Hook, Line and Sinker

by Seraphena

Title: Hook, Line and Sinker
Author: Seraphena
Feedback: dark_seraphena@fuse.net Please? Suggestions are most welcome.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mace is hearing things.
Note: Line challenge from Emu, blame her. Hastily done and no beta because I'm trying to get other things done but this wouldn't leave me alone. Okay Emu I said more that just you being evil.
Genre: Humor
Archive: If you want it MA great. Anyone else just ask.

"Master, did you honestly think I would want to have sex with you?"

Stunned Mace Windu had to replay what he had heard. It sounded like.no he couldn't have heard it correctly. Straining his hearing to the best a Jedi Master could do he listened.

The rustle of cloth and the rubbing of leaves together. The sanctuary gardens are private, but not that private. Why have such discussions here? Why have such a discussion at all?

"Honestly padawan?" That was Jinn's voice alright.

"Have we ever been less than honest?" Padawan Kenobi, Mace reasoned from the cultured accent. There was no mistaking those very distinctive voices. One of the best Master/Padawan teams in the Order. The Council hoped that they would become one of the best Master/Knight pair once Obi-Wan past his trials. But there were rumors, unrepentant gossip that the relationship between the two was more than Master-Padawan. As the gossip went they were just waiting until Obi-Wan became a Knight to make it official. Any time the two returned to the temple the rumors started again. Could it all be wrong?

A sigh. "Honesty has always been our foundation. I find myself.disturbed."

Mace cocked an eyebrow at that. That doesn't sound good.

"Disturbed Master?" Another rustle of cloth.

"It's as good of a word as any. Last couple of months it seemed that every time we have returned from a mission people have been watching us." The calm delivery was familiar; one Windu was used to hearing in Council sessions. Getting comfortable he settled in to hear this thing out.

"I noticed as well." Patient agreement and a touch of frustration?

"Then there were the rumors and the questions." Tension laced the usually serene Master's word causing Mace to frown.

"At least you didn't have one of your friends ask if you were waiting till after your Knighting for the bonding ceremony."

The dark skinned Councilor smiled in amusement. It had been hilarious. Padawan Eren might have whispered the original question, but Kenobi's 'what?' could have been heard across the temple.

Someone coughed, more than likely smothering a laugh. "No I can't say any of my peers have been that."

"Blunt Master?" there was a sharper edge to the padawan's voice now.

"Yes, blunt." The sound of someone else sitting, larger, probably Qui-Gon. "I'm sorry if this situation has made you uncomfortable."

Cloth against stone? Evidently Kenobi was leaning against one of the pillars. "It doesn't matter Master. Is this why you asked?"

"I wanted to make sure."

Silence. Come on Qui don't loose your nerve now! Mace thought keeping the exasperation behind tight shields.

"I wanted to make sure that there was nothing behind these rumors." Said so fast he had to replay it several time to make sure he understood it correctly.

"I'm sorry Master." A soft swishing sound; hair maybe, the boy's padawan braid rubbing against fabric. "I just don't think about you that way."

"Good." Total relief echoed in those words.

"Good?" Kenobi seemed a bit surprised.

"While I find you to be a remarkable apprentice, and have faith that you will be an exceptional Jedi I just can't say that I see you as an object of lust."

Mace's jaw hit the floor. They were wrong and judging by the emotional current of frustration and tension causing more harm than good. Apart the two were good, it was combination of their skills that made them devastating.

"Any chance of us getting off planet soon?" Kenobi sounded tired and strained.

"That's up to the Council."

Moving as quietly as possible Mace stood and walked away. He mentally reviewed the list of upcoming mission. Surely there was something there that could give these two a rest not just from the difficult missions, but apparently from the Temple as well. We need Jinn-Kenobi as a team, if these rumor keep up there's no telling what might happen.

In the grove two men listen to the faintest sounds of the Councilor trying to slip away. Qui-Gon looked over at his apprentice with a fond smile.

"He's gone." The master said finally still reclining against his apprentice. The ginger haired younger Jedi just laughed.

"Do you think he took it?" he asked once he was able to control the laughter.

"Hook, line and sinker." Qui-Gon reached up and tugged gently on the long braid. Obliging Obi-Wan bent down close enough. A lingering kiss, full of passion and a promise of things to come later.