Title: S is for Spatula Author: Layren Characters: Kyran, Shane and Qui-Gon. Summary: A padawan's attempt to get off probation ends in disaster. Author's Note: Many thanks to Fluff-Slayer who gave me the bunny and let me run with it Kyran Josel and Drex Rixar belong to me. Please ask before using them. Shane Callister and Master Zephir belong to Neon Star and I am borrowing them with her permission. Qui-Gon belongs to George Lucas. I did not have this beta'ed so all of the mistakes are my own. I've probably missed a bunch. If you see any send me a pm and I'll correct it Edits -- for coding and other errors. S is for Spatula "Ky, I don't think you're doing it right," the seven-year-old commented peering into the frying pan his bondmate was attempting to use on the stove. "I know how to flip an egg, Qui-Gon," the padawan said through clenched teeth. "Are you sure you don't need any help?" Shane watched his bondmate struggle with the egg he was attempting to fry. "No, thank you, Shane. I can manage on my own." There was a long silence, interrupted only by the sizzle of the eggs, which were still stuck to the bottom. "Ky, Master Zephir usually uses one of these," Qui-Gon said, pulling out the spatula. "Well, I'm using this," Kyran said holding up his spoon and waving it threateningly in his direction. "It was just a suggestion, Kyran," Shane commented, putting his arms protectively around Qui-Gon and pulling him away from the wrath of Kyran's spoonula which was dripping grease down the edge. "Suggest somewhere else, you're ruining my concentration," Kyran said absently as he fought to flip the egg with his rounded spoon. The two onlookers fell silent for a moment, watching with varying degrees of alarm as their bondmate struggled with his soupy opposition (which was beginning to look less and less like an egg). The egg was beginning to reach new heights of discoloration as it continued to stick to the bottom of the pan. Kyran was gritting his teeth as he struggled to get the egg to flip. The silence was broken as the pan went flying, clattering to the floor and the burnt remains finally tugged free and landed with a plop on the countertop. "Sithspit." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My life is over." "Your life isn't over, Ky," Shane's voice was sympathetic even as he patted his bondmate on the arm. "It was just a mistake." "My life is a mistake," he moaned theatrically. "I forgot to grease the pan," he said burying his face in his hands. Master Rixar's voice interrupted them. Holding up the remains of the mess, which was on the counter he said, "What happened padawan?" Kyran's face flushed. "I was trying to make you an egg for breakfast, Master," he said sheepishly. Drex was touched that his padawan had gone to all that effort for him. He came around to kneel down by his apprentice who was radiating his misery for all to feel. He put a hand on the boy's shoulders. "Padawan, I'm touched you went to all the effort for me." I wonder if he still remembers that I'm grounded, Kyran thought, putting on a brave face and nodding. "Nevertheless, " the master paused and looked at Kyran with what his padawan called his "master" look. "You're still grounded." "Sithspit."