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Flashback-

A pair of Jedi sat infront of two large ferrasteel doors. One Master and one Padawan. Obi-Wan stared at the ceiling, counting the shiny gray ceiling tiles. His master leaned against the doors, his soft snores were the only sound in the hallway. Obi-wan grew bored of looking at the ceiling and decided he wanted to do something else to keep his little fourteen and a half year old mind occupied. He began to poke his master repeatedly. Qui-Gon stirred and turned to his absent minded Padawan.

"Yes?" he said trying his hardest not to punch in Obi-Wan's face.

"Master, why do we have to be here again?" Qui-Gon breathed in sharply as he tried to keep himself from exploding as he explained for the tenth time that day exactly why they were there.

"Because my dear Padawan, we act as peacekeepers while the treaty is looked over and signed by the ambassadors to make sure neither of the two shoot the other's head off. We are to remain outside till they are done and we are summoned to sign it as well, acting as proof of authenticity. Do you understand, now?" Obi-Wan nodded. Qui-Gon sighed and shook his head. Obi-Wan was a brilliant student and an excellent fighter, but it seemed when he was with his master and friends his brain would shut off and wander somewhere. At times he was sure he had the attention span of a Coruscanti rock slug, in other words,at times half-witted, but lovable. Still there were moments when he was sure Obi-Wan had amassed more intelligence than the entire Jedi Council. A tug at his hair quickly brought him back from his reveries.

"Ow, what and was the tug on my hair necessary?"

"Yes master, when I poked you, you ignored me. Do you have anything to eat. I'm starved." Qui-Gon slapped his face, growling fiercly.

"I thought I told you to eat BEFORE we came."

"I know Master, but I wasn't hungry then, I'm hungry now. Besides Master, a big guy like yourself must carry plenty of extra rations."

"Big, what do you mean big!" Qui-Gon reached out to grab Obi-Wan, who jumped to the side to avoid being caught.

"Master I didn't mean fat, though Master Yoda says you could stand to lose a few pounds" Obi-Wan began to sprint down the long hallway.

"Fat!I'll show you fat. Come here you!" Obi-Wan tripped and fell. Qui-Gon tripped over him and keeled over on top of him. Obi-Wan began to squirm trying to push his much larger Master off him.

"Master, get off me, you're crushing me."

"So Master Yoda says I'm overweight does he, what else did he say. You might want to start talking now I could sit on you all day." Obi-Wan continued to wiggle.

"Fine, he says you owe him forty credits and that one time when you, he and Master Windu were playing poker you lost everything but your underwear." Qui-Gon turned a bright crimson. In that moment of uncertainty Obi-Wan managed to wriggle out from beneath him and jump ontop of his stunned master. With the tables turned Obi-Wan decided it was time to take advantage of his embarresed master.

"So master, I ask again. Got any food?"

"Get off me and I'll give you something." Obi-Wan obligingly rolled off him. Qui-Gon grabbed him and pulled him into a playful headlock position. Obi-Wan tried to push away, but his master was to strong.

"Now my dear Padawan you are my prisoner and shall answer this final question. How does Yoda cheat at poker? I'm playing him again next Thursday, I need to know his secrets." Obi-Wan shook his head.

"No way, he intrusted me with his secrets, I can't tell you."

"Ob-Wan you know that there is no such thing as secrets between Padawans and Masters, so spill."

"Fine, he uses the Force to see which cards you have and to tell if you're bluffing. Will you let me go now, you're really hurting my neck." Qui-Gon laughed in triumph and ruffled Obi-Wan's spiky ginger hair. The two now had nothing to do. Seeing that there was probably another hour before they would be needed Qui-Gon decided it was time to get Obi-Wan a real meal.

"I think its going to be a while before they actually need us. Still hungry?" Obi-Wan nodded.

"Okay then, lets go get some lunch." Obi-Wan let out a whoop of joy and jumped up and wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon's neck, almost bringing them both down to the floor agian.

"Yes!Yes! Thank you! Come on, lets go!" The two gathered up their stuff and took off in an air taxi.They returned an hour and a half later clutching the bags holding the leftovers of their lunch. The ambassadors were not happy with them.

"Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi where have you been? We have been waiting for half an hour for you to get back." Obi-Wan muttered darkly under his breath. Qui-Gon sighed and apologized to the Correllian representitive. After signing all the necessary papers the two shook hands with the Correllian ambassador and took their leave of the stuffy government building. They boarded the shuttle to take them back to Coruscant. Obi-Wan took the seat by the window. He was tired from the long day.

"Master?" he said. His voice was very quiet so Qui-Gon had to lean in to hear.

"Yes Padawan?"

"Thanks" he whispered. Qui-Gon was confused.

"For what?" he asked.

"For everything." Obi-Wan said, closing his eyes as he drifted off to sleep.

"And I thank you for giving me a second chance at life. Thanks my Obi" Qui-Gon smiled, wrapping his arm tenderly around the soft sleeping form. He rested his head against the soft ginger hair, joining Obi-Wan in sweet dreams.

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo He jolted awake, his body coated in cold sweat. Obi-Wan could feel himself shaking, his breath coming in deep, rapid gusts. Why was he having thse dreams. Yes, he thought, those are good memories and probably under any other circumstance would be a pleasant dream, but why am I having them now? Why is it when I think of him, all I can think of is those good memories, why can't I see him as he is now. Oh why do you torment me in my sleep don't I get enough of this during the day. He heard footsteps and a soft knock on the door. Anakin came in.

"Are you alright Master Obi-Wan, I thought I heard you" Obi-Wan nodded, brushing his hand through his shoulder length hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just..just a ghost of memory"

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Dear readers I have a question ffor you, I have decided to incorporate romance into this fic and i ask what the readers would like to have. A Obi or Qui romance, but please this story is non-slash.