Title: The 12 Days of Dooku (Edited by Qui-Gon Jinn) Author: Jinngerbread Characters: Qui-Gon, Dooku, assorted OC's Genre: Humor obviously, and mush. Summary: When Qui-Gon attempts the GFFA version of National Novel Writing Month during Winterfest, poor Dooku has no idea what he is in for. Author Notes: This was a gift for Star-Foozle, who wanted some Qui/Dooku bonding over silliness for Christmas. What's sillier than writing a novel in a month's time? I have won twice now, and even I still realize how silly of an idea it is. Day One Dooku entered his apartment to find his young apprentice, Qui-Gon busily typing away on a datapad, a bowl of snacks beside him, and what appeared to be a steaming mug of tea. "Doing homework, young one?" "Nope," Qui-Gon answered, barely looking up from his datapad, still typing away. Dooku looked at him for a moment, "What are you typing so frantically on?" "A novel," Qui-Gon beamed at Dooku. Dooku stared at the youth, wondering if he'd lost his mind? "A novel?" "Yep!" Qui-Gon grabbed a handful of the candies in the bowl next to him, and scarfed them down. "Why?" "Because it's the Galaxy Writing Guild Challenge, during Winterfest break," Qui-Gon looked at Dooku as if should be the most logical explanation in the galaxy. "Kyran and Shane are doing it too," he added, looking excited. "Have you done your mission report yet?" Dooku arched a brow. "Yes, all finished, just this morning! I had to hurry to finish it so I could start my novel, see," Qui-Gon started typing away again, now going back to ignoring Dooku. Dooku stared at the boy and shook his head, "How long does your novel have to be?" he asked. "Fifty thousand words!" Qui-Gon replied excitedly. "Fifty thousand words?" Dooku repeated, eying him. "Yep!" Qui-Gon was positively gleaming with enthusiasm. "And you're excited about this? That's longer than two mission reports put together," Dooku frowned. "Normally I can barely get you to even do those, let alone a novel." "Yes, but I can write whatever I want," Qui-Gon looked up smirking. Dooku had a very bad feeling about this. "Oh. Right." He paused for a long moment, "What are you writing about?" "You'll see," his padawan said in the same annoyingly cheerful voice he'd been using the whole conversation. The bad feeling increased even more. Dooku sighed, and stood, deciding he needed a strong tea and some time to relax. As he was standing to get it Qui-Gon chirped, "Done!" Dooku was taken aback, "Already? You just started!" "With today's word count!" Qui-Gon explained. "Let's go and train, Master! Maybe I'll get some good ideas for my story while I do." Dooku stared after him. Somehow he had the feeling it was going to be a very long month.