Chapter: Three. In Transit
Author: Taulaes
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or any of the associated characters. The character in this part of this fanfic that is my own creation is Naedre Onga. I am not George Lucas and I do not profit from this fanfic.
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Qui-Gon caught up with his distraught Padawan. Obi-Wan had stormed off with out realizing what direction he was going in and was now heading away from the clothes' fitters. "Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon began to talk.
"No, Master. Don't talk to me. You tricked me. I cannot talk to you right now. Let's just go to the clothes' fitters and be done with it," Obi-Wan said with an exasperated sigh.
"We would do that, Padawan, except that you are not going in the direction of the clothes' fitters. If I'm correct, you are heading toward the refreshers. We want to be going that way," Qui-Gon pointed.
"I meant to be going toward the refreshers. I have to pee," Obi-Wan said.
"Obi-Wan, I only needed to know that you needed to use the facilities, not what you were going to do there. That was too much information," Qui-Gon said.
"Now, stop talking to me, please. I told you, I'm not talking to you right now, Master," Obi-Wan exclaimed.
There was silence as they walked the rest of the way to the refreshers. Qui-Gon knew that he Padawan was lying and didn't really have to pee, but he'd humor him. They arrived at the refreshers and Obi-Wan tried to open the door, but found that it was locked. "Looks like you'll have to wait to pee, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said.
With a sigh, Obi-Wan said, "I realize that, Master. Now, I will say it only once more; don't talk to me."
Qui-Gon shrugged and turned away from his Padawan. A few minutes went by and the refresher door opened. Out of the refresher walked a young Padawan. She was around Obi-Wan's age and a look of surprise and joy lit up her face when she saw Obi-Wan. "Obi-Wan! Remember me? It's Naedre! Have you gone to the clothes' fitters yet? I mean, you need three new sets of Padawan robes," Naedre said, while tackle-hugging Obi-Wan to the ground.
"Augh! Get off me!" Obi-Wan yelled, while pushing Naedre off him.
Naedre jumped up and waved. "Well, I got to go. Have fun in the refresher, Obi-Wan! See you, Master Qui-Gon Jinn," Naedre said.
She skipped off, humming some song joyfully. "Well, Padawan, I believe you've made a new friend today," Qui-Gon said, "Now, go to the refresher."
Obi-Wan grumbled something inaudible and entered the refresher. He didn't really have to go, but he didn't want to admit to his Master that he had been going the wrong way. "I'll just have to stay in here for a short while. Oh, I can't believe that Qui-Gon would be so deceiving. And what's up with that Naedre Onga? Why does she feel like she needs to torment me? First she beats me in sparring. Then she's a part of a plot against me. And just now she tackled me to the ground! What next?" Obi-Wan said exasperated.
From outside the refresher, Obi-Wan heard his Master ask, "Obi-Wan, are you talking to yourself? That's not normal. Now, come on, we have to go. I know you don't really have to go pee."
Sulking, Obi-Wan exited the refresher. "I'm still not talking to you, Master," Obi-Wan pointed out.
With a shrug, Qui-Gon led the way to the clothes' fitters. The correct way there. Not another side trip to the refreshers. Which Obi-Wan was thankful of. He really didn't want to be caught talking to himself again.
END OF CHAPTER THREE