A/N: Ok, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were on a mission-that's what the beginning of
the story was-to Tatooine to usurp Jabba the Hutt because he was holding
someone prisoner. They were knocked unconscious, and made slaves. Watto
just bought them. I'll do this at the beginning of every chapter, just in
case you need it all summed up, if you find my story confusing, or because
you're a weird person who starts at the second chapter. Done now.
THANKS TO RENEE!!!! I LOVE YOU, MY FIRST REVIEWER!
Sorry, a little emotional there. I'd thank Mandy, too, but I forced her to review with a pointy stick to her head. And, I've owned her for going on four years now. Professionally speaking, of course.
OK, really done now.
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"I'm Anakin Skywalker." Both men bowed slightly in greeting, which reinforced his suspicion that they knew each other fairly well. Maybe relatives.
"My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is Obi-Wan Kenobi." Anakin bowed as they had to him, without really thinking about it. He learned customs quickly, and repeating gestures with people he'd never met was something he did on a regular basis.
"What skills do you have?" He asked them, hoping for a long response. Watto must have bought them in a hurry, because he was leaving so soon, so he might have overlooked if they could do anything useful.
"Well, I can-" the younger one, Obi-Wan began in a joking tone, and was cut off by the older one. Qui-Gon. Anakin repeated both their names in his head, trying to remember them. He hated to have to ask names twice.
"We can both make small repairs on most average machinery, droids included, we can pilot most ships, and we can clean. I can cook, too," He added the last almost as an afterthought, and Obi-Wan snorted at it.
"But Mast-but Qui-Gon, remember when you lit the kitchen on fire and tried to put it out with the-" His words were muffled, suddenly, and he stopped talking, but he couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. Anakin felt himself smiling, too. Wishing he had someone to make fun of.
"Alright, that's enough." Anakin made his voice hard, his face stern, even though Obi-Wan was probably older than him, and Qui-Gon really was. He'd been here longer. He was in charge. "I'm in charge here, under Watto. He's going to be gone a few days, and during that time, you answer to me. You're here for show, for the sake of owning slaves, and for menial chores that no one else wants to do." His voice softened. "It's going to be tough, and you probably aren't used to the level it will be at, but you have to do your best to survive. I'll show you around."
They walked slowly around the small (but recently added onto) shop. Anakin pointed out what they would be doing, what things they shouldn't touch unless they wanted to be electrocuted, and little tricks he'd picked up about how to clean what objects.
"You're going to have to learn to speak Huttese, eventually, but if anyone comes in, call for me. I'm the one who does the selling when Watto isn't around, and people know that. They'd swindle you, or refuse to do business." The men nodded. Suddenly, Anakin looked over at the chrono, then to the windows, where the first sun was about to set. "Well, I guess that's all for today. You'll be staying with me, alright?" They nodded, and spoke a few words in the affirmative.
The walk to the slave's quarters could not have been more silent, but Anakin could have sworn the two men were talking. About him, no less.
/.seems like he's bee./
Anakin jumped, and looked back to the two men. That had been Obi-Wan's voice!
"Did you say something?" They had since arrived at his quarters, and he pulled out the bed that hadn't been used since his mother had been with him.
"No. Why?" Qui-Gon seemed as puzzled as Anakin was, but about something else. Anakin always seemed to know when these things were going on between aliens who came into the shop, and he knew now that they really had been talking. In their heads.
~They must not be human, ~ Anakin thought to himself as he settled down on the couch, having given Obi-Wan his bed. He'd decided not to be rude to them. Somehow, he felt like they were old friends. He'd felt that way before, when two strangers had once come up to him and asked him for directions to Jabba's palace. It had seemed like he'd known them.
Anakin turned over, putting such thoughts out of his mind. He'd always been different. He'd even lost almost all of the friends he'd ever had, because of it. It was time to stop pretending, and start ignoring it. From now on, he would be just as normal as possible. No floating things, no doing anything spectacular except racing and fixing junk. Now that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were here, he couldn't be anything but an average slave.
He didn't sleep that night.
THANKS TO RENEE!!!! I LOVE YOU, MY FIRST REVIEWER!
Sorry, a little emotional there. I'd thank Mandy, too, but I forced her to review with a pointy stick to her head. And, I've owned her for going on four years now. Professionally speaking, of course.
OK, really done now.
***
"I'm Anakin Skywalker." Both men bowed slightly in greeting, which reinforced his suspicion that they knew each other fairly well. Maybe relatives.
"My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, and this is Obi-Wan Kenobi." Anakin bowed as they had to him, without really thinking about it. He learned customs quickly, and repeating gestures with people he'd never met was something he did on a regular basis.
"What skills do you have?" He asked them, hoping for a long response. Watto must have bought them in a hurry, because he was leaving so soon, so he might have overlooked if they could do anything useful.
"Well, I can-" the younger one, Obi-Wan began in a joking tone, and was cut off by the older one. Qui-Gon. Anakin repeated both their names in his head, trying to remember them. He hated to have to ask names twice.
"We can both make small repairs on most average machinery, droids included, we can pilot most ships, and we can clean. I can cook, too," He added the last almost as an afterthought, and Obi-Wan snorted at it.
"But Mast-but Qui-Gon, remember when you lit the kitchen on fire and tried to put it out with the-" His words were muffled, suddenly, and he stopped talking, but he couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. Anakin felt himself smiling, too. Wishing he had someone to make fun of.
"Alright, that's enough." Anakin made his voice hard, his face stern, even though Obi-Wan was probably older than him, and Qui-Gon really was. He'd been here longer. He was in charge. "I'm in charge here, under Watto. He's going to be gone a few days, and during that time, you answer to me. You're here for show, for the sake of owning slaves, and for menial chores that no one else wants to do." His voice softened. "It's going to be tough, and you probably aren't used to the level it will be at, but you have to do your best to survive. I'll show you around."
They walked slowly around the small (but recently added onto) shop. Anakin pointed out what they would be doing, what things they shouldn't touch unless they wanted to be electrocuted, and little tricks he'd picked up about how to clean what objects.
"You're going to have to learn to speak Huttese, eventually, but if anyone comes in, call for me. I'm the one who does the selling when Watto isn't around, and people know that. They'd swindle you, or refuse to do business." The men nodded. Suddenly, Anakin looked over at the chrono, then to the windows, where the first sun was about to set. "Well, I guess that's all for today. You'll be staying with me, alright?" They nodded, and spoke a few words in the affirmative.
The walk to the slave's quarters could not have been more silent, but Anakin could have sworn the two men were talking. About him, no less.
/.seems like he's bee./
Anakin jumped, and looked back to the two men. That had been Obi-Wan's voice!
"Did you say something?" They had since arrived at his quarters, and he pulled out the bed that hadn't been used since his mother had been with him.
"No. Why?" Qui-Gon seemed as puzzled as Anakin was, but about something else. Anakin always seemed to know when these things were going on between aliens who came into the shop, and he knew now that they really had been talking. In their heads.
~They must not be human, ~ Anakin thought to himself as he settled down on the couch, having given Obi-Wan his bed. He'd decided not to be rude to them. Somehow, he felt like they were old friends. He'd felt that way before, when two strangers had once come up to him and asked him for directions to Jabba's palace. It had seemed like he'd known them.
Anakin turned over, putting such thoughts out of his mind. He'd always been different. He'd even lost almost all of the friends he'd ever had, because of it. It was time to stop pretending, and start ignoring it. From now on, he would be just as normal as possible. No floating things, no doing anything spectacular except racing and fixing junk. Now that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were here, he couldn't be anything but an average slave.
He didn't sleep that night.