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Category: Humour, Challenges

Rating: G

Pairing: Q/O

Warnings: none

Archive: Master and Apprentice

Summary: What *is* that thing creeping through the Jedi Temple?

Notes: Since everyone else seems to be wussing out LOL I thought I would start the ball rolling. This is for my challenge to write a fic based on a title created by the SW: Episode 3 Title Generator, which can be found at http://www.brunching.com/toys/starwarstitles.html. See, it CAN be done!

A small scrape, scrape sound was heard in the corridor. It was soft; soft enough that to the average Jedi the sound would have garnered no more notice than the Temple settling into its foundations. The noise continued, slowly heading off into a little used corridor reserved for the quarters of reclusive Jedi and their impertinent padawans.

Here and there a small groan escaped from the same direction as the scraping sound. Then followed silence. Then the sound continued, getting gradually louder as the sound maker seemingly came closer to its goal, almost frantic in its molasses-fast progress.

Slide.

Scrape.

Glisssss.

*moan*

*thump!*

"Ow..."

If one were to observe this curious phenomenon (not that there was anyone there to observe), one would notice a flat brown and tan shape slowly making its way across the floor. One would also be hard pressed to deduce exactly what kind of creature it was, its shapelessness preventing any kind of identification whatsoever. One thing was for certain, however: its progress may have been slow, but it was steady, implacable, inevitable. Nothing or no one could stop it from reaching its true destination.

Except, perhaps, exhaustion.

The huddled shape held still for what seemed like a millennium, robbed of its momentum by some unknown force. Then, with unutterable strength of will it continued forward, scraping and sliding and moaning as before, its passing marked by the newly polished floor in its wake.

For several more time periods its progress continued haltingly along the Temple floor. Excruciatingly it continued, looking neither left nor right, neither up nor down. Why, it seemed as if it wasn't looking before it at all, but was guided along by some unseen power, mysterious and elusive. Or perhaps it was mere habit, repeat journeys along this path graven into memory. Whatever its method of navigation, the creeping shape continued unerringly toward its desired haven.

Its tormented journey finally came to a halt as a door 'magically' appeared before it, plain and unadorned, with no possible way to distinguish it from its mates. Yet this unobtrusive entrance seemed to be the lusted-for goal. With a thump and a low moan the shape ceased to move, curling in on itself like some giant worm groveling at its king's feet. Time passed.

Then the door opened.

A king indeed was revealed, if such a people as the Jedi could be said to have such a thing. Tall, majestic, immaculately dressed, this kingly being would have had many, many servants kneeling at his feet in bygone days, whether to crave his pardon or to beg for sexual release.

Today, for the nonce, he would have to content himself with one.

A throaty chuckle broke the silence, then a sigh followed, full of love and exasperation.

"Obi-Wan, did I not warn you about going to that dubious smugglers bar for a drink?"

A low moaning answered him, and what seemed like parodies of words. "Fife drinksss...an' yes, m'ster, y'did. Oooohh...." The creature, who was now revealed as a Jedi padawan rather worse for wear, lowered his head with a *smack* onto the floor, out cold again.

Chuckling some more, the majestic Jedi Master gathered his supplicant into his arms and carried him into the room, which turned out to be their shared quarters. He walked with his burden effortlessly as he navigated his way around the furniture, valiantly attempting to avoid the drool emitting from his charge's mouth.

With a small kick to another door the Jedi Master entered a smaller room with a bed and a few personal items. He lowered his bundle onto the mattress, laughing softly as drunken snores wafted their way to his ears. With great care he undressed the poor sap and lovingly tucked the blankets around his neck. The former brown and tan lump slept on, oblivious.

One large hand gently caressed the cheek of the sleeper. "Sleep well, padawan," he whispered, "Tomorrow is going to be a bitch." Chuckling again, he kissed the sleeping form's brow and then quietly exited the room, closing the door behind him.

Ah, padawan, he thought with kingly glee, payback with be so sweet.

*end*