Master Apprentice
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Sunrise
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Pairing: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
Rating: PG
Archive: M&A, my page, ask if you want it.
Category: Angst
Feedback: Please
Notes: Just a little scene to get my feet wet, and thanks to Thalia for the beta.
Summary: Be careful what you ask for.
Disclaimer: GL owes them all. I just play.
Warnings: None really, but might be considered spoilers for some of the JA books
Starlight back lit the high windows. Just enough for Obi-Wan to see. Moving serenely to the center, he found comfort being dressing only in a pair of workout pants. The silvery light played off the ripple of corded muscles. It glittered like diamonds off the beads of sweat all ready forming.
You’ll never amount to anything.
His saber became an extension of his arm as it ignited into a blue flame.
I hope you enjoy working with plants since you don’t seem to be able to work with me.
He spun, saber flashing, blocking and striking, in a movement so fluid it seemed natural. The Force clung to him, easing tired aching muscles and leading his steps. He never paused as a backward flip took him to the next level of platforms.
You just aren't listening.
Blue light illuminated the corners of the room, front, left, back, right. Faster and faster, there was nothing but his saber and the Force, and he worked with one and was the total and complete slave to the other. It caressed away his pain and exhaustion; another leap and he had reached the third platform.
I dare you to say anything, Oafy-Wan. No one will ever believe you.
The first fingers of rose crept into the room caressing his bare feet as he danced the age old patterns. No fear intruded upon Obi-Wan’s serenity. The Force balanced him on the wire and his measured steps were without hesitation.
The first touches of golden light brought warmth to the space. Amber tones sparked off of sweat swirling off of him as he fell, controlled and tumbling
I will not claim you.
The last twist allowed him to land gently on his feet. With perfect control he tumbled again, rising and twisting. Gliding from the last movement into bow only now did Obi-wan extinguish his lightsaber. He held that final pose serenely. Muscles still and breath even the young man waited. Then he heard it.
“Good.”
The highest praise his Master ever gave. Golden light haloed the ginger hair. His sea-change eyes followed his master’s retreat from the room. Master Jinn was the best, and that was who Obi-Wan wanted to train him. He had gotten his wish, nothing less, nothing more. Unnoticed and unseen, a tear trickled down unheeded to mingle with the sweat.