So, I had an equal amount of requests for "Qui gets injured" and "saber class". I decided to do the injured one first because it sounded more appealing to me, but the latter will be up soon.

Trust

"Why, Qui? I wanna go with you," eight-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi asked the older Jedi, a disappointed look on his face.

"Because, little one, I didn't get permission to take you and this mission will be dangerous. I don't want you getting hurt."

Obi-Wan wiped his eyes. Jedi don't cry! he scolded himself, mentally punishing himself. Qui-Gon knelt and tipped the boy's chin up.

"I will come back. Trust me."

...

Chaos. Shouting. Running feet. Obi-Wan stood in one of the many hallways of the Jedi Temple. People rushed around him, shouting things at him that he didn't hear. All he saw was Qui, lying unconscious on a stretcher that was carried by two medics. His face was bruised and bloody, and his right arm was crudely bandaged with what looked like a torn peice of his cloak.

Obi-Wan ran frantically behind the crowd, trying to get through the people. He was too little and not strong enough to push through the hordes. Instead, he ran after them, wiping tears from his face and whimpering. Was Master Qui-Gon okay? Was he even alive?

The crowd cleared. Obi-Wan realized he was in the medcenter. Everything had been such a blur he hadn't even noticed where he was. Qui was in a bacta tank. A fresh stream of tears ran down his face. He hadn't even gotten to see if he was okay. He approached the nearest Healer, tugging on her sleeve.

"Master? Is Master Qui-Gon going to be okay?" he asked numbly, sniffling.

"Yes, child. Are you his Padawan?"

Obi shook his head numbly. "I hope to be."

"He was asking for you before he fell unconscious. You'd best stay here until he comes to."

...

Qui-Gon awoke, feeling groggy and sore. He rolled over onto his side and scanned his surrounding. A medcenter. Ugh. What had he gotten into this time? His eyes landed on two forms sitting in a chair. One was his favorite, tiny, eight-year-old Initiate. The other was Tahl. Obi was curled up in her lap.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, smiling at him.

"Tahl!" Qui cried, wincing as his chest tingled in pain. He must've broken his ribs, though he didn't remember much of the accident. All he remembered was an explosion and his ears bleeding. "How long have I been out?"

"You arrived here at 0600 yesterday, asked for Obi-Wan, then fell unconscious."

"What time is it now?"

"0800."

"Mm. How's Obi?"

"He hasn't moved. He fell asleep before I got here. I put him in my lap when I got here, 'cause there was only one chair. He didn't move at all." At that moment, Obi-Wan stirred and opened his eyes. He leapt up.

"Qui!" He ran to Qui-Gon and jumped into the bed.

"Oof."

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, little one."

"What happened?"

"I think it was an explosion. I don't remember much."

"Oh. You came back! I trusted you, and you came back!"

"I told you!" Qui-Gon smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"I'll see you later," Tahl said, getting up. She gave his hand a squeeze, then left.

"See you." Qui said.

"Qui?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad you're okay, and now I understand why I couldn't come with you."

"Good for you." Qui-Gon yawned, winced, then lifted his arm, inviting Obi-Wan to lay beside him. Obi-Wan agreed readily, and soon, the two were asleep.