Title: Of Needles

Rating: G

Category: Humor

Summary: After recovering from a mission, Qui-Gon has to take Obi-Wan to the healers for those ever dreaded needles. Include fuzzy pajamas!

Disclaimer: I don't own any JA characters. I'm just having a bit of fun.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a humorous fic and if it isn't very funny, I apologize in advance. Please review!

This story is dedicated to Dark Samurai

Qui-Gon Jinn looked over to his padawan, who lay on the couch. While his fever had gone down quite a bit, he still slept a lot; much more than usual, and for Obi-Wan he slept more than most teens. Qui-Gon had a slight suspicion that the reason lay behind the amount of missions that the two take. As much as Qui liked silence he hated seeing his padawan like this; Obi-Wan had slept all last night and most the day without much of a sound.

The Jedi Master also had to take his padawan to the healers, for a couple of routine shots, and for some reason, unbeknownst to Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan had to be awake. As Qui-Gon had found out before, waking a male teenage padawan from a deep sleep had two results. One, waking the boy would have no effect at all, or two, it had a disastrous result. Qui-Gon, did not like either choice.

He stroke Obi-Wan's ginger hair, whispering softly. "Padawan, you have to wake up now."

Obi-Wan didn't say anything, but instead made some kind of noise between a grunt and a moan. Qui-Gon couldn't help but to allow a small smile creep across his face. "Come on, Obi, you have to go to the healers now."

"I don't wanna go. They poke you and stick sharp objects in you, and make you drink nasty. I don't wanna go and I'm not going," he whined as he pulled the covers over his head.

Qui-Gon suppressed another smile that threatened to come out; his padawan was indeed getting better, especially if he could whine like that again. "You have to get up now padawan and that's an order," Qui said sternly trying to keep the aggravation and laughter from his voice.

"I don't wanna."

"You have to."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

'Gods,' thought Qui-Gon as they continued, 'we're fighting like two year olds.' "You're getting up and coming to the healers. You need those shots!" Qui-Gon immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. He muttered something obscene under his breath.

"I'm not getting any sharp objects prodded into me! No!" Obi-Wan whined, the covers still over his head.

"Obi-Wan, you are acting like you are two years old, please stop."

"You were fighting with me, then so are you," came Obi-Wan's voice of reason.

Qui-Gon mentally kicked himself. 'Why did his reasoning come only at times like these?' "Padawan," he began, "You have exactly three minutes to get up and get dressed, and if you are not cleaned up and dressed within three minutes, I will use whatever force I deem necessary to bring you to the healers."

One minute passing by….

One more minute…

Then three minutes total…

Qui-Gon walked into the room and saw his padawan with the covers still over his head. The large man sighed. It was time to do what he said he would do.

He took the covers off of the boy, and to no surprise, the boy was fast asleep once again. Qui shook him gently. "Obi-Wan, we are going now."

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and saw the stoic face as he dragged Obi-Wan up and put him across his back. "Master!" Obi-Wan whined. "Put me down! I can walk! Please?"

His master did not speak and carried him out of the room to the Healers. Qui-Gon knew that the boy was not enjoying this; he was getting stares from everyone they passed by, and it didn't help that Obi-Wan was wearing fuzzy, light blue pajamas with spaceships on them. Qui-Gon tried as hard as he could to keep the smiles off the face, but there was a slight twinkle to his eyes.

When they reached the healers Qui-Gon put Obi-Wan down. "I hope I never have to do that again," Qui-Gon said very seriously.

Obi-Wan looked down at the floor, his face a brilliant shade of red, "Sorry Master."

"Now, we just have to wait for the needles," spoke Qui-Gon, his voice betraying nothing, yet Obi-Wan had a feeling that his master was laughing at him. "And if you have a problem with the healers giving you a couple routine shots, I could always just sing a little tune."

Obi-Wan paled, his crimson face was gone; his master couldn't carry a tune to save his life. "Well Master, I wouldn't want everyone in the temple to die, I'm sure it might even kill Master Yoda."

A/N: I know it's rather short, but it seemed like a good place to stop. Please tell me what you think, what you really think. I'll even accept flames calmly.

Whaddya think? Should I write another humor fic?