The Negotiator

Obi-Wan frowned, arms folded over his chest and foot tapping an insistent rhythm on the floor. Instead of lecturing him on the Jedi merits of patience, Qui-Gon replied to his apprentice with a gutteral snore, sounding more like a drunken wampa than a refined and dignified Jedi Master.

And normally, Obi-Wan wouldn't have minded. It was rare for his Master to sleep in, letting him sleep in by extension. Sometimes he even enjoyed the few hours of quiet in their apartment. But not today, of all days. The universe enjoys its irony.

Because Qui-Gon had promised that today was the day he could try out the new training droids developed by one of the Temple's top engineers. They were cloaking droids, designed so the user had to fully immerse themselves in the Force to sense their position.

And Obi-Wan had been working non-stop for weeks to get a chance and Qui-Gon finally thought he was ready. So why, on today of all days, was his Master so insistent on sleeping in?

"Masterrrr..." He whined, trying and failing to hide his annoyance. "C'mon you promised. At this rate, they'll all be claimed and I won't even get to use one! C'mon Master pleasseeee..."

No response, other than another rattling snore. Obi-Wan huffed, thinking over his options before deciding that he was desperate enough to try.

"Master, if you wake up, I'll do the dishes for the next two weeks! And I won't even complain, honest!"

With that, Qui-Gon's pale blue eyes snapped open. He sat up and began pulling his hair back into its customary ponytail, stifling a giggle at the sight of his startled padawan.

"Good morning, Obi-Wan. Are you ready to head to the gyms?"

"Masterrrrr!"

A for Effort

Anakin burst into the common area with a bright smile and a spring in his step. He'd gotten up before his alarm and gotten dressed, double checking to make sure all his tabards and layers were in perfect order without even having to be told. It was going to be a great day!

Or, that's what he thought until he looked around their rooms and realized that his Master wasn't there. He checked the chrono on the wall, making sure that he had the time right. It was 7th hour, normally Obi-Wan would be there, awake and smiling and telling him to drink all his milk.

Confused, Anakin padded back down the hall and peeked into his Master's room, only to find Obi-Wan passed out in bed, still sleeping. It was a very strange sight; the neat and orderly Knight still dressed in yesterday's clothes, looking like he'd barely gotten to his bed before crashing onto it.

Anakin frowned, trying to find a solution. Obi-Wan had promised he'd help him test the new fighter that he'd finsihed repairing. And he couldn't imagine why anyone, let alone his Master, would be anything but excited at the chance to fly with him in a rebuilt fighter.

Oh, I know what he needs! Anakin thought, and he ran out to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Obi-Wan sniffed, stirring slightly as his senses reoriented the world around him. Someone had made coffee. Very strong coffee. Incredibly strong and incredibly dark coffee and just the thought of it made Obi-Wan sit up and stretch.

"Yay, you're up! Let's go fly!" Obi-Wan dragged his still tired brain to the foot of his bed, focusing on Anakin, who was clutching a steaming mug and grinning from ear to ear.

Obi-Wan smiled warmly, amused and grateful for his Padawan's ingenuity. "Good morning, Anakin. First breakfast, then we'll go fly. Okay?"

"Okay!" Anakin handed him the mug, excitement pouring off of him in scattered waves.

Obi-Wan took a long sip and nearly choked, barely remembering to conceal his reactions at the last second.

"Did you make the coffee all by yourself, Ani?"

The boy shook his head. "Sort of. I didn't really know how, so I called Master Windu and he said you took it with eight sugars. Did I get it right?"

Obi-Wan smiled, mentally cateloguing all of the many things Mace had sworn he'd exact revenge for, and took another sip of the horrendous coffee.

"Just right, Anakin, thank you. I think it'll keep me up for a very long time."

Aggressive Negotiations

Ahsoka stamped her foot, not even bothering to be quiet at this point.

"Master, get up! The council is briefing us in ten minutes and I am not gonna be late because you decided to laze around in bed!"

She'd only been a padawan for a month after all; why couldn't he understand how she wanted to make a good impression on the council? Her Grand-Master was on it for Force's sake!

Anakin groaned and waved her off, rolling over and falling back asleep while mumbling something that vaugely sounded like "Five more minutes."

Ahsoka threw up her hands and stomped out of the room. "Fine!" She grumbled, dropping her shields and projecting every bit of exasperation she had. "But I warned you Skyguy, no more playing nice."

When she returned and found her Master still sleeping peacefully in bed, she went straight to his side and upended a basin over his head.

Icy water splashed everywhere: all over the bed, the floor, the blankets, and all over him. Anakin jumped up and brandished his saber, searching around wildly for the threat- only to find Ahsoka standing a few meters away laughing her ass off.

Anakin growled, which Ahsoka took as her cue to leave the room, and subsequently, the apartment.

When they finally showed up to the council briefing, ten minutes late, a still soggy Anakin stormed in, chasing his Padawan straight into the chambers.

He stopped and turned a bright scarlet, realizing where she'd led him and that the entire Council now knew what his pajamas looked like.

"Good morning, Anakin. Ahsoka." Master Obi-Wan offered, trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

Anakin groaned. It wasn't even eighth hour and he was already getting a headache.

"If you say so, Master."