A/N: Next chapter, hope you enjoy! Things have been crazy lately, i'm glad we got these written a while back otherwise I don't know what i'd do. Please review if you read, it makes me want to finish this story!
This chapter was written entirely by me, it's an Obi-Wan pov of sorts. Next chapter will be written entirely by my best friend. Review!
Disclaimer: I own Azah, Adali belongs to my co-author. Otherwise, it belongs to George Lucas.
Chapter 12- Run in
The door loomed in front of Obi-Wan, somehow seeming menacing in the face of all he'd been through in the past hours. He took a deep breath and let it out, punching in the entry code for the door. It hissed open, swinging in to reveal a black room, much to Obi-Wan's surprise. He'd expected Qui-Gon to have waited up, noticed he'd gone, something, but not this.
He pushed the door shut behind him and let out a long, slow sigh of relief. Once he'd composed himself, Obi-Wan moved into the sitting area. Concentrating on the darkness in front of him he entirely missed Qui-Gon, standing right in front of him until it was too late.
Bam! Obi-Wan ran head-on, right into his Master's chest. After a moment he squeezed his eyes shut then opened them, hoping to change what had just happened. No luck. He looked up, straight into the impassive face of Qui-Gon Jinn.
"Master!" Obi-Wan squeaked, hopping back a little bit. "What are you doing up?"
"I believe I should be asking you the same question Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon stated in his deep voice. He wasn't threatening but at the same time he wasn't apparently content either. Obi-Wan swallowed hard, hoping his master didn't hear. "I don't recall hearing you leave this morning." The tall Jedi said, moving off toward the kitchen as he did every morning.
"It was early. Azah, Adali, and myself went to meditate at sunrise." Obi-Wan answered, acting casual. He moved to sit at the kitchen counter, watching Qui-Gon begin breakfast.
"Meditating at sunrise. Hmm." He said, pouring two glasses of blue milk. "You're becoming more disciplined, I'm very proud of you."
Obi-Wan's heart fell. He was proud of him? Qui-Gon knew something, he had to. Why else would he be giving Obi-Wan the guilt trip? But maybe Qui-Gon wasn't guilting his padawan into a confession, maybe he truely was proud of Obi-Wan and was completely oblivious to the truth. Yes, and Chancellor Valorum was a Sith Lord.
"Thank you Master." Obi-Wan said, his tone less than heartfelt. He groaned inwardly, laying his head on the table in anguish.
"I'll have to speak with Masters Arlos and Ke'Sahndhran about the three of you meditating together more often. I feel it would be good for you all." Qui-gon smiled down at the back of his padawans head, stiring the mixture for this mornings flapjacks.
