Scribbles
"Obi-Wan! What are you doing?!" Qui-Gon exclaimed as he stormed into his living room just in time to witness Obi-Wan complete a "beautiful work of art". All over the wall. "No-no!" Qui-Gon exclaimed, kneeling to pull the crayon from the youngling's grasp and to deliver several swats to the seat of his trousers.
Obi-Wan was extremely intelligent for his age, and knew why he had just been spanked, but he still didn't like it, and made his displeasure aware by crying. Loudly.
"Child, I didn't even smack you that hard." Qui-Gon said, tossing the crayon on the coffee table and heaving the youngling up onto his hip. The one-year-old screamed all the louder and flailed his hands around, hitting Qui-Gon's face repeatedly. "No-no!" Qui-Gon scolded, walking to the nearest corner and placing the upset youngling into time-out. "You can sit there for a while." Qui-Gon said, walking away to begin scrubbing the scribbles off his wall.
Three minutes later, Qui-Gon looked back at Obi-Wan, to find he had not moved from his position and it did not appear that he had turned around even once. Qui-Gon made his way to the corner, half expecting the toddler to be sleeping. What he saw, however, was an adequately subdued youngling, obediently sitting with his hands in his lap, staring at the wall.
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon said softly, crouching to sit on his heels a few feet away from the child. Obi-Wan stood and whirled, then ran into Qui-Gon's outstretched arms. Qui-Gon enveloped him in a hug.
"Sowwy, Qui." Obi-Wan apologized sorrowfully, burying his face in Qui-Gon's chest and twisting his little fists in Qui-Gon's tunic. Qui-Gon was surprised, for Obi-Wan did not speak that often, even though his vocabulary was extensive. He was an early talker as well as an early walker.
"It's alright, little one." He replied, standing with the child in his arms. He walked to the low coffee table and placed Obi-Wan in front of it. He then handed the toddler his crayon and gave him a piece of paper to color on instead of the wall. Qui-Gon returned to the wall to finish his task of removing the crayon marks. Seconds later, Obi-Wan appeared at his side.
"Wanna hep, Qui." he said, tears threatening to spill over again. Qui-Gon turned and smiled at the tiny child next to him.
"Just a minute young one, and I'll get you a cloth." Qui-Gon got up and returned momentarily, an extra cleaning cloth in his hand. He handed it to Obi-Wan, who wiped it against the wall. "Good job. Thank you, Obi-Wan."
"Yous welcome, Qui."
Fifteen minutes later, the crayon marks on the wall were gone, and Obi-Wan slept peacefully in Qui-Gon's lap, head resting against his chest. Qui-Gon slept also, leaning against the wall with robes drawn tightly around him and his charge, and hands wrapped protectively around the slumbering youngling.
A/N: I know, I know. Real original ending, right? Sorry, couldn't think of any other way to end it, and I love the sleeping ones.