan was waiting to get her shots so she could go into the Agircorp.  The kindly healer Mro'fe came over.
 "It's about time. I bet if I had a blaster wound through my stomach you'd make me wait in line."

It was impossible to say at that exact moment who was more shocked, Obi-Wan or the healer. It was easier to tell who was feeling worse later. While healer Mro'fe was in her room watching her holovid, Obi-Wan was weeding a small garden for lipping off to a senior healer.

Obi-wan fought for her calm center as she pulled weeds. The really should be checking her mental status, not giving her chores for disobedience. Then again, when she'd suggested the idea, it had only extended her current chore. But, she honestly did feel like certain emotions weren't hers.

She'd felt it when she'd been working on growing the vine. Then she'd felt it in her last two encounters. Maybe that was why she wasn't chosen. She was mentally unstable and couldn't control herself.

Deep in thought, she didn't notice when she grabbed a hold of a stinging Vrettle with her bare hand.

"Stupid Plant!" Qui-Gon swore at the small plant he was transplanting in his apartment. Strange, plants usually made him feel centered. Right now, all he wanted to feel was loved, which was really strange because he made a practice of avoiding touchy, feely relationships.

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Qui-Gon Jinn was desperate to hide. Tonight had been the big initiate celebration party. And, he was sick of being hounded by different Masters. Finally, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, but he saw Mace getting up across the room to follow him. Talking to Mace in private would be worse than talking to him in a crowd.

"Up here." A voice floated to him from above.

Gazing upward, he could see nothing.

"Just use the Force, You can find it."

Feeling slightly idiotic, Qui-Gon reached out and felt the life form talking to him. Pinpointing its location, he jumped. When he opened his eyes, He saw he was in a sort of garden area for lichens and fungi. Why didn't he know of its existence?

 "This is Master Gh'tolg's garden. It's not exactly pretty enough to be incorporated with the general Jedi gardens. Maybe that's why I like it."

Obi-Wan. What was she doing up here? Qui-Gon settled down in a small crouch and watched Mace go by.

"It's only open at night," she continued, "otherwise it closes all the way up to seal in all the air. It's the only way they'll grow."

"I wasn't aware you took an interest in plants."

"I wasn't aware you were aware of my likes."

A silence reigned as they watched Mace pace back to the food hall looking for Qui-Gon.

"Master? Don't take Bruck as your apprentice. He's good, but…"

"But you'd rather I take one of your friends?" Qui-Gon asked in his best master voice.

"Am I that transparent?"

"No, it's just that once you throw a fight to make your friend look good, master's tend to watch you for that."

"Siri isn't my friend. I just knew she really wanted to be Master Gallia's apprentice. And Siri is more gracious when she wins than when she loses."

Qui-Gon was slightly shocked at her admission. To sacrifice for a friend was one thing, to do it for someone else was a different matter.

"You could have won and gotten the attention of a master yourself."

"I'm not going to get chosen. I'm just going to go to Agricorps."

"Does that mean you've resigned yourself?"

"It is the correct thing to do is it not? Sometimes, we must accept things as they are."

"Does that mean you no longer want a master?"

"It means that I know I cannot have one. You'd better go now. The speeches are going to be starting. They'll miss you if you're not there. Goodbye Master Jinn." With that Obi-Wan hopped out of her nook and went back to her room.

Pondering their conversation, Qui-Gon went back to the party.