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Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi spend a relaxed evening together after months away from the Temple on missions. If you read JA, I figure that this could be after Xanatos and a few more missions immediately after that episode. SMALL ADDITION and a little extra editing.

Chapter 2

Obi-Wan woke to the gentle peals of a windchime. He stretched and wandered out into the livingroom.

There, he found his Master sitting on the floor, humming and surrounded by pictures. He wasn't sure, but the man looked slightly wistful. For some strange reason, Obi-Wan thought that his Master was almost melancholy.

"These haven't seen the light of day for so long," Qui-Gon muttered to himself under his breath. He looked up, then, and smiled at Obi-Wan.

"Good morning, Master," Obi-Wan said. "The windchime sounds nice from my room."

"Good morning, Padawan. I only like this particular windchime. It isn't too high-pitched," Qui-Gon replied cheerfully. He got up from the floor and propped the picture that he'd been looking at on the couch. Obi-Wan saw that it was a painting of a star system. Qui-Gon started gathering the rest of the pictures together.

"Those are really pretty. Can I look at them?" Obi-Wan asked. He didn't see the surprise and pleasure that flashed across Qui-Gon's face at the words, because he was tilting his head to look at a sketch of a city. "Where did you get this, Master?"

"I drew that, Padawan." Qui-Gon started laying out the pictures again.

Obi-Wan looked at the man in his turn to be surprised. "It's beautiful. I didn't know that you're an artist. What about the others? Did you do all of them too? How about this one?" Obi-Wan indicated a painting of a stalking kitten about to pounce.

"Yes. All of this was done by me," Qui-Gon said. He couldn't help the abashed smile that appeared on his face.

"Master, can we put them up on the walls? Please?" Obi-Wan asked, looking hopeful. His Master seemed inordinately pleased at his suggestion. He couldn't think why. It was almost as if he wasn't expecting it. Maybe his art had been criticised before, by someone whose opinion he'd valued. Obi-Wan thought. He didn't suppose that his Master's reaction had anything to do with Xanatos, but he prayed that it hadn't.

"I'll go get some more frames. You can pick out the ones you like the most, and we'll decide and hang them up together.

"I was going to put those two in my room." Qui-Gon nodded toward the painting of the star system, and the portrait next to it. "So don't choose them." He smiled at the question that was about to burst from his Padawan, and answered it before it ate the boy alive. "Yes, that was my first Padawan." He looked at Obi-Wan and offered, "if you can stay still for long enough, I could do one of you too, later."

Obi-Wan nodded eagerly. "I'd love that, Master."

Qui-Gon left the livingroom but quickly returned with more frames. During his absence, Obi-Wan recalled that he had seen the hooks up on the wall yesterday but had been to tired to wonder what they were there for.

He looked around and noticed that the squat chest that served as a low table was open and a smattering of curious, handmade and elegantly beautiful objects were scattered around it. Tissues that had been used to wrap the objects were strewn amongst them, and he could smell something funny coming from the chest.

Obi-Wan guessed that his Master had collected the curios during his travels. Perhaps some were gifts from close friends. The smell was probably to deter any insects from destroying them whilst in storage.

They would look pretty around the apartment, Obi-Wan thought. He could see a few niches that some of the objects would fit into perfectly, but he hadn't a clue whether his Master would want to put his belongings out in the open or not. They seemed to have been stored for a very long time.

Qui-Gon rested the frames against the wall next to the two frames already there, then joined his Padawan amidst the pictures laid out on the floor. "Are you rrready vor zome zecorrrating?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down comically. He was looking forward to choosing the pictures together with his Padawan.

"Alvays rready, szir," replied Obi-Wan, grinning back at Qui-Gon.

"Whose was that kitten, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, making as much as he could of the change in his Master's mood and looking forward to hearing more about his Master's past life.

"He belonged to Sech, a gardener's son on Ragan VIII." Qui-Gon smiled at the memory of that planet and the little kitten. He looked at Obi-Wan who was still listening attentively. From the feeling across the Master/Padawan bond, the boy really did want to hear more.

"That little rascal was remarkably like you, Padawan." Qui-Gon began. Obi-Wan nodded in anticipation and settled down to listen. "Forever hungry, he was. See the tail? He was an impatient little thing. He tried to pounce on everything, including me. I could only manage to sketch him because he was persistent if nothing else and stalked everything and anything continually. At the time, I was a newly-made Knight.."

The End.

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