Here's the next part. It is, not surprisingly, inspired in part by my Padawan, as is the next part, lol.
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Troublemaker, Part 6: It is Not Poison!
/Finally,/ Qui-Gon thought. He sighed in relief as Obi-Wan sat /quietly/ watching a holovid. Three weeks ago, Qui-Gon had been released from the scrutiny of the Healers. Three days ago, he had been informed that little Obi-Wan had caught a bad cold, and in order to prevent the illness spreading to other initiates, had been requested to take care of him until he was better.
Over the past three days, Qui-Gon had reconsidered his decision several times. Instead of the tired, sick, whiny child he had expected to deal with, Obi-Wan had never been more hyper, and Qui-Gon was about stretched to the limit chasing him about.
Unfortunately, it was time for another dose of Obi-Wan's cold medicine, of which Obi-Wan was not at all fond. Qui-Gon was extremely reluctant to mention it to him. Since the boy had come, the attempts to administer the healing potion had lead to five doses of the medicine, four cups of juice, three glasses of milk, two bowls of soup, and a bowl of cereal being spilled on the Master. He was running out of clean clothing and patience.
He crouched down beside the little one and adopted his gentlest tone. "Obi-Wan, time for your medicine."
Like a bolt of lightning, Obi-Wan was gone before Qui-Gon could blink.
"Obi-Wan! I am not playing this game again! Come back here and take your medicine!"
All he heard were footsteps scuttling to get away from the evil formula. Seeing Obi-Wan needed some persuasion, Qui-Gon knew he had to go after him, but he vowed he would play by his rules, not the child's.
Obi-Wan was running down the hall past the bedrooms. Qui-Gon saw him duck into the far room and followed, intent on capture.
When he stepped into the room, he did not see the boy. "Obi-Wan, I've had enough. Come out now and take your medicine. Just get it over with, or I will have to punish you."
"No!" Qui-Gon heard, then saw a blur shoot from under the bed back to the hall.
Anger boiled under Jinn's placid façade. Taking a deep breath, he held back his temper and proceeded to the kitchen, where he found Obi-Wan hidden beneath the table amidst the chair legs where the immense Master could neither fit nor reach. He crouched down so he could see the child in the wooden jungle.
"Obi-Wan, stop this nonsense at once and come out here," he demanded.
"Nuh uh, Masser, I not takin' no icky me'ecine!" the little boy shouted with his stuffy nose.
"All right, you leave me no choice." Qui-Gon began pulling out the nearest chair, ready to end this even if he had to crawl on hands and knees to get the job done.
This action immediately frightened Obi-Wan, who ran out the other side, bumping into one of the chairs. The chair naturally knocked into the table, and the table, of course, shook, sending the dose of medicine, which had been sitting on the table's edge waiting to be administered to a sick initiate, down upon the very displeased Master's head, making a total of six.
"OBI-WAN!" he roared.
By now, Obi-Wan greatly feared his Master's wrath and ran for the exit. Qui-Gon, however, not enjoying the prospect of further pursuit amidst the Temple halls, was one step ahead. When Obi-Wan attempted to leave, he found the way out was locked.
He turned to find Qui-Gon, seething with what he thought was anger, approaching. There was nowhere to go. "Please, Masser! I'm so sorry! Dun hur' me!"
Qui-Gon seized the boy, who immediately struggled to get out of his grasp. Without wasting another moment, he lay his hand on the initiate's forehead and sent a sleep suggestion his way strong enough to knock out all but the strongest-willed of Masters. Obi-Wan promptly went limp in his arms.
"That is much, much better," Qui-Gon said as he carried the little one to bed. He tucked Obi-Wan under the covers. Lingering a moment to look at the sweet, immature face, his heart ached. He did not want to hurt the child, but he did not want him to suffer because of his illness.
He took a moment to clean himself, then returned to the bedside with a final treatment for the boy. Making sure he had Obi-Wan firmly held, he woke him.
"I don't want you going to bed without your medicine, now take it." Qui-Gon held it in front of Obi-Wan.
"Please, Father, don't make me," Obi-Wan whimpered groggily.
"Yes, Obi-Wan, I want you to feel better. It will only take a second, and it will be over. If you had listened to Master Trajun when she told you to come in out of the rain, you wouldn't have gotten ill. She isn't like me to go chasing you all over."
Obi-Wan whimpered again but reluctantly opened his mouth and downed the horrible poison. He immediately wailed as if he had swallowed acid.
Qui-Gon placed his large hand on the boy's cheek and turned his weeping face up to him. "Shh, child, it's over." He thumbed his tears away. "Now, go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." Qui-Gon again tucked the little guy in and kissed his small forehead. "Sleep well." The conflict resolved, Qui-Gon left his little one to the healing quiet of slumber.
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Troublemaker, Part 6: It is Not Poison!
/Finally,/ Qui-Gon thought. He sighed in relief as Obi-Wan sat /quietly/ watching a holovid. Three weeks ago, Qui-Gon had been released from the scrutiny of the Healers. Three days ago, he had been informed that little Obi-Wan had caught a bad cold, and in order to prevent the illness spreading to other initiates, had been requested to take care of him until he was better.
Over the past three days, Qui-Gon had reconsidered his decision several times. Instead of the tired, sick, whiny child he had expected to deal with, Obi-Wan had never been more hyper, and Qui-Gon was about stretched to the limit chasing him about.
Unfortunately, it was time for another dose of Obi-Wan's cold medicine, of which Obi-Wan was not at all fond. Qui-Gon was extremely reluctant to mention it to him. Since the boy had come, the attempts to administer the healing potion had lead to five doses of the medicine, four cups of juice, three glasses of milk, two bowls of soup, and a bowl of cereal being spilled on the Master. He was running out of clean clothing and patience.
He crouched down beside the little one and adopted his gentlest tone. "Obi-Wan, time for your medicine."
Like a bolt of lightning, Obi-Wan was gone before Qui-Gon could blink.
"Obi-Wan! I am not playing this game again! Come back here and take your medicine!"
All he heard were footsteps scuttling to get away from the evil formula. Seeing Obi-Wan needed some persuasion, Qui-Gon knew he had to go after him, but he vowed he would play by his rules, not the child's.
Obi-Wan was running down the hall past the bedrooms. Qui-Gon saw him duck into the far room and followed, intent on capture.
When he stepped into the room, he did not see the boy. "Obi-Wan, I've had enough. Come out now and take your medicine. Just get it over with, or I will have to punish you."
"No!" Qui-Gon heard, then saw a blur shoot from under the bed back to the hall.
Anger boiled under Jinn's placid façade. Taking a deep breath, he held back his temper and proceeded to the kitchen, where he found Obi-Wan hidden beneath the table amidst the chair legs where the immense Master could neither fit nor reach. He crouched down so he could see the child in the wooden jungle.
"Obi-Wan, stop this nonsense at once and come out here," he demanded.
"Nuh uh, Masser, I not takin' no icky me'ecine!" the little boy shouted with his stuffy nose.
"All right, you leave me no choice." Qui-Gon began pulling out the nearest chair, ready to end this even if he had to crawl on hands and knees to get the job done.
This action immediately frightened Obi-Wan, who ran out the other side, bumping into one of the chairs. The chair naturally knocked into the table, and the table, of course, shook, sending the dose of medicine, which had been sitting on the table's edge waiting to be administered to a sick initiate, down upon the very displeased Master's head, making a total of six.
"OBI-WAN!" he roared.
By now, Obi-Wan greatly feared his Master's wrath and ran for the exit. Qui-Gon, however, not enjoying the prospect of further pursuit amidst the Temple halls, was one step ahead. When Obi-Wan attempted to leave, he found the way out was locked.
He turned to find Qui-Gon, seething with what he thought was anger, approaching. There was nowhere to go. "Please, Masser! I'm so sorry! Dun hur' me!"
Qui-Gon seized the boy, who immediately struggled to get out of his grasp. Without wasting another moment, he lay his hand on the initiate's forehead and sent a sleep suggestion his way strong enough to knock out all but the strongest-willed of Masters. Obi-Wan promptly went limp in his arms.
"That is much, much better," Qui-Gon said as he carried the little one to bed. He tucked Obi-Wan under the covers. Lingering a moment to look at the sweet, immature face, his heart ached. He did not want to hurt the child, but he did not want him to suffer because of his illness.
He took a moment to clean himself, then returned to the bedside with a final treatment for the boy. Making sure he had Obi-Wan firmly held, he woke him.
"I don't want you going to bed without your medicine, now take it." Qui-Gon held it in front of Obi-Wan.
"Please, Father, don't make me," Obi-Wan whimpered groggily.
"Yes, Obi-Wan, I want you to feel better. It will only take a second, and it will be over. If you had listened to Master Trajun when she told you to come in out of the rain, you wouldn't have gotten ill. She isn't like me to go chasing you all over."
Obi-Wan whimpered again but reluctantly opened his mouth and downed the horrible poison. He immediately wailed as if he had swallowed acid.
Qui-Gon placed his large hand on the boy's cheek and turned his weeping face up to him. "Shh, child, it's over." He thumbed his tears away. "Now, go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." Qui-Gon again tucked the little guy in and kissed his small forehead. "Sleep well." The conflict resolved, Qui-Gon left his little one to the healing quiet of slumber.