Creche Masters - A young Obi-Wan fic

Ejedir here(I hate this ) I love your story! That was so cute! I think it's great that Qui-Gon's in it too! Post more soon!

 

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Daia looked in on Obi-Wan one last time before leaving the infimary.

He looks so lonely. I hope they let him come back to the creche soon. Giving him a wane smile, she left. Although he might have been her favorite, that didn't mean she could ignore 30 other children for him.

Obi-Wan couldn't have been more miserable if he tried. It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.

Healer An-Paj contemplated calling the Master Healer before deciding he could handle a 5 year old.

"Good morning Obi-Wan. How is your leg feeling?"

The scowl An-Paj saw glaring at him over the cast and sling answered his question just fine.

"Would you like to tell me how you injured yourself?"

"Meditation."

Sniffling, Obi-Wan looked expectantly at the healer, who didn't fail to disappoint. An-Paj helped himself to a seat.

"I see. How did you do that?"

"Well Master Gee... Gee... you know the one with the funny name..." sniffle "I was meditatin' and I guess I did it wrong." Sniffle "It hurts bad..." Sniffle "and Day can't stay..." sniffle "... puh-leez don't go" sniffle "I'm lonely."

The healer shook his head as the boy fastened onto his arm with the deathgrip only a child can manage.

"I'm sorry Obi-Wan. There will however be another patient staying in this room. Perhaps you can talk to them."

"Who" sniffle "is" sniffle "coming?"

"I don't know, let me go check."

Walking to the front desk, An-Paj picked up the chart. Oh that poor Master. He couldn't imagine how Qui-Gon Jinn would survive a hospital stay with a 5 year old in the next bed.

 

Awwwwww. Dis was vewy koote! It was vewy funny! Hooway! Wots mow coming? Pwwwease? Pwitty pwwweease?

 

This is so cute. I can't wait to read more.

 

A whole bunch of baby jedi cry :
More! More! We want More!

 

hehehe poor QGJ, no matter how much he seems to like the boy.

 

Page 3, that will not do!!!!

Come on Matter Jin, come out and pay with wittle Obi.

 

Master Jinn and little Obi-Wan side by side in the infirmary. This may be their first time as roomies but, well, we all know how it goes.

Keep it up Daphne. Can't wait for more!

 

AAARRRRGGHH!!!! Are these posts playing hide and seek with us?!?!? Only Matter Jin and Little Obi are suppose to be playing.

 

Aww!

 

Awwwwww.... how cute..

 

Awww, this is gonna be sweet. I, must agree with RogueJai's sentiments on the story. "Poor QGJ!" AHHH! Spending time in an enclosed area with a five-year old accident prone Kenobi? I sense disaster. . . . or else mushy stuff, either way. . . .POST MORE!

 

Matter Yody!!!!

MORE!!!!!

 

Obi-Wan eyed his friend.

"Wakie Wakie!" *shake*

"Uppsies!" *shake*

"Open up!" That was the last straw. Qui-Gon regained consciousness just as Obi-Wan pried his eyelids open.

"ARGGG! What are you doing!"

"It's time to play! I've been here all day and Healer An-Paj didn't want to play, he just wanted to poke me with a needle." Obi-Wan stuck out his lip with a well practised pout.

How am I supposed to rest?

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Sorry for the teaser, but I don't have time to get the rest of it ready to post. It is coming though... PLAYTIME!

 

We want playtime! We want playtime!

 

You a meany Jedi_Daphne You shouldn't tease us!!!!!!!

:thross tantrum: POST POST POST POST POST POST

 

Playtime all the way!! More more more more!

 

*stamps her feet and yells loudly*

PLAYTIME NOW! NOW NOW!

 

My phone lines are down because of a big storm and since it's a holiday weekend, the phone company hasn't fixed them yet. I'm posting at the library and since I'm almost out of time today, (I only get an hour - what am I paying taxes for....) so playtime will have to wait until tuesday.

 

Thump.

Swish.

Thump.

Swish.

Thump.

Swish.

Something suspicious is going on in there.

An-Paj opened the door only to be hit by a roll a bacta wrap.

"What are you two doing!?!"

On one side of the room sat a hyperactive child with a innocent face and on the other sat a bandaged and bedraggled master who looked thankful for the interruption.

"Sorry, Mister Healer but QuiGee did it."

Qui-Gon looked at the healers imploringly. "I did no such thing. He insisted we play catch."

"I not do anything An-Paa. He the Master, I listen to QuiGee."

Trying to control the uncontrollable twitching which might betray his need to laugh, An-Paj declared, "It doesn't matter. It's time for noonmeal. No more catch for you Master Jinn."

Waving in the young padawan with the trays, An-Paj watched as the pair surveyed the pile of green glop and crackers placed before them. Taking a mental note of the identical expressions of disgust, An-Paj made himself scarce.

Qui-Gon lay back in bed trying to work up the courage to eat his meal when he felt a wet plop on his nose. Looking up, he saw the boy still holding his spoon in the catapult position.

Why couldn't they have just killed me?

 

total, uncontrollable laughter....tears streaming down face....

Egads, that's good! Little Obi has excellent aim! Keep up the good writing.

JediCandy

 

What better use could there be for disgusting, gloppy food? Only falling asleep in it, which is something I enjoyed doing with my yogurt.

 

Hidden post?

 

YES! Playtime is here! Food makes the best weapon Post more soon!

 

FOOD FIGHT!!!!!!!! This is probably a first for Qui-Gon

Love this thread, now I want more!!!!!