Fire and Ice: Trials (third in a series) Authors: Durhelediel and Layren Rating: PG Disclaimer: The Star Wars universe and people belong to George Lucas. We know that, but we refuse to accept it. Lol Summary: After all the recent events that have happened, Qui-Gon is placed on a solitary mission that goes horribly wrong. Will he survive to see his padawan again? Chapter One "You are under review for your recent disobedience to the Council," Mace Windu said, his fingers steepled in front of him. "The Council is concerned about how this is becoming a habit. We believe that it is time to give you a test of sorts." Qui-Gon frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "A test?" he echoed. "Merely being a few hours late with a comm call does not warrant such severity." Yoda sent him a sharp look. "Question our orders you should not. Repeated this is. Reason for this test it is." Qui-Gon fell silent, gritting his teeth. He nodded once, to Master Yoda. "As you wish, my Master." Ki-Adi Mundi, usually one of the Jedi that overlooked Qui-Gon's constant rubbing with the Council, frowned. "You will be going on a solo mission as your padawan recovers. There is no objection or negotiation on your part. Obi-Wan is not even to be told that you are leaving. You will time your departure for when he is in another bacta treatment." Qui-Gon's gaze narrowed at that. Like the Sith he would leave without informing his padawan. "As my padawan is still injured it is my duty as his master to stay at his side until he fully recovers." "Disobey you will not," Yoda barked sharply, showing a rare sign of temper. "To someone else you will appoint your duty." Qui-Gon struggled to keep his temper and his tongue in check. "Very well," he snapped. "I was under the impression that neglecting your duty was generally frowned upon. However, I will do as I am ordered." Mace glared at him. "Yes, you will," he said in a cold tone. "And never mind about appointing someone to watch over Obi-Wan. We'll take care of that for you. We suggest you leave. Now." Qui-Gon didn't bother to reply. He turned on his heel and stormed from the room, highly irritated at how the meeting had gone. He was furious at the Council, but he knew he had to get his anger in check. He headed back to the Healer's Wing to check on his padawan before he left, regardless of what the Council had just told him about leaving without informing Obi-Wan. Kyran Josel met him at his padawan's recovery room door. "He's back in bacta again. The skin on his back was so badly burned and flayed that it doesn't want to heal without reoccurring infection. Han'yaie thinks he can get the infection to go away this time, though," Kyran informed Qui-Gon quietly as he steered his friend back around toward the bacta tanks. Qui-Gon nodded, wincing at Kyran's news. And the Council expected him to leave his padawan in this condition? His heart rebelled at the idea of leaving him in this vulnerable state. His heart felt as if it would bleed with misery and anger. "I can't stay," he said shortly in an irritated tone. Kyran glanced at him, shock on his face. "Why not?" "I'm forbidden to stay at my padawan's side, due to my disobedience. The Council is sending me on a mission." He clenched his hands into fists. "I can't even tell him that I'm leaving. In fact, I'm probably highly disobeying orders just by popping in to check on him." Kyran looked as if he wished Qui-Gon were joking, but knew he was not. "Wow..." was all he could say as he stopped right outside Obi-Wan's bacta tank. Qui-Gon pushed aside his anger and discontent as he gazed at his unconscious padawan. He smiled a little seeing Obi-Wan floating peacefully in the bacta tank. He sent a wave of love and comfort to the boy. "I have to leave. The Council is appointing someone else to look after him while I'm gone." He swallowed, wincing at the pain of his still-healing throat. "I hope they pick you, but if not, I'd still appreciate you looking out for him once in awhile."