A/N (from under the pile of blankets in the bedroom): I own nothing in this except for the story line, and unfortunately this blasted flu (and fortunately Elanor) that gave me the idea.
Qui-Gon knocked on the door to his Padawan's quarters. "Obi-Wan, are you up yet? I thought we were going to head down to the obstacle's today," he said. All Qui-Gon received was a muffled sound that resembled a Wookie. Opening the door, his eyes came upon a large mound of blankets on the floor next to the bed. "I didn't quite catch that. What'd you say?" The sight of a large mound of fabric made it hard not to laugh.
"I'm not going. Don't laugh, please, Master. I'll start coughing again…" Obi-Wan raspily answered, peering through a hole just large enough for one eye to peek through. Moments later, a coughing fit emerged from the hole followed by a pained addition to the statement, "…like that."
The older Jedi smiled and sat down on the bed. "Alright," he told the shifting pile of cloth. "We don't have to go today."
"Sith-blasters! I'm stuck," Obi-Wan spat out when he fell onto his side.
"Padawan, watch your language."
"Master," the boy started sheepishly. "Can you help me up?"
"Heh, of course, my boy. Of course." Qui-Gon reached for the hand he saw creeping out from the edge. Their hands locked and Obi-Wan pulled before his master could get a proper footing to pull up. The man fell gracefully onto the pile and twisted around to get to solid flooring. He never made it that far. "Obi-Wan, stop squirming."
Several moments seemed like many hours as both Jedi twisted and turned trying to free themselves from the blankets. "I'm stuck, too." Qui-Gon finally stopped moving underneath the growing amount of blankets, and the lack of motion ontop of Obi-Wan forced him to stop as well. "I'll call for Tahl," the master said after a minute.
"What can I do for you, Qui-Gon?" Tahl's smooth voice came through the commlink.
He sighed. "Obi-Wan and I are…well…Can you come to Obi-Wan's quarters?"
"Alright, I'm on my way."
Minutes had passed and Tahl strode calmly through the open door. She could only laugh when she saw both Master and Padawan trapped like bugs in a spider's net. "And I suppose you need my help to get you both out?" she asked. They nodded. "Sorry boys," she responded playfully. "You two are on your own."