Obi-Wan's First Thanksgiving
CHAPTER 2
"What?! I can't believe it!"
Mace Windu was sitting on Qui-Gon Jinn's couch watching a game similar to an ancient game of football. At his outburst, a young boy turned his attention to the dark skinned man sitting there, looking like he was about to punch the holovision.
Obi-Wan then stood, supporting himself on the side of the couch.
"Look at his arm! His ARM!" The jedi, not being his cool collected self, slammed a fist on to the table which shook his lightsaber slightly. That caught the boys eye and he smiled happily to himself.
"Mace? What's the matter?" Qui-Gon walked out of the kitchen and into the common area, just in time to see Obi-Wan reach for the lightsaber.
"MACE!" The big jedi ran to the little initiate and took the saber from him.
"What?"
"You were supposed to be watching Obi-Wan!" He said flashing his eyes toward the other.
"Well he was fine just a minute ago. Ummm, Qui-Gon."
"WHAT?"
"Look. . . look."
Qui-Gon turned around and saw Obi-Wan's face droop and his eyes tear up. But what really got the master moving was the fact that the boys lungs seemed to be bottomless pits as Obi-Wan kept inhaling.
"No! Obi-Wan it's okay, don't cry."
Suddenly the two elder jedi put their hands to their ears as the boy screamed bloody murder.
"No Obi-Wan it's okay. Here look." Qui-Gon held a stuffed bear in front of him but the boy yelled louder.
Looking around, Qui-Gon noticed how Mace was just sitting there.
"Well don't just sit there, HELP ME!"
As the other jedi stood, he got his legs tangled in a blanket and he fell, flat on his face.
"Ouch! Damn it!"
A noise came out of Obi-Wan and the little boy rubbed his tears and went to jump on the fallen master.
"No!" Mace yelled and tried to get up, but he wasn't fast enough.
Obi-Wan didn't obey the command, and as fast as he could run without falling he ran an shot his arms up into the air and. . . .jumped.
Qui-Gon laughed and shook his head.
"You get what you deserve."
"This is what I deserve? You're a little harsh don't you think?" Mace said as he stood, bringing the laughing initiate with him.
"Yep, you should have watched him better."
"Yeah well not like you were any help."
"I was making lunch and, it's done." Qui-Gon said then put up a hand to stop his friend. "Let me set the table first."
"You mean," he stopped and looked at the child in his arms "you're going to leave me with. . . this!"
"Sure, why not? Or, cant you handle him?" Qui-Gon asked with a smirk.
"It's not that I cant handle him, it's just that ouch!"
Qui-Gon was just about crying with laughter as he saw Mace wrestle with the boy who, like he could with Qui-Gon, found no hair on his head so he went for the next best thing. The ears and nose.
"Qui-Gon please help me!"
"Well, I'm surprised you can let an initiate fool you. Usually masters are smart enough to realize they like to pull on the nose and ears when no hair is present."
The jedi had finally got Obi-Wan away from his face and held him at arms length.
"Ha ha very funny."
Qui-Gon smiled at Obi-Wan, who laughed.
"Well, you can sit him in his lift chair while we get ready to eat."
"That's the best idea you've had in a long time Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and followed Mace into the kitchen.
~TBC~
CHAPTER 2
"What?! I can't believe it!"
Mace Windu was sitting on Qui-Gon Jinn's couch watching a game similar to an ancient game of football. At his outburst, a young boy turned his attention to the dark skinned man sitting there, looking like he was about to punch the holovision.
Obi-Wan then stood, supporting himself on the side of the couch.
"Look at his arm! His ARM!" The jedi, not being his cool collected self, slammed a fist on to the table which shook his lightsaber slightly. That caught the boys eye and he smiled happily to himself.
"Mace? What's the matter?" Qui-Gon walked out of the kitchen and into the common area, just in time to see Obi-Wan reach for the lightsaber.
"MACE!" The big jedi ran to the little initiate and took the saber from him.
"What?"
"You were supposed to be watching Obi-Wan!" He said flashing his eyes toward the other.
"Well he was fine just a minute ago. Ummm, Qui-Gon."
"WHAT?"
"Look. . . look."
Qui-Gon turned around and saw Obi-Wan's face droop and his eyes tear up. But what really got the master moving was the fact that the boys lungs seemed to be bottomless pits as Obi-Wan kept inhaling.
"No! Obi-Wan it's okay, don't cry."
Suddenly the two elder jedi put their hands to their ears as the boy screamed bloody murder.
"No Obi-Wan it's okay. Here look." Qui-Gon held a stuffed bear in front of him but the boy yelled louder.
Looking around, Qui-Gon noticed how Mace was just sitting there.
"Well don't just sit there, HELP ME!"
As the other jedi stood, he got his legs tangled in a blanket and he fell, flat on his face.
"Ouch! Damn it!"
A noise came out of Obi-Wan and the little boy rubbed his tears and went to jump on the fallen master.
"No!" Mace yelled and tried to get up, but he wasn't fast enough.
Obi-Wan didn't obey the command, and as fast as he could run without falling he ran an shot his arms up into the air and. . . .jumped.
Qui-Gon laughed and shook his head.
"You get what you deserve."
"This is what I deserve? You're a little harsh don't you think?" Mace said as he stood, bringing the laughing initiate with him.
"Yep, you should have watched him better."
"Yeah well not like you were any help."
"I was making lunch and, it's done." Qui-Gon said then put up a hand to stop his friend. "Let me set the table first."
"You mean," he stopped and looked at the child in his arms "you're going to leave me with. . . this!"
"Sure, why not? Or, cant you handle him?" Qui-Gon asked with a smirk.
"It's not that I cant handle him, it's just that ouch!"
Qui-Gon was just about crying with laughter as he saw Mace wrestle with the boy who, like he could with Qui-Gon, found no hair on his head so he went for the next best thing. The ears and nose.
"Qui-Gon please help me!"
"Well, I'm surprised you can let an initiate fool you. Usually masters are smart enough to realize they like to pull on the nose and ears when no hair is present."
The jedi had finally got Obi-Wan away from his face and held him at arms length.
"Ha ha very funny."
Qui-Gon smiled at Obi-Wan, who laughed.
"Well, you can sit him in his lift chair while we get ready to eat."
"That's the best idea you've had in a long time Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes and followed Mace into the kitchen.
~TBC~