A/N: And here is the revenge of the poor abused Padawan from the previous chapter. Beware, this one is pretty OOC, much like the previous chapter in fact. This is dedicated to anyone who's been in the afore-mentioned situation be it for college or something else, and who's always wanted to get their tormentors back!

Part Four: Best Served Cold

Qui-Gon sighed as he trudged along the corridors alone. He supposed he had no one to blame but himself for his predicament. But that didn't make him feel much better. He was still smarting from the lightsaber handle that connected harshly with his right temple. Didn't that Knight have enough training to know that things like that could kill someone if they weren't careful?

Then he wondered if that wasn't the point of her smashing it into his skull. He couldn't tell. Things were getting rather fuzzy since the bonk on the head. Perhaps he had a concussion coming.

All he knew was that since his Padawan's first successful solo mission, the one that promoted him to Senior Padawan status, the boy had had it in for him. He didn't know why. All he knew was that in Obi-Wan's warped mind, he had a serious score to settle with his Master. Something had happened to turn his gentle and logical Padawan into this new murderous lunatic.

Qui-Gon walked on, contemplating a new and effective punishment for the little imp. Something cruel and unusual would do…

1 hour ago

"Master, where are you taking me?" Obi-Wan asked suspiciously.

Qui-Gon shrugged. "Show a little faith, Padawan. Would I lead you wrong?"

The boy did not answer, but sent a glare in his Master's direction that could make lesser men cry. Qui-Gon wrote it off as leftover stress from a high maintenance mission. It was supposed to be a simple mission, mere negotiations and slight body guarding during these talks. But as things do, especially with regards to Obi-Wan, unforeseen circumstances complicated matters. But now his Padawan was home safe and sound.

He led his young student down to the halls where classes were held. He could feel Obi-Wan's growing curiosity and impatience. They would have to work on that, again, at a later date. Now was not the time.

They stopped at the astrophysics lab where Qui-Gon told Obi-Wan to open the door. Puzzled but obedient, the Padawan did so, revealing a party within. All of his friends were there with their Masters in tow.

"Welcome back, Obi-Wan!" Aarmandas grinned, his wings fluttering in excitement.

"What's all this?" the confused Padawan asked. Bant laughed at her best friend.

"It's for you, Obi. For your success in your mission."

"It's no big deal," he mumbled as he entered the room. Char'nea scoffed at him from where she stood by the cake.

"Maybe not to you, Mr. Smarty Pants, but it is to us. Not everyone gets to be a Senior Padawan before age 20."

Obi-Wan flushed slightly. He knew that was true, that there was a reason there hadn't been a Senior Padawan his age for centuries. But even as he knew what an accomplishment it was, he didn't feel like it was. His teachers said he was unusually talented, but his Master treated him like he would never be sub-standard. Instead of praise for his accomplishments, the lessons only got twice as hard.

In a way he was glad for his anal Master. Too much praise would make for a lazy and proud Jedi. And by giving Obi-Wan harder and harder lessons, it showed the Master's trust and faith in him. Something he had worked tirelessly for ever since he was a 12 year old Initiate, desperate for the Master Jedi's tutelage.

As of late however, he had been rather… well… he wasn't quite sure what one would call it. Mentally deranged beyond all reason seemed to be a pretty good description until he could find a better one. Normally he would be overjoyed at the sight of his Master loosening up a bit, but this was a bit over the top.

And when he said a bit over the top, he meant a complete embarrassment to his very existence.

"Yes, Padawan, you deserve this party. Relax and enjoy it." Qui-Gon's hand sat upon his shoulder in support. "This is your night."

Obi-Wan saw his friends' hidden smirks and sensed their amusement. Ah, so they still remembered that bear hug in the hangar did they? And he supposed they wanted to see a repeat if only because they hadn't laughed so hard since a visiting dignitary mistook Master Yoda as a toddler last year. The memory of the lady grabbing a hold of the small Master and hugging the breath out of him still brought a tear of laughter to every witness's eye.

Unfortunately for them, he had no wish to be used as a plushy just as Master Yoda had no wish to either. He suddenly had more sympathy for the small Master where before he would join his friends in their mirth.

No, today he would not become the victim again.

Today he would have his revenge.

And it would be sweet.

"Master?" he asked with bright innocent eyes.

Qui-Gon looked down at him with the suspicion of a bird to an oncoming air speeder. He would never know what hit him. "Yes, Obi-Wan?"

"Did I really do an acceptable job on my mission?"

"Of course, Padawan. I would not give credit where credit is not due." The Master still had no idea.

"Then may I sleep in my bed tonight?" The question was asked with perfect wide-eyes innocence and honesty. It caught the Master off-guard, rendering him silent for a moment. A moment was all it would take.

Obi-Wan took the opening.

"Yes, Master. And breakfast tomorrow? May I have that as well? I know it's a lot to ask for, but…"

"Obi-Wan, what are you talking about?" Bant asked, confused evident in her large silvery eyes. "What do you mean, 'can you eat breakfast?' Don't you eat breakfast every day?"

He shrugged as though she were merely talking about the weather. "Well when I do well in my studies or a mission, or course."

"So you don't…" Fa'lyn looked confused with this turn in conversation. Obi-Wan merely shrugged again. His friends could take it from here without much trouble.

"I always wondered why he always ate so much as lunch," Char'nea whispered to Reeft.

"Maybe it's a training technique?" Aarmandas wondered.

"You… don't sleep in your… I mean…" Reeft's large eyes grew even larger as the implications of this turned in his mind.

"Master Jinn, he doesn't sleep in his bed?" asked Tahl dangerously. The shell-shocked Jedi Master was still too confused to put up a good case for himself.

"But… last night, sure he slept on the couch, but that's because he fell asleep there. And…"

"And the nights before?" asked Torin, Sahkie's Master.

"Is this not normal?" Obi-Wan intervened, still using his large blue-green eyes to his advantage as they widened innocently. "But I'm just a Padawan. It's not like I deserve frivolous things. I must learn the hardships of life now, because when I'm off on my own missions for years at a time on a desert world, it's not like I'll have any supplies." He hoped he wasn't laying it too thick.

"Qui-Gon Jinn, what have you been telling this boy?" Tahl demanded, her blind eyes narrowing into lethal slits.

"I… uh…" finally he began to understand slightly what was going on. This was another of Obi-Wan's latest attempts to get back at him for whatever Qui-Gon did in his little warped Padawan brain. He stared down at the little imp whose large eyes widened slightly. He knew the moment he had been found out.

"Padawan, when I get my hands on you," he growled, neither the proud dope nor bewildered fool. He was the fierce anal Master and if that boy knew what was good for him…

"What was that?" demanded Tahl, clenching her fists. Ever since her rescue by the pair years ago, she had been fiercely protective of Obi-Wan. To hurt her little Obi-Wan was to incite her mother bear instincts. It was remarkable how accurate a blind woman could be when she was angry.

And to Qui-Gon's mounting horror, his student's ocean colored eyes, the ones that moved females to incredible feats, were filled with tears.

But ha! Tahl was blind! She would not be able to see those crocodile tears! Unfortunately, under the watery gaze, Qui-Gon felt his own resolve beginning to wane. But he was still safe.

"M-Master?" Obi-Wan whispered brokenly, one lone silvery tear tracing its way down a cherubic cheek. "I'm sorry. I…" then another tear down the other cheek.

The boy was good.

"Oh, Obi-Wan!" cried Fa'lyn wrapping him in her winged embrace. Qui-Gon checked Tahl real quick. She looked royally pissed, but as of yet not… well… seeing red. He was safe. "Don't cry," the Angel pleaded.

Oh Sith.

The blow came from nowhere, as swift and deadly as a serpent. When Qui-Gon next opened his eyes, it was to see the ceiling and the strange but beautiful stars that revolved around it.

He sat up numbly, blinking about stupidly. Was that a hangover beginning or was it a concussion?

The boy fought dirty.

And if Qui-Gon could only remember why, he might be able to think up an appropriate punishment.

"You brute!" Torin accused him, her light green Twi'lek tentacles twitching menacingly. Qui-Gon wondered vaguely when her identical triplet sisters entered the room to stand beside her.

"What in the name of the Force…" Qui-Gon mumbled absently, rubbing the swiftly growing lump on his head. He looked over to his student for an answer. Something told him that the Padawan was the key to this somehow.

Obi-Wan, meanwhile, had a shocked expression on his face, amazed at the power he wielded in faking a few tears. This result had not been expected in the least. And it appeared that if his Master eventually remembered who he was and why he was sitting there on his butt, Obi-Wan wouldn't live long enough to try out his new-found ability.

"Um… Tahl…" Qui-Gon tried, looking at his unforgiving best friend. She pointed to the door; rather impressive yet again for a blind woman.

"Out!" she ordered.

Slightly offended as he knew where the door was, the battered Master stood up. "Tahl, if you would just…"

"Be gone! I do not want to see you right now!"

"But Tahl, you can't…" he was silenced by a great shove through the Force which sent him violently toward the door. Obi-Wan only stood and watched. His Master appeared to be coming around to his senses after the blow and he wanted to wait till the Jedi cooled down somewhat before returning to his quarters. A little cowardly he supposed, but he who lives and runs away…

"Here, Obi-Wan," Sahkie gave his friend an extra large piece of cake. "Eat up."

"You can take the rest home with you too," Reeft said. "Me and Bant made your favorite."

The Padawan took a bite and sighed in pure heavenly bliss. "My mouth will be thanking me for the rest of my life," he smiled. "It's your ultra-thick, triple chocolate, gain 80-pounds-in-one-serving cake, Bant. I love the two of you."

Everyone chuckled at his moment of rhapsody. It was no secret to anyone in the Temple that Obi-Wan's one true weakness was chocolate. And for it to be Bant's secret recipe… it was no wonder the addicted Jedi was in the state he was in. Not even Bruck bursting in could ruin his moment of true nirvana.

Four hallways away, one Jedi Master was not so blissful. The group of 10th Year Initiates who had the misfortune of passing him were frightened out of their minds by the muttering Master who appeared to be more than a little… unhinged.

Qui-Gon paid the Younglings no mind as he stalked home, rubbing the large lump on his head.

His little imp of a Padawan would pay.

Oh, yes he would.

End Part Four

A/N: When me and Laura came up with this, we had Obi going way over the top. But as I was writing it, I figured to at least TRY to keep people semi realistic… ok, so it's not like they're realistic anyway… eh, whatever. I've had some requests for scenes and people. Anyone else have ideas for me?

Trivia Time!

Just to see what else my readers are into, I've decided to ask some trivia about different things. The question for today is: Finish this sentence: 'Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will...' What movie is this from? Who said it?

Review Time!

Rae of Rosemary: lol I'm so glad you liked it! Do you have any special scenes or ideas you'd like to see? I'd be happy to do something!

Blank: Siri would be fun to do. Unfortunately, I can't remember much about her. Could you give me some info on her? Hmm… Obi and his lightsaber in a cantina… -writes that down- ok, cool!

Shadowcat15: Don't we all?

Banksie: Well, here's the answer to your question! Enjoy!

Bookworm85: Aw, give you roomie a pat on the head for me. If it makes them feel better, my roomie already thinks I'm nuts and I don't even have to read anything to her. Unfortunately, my cousin thinks she's now too cool to brainstorm with me during sleepovers, but just by being her she inspires me : ) Do you have any ideas or scenes you want to see?