Title: Jedi Temple Training - Servitude
Author: Me :o)
Rating: G
Archive: If WAAS wants it, WAAS can have it. Anywhere else, please ask. I probably won't say no.
Feedback: Absitively
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: This is seriously un-beta'd. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimers: waves hand in Jedi-like fashion I'm /not/ the author you're looking for....heh ;o) Yes, yes, George own's em. I'm just playing.
Summary: Nic gets a lesson in servitude... Part 3 in the Jedi Temple Training Series.
"I knew that the Jedi served the Republic, but this is ridiculous."
"Oh hush. It could be worse. We could be cleaning the spaceport refresher stations with toothbrushes."
The colour from Nic's face drained and her arm stopped in mid-motion. The dripping paintbrush nestled in her fingers threatened to fall. With a nervous glance around the room, she peered at Obi-Wan and hissed, "SHHH! Not so loud! You'll give Master Yoda ideas! You just gotta know he's listening somewhere."
"Oh relax. Master Yoda won't enter into it if we can get this done."
Nic's jaw dropped. Around her, the drop cloth pooled in decorative eddies, splashed with half-dry, pale-blue paint. The wall of the training salle had been re-plastered and she was now applying the finishing coat of paint. Behind her, Obi-Wan's best friends Bant and Reeft, were hauling away all the dust and debris while Obi-Wan was putting the finishing touches on the ceiling.
"Now, watch that paint brush, or we'll have to smuggle you another tunic." Obi-Wan added, nodding towards the drips, which were now perilously close to Nic.
Snapping out of her trance, she grinned evilly and looked up at Obi-Wan on his perch. She waited for Bant and Reeft to clear out. As soon as they were alone, she dipped the brush into the bucket and prepared herself.
"Oh, Obi-Wan," she said sweetly.
"Yes?" Obi-Wan turned.
As soon as she had a clear shot, she splattered him with the paint. The shocked expression on his face made her giggle. With a mischievous look, Obi-Wan reached out and lifted the bucket with the Force. Before he could dump it over his apprentice's head, she reached up and pulled him down on top of her.
Pale blue paint rained down on both of them as they fell to the ground in fits of laughter. They rolled around, trying to coat the other in as much paint as possible before the giggles subsided and they lay panting, wrapped in the drop cloth in a tangled heap.
"See what happens when you try to show off your 'sabre moves to impress girls?" Nic said, poking Obi-Wan in the ribs.
"Yeah. It works, doesn't it?"