I Didn't Mean To
He'd dropped it. The dumbest way to lose it. He'd dropped it. And now he was empty-handed, preparing himself to face the wrath of his Master when he found out that Obi-Wan had lost his life. By dropping it down a shaft. The dumbest way possible, in the eighteen-year-old's mind. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan braced himself and knocked on the door to his Master's room abaord the ship they were occupying on the way back from a mission. The door opened revealing the giant of a man.
"Obi-Wan? What ever is the matter?" Qui-Gon placed an arm around the boy and guided him to sit on the bed. "What is the look on your face supposed to mean?"
"Master, I," Obi-Wan paused and took a breath. "I lost my lightsaber!" he blurted, putting his head into his hands.
"Oh, you mean this lightsaber?" Qui-Gon asked, withdrawing a silver-black tube from the folds of his robe. "I saw you drop it." Obi-Wan looked up.
"What? How?"
"I was down the shaft you dropped it down, seeking peace and quiet," Qui-Gon replied. "Very nearly fell on my head."
Obi made a grab for the weapon. Qui-Gon pulled it out of reach. Curse my shortness! Obi-Wan thought viciously.
"Obi-Wan, this weapon is your life. Try not to lose it." Qui-Gon handed the saber back to his apprentice.
"I didn't mean to!" Obi-Wan protested.
"I know, but don't lose it again." Qui-Gon ruffled Obi's hair.
"Yes, Master."
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