Title: A Nose for Trouble Author: LukesTheMan Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn Summary: Young Qui-Gon breaks his nose...again. Notes: Originally written for the Qui-Gon broken nose challenge back in December. And I'm trying to distract myself until it's midnight. A Nose for Trouble ?Is he all right?? The worried voice seemed to be coming from far away. At twelve years old, Qui-Gon was taller than the other initiates of his own age. Taller, bigger, and clumsier on even his best days. This had not proven to be one of his best days. His feet, which felt even more ungainly in his brand new boots, had found a heretofore unseen flaw in the floor. At least, that is the story he would repeat over and over again in the coming days. A small bump and his feet had taken on a life of their own. Even as he felt himself plummeting toward the floor, which suddenly seemed meters farther down than just a moment before, he had known that he was going to land on his face. This development was not a big surprise. The Master who taught them galactic history had rolled him over to assess the damage. If the look on her face was any indication, the pain centered in his nose was understandable. ?Qui-Gon, don?t move,? she said quickly. Since the thought of moving was nausea inducing, it took no persuasion at all to gain his agreement. Staying very still indeed seemed like a capital idea at the moment. A gurgled assent was all he could manage, but Master Doria must have sensed his cooperation. Unable to help himself, he groaned loudly as she began pressing her fingers against his nose. She pulled back quickly, her face pale. ?I?m so sorry, youngling,? she said. ?But I fear we must get you to the healer?s ward. It is definitely broken.? She helped him get carefully to his feet. The young boy sighed. ?Yes, I know.? He stared up at the Jedi with weary, swollen eyes. ?It?s not the first time.? She seemed taken aback by that statement. ?You mean you?ve broken your nose before?? Her tone was incredulous. ?At least four times before that I can remember,? he said. From the appalled look on her face, he assumed that was rather unusual. It didn?t seem all that curious to him; he had broken his nose the first time when he was only six years old. An attempt at a complicated kata far beyond his abilities had led to the first break. Break number two had been earned at the age of eight when he had been dared by a friend to eat a particularly spicy pepper. Unfortunately, he had sneezed so hard that his nose had smacked down on the hard table in front of him and cracked like an eggshell. The third time his nose had suffered, it had happened in his sleep. No adequate explanation had ever been given for that one, although the healer muttered something about overactive boys moving around in their sleep too much. Qui-Gon still insisted that it had something to do with the boots he had left on that night, being much too tired to remove them. He was remarkably flexible, after all. The most recent break, current injury aside, had happened during meditation oddly enough. Qui-Gon still wasn?t sure how he had meditated himself into a broken nose. He had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps he had fallen asleep instead of meditating properly. He had fallen forward and come out of his meditative trance ? or his nap ? to find himself bleeding and groaning on the floor. Master Doria was muttering as she escorted him to the healer?s ward. ?I don?t know how you?ve managed so many broken noses, young Jinn.? He looked up at her and grinned, ignoring the familiar pounding of his nose. ?Master Yoda says I have a nose for trouble.?