So, I was very disappointed that my poll didn't work out too well. I decided to write the next chapter anyway, but I would really like you guys to vote on the poll on my profile for the next chapter, alright?

Picture Day

All the crechelings from age 3 to 10 were lined up on the risers, standing in front of a photographer on the floor some feet away. All were standing quietly, which was a huge surprise to head Creche-Master Ali-Alann. Usually, it was extremely hard to get the 3 to 6-year-olds to stand still for this period of time, but maybe the promise of ice cream afterward had them glued to their spots. Master Qui-Gon Jinn stood nearby, watching for any wayward younglings.

Something was missing, he mused, scanning the neat rows of younglings patiently waiting for the holopic to be taken. Obi-Wan. Of course. The 6-year-old was nowhere to be found.

"Master Alann," Qui-Gon spoke up, stepping forward. He sighed. "Obi-Wan is missing. I shall go and seek him out." Ali nodded grimly, frowned, and waved a hand at the photographer to hold up. Qui-Gon took a deep breath and reached out with his senses, searching for the bright light in the Force that was Obi-Wan. Ah, there it is. Qui-Gon set out for the 6-year-old crecheling sleeping quarters, briskly walking down the hall.

He found the child curled up in his bed, covered fully by his blue blanket. Qui-Gon sighed, then took a deep breath. He never liked to scold the child, but it had to be done sometimes.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," he said sternly, placing hands on hips. Obi-Wan peeked out from under his covers, his eyes shining. He giggled, then dove back under the blanket. Qui-Gon sighed once more, walked forward, and pulled the blanket off. "Obi-Wan Kenobi, why are you hiding when you know it's picture day?"

"Don' wan' my pitchure taken," he replied, sitting up.

"Too bad, child. C'mon, time to go." Qui-Gon held his hand out, which Obi-Wan reluctantly took after sliding off his bed. Qui-Gon practically dragged the six-year-old back to the large room the rest of the younglings were collected in. Standing him in place on the second riser, he silenced the boy's whines with a stern glare.

"Okay, Master Alann, I believe we are ready," Qui stated, standing near the Master with his hands on his hips. "Wait...," Qui sighed. He took off after Obi-Wan, who had run off, giggling. Catching him about the waist, he lifted him off his feet. The boy kicked and squirmed, but did not succeed in escaping.

Qui planted him back on the riser and stepped away, keeping a sharp eye on the child. Turning to nod at the photographer, Obi seized his chance. Leaping off the riser, he dove for the doorway.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi!" Qui-Gon called, chasing the child. Obi whirled and placed his hands on his hips.

"Qui-Gon Jinn!" He mimicked, scowling.

"Hey!" Qui snatched up the defiant child and placed him rather firmly on the riser. "Stay there and smile." He ordered. Obi jumped downed again. Many escape attempts later, the younglings were getting antsy and Qui was running out of energy. "Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon looked him straight in the eye, "if you jump down one more time, I will tan your hide."

The boy's eyes widened. Qui picked him up and placed him on his riser once more. Obi stayed put. The photographer snapped the picture quickly and all the children were dismissed.

The Creche Masters came and collected their age groups, taking them back to there corresponding rooms for the promised ice cream. Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan by the hand and walked him out.

"Qui? I have too much energy. Let's go outside."

"Okay, little one." Qui-Gon sighed, knowing the child deserved a scolding, but he didn't have the heart. Instead, he took the child to one of the open air gardens, putting off the scolding until later. Let him Creche Master scold him later, Qui thought.

Obi-Wan ran all about, playing in the waterfalls and building castles in the sand that lined the water pools. Sooner than later, Qui was carrying a sleeping six-year-old back to his age room.

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I enjoyed writing this. When the muse speaks, I listen. And the muse told me: "write a naughty Obi story. He can't be an angel all the time." So, I was like, 'alright, whatever'. Hope you enjoyed!

And I know what I said about my poll, but it didn't work. So here are the choices for the chapter after the next:

Building a blanket fort

Qui going on a mission and coming back injured

Obi gets lost in the temple and Qui saves the day

Qui teaching a saber class

Please tell me what you think and want!