Title: D is for Disaster Author: Layren Characters: Qui-Gon, Dooku Timeframe: Qui-Gon is sixteen. Genre: Humor, I hope Summary: Dooku has accidentally taken the wrong dosage of medication... Author Notes: I hope this turns out halfway readable The challenge was Padawan Qui-Gon, a droid, Medicated Jedi Masters, a clown, romance and Naboo. I think I got it all in. The thread this challenge originated from can be found here: [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/24599510/p5] From Before to Beyond: the Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Discussion Thread [/link]. I also decided to try to experiment with doing something dialogue-only. Disclaimer: I do not own Qui-Gon or Dooku. The Great Flanneled One does. You don't want to sue me. Move along. Edit - to include a link to the challenge thread this sucker came from so everyone knows who to blame It's not my fault... really! "Master are you all right?" "Oh yes, the clowns are delightful." "Ah?Master, there aren't any clowns. Are you sure you're all right? You look awfully red." "Red I am not, clowns there are!" "Now you're using Yoda syntax? Definitely something wrong with you." "Mock my Master I can if I want to. He was mine first!" "Yes Master, he was. I think we need to get you to the Healers." "Fine I am!" "Is that so? Then why are you standing on top of the table? The treaty needs to be signed, Master and we can't do it with you standing on top of it." "I don't care! I'm tired of these endless negotiations that don't seem to go anywhere." "It's unjedi-like to sulk, Master. People are staring, you really should get down." "No, I'm happy up here." "Well I'm afraid I must insist. Master!" "I am in charge here, learner, not you." "But? ow!" "No buts! I'm the Master, you're the learner." "Yes, Master." "Where was I?" "Getting off the table?" "Oh, yes. Where are we anyway?" "On Naboo. We're supposed to sign a treaty as part of a reminiscing celebration of when the treaty was originally signed." "That sounds boring." "It is, so why don't you go lie down?" "Ahh, perhaps I will. Excellent suggestion, Padawan." "I thought so." "Padawan, did I ever tell you about the time I fell in love with Master Nu?" "The library archivist? Yes, Master. You've told me. You should go to sleep." "Do you think Jocasta would sleep with me if I asked her?" "Ahhh seeing as I'm not her, I really couldn't say." "What a pity." ~*~ "I do apologize for my Master's behavior." "That's all right, Padawan Jinn. We'll get the Healers down here to see if we can't figure out what's wrong with him." "I would be most grateful for your speed, Your Majesty." "Of course Padawan Jinn." "The Healer's droid can escort you to the Palace Med-Ward." "Thank you, Your Excellency." "Let us know what the Healers discover, Padawan Jinn." "I will, thank you again for your kindness, Your Majesty." ~*~ "What happened?" "Do you remember anything Master?" "No. Why?" "No reason." "Your face is red, Qui-Gon. Answer me." "The healers say you overdosed on your blood pressure medication. It could have killed you, instead you only ended up hallucinating." "I was hallucinating?" "Yes." "In public?" "Ahh? yes Master." "Gutka."