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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 6/2 6:21pm Subject: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - COMPLETE - repost/revision - 30-June-2008 - Date Edited: 6/30 7:02pm (6 edits total) Edited By: ardavenport
	Title: Mush Author: ardavenport Timeframe: Before the Saga Genre: drama and maybe a little bit of mush Characters: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan Keywords Jedi, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan Summary: Jedi heal amazingly well. And: This is a repost and expansion of a story posted on the old Qui-Gon Jinn Challlenge thread. Monday Mush Mania seemed like a good excuse to finally re-doing this one. And typo is my middle name, with missing words and errors that spell checkers don’t catch being my speciality – if you see any, just post a reply or send a PM with the what and where and I will kill them with no mercy. Disclaimer: All characters belong to George and Lucasfilm; I’m just playing in their sandbox “Qui-Gon?” Something is wrong. He moved his head. Obi-Wan. His thoughts circled and settled. White ceiling, gray walls, pictures, pale blue metal. And Obi-Wan. This was not wrong. “Master? - -ee_- - - --_- - -ee_aee- -_- - - -_-oo_ -ee_ - _ - _- - - - - - - - -.” Obi-Wan’s voice. He focused on the face; blue eyes, brown hair, braid. So, earnest. . . Obi-Wan moved closer to him. “- - - _ - -an- -_- -oo_ - - - _- -_- - - -.” Obi-Wan was close. A bit of plastic with something damp and soft on it touched his lips. He flinched. No, no, no . . . The droid . . . the droid . . . did that. There, behind Obi-Wan’s head. All blue steel and curved, slender joints. Little head with big eye sensors shifting positions. He could feel Obi-Wan’s breath on his brow. The cool squishiness nudged his lips again. He winced away from it. “Uuuuhhh . . .” Sound. Not loud. Something down in his throat. He did it again. “Uuunnnnhh.” He stared down at a layer of smooth pale blue. Covering him. The moan came from him, but . . . Obi-Wan. The words went to his lips. “Uuuee-aaahhn.” They barely moved. He was suddenly aware of how very little he could move. Something had gone wrong. The percept of a hand under his chin and on his cheek, his brow, his head turned back again toward Obi-Wan. His numbness melted, his senses returning from beyond his body, through Obi-Wan. With Obi-Wan. He felt warmth on his skin, clarity. His head lying on the soft padded surface, his eyes half closed. Awareness stirred, sharpened. The Force. He felt it now. It had been there, but now it mattered . . . like his own body. His head swam with it. He had no strength, but it was all around him. Next to him. In him. Obi-Wan. He felt his weakness, the wound in his middle, repaired but still fresh. The numbness in his arms and legs, his head, stale and too full behind his eyes, his stomach and chest tight, and a false prickling on his skin and . . . Something is quite wrong. But he had not realized this wrongness a moment before. Something was better. He looked up into Obi-Wan’s blue-gray eyes and nodded his head a tiny bit. Obi-Wan’s face changed to happiness and he felt that, too, through the Force. Time . . . time . . . he needed time to draw strength from it. But it was there. Obi-Wan’s head bowed, below his own. His body lay, nearly immobile, propped up on a medical couch. Injury. but that had been expected. The droid . . . we brought the droid. We were ready, but . . . something had gone very, very wrong. Obi-Wan lifted his head. Tears ran down his cheeks. He could sense a struggle for control. Feel it though their wordless bond. No, this is not the time for control. That was earlier, that was . . . He could not reach out and touch Obi-Wan’s face. But their eyes met and he nodded, a tiny little gesture that could mean anything. But there was understanding. Obi-Wan wiped his face on the wide sleeve of his tunic. He wore the same clothes he’d worn when . . . when . . . . He lowered his own gaze. Attached to the medical couch was a white tray, on it a green cloth, a clear shapeless bag with a tube in it and a small plasti-form bowl with a little blue spoon sticking out of the gray blob in it. Ugh. That came from the droid. Squeezed out of a tube and I would not take it from the machine. That is why Obi-Wan is sitting here. It was likely medicinal, and necessary, but even his half-aware senses had rejected it. It was revolting. It was even more revolting now that he could smell it. Fruity and faintly sweet. And he did not want it. Obi-Wan’s fingers touched his cheek, his beard. He looked up into those blue-gray eyes again, saw a crinkle of concern between them. Obi-Wan lowered his hands, picked up the bowl and turned to the droid hovering behind him. “Do you have something else? I don’t think he likes it.” I understood that. Good. “That is the proper nutritional meal. My supplies are limited,” the droid’s simulated female voice calmly said. But it accepted the bowl. “Can you change it then? Make it a little more . . . appealing?” “It can be stirred. And thinned.” “Can you warm it, too?” “Yes.” “Please,” Obi-Wan finished and turned back. His own eyes moved, meeting his Padawan’s; lifting his head was too much effort. His lips moved. Thank you. Obi-Wan. His mind still had not reformed what had happened, but he knew that Obi-Wan had been with him. His Padawan raised his hand to his cheek, then stroked a stray stand of hair back from his face. His hair was loose, untied, falling down on the shoulders of the white medical gown he wore. He sensed the Force again through that touch. Obi-Wan’s healthy living strength . . . he was unhurt, dressed in his Jedi tunic. They had taken their robes off earlier, for . . . for . . . A whirring from the droid stopped. It beeped and lifted it’s head and eye sensors. “Padawan Kenobi.” The droid, Gee-Three-Nine, handed the bowl back. Yes, they had brought the droid with them, from the Temple med-center. It had scanned both his and Obi-Wan’s medical histories and had full emergency programming and extra, self-contained supplies. It was quiet and polite but it had long, cool metal fingers and more probes than Qui-Gon liked to think about. And it had added programming for their mission . . . . Obi-Wan held the spoon to his lips again. His eyes found his Padawan’s again. In that little pause he thought he must look quite pathetic to Obi-Wan, there was so much sympathy in the young man's expression, such need for a response. He opened his mouth a little, accepting the spoon. The edge of it hit his teeth. Obi-Wan grimaced and slid it in further and then turned it and took it out, leaving the contents behind. Instead of cold, pasty fruity mush, it was now warm, whipped fruity mush. Qui-Gon had to think about how to swallow before he did. Obi-Wan gently put his hand under his chin, on his throat to make sure he finally got it down. The next spoonful of mush went down better, with no clashes between spoon and teeth. And unconscious memory seemed to take over for swallowing. Obi-Wan wiped a bit of it from his mustache afterward. Then he put the cloth down and gave him water. The droid had given him water. Earlier. He was sure of it. It now busied itself with sensor screens nearby, one eye occasionally rising to observe another spoonful or sip of water. It could move astonishingly fast when it needed to. Qui-Gon remembered it poised over him, metal hands ripping open his tunic, needles plunging into his exposed chest, a tube snaked down his throat to keep his airway open . . . . He coughed over the water tube as he remembered that and Obi-Wan hastily pulled it away, dribbling water in his beard. Qui-Gon felt drops on his neck. His arms twitched and moved. His strength was returning. A little. But he felt drained of it when the coughing fit was done. Obi-Wan’s concerned eyes looked into his and one eye sensor studied him carefully over his Padawan’s shoulder. He nodded and managed a tiny smile. Obi-Wan dabbed at the wetness on his chin and raised the water tube to his mouth again. He laid his hand on his cheek to steady him. It went down better this time. Then came another spoonful of mush, another wipe of his mouth. Yes, they had brought the droid with them. He had been expecting to be impaled. For the ceremonial trading of blows. The Ulheedi had scoffed at a Jedi accepting the challenge in the name of the Republic. They had known that a Jedi could dodge or deflect any weapon. They had not expected Qui-Gon Jinn to take the blow. And then calmly pick up his own lance to take his turn. The Monarch-Presumptive Rladar had fled the field, taking her claim to political power with her. But they had not expected his opponent’s lance to be poisoned. Aaaah. Poison. That is what went wrong. He had sensed it. Obi-Wan had sensed it. Something had been wrong. Something very wrong had been coming. But disturbances in the Force were notoriously lacking in specifics. So, they had gone forward, knowing that the unknown danger was great, and unknown. A Jedi Master could subtly move, so that even a penetrating blow would miss all internal organs. He had admonished his Padawan to calm himself and observe. Obi-Wan did not have that skill; he was barely twenty years old and still a Padawan. Had only Rladar’s lance been poisoned? He remembered outraged shouts from the official observers around them as he’d fallen, Obi-Wan and Gee-Three-Nine catching him. Surely such a dishonorable act would make Rladar’s fall more severe. Qui-Gon wanted to ask, but he did not have his voice back. And Obi-Wan had just spooned in more mush. His tongue pushed it around and he swallowed. The motion was much easier now, familiar, more automatic. The mush was not nearly so bad if he did not look at it. He breathed in deeply. He felt wellness returning to his body, his limbs. The food seemed to revive him. He closed his eyes, feeling the Living Force around him, within him, his body righting itself from within. Slowly. His senses expanded beyond his body and the healing meditation came upon him easily. The Living Force spoke to him and he listened. oooo(((oooooo(((oooo)))oooooo)))oooo *************************************************** ###### JEDI ORDER ##### Temple-Med-Center ###### _(Goos,yllm,M33,voz) = [Cmm;PPP&xtG39!;iii /// VoER@)_ %%%_&Tzzm(::)-{Ere,H,K<NOKH>Honoyg ?? <= BB == ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ .... Internal_Diagnostics ...... Internal_Diagnostics .... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ .......... Power Minimum ..::::... Power Monitor = On;Blue ...;;;... ....... Tree<search> .... Umask ..::::.. Orem .... 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Valairy_Scot Title: PT Rewrite Winner Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 6/2 7:57pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	As riveting as this is I just have to ask - how do you actually take the time to type all those computer what-evers? -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. Proud master of several padawans
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 6/2 8:49pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Hey, I remember this one from that challenge thread! Poor Qui-Gon, he was poisoned! I'm glad he's going to be okay, and at least they were already prepared. But ack, that mush doesn't sound very appetizing! Definitely poor Qui-Gon. But oh my, is something wrong with that droid? Very interesting... And now I simply must know where this is going, can I pretty please be on your PM list for this too? -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 6/2 8:49pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Poor Qui-Gon having a droid doctor at his bed But a nice first post and I like a PM for this -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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p_stotts Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 6/3 8:39am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Valairy_Scot posted: As riveting as this is I just have to ask - how do you actually take the time to type all those computer what-evers? I agree with Valairy! But I digress. Great beginning. Mush it may be, but it's got a good taste and just the right consistency. How's that for symbolism? I look forward to reading more. There is more, isn't there? -----signature----- If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for your life. Proud master to Gkilkenny! Stories in my bio. 9/19/2008 is National Talk Like A Pirate day in the U.S. Everyone else join in too! Arr! Avast ye landlubbers!
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Jinngerbread Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 6/3 10:14am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Awwwww poor Qui-Gon, definitely sounds like he's in a world of hurt, but at least Obi-Wan is taking care of him I actually don't remember this one from the challenge thread, so it was new to me Can I get a PM when it gets updated? -----signature----- Into Another Day http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27926050/p1/?5 I Really Need A New Job http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28912460/p1/?1 Gate Crashin' http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28492848/p1/?21
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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/5 3:38pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Yes, I remember this one, too. Lovely to revisit. If there's more, please do sign me up for pm's! -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
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Jade_Pilot Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 6/6 4:34pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Great job! I loved the computer parts and Obi-Wan's concern for his master. Well done! -----signature----- I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult. - Rita Rudner
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LuvEwan Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/8 9:16pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	One of my favorite stories of yours, so I was very excited to see it expanded. I love Qui-Gon's perspective, how we know both his and Obi-Wan's emotions through that POV, his confusion and his Padawan's relief. Can't wait to read more. -----signature----- So it was Anakin's butt after all. He supposed he might take a modicum of comfort from that. -Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, by Matthew Stover
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 6/14 10:51am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008
	Valairy_Scot: Thanks for reading! The secret to putting in a lot of machine hash in a story is lots of cutting and pasting. Type in some basic elements of the hash that you like, make lots and lots of consecutive copies of it and then go back and change a few here and there to break up the pattern. Very simple. Bastet: Aaaaaah, the point of mush is the recovery, so Qui-Gon is absolutely going to get better. With Obi-Wan's help. And the droid, too. Thanks for the reply! earlybird-obi-wan: Aaaaah, I always go with what they have in the movies, so I always use medical droids, but it's a Temple droid, so it's programmed for Jedi. Thanks for reading! p_stotts: Yep, there's more. For the earlier, challenge thread post it ended here, but I always thought that there should be a little bit more. Tasty mush for the reader, not so tasty for Qui-Gon. Thanks for reading! Jinngerbread: Hurt and mush kind of go together as weird opposites. Thanks for the reply! ratna: Thank-you! Jade_Pilot: Thanks! I had to give the droid little time. LuvEwan: Thanks! I've been meaning to do this for awhile, I just needed the right continuation. Jedi perceptions and the Force do allow for a lot more sharing in times of need. -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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ardavenport Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 6/14 10:53am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 2-June-2008 - Date Edited: 6/14 10:36pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ardavenport
	Sorry I took so long to update. I had some serious DRL issues this week and I kept wanting to go back and tweak the mush. oooo(((oooooo(((oooo)))oooooo)))oooo - - - - Part 2 The room had not changed. Obi-Wan. The voice-sounds formed words. "- - -still unavailable, Minister." Another voice, sharpened by the flat tone of a com, replied. "I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping to speak with him before your departure. Your Master's extraordinary assistance has immeasurably benefitted this whole world." "Thank-you, Minister." Qui-Gon heard the tiniest hesitation; a lack of inflection colored the words as more formal recitation than either acceptance or gratitude. He opened his eyes a crack. Obi-Wan bowed before the com. Formal, polite, Stiff. Qui-Gon could tell that he wanted to end the communication. "I will inform Master Qui-Gon that you wish to speak with him before we leave." "Thank-you. I will expect to hear from him. Day well to you." The tiny transparent bluish figure fizzled and vanished over the holo-com. Obi-Wan released the tension in his shoulders, exhaling. "I do not recall you being so distant with Minister Urideni before the challenge." Startled, whirling about, Obi-Wan stared back at him. He had been too distracted by the com to notice that his Master was watching, but Qui-Gon was disinclined to admonish him at the moment. Obi-Wan came to the medical couch. Aside from a residual coldness in his muscles and on his skin, Qui-Gon sensed that his strength had returned. He firmly squeezed Obi-Wan's warm hand. His Padawan smiled. "I'm glad to see that you've recovered, Master." The sincerity had returned to his voice. "I am as well." Qui-Gon pushed himself upright. The coverings on his wounds pulled at their edges on his stomach and back, as well as the cleave within him. He moved more carefully. Opposite Obi-Wan, the medical droid, Gee-Three-Nine, remained close, but the machine did nothing other than reposition its eye-sensors. His long hair fell down around his face and he reached up to brush it back. A painful twinge pulled in his middle again. He moved more carefully. Under the coverings, the edges of his abdominal injury stretched uncomfortably, as if they wanted to break apart. He was far from completely healed, but he could move. Carefully. He could breathe. He coughed, very carefully. It still hurt. "Would you like some water?" Obi-Wan offered. "Yes, Thank-you," he gratefully accepted. Instead of a fluid bag and tube, Obi-Wan went to a water dispenser, brought it to him in a cup and offered it to him. Accepting it with only his hand and forearm, Qui-Gon successfully isolated that motion from the rest of his body. But he had been doing exercises like that since he had been a youngling. It was easy. He just had to remember to do it. After a moment he put the cup aside and swung his legs off the medical couch. After Gee-Three-Nine confirmed that he was well enough to stand, the droid lowered the medical couch so his bare feet could touch the floor. Qui-Gon stood. Slowly, with small isolated motions. Traces of the paralyzing poison still blurred his sense of touch, but more like a bad memory than a confinement. Stiffly, he allowed Obi-Wan to slide a thin, pale green body covering over his shoulders. Obi-Wan stayed close as he tested his weight, flexed his arms, shoulders, knees and hips. One thing at a time; muscles, tendons, joints, everything shifted subtly and separate from his injury. But the twinge inside his middle was deep; it went right through him, front to back. Its effects would linger for awhile. Qui-Gon sighed. His Padawan kept his hand on his back, above his injury, where the spear had exited. Qui-Gon took a step forward, then another. He turned and began walking down the length of the small room they were in. The fixtures, cabinets and gray walls were typical of med centers. "Where are we now, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked. "The local Congress's private med-center. They insisted on helping, but. . . . .I did not trust their medical droids. I was uneasy about their. . . . . programming." "Always trust your feelings my young apprentice." "I do as you have taught me, my Master. Especially now." A small pressure from Obi-Wan's hand on his back prompted him to turn before they ran into a cabinet. Their legs stepped together, Obi-Wan's boots never coming too close to Qui-Gon bare feet on the cool floor. Patiently, Obi-Wan walked with him, protectively close. Through the Force, Qui-Gon could feel the strength of a healthy, uninjured body and he let all thoughts fall away from him except that goal. And his own injuries reflected in Obi-Wan; his Padawan sensed them. Qui-Gon kept his head up, resisting the urge to watch his feet, partly for focus and partly to keep the long strands of his loose hair from falling over his face. They paced up and down the room together several times. With each step, Qui-Gon felt more like himself, feeling all parts of himself, moving together, becoming whole again and not just a pierced body with limbs. Qui-Gon sensed his apprentice's earlier anxiety and hope settling into contented patience and he drew strength from it. Jedi accepted death when it came, but that did not diminish the will to live, nor the exhilaration of surviving and living. At last, Qui-Gon steered himself toward a chair and Obi-Wan helped him lower himself into it. Though he was weary, the minimal exercise had felt good. He lowered his head and a curtain of hair fell down over his face. Moving just his arm, he pushed it back on one side. A hand, Obi-Wan's, touched his face and brushed the hair back on the other side. A com squealed for attention and immediately Obi-Wan's attitude changed to hostility aimed at the device. Or the person signaling them. Obi-Wan reached for the com, but Qui-Gon beat him to it with a wave of the hand and the Force. Minister Urideni's miniature image appeared. "Minister," Qui-Gon started loudly. The holo-com's recording light immediately switched to him. "Master Jinn, I am so grateful to see you well again." "As am I," he responded politely. "I was hoping that we might meet one more time, share a meal, before you leave?" A warning tickled Qui-Gon with unease. He glanced toward his frowning Padawan before answering. "Of course, Minister, if you will allow me a short time to dress and prepare for your visit. We will be returning immediately afterward for Coruscant. Our mission here is finished." "Certainly. I shall signal before coming, of course." Qui-Gon cut the communication. The warning remained. And expanded. "Master, I sense a disturbance in the Force. Almost the same as before." Qui-Gon nodded sadly. He felt ill prepared for a confrontation. He had concentrated on healing, but his mind also needed sleep, release. But he knew he could wait until the trip back to Coruscant, after he had fulfilled the last formalities. "We will confront it when it happens." Obi-Wan looked back at him unhappily, but said nothing more. They had to go forward. "Keep your focus on the moment. The Force will guide us," he said reassuringly. Obi-Wan's expression smoothed into acceptance, though they both felt uneasy. "I need my clothes," he continued, moving on. From a wall cabinet, Obi-Wan produced boots, belt, pouches and a stack of folded clothes. And Qui-Gon's lightsaber. Holding up his tunic, Qui-Gon examined the damage. There was an enormous rip in it, front and back. Not even his tabards and obi would cover it up. There were matching holes in his undertunic as well. Glancing toward his Padawan, he noted that all the clothes were freshly cleaned and he realized that he did not know how long he had been incapacitated during which Obi-Wan would have tended to them. "I wasn't able to get a droid to repair it," Obi-Wan confessed before adding, "Minister Urideni openly questioned whether or not that would be necessary." "Aaaaah," Qui-Gon answered, better understanding his apprentice's discomfort with the minister. "Then we shall both mind everything he does very carefully." Obi-Wan helped him take off the body covering. He held up the underclothes while Qui-Gon, still sitting in the chair, slid his arms and legs into them and pulled them on. Then Obi-Wan kneeled before him to slide his pants onto his legs. Closing his eyes Qui-Gon paused before pulling the pants up. The Force felt thin inside him for a moment before he renewed his focus. He sensed Obi-Wan's blue-gray eyes on him before he opened his own again. He held the tunic. A shared perception of his weakness connected them through the Force. "Perhaps we should delay this meeting, Master?" he suggested. Qui-Gon shook his head. "No. This will be no easier if we wait. And I do not believe that physical strength will be beneficial for this confrontation." He finished the fastenings on his under clothes and pants. "I do not sense that weakness will be beneficial, either," Obi-Wan muttered, holding up a tunic sleeve for him. Qui-Gon's thoughts caught on those words as he let Obi-Wan put the clothes on him. "No. . . ." he said almost to himself as he sat forward to wrap the obi around his middle. "Weakness might actually be what is called for. Since it is what I have now." His apprentice looked puzzled as he kneeled again, putting on socks and boots. Qui-Gon was not sure what he meant by his last remark either, but it felt right. After he had put on his belt and lightsaber, he pushed himself up from the chair, the Force supporting him as much as Obi-Wan's arm. Still steadying him, Obi-Wan reached for the robe. After some fumbling between hood and sleeves, they got that on as well. But something was still missing. Frowning, Qui-Gon looked around him. Grinning, Obi-Wan held up the long brown strands of his hair tie. "May I, Master?" he asked. If his life depended on it, Qui-Gon felt quite certain that he could fasten his own hair if he needed to. But it didn't. "Yes, thank-you." Qui-Gon sat down again, allowing Obi-Wan to put it on. While Obi-Wan finger combed his long hair back, Qui-Gon reflected how significant the most ordinary actions became when limited by pain. How many muscles in the most likely parts of the body were connected. The muscles in his neck and shoulders contracted after a twitch on the scalp when a single hair was pulled. He heard Obi-Wan inhale sharply, untie the hair and stroke it back into place, smoothing away the tiny pain. Qui-Gon smiled. Everything was connected. Minister Urideni's com signal came just after Obi-Wan finished tying Qui-Gon's hair back. The young man hurried to put his own robe on. A moment later Urideni came through the door, two aides behind him. They were a matched set in tidy, perfectly tailored uniforms of office, light gray with yellow accents of rank. All three had single black horns projecting from their foreheads and reddish-gold hair with Urideni's a bit more gray in places than his youthful aides. --- tbc --- -----signature----- Links to all fics -- http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25405090&brd=10304&start=26223917 The Heart of the Jedi -- http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/26013327 ---- Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, JA and everything you wanted to know about lightsabers
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Bastet Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 6/14 11:32am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Part 1 - repost/revision - 14-June-2008
	Aww, I loved how protective Obi-Wan was being of his Master. "The local Congress's private med-center. They insisted on helping, but. . . . .I did not trust their medical droids. I was uneasy about their. . . . . programming." So it was Obi-Wan that did something to the droid? But whey did they both have warnings from the Force? What is that minister up to now? Thanks for the PM, I can't wait for more! -----signature----- "Oh yeah. Ooh, aah. That's how it always starts. But then later there's running, then...screaming." --Dr. Ian Malcolm "Okay fine. Go ahead and scream. Then when that tricycloplots attacks you, don't come crying to me." --Paul Kirby
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celine Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 6/14 8:49pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Parts 1-2 - repost/revision - 14-June-2008
	Awww...Qui!Obi-wan! PM list please? -----signature----- Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid. The Journal of Loch Thrindarr http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27948751&brd=10476&replies=3
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 6/14 9:05pm Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Parts 1-2 - repost/revision - 14-June-2008
	Lovely with Obi caring for Qui. What is coming? -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 6/15 2:15am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Parts 1-2 - repost/revision - 14-June-2008
	I love the part about everything being connected. And that weakness is what Qui-Gon needs because that is what he has. Readers beware. Unexpected twists in the road ahead.... -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
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p_stotts Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 6/16 7:38am Subject: RE: Mush - - - Monday Mush!!! - Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan - Parts 1-2 - repost/revision - 14-June-2008
	Lovely update. Now, how will weakness benefit them if danger just walked through the door? Can't wait to read more. -----signature----- If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for your life. Proud master to Gkilkenny! Stories in my bio. 9/19/2008 is National Talk Like A Pirate day in the U.S. Everyone else join in too! Arr! Avast ye landlubbers!
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