Negotiations
by Jayde Amali
/ All right I've a challenge for you fic writers. And fic-wanna-be-writers.
/ And I-can't-write-but-I-have-this-ideaers.
/
/ Write a story, any length, which uses the following items and follows the
/ below rules:
/
/ 1. Spaceship - *not* as the setting.
/ 2. Something furry. Anything furry, sentient or not.
/ 3. Qui-Gon cannot call Obi-Wan *anything* other than Padawan.
/ 4. The Force must be used to further the plot. Or non-plot....
/ 5. An alien, non-Jedi, must observe at least one bit of the sex.
/ 6. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan cannot have sex *with* *each* *other*.
Pairing: Non Q/O
Rating: R
Warnings: Some dark moments. Not been Beta'd and written in the
space of 1 hour. Don't kill me! No graphic sex scenes, just
implied. (Hope that counts!)
Archive: Master and Apprentice, Anywhere else, just ask.
Spoilers: Nope, not this time.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon deal with a rather strange
negotiation team.
Feedback: Yuppers!
Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own em, yadda yadda. Don't sue
me. I don't got money!
The two Jedi stepped off of the ship that brought them to their
latest mission. The elder of the two glanced around, taking in
the sights.
"This mission should be short, Padawan."
"You always say that, Master." The younger glanced at his
Master, his eyes sparking in light amusement. "Since when have
you been right?"
Qui-Gon turned to regard Obi-Wan for a moment, then sighed. "Do
you want me to list all the short missions we've had?"
Obi-Wan paled slightly. "No, but if you remember, you never
said it would be short before them." A grin found its way on
the young man's face, then quickly disappeared at the withering
glance from the elder.
The Master sighed inwardly. This was going to be a long day.
Quickly, the two walked to their destination and were housed
together in the same room. Taking in the surroundings, the
elder winced.
"Padawan, why is it that whenever we travel, we always are put
in the same room, with only one bed?" The question was meant to
be rhetorical, but after one glance at the youngers face, he
knew he was going to regret asking.
"Maybe they think we're bonded?" The comment was not what
Qui-Gon had expected. He cleared his throat, then glanced at
the floor. A long day indeed.
Qui-Gon had just settled down on the floor to rest, letting
Obi-Wan claim the bed for himself. Stretching out briefly, he
tilted his head back to see what he had just brushed up
against. Flipping on to his stomach, he peered under the bed,
coming nose to nose with a rodent. Jumping back and on his
feet, he blinked, then tried to hide the surprise.
Obi-Wan sat up like a shot and was on his feet. His hand went
to his lightsaber as he watched his Master carefully.
"Master?" The inquiry was soft, then he glanced down at what
had startled the elder. Soon after, Obi-Wan was on the floor
laughing. "How cute!" He called the animal to him, adding a
touch of the Force to his voice to make the animal a bit less
afraid of him. Soon after the rodent scurried out and over to
the Padawan.
"Do I sense the return of Mr. Cuddles?" Qui-Gon asked dryly as
he raised a brow as the hamster-like rodent came willingly to
the young man.
A blush crept up on Obi-Wan. "I'm keeping him while we are
here." He rubbed his finger over the animal's back, rewarded
with a light nip on his finger. "Ow!"
Qui-Gon couldn't resist the smile that threatened to burst
forward. He ducked the pillow thrown at him. "Thank you,
Padawan. I was about to ask for that pillow." Laying back down
on the floor, the elder slept until it was time for the
negotiations.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan arrived at the agreed upon location a few
minutes early. As they stepped through the door, they were
sidetracked by the representative for the Elians.
"You were made aware of what is to be expected, yes?" The man
said, while studying the elder Jedi.
"Not entirely, no," admitted Qui-Gon. "We were given some files
to look over. I do not believe this will be much of a problem.
Was there anything deliberately left out?"
"If I know the others, yes. Were you told about how we start
the negotiations?"
Qui-Gon shook his head slowly. "No." Sounds like the beginning
of another long day. He stole a glance at his Padawan, noting
that hamster in his hood. He was going to have to talk to him
about that.
"Ahh. I see." The Elian coughed, then began to slowly turn beet
red. "Well, you see... Umm... It is tradition.." he started,
then sighed. "We initiate by sexual relations," he finally spit
out.
Both Jedi stared at him a moment before regaining their own
composure. "And who is the one that would have to..." Obi-Wan
cut in, but broke off as he caught the look from the elder.
The Elian glanced back and forth between the two. "It is
usually the elder that must initiate the contact. As our
ambassador to these talks is the elder, he will choose which of
you he desires." He chewed on his lip, then glanced over the
elder Jedi again.
"I see. If it is required by your customs, then we will abide
by it. The elder glanced at Obi-Wan a moment as the Elian
scurried off. "Padawan, you must do something about that
hamster." He didn't wait for a response, rather walking into
the chambers. Obi-Wan stuck the hamster in the folds of his
cloak, then followed.
The Elder Elian was seated and watched the two Jedi arrive. His
eyes immediately fastened to the younger of the two, watching
as the man walked. He licked his lips, then stood up.
"We welcome you, Jedi. Our planet has walked a dark path until
you have come to grace us. We trust you have been enlightened
as to our ways?"
"We have, your excellency." Qui-Gon waited for the elder's
decision. He glanced at Obi-Wan, hoping that he wouldn't choose
the young man.
"Good. Good." The elder stepped forward, glancing over the two
Jedi. "I believe the one thing you weren't informed about is
that one of our own must witness to make certain things move as
planned." He circled Qui-Gon first, then Obi-Wan second.
"It is understandable."
"Ahh, and one more thing. You're abilities will be hampered
during the acts. There will be no contact. We know how close
Padawan and Master are. It will be impossible to reach each
other.
Qui-Gon felt the twinge of fear in Obi-Wan at hearing that. He
sent a wave of reassurance to the young man.
//But Master, not being able to sense you?//
//I know, Padawan, but it is something we must endure. We are
Jedi first.//
//Yes, Master.//
//Be on your guard.//
//Yes, Master.//
Qui-Gon caught the glance from Obi-Wan's direction and promptly
ignored it. He waited quietly for the elder's decision. It came
swift enough. He felt the elder's hand take his own and start
pulling on him. He was led into a room then promptly
blindfolded. A tremor of fear shot through him as he felt hands
tugging on his clothing. He tried to reach out with the Force,
but found nothing to latch on to.
//By the Force, they've got a dampening field in here.//
Fear coursed through him as he felt two pair of hands on him,
then just one. Swallowing, he forced his fear to the side and
obeyed the wishes of the hands on him. Forced to the ground, he
complied, though not as fast as his tormentor would have liked.
He received a sharp slap on the face for his 'disobedience'. He
swore not to do anything at his pace again during this.
Obi-Wan paced the chambers, glancing back and forth from the
floor to the door. He let out a small yelp as the hamster
chewed through his robes and scurried toward the door and under
it. Glancing about, he noticed that one Elian was watching him,
a brow raised after the rodent.
The Padawan shrugged, clearing his throat. He sat down and
tried to wait quietly. He heard a squeak at his foot and looked
down. The hamster had returned, with a piece of leather in his
mouth. Picking up the rodent, he took the leather, then gasped,
realising it was from Qui-Gon. Looking about, he noticed that
each of the Elians were leaving quickly.
Standing up, Obi-Wan grasped the nearest Elian. "What is going
on?"
"The negotiations are over." A sly smile came from the Elian as
he squirmed out of the Jedi's grasp.
Obi-Wan bolted to the door, breaking it down, finding it led to
an empty room.
Qui-Gon was led in darkness through a network of tunnels. He
had been gagged prior to their leading him away.
//I'm being kidnapped. By the Force, please let him realise
this. Padawan, dearest, please figure this out soon.//
//I have, Master. I'm coming. Its so confusing here. I can't
locate you.//
The answer was a surprise, but a wave of relief hit the elder
Jedi. He stumbled, receiving a sharp kick in the lower back.
//Hurry, Padawan. I don't know where I am. Or where they're
taking me.//
//Master? They're hurting you, aren't they!//
//No, Padawan. Just hurry.//
Qui-Gon felt a sting of guilt go through him when he lied so
willingly to his Padawan.
He was jerked back to his feet as he was dragged down the
corridor. A sharp pain went through him as he was jerked
forward quickly. He realised that his shoulder had just been
dislocated.
Obi-Wan cried out, the sound resonating through the tunnels.
His hand went to his shoulder, but felt nothing wrong.
//Master! What is wrong?//
//My shoulder, its dislocated. I am okay however.//
The mind voice was weak, but still audible.
//I'm coming. Just hang on.//
Obi-Wan kept moving through the tunnels, remaining quiet and
stepping softly. He quickly disarmed two guards, making certain
that they would live.
//By the Force, we're bonded!//
The thought came unbidden and unwanted to Obi-Wan's mind.
//It took you this long to find out, Padawan?//
The amused response was a welcome response, even if it was
laced with pain.
//Apparently so, Master.//
//Rely on that bond, my Padawan. You can find me through it.//
//Master, if this is one of your little tests, you realise that
I will kill you for it.//
//I assure you, it is not.//
Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and pushed forward. Focusing on
Qui-Gon, he came to a fork in the tunnels. Closing his eyes, he
gathered his energy, calming his mind. Taking off at a run, he
headed down the left path.
Qui-Gon breathed a sigh of relief as he was dropped, then heard
the familiar hum of a lightsaber. The battle was short. His
Padawan had won. The blindfold was torn off of his eyes and his
hands freed. Ripping off the gag, he pulled Obi-Wan against him
tightly for a moment.
"Thank you, Padawan." He whispered against Obi-Wan's ear.
"You would have done the same for me, Master." Helping the
elder Jedi up, he checked the man over for any wounds. Seeing
none serious, the two headed back the way Obi-Wan had come.
Arriving at their ship, they were greeted by the official ruler
of Elia. The man had been baffled as to why Jedi had been
called or even how one had been kidnapped. The Jedi accepting
the apologies from the Elians and had given descriptions of the
other Elians that were not already dead.
On the ship back to Coruscant, Qui-Gon glanced at Obi-Wan,
knowing exactly what was going through the young man's mind.
//Not a word, Padawan.//
//But Master...//
//Not a word.//
//But...//
//Padawan!//
Obi-Wan sighed, then nodded. He started for the door.
//You do make a cute couple.//
Ducking, he ran out of the room, before the cup could hit him.
Qui-Gon reached up and lightly patted the hamster that had made
itself so comfortable in his tousled hair.
END
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