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Apprentice  Archive
Here's How We Solve *That* Problem
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Archive: M_A
Category: Fic challenge response, Humor, non-QG/OW implied
Warnings: none except possible spew. Although the characters are still Padawans, they are both 18, not underaged.
Challenge:
10 points if caught by your master
20 points if sent to the healers
30 points if caught by a council member
50 points if you receive disciplinary actions by the
council
100 points if you include all of the above.
Master Yoda's eyes narrowed in disapproval, his ears lowering as he leaned forward on his staff to confront the two Padawans before him.
The two young men shuffled their feet awkwardly, staring at their boots, their hands clasped behind their backs as they awaited the punishment they knew was coming. It was bad enough being the focus of Master Yoda's unrelenting attention, but the rest of the Council had turned out for the disciplinary session as well, probably out of curiosity, considering the circumstances.
"Experimenting you were."
The Padawans both flushed, their faces stinging with heat. One could be kind and call it "experimentation." One could also be honest and call it "giving in to hormones at the wrong place and time."
"In the zero-g room."
Well, it had seemed like a good idea at the time, and they had been curious.
Was it their fault their Masters had decided to come looking for them?
And found them?
Naked in mid-air?
And decided to teach them a lesson by restoring the gravity without warning?
Yes, they supposed it *was* their fault, all things considered. But they had already been through the "you're eighteen, not twelve. You're supposed to set a better example than this for the younger Padawans" lecture from their Masters, and they hoped Master Yoda wasn't going to repeat it.
The Healers had managed to stop giggling long enough to heal their bumps and scrapes from crashing to the floor. The scars formed by sheer humiliation would take longer to fade.
"What say you, hhmm?"
"Sorry..." Both of them mumbled, scuffing their boot-toes against the floor. "It won't happen again."
There was a quiet snicker from somewhere behind them.
"Kitchen duty you will both serve until notified. Go!"
A lighter sentence than they had expected, but perhaps Master Yoda knew that the embarrassment had been a more than adequate lesson.
As soon as they were outside the Council Chamber, the two Padawans stopped and looked at each other.
"That does it," said Qui-Gon, rubbing the raw patch of healing skin behind his ear where his braid had once been and glaring at his companion. "When I become a Knight, I'm growing my hair long so there's more than just a little skein to hold onto, and maybe I can keep it all on my head!"
"Forget that," Mace snorted, rubbing where his own braid had once been attached. "When *I'm* Knighted, I'm going bald!"
I think the only one I didn't work in was being caught by a Council Member, but I'm writing this on the fly (ehm... so to speak...), so it's not as polished as it could be.