Sneaking
Qui-Gon Jinn stood in a corridor of the Jedi Temple, conferring with Master Mace Windu on diplomatic issues and whatnot when an auburn-haired, blue-grey eyed Jedi toddler peeked around a nearby column and giggled. Qui-Gon looked around him, pausing his conversation.
"I know that laugh." he said, inwardly groaning. "Obi-Wan, come out here, please."
A bright-eyed, two-year-old youngling appeared from behind the column he had taken refuge behind and giggled again. Mace raised his eyebrows.
"A youngling?" he queried, a confused frown twisting his mouth.
"He's the one that formed a bond with me a while back. He must have sneaked out of the creche somehow." Qui-Gon sighed and knelt. The toddler ran right into his arms, and Qui-Gon swooped him up. Qui-Gon's eyes sparkled as he momentarily forgot that Mace Windu was standing right next to him. "Hello, little one." he said, tousling Obi-Wan's hair.
"Hewwo, Qui." Obi-Wan replied, laughing and ducking away from Qui-Gon's hand. Mace cleared his throat. Qui-Gon looked up and blushed.
"Um, right, uh, I should return this youngling to the creche. Nice talking to you, Mace." Qui-Gon shouldered past Mace and hurried down the corridor, holding Obi-Wan close to his chest. Once a safe distance away from the intimidating Master, Qui-Gon relaxed his death grip on Obi-Wan and started to scold.
"How in the universe did you get out of the creche, you naughty little boy?!" Qui-Gon asked, looking Obi-Wan in the eyes.
"Sneaked outta dere." Obi-Wan replied simply, shrugging his little shoulders.
"That wasn't honest, now, was it?" Qui-Gon asked, shifting the youngling to his hip.
"I wanded to see you."
Qui-Gon frowned, but then smiled. "How did you get past your creche Master?"
"He fell asweep."
"Oh, child." Qui-Gon hugged the toddler in his arms. "As long as your creche Master is asleep, do you want to go to the gardens?"
Obi-Wan nodded vigorously.
"The gardens it is, then." Qui-Gon placed Obi-Wan on his feet. Obi-Wan reached up to take Qui-Gon's hand, but was too short to reach the tall man's fingers, so settled for clutching the trailings of his robe instead. Qui-Gon smiled at his antics and bent over to allow Obi-Wan to slip his tiny hand into his large palm. They continued on, hand in hand.