Author's Note: I again don't own Star Wars…Still wish I did though…Thanks to MuggleBuddy for the review. This one's for you!
"Obi-Wan…"
What is that voice?...
"Obi-Wan…"
It's really annoying… Why can't it leave me alone?...
"Obi-Wan Kenobi pay attention!"
Obi-Wan Kenobi snapped to full attentiveness. He sat in the Jedi archives in one of his many mundane lessons on the history of the Jedi Order. A padawan of 17, he was focused on other things…such as the test he would face in the coming weeks.
"Are you listening, young Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master," he said with a sigh. He attempted to focus on his datapad, but his mind continued to wander. He thought of the test and of how proud he would be to pass it. He shook his head. Arrogance is a path to the Dark Side. That was one place he never wanted to go, not even to think about. He focused again on the Master and his seemingly endless rambling on…
"Jedi Master Sifo-Dias was one of the greatest Jedi ever to live…"
He would be a great Jedi…
"He was an advocator of peace and harmony…"
He would bring peace to the galaxy…
"…fell to the Dark Side…"
Never… I would never…
"…awaken…"
Sleep…
The next thing Obi-Wan knew was he was cleaning the whole of the archive room by himself for sleeping during a lesson. He couldn't help it, it was so warm and comfortable, and whoever made those chairs was really good…
"Fall asleep again, padawan?"
Obi-Wan stiffened. He knew that voice well. The weight on every word, the hidden knowledge in the voice…
"Master Jinn, it's an honor, sir."
Qui-Gon stepped out of the shadows. "You know that Master Windu does not like it when students fall asleep during his lessons." He walked over to the bucket half-filled with sudsy water. "With a mop? That seems so… barbaric. Need a hand?" To Obi-Wan's great surprise Qui-Gon proceeded to dunk the mop in the water and clean the floor.
"No! No, Master, allow me. I am being punished…"
"Nonsense. Do you know how many times I have been placed in your situation? No, no, I know just how it feels. Now, go get another mop and we'll have this done in no time."
Obi-Wan did and as they cleaned Qui-Gon began to speak.
"Looking forward to your test?"
"Oh, yes…" Obi-Wan said absently.
"What are you thinking of, padawan?…"
"Oh, nothing…" Obi-Wan said quickly, getting back to work.
"You dream of battles and glory, don't you?"
Obi-Wan looked at the Master in disbelief. "How did you?..."
"Your face is simple enough to read. Tell me Obi-Wan, how is your lightsaber combat?"
Thrown completely off-guard he said, "Not bad."
"Let's test it then." Qui-Gon picked up his mop and held it in front of him like a sword. "Come on, let's see what you can do."
Obi-Wan stared for a moment then, without warning, charged. They parried and thrusted, Qui-Gon landing glancing blows, while Obi-Wan struggled to keep up. The dance continued for several minutes, the sound of wood against wood as the beat to which they moved. The dance halted when Obi-Wan landed his first, and only, blow.
"Good show! Good indeed…"
The voice came from no where. There was the sound of wood on steel as Master Yoda emerged from the same shadows that had hid Qui-Gon.
"Master!" Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon both exclaimed. They both rambled apologies in amongst bows.
"Sorry you need not be. Impressive that was…"
"I believe I must retire to my quarters," Obi-Wan said hurriedly, "Good night." He bowed to each and left.
Yoda watched him leave. "Clouded his future is… watch him we must for strong he is."
"I believe I will take him master," Qui-Gon said almost instantly.
"Planned this you have?" asked Yoda knowingly.
"Yes. I believe I will do the boy some good."
"Maybe do some good for you he will." Yoda chuckled and left Qui-Gon standing in the chamber alone with a smile on his bearded face.
"Yes, maybe he will."