Title: Ultimate Drabble Challenge 7 Week 2

Genre: Drabbles

Characters: Qui-Gon, Obi-wan, Anakin, Palpatine, Dooku

Summary: Even Jedi have bad days and issues.

Healthy

"It will be good for you," said Qui-Gon while trying to offer his young Padawan a glass of green liquid that looked revolting to the young teen.

"I don't think pureed Dagobah vine snapper would be healthy, Master," replied the boy, who then coughed into his sleeve.

"Hmm... It is either this or Bant experimenting on you." The older man made a show of tasting the concoction with a sip and even he made the briefest of grimaces. Obi-wan gave him a doubting look in return.

"I'll take my chances with Bant."

"Suit yourself, Obi-wan."

Injured

Obi-wan stared confoundedly at the little bipedal reptoid as it hopped around the starship. "What could possibly be so bad about it, Master?"

"You've no idea," Qui-Gon replied in the most deadpanned voice Kenobi has ever heard him speak in. "The last time I encountered one of these, my master and I spent a month cleansing the Temple of an infestation."

"Master, surely you're not considering killing it? It's only an animal."

"It is a plague."

It gave Qui-Gon an injured look.

"Then its a cute one and you've hurt its feelings."

"Gizka!"

Sick

"Do I have to?" whined the blonde boy before he gave an awful sneeze that sent his braid swinging.

"Yes, Padawan," Obi-wan replied and held out the tiny cup with a purple liquid. "It's either this or taking my master's concoction instead." He smirked a little at the irony and the memory of when he had been sick. "Trust me, this tastes much better."

"I dunno." Anakin eyed the medicine dubiously before reaching out and taking it from the older man. He drank it and made a face reminiscent of a sick rancor. "Yuck!"

Stressed

"You don't sound so good," stated Qui-Gon as he and his former master stood in the Temple gardens. "Was your last mission that bad?"

"You've no idea."

"I thought it was a simple peace talk between trade worlds?"

"So did I," answered the older man. He sat down on a nearby bench and ran a hand through his hair. "But someone neglected to tell me that shouting was customary in discussions. If you weren't shouting, you were not worth listening too."

"That explains your voice," empathetically replied Qui-Gon.

"I need a vacation."

Frustrated

"It's not fair," complained the tall Jedi Knight as he paced back and forth across the crimson carpet of the Chancellor's office. "How can I be on the Council and not be a master?"

"It is clear that they do not believe you are worthy." The Knight paused to look at his friend and mentor, the frustration and anger clear in his eyes despite his best efforts to control them.

"They don't trust me."

"It is dark times indeed when the Jedi cannot trust their own."

"They don't trust you."

"As I feared."