Would You Still Love Me

by Merricat (merricat@yahoo.com)

Archive: Master_Apprentice & anybody else just ask please
Category: Qui/Obi, mpreg
Rating: R, for use of the c-word once - the boy c-word.
Warnings: No.
Spoilers: No.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Star Wars, except for an old crush on Han Solo.

Obi-Wan stared blankly at the healers. They stared back reassuringly, but a tinge of excitement colored their expressions.

"I..." Obi-Wan's voice faltered and he blinked his eyes rapidly several times. "What?"

Master Healer Shoof repeated himself. "You're pregnant."

A deep line appeared between his eyebrows as he struggled to process this bit of information. Suddenly, his expression cleared and he grinned widely.

"Qui-Gon put you up to this, didn't he? That son of a sith! He said he get me back for circulating his Intro to Galactic Poetry assignments around the temple. Is it my fault he kept them all these years?"

Healer Tirian looked interested. "Master Jinn writes poetry?"

Obi-Wan snickered.

"He wrote poetry. Varying between angsty missives of woe, and purple prose rhapsodies about the living force. I'll get you a copy, especially after this little incident."

The master healer cleared his throat. Obi-Wan looked back at the older man feeling a vague sense of unease at the serious expression on his face and the solemnity of feeling in the force.

"I'm quite serious, Padawan Kenobi. You are most definitely pregnant. Master Jinn knows nothing of this, although I suggest you inform him as soon as possible."

"I need to sit down," Obi-Wan said weakly.

"You are sitting down," the healer placed a soothing hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Everything will be fine, Padawan Kenobi. Just take a few deep breaths."

"How could this happen?"

"The usual way," the healer remarked dryly.

Obi-Wan glared. "Ha ha. How is this possible? I'm male - no outside female parts, no inside female parts. Male. As in not possible to conceive a child. I...I don't understand,"

Obi-Wan trailed off plaintively.

"Actually, that was true. It's not true now." The healers both started looking excited again.

"Obi-Wan glanced down uncertainly, his hand twitching towards his groin before he restrained himself, merely shifting his legs slightly. "Uh, I'm pretty sure nothing has changed. I, uh, had confirmation on that this morning." He blushed slightly.

The healers looked amused, but Master Shoof pulled out his datapad and explained further.

"I should have specified that things have changed on the inside. As you put it, you do have inside female parts. Apparently, the males of your particular branch of humans have the ability to generate reproductive organs at certain times. We're not certain if this is a natural evolutionary phenomenon or a genetically manipulated ability. We have some theories."

Master Shoof paused in his speech, and the two healers again exchanged excited looks. Obi-Wan looked disbelievingly at them, and shook his head as if to deny the healer's words.

"Why did no one tell me this before?"

"We didn't know before. There was no indication of this latent ability. You were brought to the temple as an infant, and although you were found on a world populated by standard human types, we have no records of who your parents actually were."

"So, I'm turning into a girl," Obi-Wan's voice cracked and panic flitted across his features.

"No, no.of course not. You've just developed ovaries and a uterus." Healer Tirian smiled at Obi-Wan happily. Obi-Wan glared.

"I still don't understand. I mean, doesn't the...you know...have to get to the...and I don't have a way for it to do that." Obi-Wan slumped miserably.

Looking slightly embarrassed the healer leaned forward. "Well, I assume you've engaged in anal intercourse."

Obi-Wan blushed again, but nodded slightly.

"Often?"

Obi-Wan blushed harder. "Yes."

"Have you been sexually active before your relationship with Master Jinn?

Beyond mortification, Obi-Wan simply shook his head.

"And how long since you began your sexual relationship with Master Jinn?"

"Six months."

Master Shoof nodded as if this confirmed what he'd expected all along.

"So, you've been sexually inactive until just few months ago. We feel that the large amounts of sperm injected into your anal passage over a short period of time triggered the development of the reproductive organs, as well as an offshoot passage from your rectum to your uterus which allows the sperm to reach and fertilize the eggs."

Obi-Wan let out a low moan and massaged his temples slowly. "This can't be happening." Suddenly, he gasped and sat up stiffly. "Does that mean it's going to...come out...down there?" His voice was edged with panic.

Master Shoof tutted calmingly. "No, that's quite impossible.

It will require minor surgery to remove the child at term. That is a very pertinent reason we think this ability is a deliberate genetic manipulation. Nature wouldn't be so sloppy as to provides the means, but no ends. Er, so to speak."

Obi-Wan stood abruptly. "Where is Qui-Gon? I'm going to take my saber and..." He strode to the door muttering, "'But, Obi...I'm the master, so I should be on top'. I'll show him on top!"

Alarmed the healers rushed after Obi-Wan. "Wait! Padawan Kenobi, there are many things to go over. This is a highly unusual situation. We need time to."

Obi-Wan interrupted. "Am I going to have this baby within the next cycle? No? Then it can wait," he snarled and stormed down the corridor.

Obi-Wan stalked into the common room just as Qui-Gon emerged from the fresher clad only in a small towel, a very small towel. Momentarily distracted, Obi-Wan admired his master's glistening skin, envying the water droplets that coursed down Qui-Gon's chest to pool in his navel.

Qui-Gon smiled and moved forward to welcome Obi-Wan. "There you are! I've missed you today. I've only just finished meeting with the council. The whole time I could only think about coming home and continuing with what we started this morning." He leaned forward to press a kiss to Obi-Wan's lips.

The reminder of this morning's activities snapped Obi-Wan out of his erotic haze. "Oh is that what you had planned, Master?" Obi-Wan bit out. "Or maybe I should I call you Daddy?"

Qui-Gon look startled, but grinned. "Well, that's a bit kinky even for you, Obi-Wan. But if you like." He moved to the couch and sat down. "Why don't you come and sit on Daddy's lap, then? I just might have a surprise for you." He cocked an eyebrow and looked up at Obi-Wan. "Or have you been a bad boy today? Perhaps you need a spanking?"

The amusement in Qui-Gon's eyes did nothing to soothe Obi-Wan's temper or anxiety. He stomped over to stand in front of his master, hands on his hips, eyes blazing with indignation.

"You think this is funny? All you think about is sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Shouldn't you set a better example for your padawan, Master? You...you...seducer!"

Qui-Gon calmly took in Obi-Wan's state and deduced that he'd had a bad day. Obi-Wan was prone to sudden outbursts like this to release tension, but he didn't like to be forced to talk about his problems. It was better to let things run their course and wait until he was ready.

"Seducer?" Qui-Gon looked askance at Obi-Wan. "I seduced you, Padawan?"

The two men stopped to think back a year ago when feelings between the two of them had began to show. Six months of Obi-Wan "accidentally" forgetting to bring his towel to the fresher when he showered forcing him to walk through their rooms naked and brushing against Qui-Gon at every opportunity. Six months of Obi-Wan half-naked while he practiced saber moves and kata drills. Six months of Obi-Wan's woefully weak shielding during times of self-pleasure. Six months of constant teasing and tantalizing until Qui-Gon gave in to his urges to both love and bed his beautiful, irresistible, young padawan in every way possible.

Obi-Wan had the grace to look a bit sheepish. "Well, but you're the master. You should have more control."

"I admit I was a willing partner in all that transpired, but can you truly say I seduced you, my Obi-Wan?" He paused and looked up at Obi-Wan gravely. "Are you now unwilling? Do you regret what has happened between us?"

Obi-Wan paled and half-lifted one hand towards Qui-Gon. "No." he whispered. "I didn't mean."

Qui-Gon captured his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each finger tenderly. "Do you regret sharing your heart, your soul, your mind, your body with me?" His lips moved to caress the center of Obi-Wan's palm, then slid slowly up to his wrist. "My love, you have given me such gifts. I treasure them more than you can ever know. Believe that." He pulled gently on the captured hand, drawing Obi-Wan into his lap and into the circle of his arms. Obi-Wan shivered as Qui-Gon's mouth moved to his neck, heating and tasting the sensitive skin.

"Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan turned his face until their lips met. Their kiss deepened and Obi-Wan moaned softly into it. "Qui-Gon, oh Master." As Qui-Gon's hands slid beneath his tunic and teased his hardening nipples all thought fled Obi-Wan's mind. His own hands fumbled desperately with his tunics, unfastening them, shrugging them off.

"Need to be naked now," he breathed between kisses. Qui-Gon obliged by quickly stripping Obi-Wan of his leggings, and Qui-Gon's towel was flung aside without ceremony. Qui-Gon placed on Obi-Wan on the couch and moved over him, kissing and licking his favorite spots. Obi-Wan writhed shamelessly beneath him.

"Oh.yes, Master...that feels so good." He gasped as his master's large hand circled his cock, pumping lazily. "Do you still want this, my Obi-Wan?"

"Yes!"

"Do you still want me? No regrets?" Qui-Gon's teeth bit gently at Obi-Wan's shoulder, his hand speeding up a fraction.

"Qui-Gon! Yes, yes...I want this...you." Obi-Wan moaned.

"But I do want to be a proper master. Set a good example." He smiled against Obi-Wan's skin. "I don't want you to think that all I think about is sex." His hand stilled.

"Master!" Obi-Wan stared up Qui-Gon in disbelief.

"Yes, Obi-Wan?" He smiled sweetly at his padawan. "Did you want something?"

Obi-Wan growled and wrapped his arms and legs around Qui-Gon.

"Take me now, master!" Obi-Wan demanded.

Qui-Gon laughed before leaning forward and proceeded to ravish his padawan thoroughly.

"Oh well," Obi-Wan spared a quick thought. "It's not as if it does any good to shut the gate after the bantha has bolted." Then he stopped thinking altogether for a long time.

Obi-Wan lay entangled with Qui-Gon stroking his fingertips languidly over his master's chest.

"Master?"

"Yes, Obi-Wan?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course. I love you with all my heart."

"Will you love me forever?"

"Forever and a day, my Obi."

"Even when I'm old and wrinkled?"

"Considering that I'm already old and wrinkled I could hardly turn you away at such a time," Qui-Gon teased.

Obi-Wan poked his master in the ribs. "Qui-Gon! I'm serious! And you're not old, or wrinkled! You're amazing, magnificent, beautiful." His voice trailed off as he noticed the grin on Qui-Gon's face. "And fishing for compliments." He poked Qui-Gon again. "Now tell me the truth. Will you love me when I'm old?"

"I'll love you even if you surpass Master Yoda's age, silly Padawan."

"Will you love me if I'm in a terrible accident and become horribly disfigured?"

"Disfigured how?"

"It doesn't matter! I don't know! My nose gets cut off,or I grow a huge hump on my back. Anything!"

"But, Obi-Wan, with bacta and reconstructive surgery techniques that's hardly likely."

"That's not the point! Would you still love me? Answer!"

"Yes, of course," Qui-Gon soothed. "I'd love even a noseless Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Obi-Wan pinched one of Qui-Gon's nipples. "You're making fun of me," he accused.

"Ow! No, I'm not, Padawan. I truly truly would still love you," Qui-Gon affirmed earnestly. "But...we could get a prosthetic nose made for you couldn't we?"

Obi-Wan pinched his master again.

"Be serious," he warned.

"Yes, Padawan," Qui-Gon promised solemnly, although his eyes looked suspiciously twinkly.

"Qui-Gon?"

"Yes, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan pressed his face against his master's shoulder.

"Obi-Wan?"

"Would you still love me if I was...fat?"

"Obi-Wan, what is this all about? Yes, I would love you always - fat, thin, blue, wrinkly, mood swings and all," Qui-Gon emphasized the last item pointedly.

"It's good thing you mentioned mood swings," Obi-Wan muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

The two men lay silently for a while.

"Master?"

Qui-Gon sighed. "Yes?"

"Would...would you still love me if I was pregnant?"

Qui-Gon laughed. "Can I assume the child is mine?

"You bastard!" Obi-Wan sat and glared at Qui-Gon. "Yes, it's yours! How could you even ask me such a thing!"

"Calm down, Obi! I was merely teasing you. I have no doubt that if you were bearing a child it would be mine."

Slightly mollified, Obi-Wan cuddled next to Qui-Gon again.

"Well...would you?" Obi-Wan asked timidly.

"Would I still love you if you were pregnant by me? Hmmm." Qui-Gon pretended to think about it.

"Qui-Gon!"

Qui-Gon rolled on top of Obi-Wan and smothered his face with kisses, surprising giggles out of his anxious padawan.

"I'd love you and our miracle love child, my beautiful, psychotic Obi-Wan."

"Truly, Master?"

"Truly."

Obi-Wan hugged Qui-Gon fiercely, relief flooding through him. "I'm so glad you feel that way master. I was so worried."

Qui-Gon frowned, sensing Obi-Wan's true fear. "Padawan, I don't like that you are allowing yourself to dwell on this so much as to cause yourself real fear and distress. This is a situation that could never happen. There is no need for this anxiety."

"Uh, about that, Master." Obi-Wan met Qui-Gon's gaze. "It turns out that...well...my physiology...it kicks in under certain circumstances... changes...um...adds more."

"What are you trying to say, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked frustration lacing his voice.

"I am pregnant. I really am...pregnant. I saw the healers today."

Qui-Gon rolled away. "Obi-Wan, this is not amusing any longer."

"I'm serious, Qui-Gon, utterly serious." Obi-Wan bit his lip and watched his master worriedly.

When Qui-Gon remained silent for several minutes Obi-Wan hesitantly reached out to touch his shoulder. "We will be okay, won't we. We'll deal with this together?"

Obi-Wan sat on the couch biting his nails nervously as his master confirmed the news with Master Shoof via the commlink. When the screen went dark, Qui-Gon slumped forward and pressed his face to the surface of the desk.

"Master?" Obi-Wan all but whispered.

Qui-Gon slowly raised his head and turned to face his padawan, his expression grim.

"Padawan," he stated in his most stern master's voice.

Obi-Wan shivered. "Yes, Master?"

"Are you sure this child is mine?"

Obi-Wan gasped and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Master?" His voice broke terribly as he looked beseechingly at Qui-Gon, but his master merely continued to stare back at him impassively. "You know you're the only one...the only one ever," Obi-Wan choked out.

Qui-Gon nodded once. "Very well then. I shall make arrangements to have a portion of my monthly stipend sent to wherever you decide to relocate," he announced in a curt, cold voice.

"Re...relocated?" Obi-Wan paled. "What do you mean? I will...I will stay here with you won't I, Master?"

"Stay? How could you possibly stay? Can you keep up with your training? Can you be a valuable asset on missions?" Qui-Gon spoke scornfully. "You will be incapable of carrying out the most basic of duties. Moreover, you've shown your irresponsibility by allowing yourself to get into this condition to begin with."

Obi-Wan began to tremble and his eyes filled tears. "But...I didn't know...you...you said you love me...you'd love our child...we'd always be together."

"That was just a pretend scenario. I didn't expect it to be real. I didn't expect to be tricked into this situation."

"Tricked! Master, no! I." Obi-Wan fell to his knees before Qui-Gon. "Master, please...I love you... don't do this."

"Cease your incessant whining. Try to retain at least some of the dignity you should have as a Jedi Padawan. Well, ex-Jedi Padawan."

Obi-Wan sobbed helplessly.

"I should have left you in the mines all those years ago Obi-Wan Kenobi You are no longer my padawan." He reached down and abruptly severed Obi-Wan's braid.

"NOOOOOO!"

Obi-Wan woke covered in sweat, the scream still on his lips. Instantly, Qui-Gon was there to soothe his thrashing limbs and murmur comforting sounds into his ear.

"It's all right, Obi-Wan. Just a dream. It's over now. Shhh..."

Obi-Wan gradually relaxed into his master's strong, warm arms.

"Master?" Obi-Wan said shakily.

"Yes, Obi. I'm here. Don't worry." Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan closer into the curve of larger body. "That's right, love. Everything is good. Relax."

"Horrible nightmare," Obi-Wan whispered thickly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Qui-Gon stroked his padawan soothingly.

Obi-Wan nodded, snuggling closer to his master's warmth. "It wasn't so bad at first...just weird. Very weird."

"How so?"

"I went to the healer's and found out I was pregnant. At first, I thought it was a joke you had set up to pay me back for showing your old poems around, but then they convinced me it was true."

"Pregnant?"

"Yes."

Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan's forehead. "I have to admit, there's something compelling about the idea of our having a baby together."

Obi-Wan raised his head and kissed Qui-Gon fiercely.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining." Qui-Gon smiled.

"For saying what you just said, and for not asking me if the child was yours."

Qui-Gon squeezed Obi-Wan gently.

"I take it I wasn't so understanding in your dream?"

Obi-Wan nodded.

"Then allow me to apologize for my dream self," Qui-Gon offered ruefully, but with a smile.

Obi-Wan returned the smile. "No, I know you would never act the way you did in my dream." Obi-Wan paused. "You...you told me I'd have to leave. You said you didn't want me, that you should have left me on Bandomeer, not taken me as a padawan. You said I wasn't your padawan, and you cut my braid," Obi-Wan finished in a rush.

"Oh, Obi-Wan. You do know I don't feel that way, don't you? I am everlastingly thankful that I finally had the sense to accept you into my life. I'm so sorry I ever fought against it. I loved you then for your light and bravery and selflessness, and everything that makes you Obi-Wan, and I love you now, even more."

"Thank you..." Obi-Wan whispered. "I know that...really. I love you, too. So much it hurts."

Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan tenderly, until Obi-Wan pulled away.

"I wonder what my dream means."

Qui-Gon grinned. "Let's see if I can remember my lessons from psych class. As I recall, dreaming of pregnancy can mean real anxiety about becoming pregnant. I assume that's not the case here?"

Obi-Wan flashed a grin and shook his head.

"It can also signify a new phase in life you're entering and whether you are prepared to face the changes. I would say that feelings about our relationship were manifesting in your dream. It is still new and we are discovering different aspects to our life together and to each other. It can be overwhelming and scary at times. It seems to me that you need reassurance that our relationship is wanted and good and healthy."

"That makes sense," Obi-Wan said slowly.

"There's one other thing I'm curious about, though."

"What's that?"

"In my dream, we had sex a lot and you were always on top. That's, uh, why I got pregnant apparently. Large amounts of sperm in a short period of time triggered the development of internal female reproductive organs. Well, that and my mysterious background."

"Ah, I see." Qui-Gon said with amusement. "Always on top, indeed," he snorted. "Well, I don't know where you came up with that one, my aggressive little padawan. Although, if that's how males get pregnant we'd both better start taking precautions."

Obi-Wan giggled.

"Actually, it's probably really just a indicator of my status as your Master. In some ways, I am on top, as it were. Your subconcious mind chose to represent that in a different way, too."

"You sound like the healers now." Obi-Wan shuddered. "In my dream, I had the feeling they wanted to lock me up as some sort of permanent exhibit they could poke and prod at will."

"Poor baby," Qui-Gon cuddled him closer. "There is one more thing that I am curious about, though."

"What?

Qui-Gon's arms tightened around Obi-Wan.

"Master," Obi-Wan wheezed out. "I can't breathe."

"You really did show my old poems around the temple, didn't you?"