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Chapter Three
Two weeks later….
Obi-Wan stood behind his bedroom door. He knew his master was in the other side sitting on the couch drinking tea and filling out paper work.
'Maybe,' Obi-Wan thought wildly 'if I am quiet enough he won't even notice me…' It was clear Obi-Wan was not thinking clearly, his master had the force, no matter how silent he was Jinn would know where he was.
Obi-Wan pressed the door panel and held his breath as the door slid open hoping his master would not look up. He didn't, Qui-Gon's eyes remained fixed on the paper he was reading, a slight frown on his face.
As quietly as possible, Obi-Wan began to walk to the door.
Each step was virtually silent but Obi-Wan couldn't help but think that each step was loud enough to be heard all the way to the council chambers.
Still Qui-Gon didn't look up, thinking that he may have somehow made it Obi-Wan (with his good arm) reached for the panel…
"Padawan, where are you going?"
Obi-Wan froze, dread seeped through him, and he turned slowly trying to look innocent.
Qui-Gon was looking at his Padawan eyebrows raised, sipping his tea.
Obi-Wan was not sure what to do. He couldn't lie to his master…
"Just down into the temple master…" he found himself answering knowing that Qui-Gon wasn't going to fall for it…
If possible the master's eyebrows rose even higher and he set his tea down. "Where in the Temple Obi-Wan?"
This time Obi-Wan could not help the look of dread pass over his face. He would have to tell his master…
"To-to the healers ward master…"
Qui-Gon's expression was impossible to make out. Though Obi-Wan knew he was battling inside.
"I thought we agreed that you where never going to get injured again." It was a rather ridiculous statement.
"Master, I don't remember agreeing to that. I just remember you screaming about how you where not taking me on any more dangerous missions and something about never leaving the plant again, and a bubble to keep me safe…" Obi-Wan stopped it was rather hard to remember what his master had yelled that day. "Oh and something about how clearly the healers where not doing a very good job if I have gotten injured 129 times and I am only fifteen."
Qui-Gon Jinn mumbled something under his breath that Obi-Wan couldn't hear, but he was pretty sure that it had something to do with incompetent healers. Obi-Wan had tried to tell his master that it was not the healers fault but his own. However Qui-Gon would not hear it, steadily believing that it was the healers fault that Obi-Wan was a walking disaster.
"Why do you need to go there?" The man asked looking his Padawan over as though he was going to fall over.
"Well master I think I should have this cast off. Not that I don't love having no mobility in this arm but…"Ob-Wan said reassuring his master with his sarcasm.
"I suppose you may go then, don't get hurt on the way." Qui-Gon said with a smile. Obi's Master may be crazy but he wasn't crazy enough to not allow his student to go to the healers if he needed it.
"Oh no master, I will just get the cast off and come right back!" The Padawan returned the smile before rushing out the door.
Once he reached the ward he checked with the healer at the desk and then waited for about ten minutes until Healer Ajia was able to remove the cast.
Obi-Wan smiled bending his wrist back and forth, testing it. "Thanks!" he said with another winning smile.
"You are quite welcome Padawan Kenobi," The healer said with a grin "and I don't think we will need to add this visit to the list."
Obi-Wan groaned "No thank you, my Master is already mad enough at the ward."
The healer laughed and Obi-Wan left the small room and walked towards the exit.
It was only then that disaster struck…
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