A/N first fic! What fun… I only have claim to the plot. I own nothing of Star Wars. If I did Obi-Wan would never grow a beard-let alone a mustache! AAHH!
So this is for all the other sadist fan girls out there. Yeah! So on with the Obitorture story plot thing! Ooh what fun!
/Handy Dandy Coconut Powder/ metal telepathy/bond thingy
Handy Dandy Coconut Powder thoughts
"Handy Dandy Coconut Powder" speech
Obi-Wan was sitting at a table in his portion of the apartment that he and his master shared looking over briefing details for their next mission. Normally His master would have told him to stop going over it by now, they would be fine, little did he know his Master's silence was because he was unknowingly preparing for his first solo mission. Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile as he looked out at his padawan. Obi-Wan worked so hard, and now it was finally paying off. The boy would soon become the youngest senior padawan in the recorded history of the Jedi. His master of course had gone through great pains to make sure that this accomplishment was kept secret, he couldn't wait to see how his overly modest protégé would react to the shock which everyone but him had seen coming. He thought his acting was quite good actually when it came to keeping this from his padawan.
/ Is everything alright master/
/yes…why wouldn't it be padawan/
/ Oh… I don't know… you just normally tell me to "stop worrying about it" by now/
/Do I/ Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow at this. He really hadn't noticed that.
/yes master/
/hhmmm, fancy that/ okay, so maybe my acting isn't that great after all Qui-Gon mused.
/Padawan/
/Yes Master/
/Stop worrying about it already/
Qui-Gon smiled as he was rewarded with a laugh from the other room.
/Yes Master/ came the reply of a padawan merely following a long-standing tradition. Obi-Wan sighed exasperatedly. Something about this information-something about this mission- felt wrong. He couldn't explain it. It was fairly easy for one, escorting a princess from a remote planet into the core. Nothing that would require him and his master. Why weren't they sending someone else? It didn't make any sense. Obi-Wan couldn't shake the feeling that somehow he was just missing something. He put down his data pad and let out a breath to dispel his frustration. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just except that no one was going to tell him anything else- he shouldn't need anything else. He ran a hand through his spiky ginger hair and took another deep breath. It did him no good to get agitated over something he couldn't change and had no control over. Just then the comlink beeped bringing him out of his reverie.
"Kenobi"
"Good you're there. We need you and your master to report to the council immediately"
"We'll be there….." was the confused reply, but the transmission had already ended.
/Master they need us….to…meet the council…/
Confusion was evident in his padawan and Qui-Gon had to double check his shields to make sure the boy wouldn't think something was up then responded
/When do they want us Obi-Wan /
/Now Master/
/Then we won't disappoint will we/
/Of course not Master/ came the very confused and slightly agitated response.
As the pair walked out of the door Obi-Wan was quiet, though that was not unusual for the boy, his master thought there was something more to his silence then usual.
"Obi-Wan talk to me. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing"
" Remember what was 'nothing' last time?"
Obi-Wan ducked his head, blushing furiously. Last time it was 'nothing' he had forgotten something it had been part of ritual that he couldn't remember and he had wound up doing some sort of Flamenco dance on a table at the senator's daughter's wedding.
"I have a bad feeling about this mission Master…"
"Oh?" Qui-Gon suddenly had to work very hard to mask his feelings of panic that threatened to overtake him. His padawan sensed danger on this mission? The hair on the back of his neck prickled. This was not good. Not good at all.
"Yes Master I feel like we're missing something. Like we're not being told something that will be very important."
Qui-Gon relaxed as he realized the youth beside him was only sensing this because it was true. Nobody had told the boy that this would be his first solo mission. They weren't telling him something important. It was nothing to worry about.
"I'm sure you'll have nothing to worry about Obi-Wan, It'll be fine" Qui-Gon said in reassuring tones.
"Of Course it will be Master" came the dutiful reply of the ginger-haired teen.
If his master said everything would be alright then he would believe they would. Qui-Gon could tell though that by his students posture that his reassurances hadn't really alleviated any worries, just convinced Obi-Wan that once again he was wrong. Oh how that boy desperately needed a confidence boost. It was just what he was going to get at this meeting. The aging master could only hope it was taken the right way by his padawan. Obi-Wan had tendencies to underestimate himself and his accomplishments, and for some reason it was like he had never felt worthy when anyone complimented him. They would always receive a blush and a mumbled "not as good as so-and-so". Much to his chagrin Qui-Gon could never break his protégé of that habit. Even so his master did have to admit, it was kind of cute in a highly impractical way.
Qui-Gon broke from his reverie as the door to the council chambers opened.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"I…I-I what?" gasped the shocked ginger haired form, eyes wide with surprise.
"Do you think we should rethink our decision" asked a highly amused Mace Windu. He had seen a few different responses, but never like this.
"N- Ye-Uh…I Ju- umm…."
Despite all his best efforts Qui-Gon had to smile. His normally eloquent padawan was now reduced to an embarrassed sputtering young boy. He decided he better help his student before he got himself into too much more trouble. After all it was partially his fault, he could have warned the boy. Qui-Gon walked over and put a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
/Here's some wise advice/ The master was acknowledged with a glance from his student.
/Yes Master/
/Shut up/ That comment earned Qui-Gon a wide-eyed stare from his protégé.
"Knew this would be entertaining I did. Especially when a surprise Qui-Gon said it was. Glad I brought my holocamera I am" the old green master said calmly, knowing it would bring the flustered apprentice's attention back to the council.
"You didn't!"
"True it is. Good blackmail it will make" Yoda said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
All Obi-Wan could do was gape as the master continued to make decidedly un-Jedi like comments.
"You wouldn't!"
"Priceless the look on your face was"
That left Obi-Wan speechless as the masters in the room were using all of their self control to keep from bursting out laughing and even then some were failing.
/You are aware that you are redder then a Jhigan fruit right now aren't you/ Qui-Gon calmly informed his appalled apprentice.
/How could you do this to me/ was the humiliated response he got.
/Come on. Obi-Wan, don't tell me you weren't expecting this/ Master Jinn said exasperatedly
/Fine! I won't! You know I wasn't! Or at least you should/ Qui-Gon laughed at the grumbling reply he got.
"Fun this is but down to business we must get." Obi-Wan was almost sure he was going to faint with relief that the subject had been changed from him to the mission.
"Right" Mace Windu took over "In light of Obi-Wan's recent promotion" he paused and snickers were heard around the room. Obi-Wan hung his head to hide his flaming cheeks.
"Obi-Wan will be going on his first solo mission"
Obi-Wan's head snapped up. He turned to his master.
"So this is what you weren't telling me?"
"Yes padawan. That was all, you're very observant to have noticed it. It'll be fine!"
"Yes Master" but it was said without conviction.
Mace looked from master to padawan and back again with worry, but continued the briefing.
"You will be escorting a senator's daughter from Kalaksta to Couroscant. It should be fairly simple. Do you understand the mission, senior padawan Kenobi?"
"Yes Master Windu."
"Good. You will leave tomorrow morning."
A/N Alright, well this first chapter was going to be angst so I was listening to Keane 'cuz I thought they'd be good for that but it turns out mellow british music gives me the "No Good, Good For Nothing, No Reason Happies". So yeah, this one's more happy-go-lucky. There should be angst in the next chapter. If something (say typo's or such) bother you let me know I'll go through and fix them. Also, If someone randomly finds a desperate desire to beta something PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know because I would know just what to do to help out! hint hint nudge nudge thank you all so so much. Don't forget to review!
