Title: Gift for ~A 2006

Author: tarotgal

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or their world. This is fanfiction and I'm just playing for fun, not making any money.

Summary: It's a very busy time at the temple, and of course Obi-Wan falls ill

Notes: Written for ~A as a holiday gift. Enjoy!


Gift for ~A 2006



Obi-Wan stared at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that filled one wall of his quarters. It was there to provide him with assistance and reference when he was practicing his kata moves. But right now, he was using it to determine how sick he looked.


He'd gone to bed the night before feeling beat, but assumed it had everything to do with the incredible deluge of work he and Qui-Gon had been trying to wade through. The banquet for the Senate was taking place next week, and delegates from all of the represented worlds were flying in. Each Master and Padawan pair were assigned no fewer than five groups and for each they had to learn basic phrases in the language, memorize dietary restrictions and environmental needs, and coordinate quarter assignments so that they would not run into opposing worlds' delegates in the hallways.


Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been assigned twelve different worlds. So far, most of the senators from the planets they had been assigned had not been at all helpful, either. And if that wasn't bad enough already, Obi-Wan had also been asked to participate in helping to arrange the welcome ceremony. The two had been burning the candle at both ends, with only a few precious hours of sleep each night.


Obi-Wan felt fatigued this morning, but that was the only thing he could attribute to being overworked. He also felt horribly congested, his throat was aflame, and there was a dull pain in his head. Obi-Wan opened his mouth wide, trying to look inside to see his throat, but couldn't see far past his teeth. He pressed his hand to his forehead to see if he had a fever, but couldn't tell. Then, before he knew what was happening, he sneezed. "ehhh-IHHHShhoo!" Obi-Wan grimaced as his head spun and nose ran. He grabbed a handkerchief from the top drawer of his dresser and blew his nose, then wiped off the mirror.


"Obi-Wan? Will you be gracing me with your lovely presence at all today?"


Obi-Wan glanced at the time display, shocked to see he had taken far too much time getting ready this morning. He put a handkerchief in his pocket and slid one up his sleeve as well. Then headed out into the common area.


Qui-Gon was there, making breakfast. Obi-Wan was always amazed at how much his master got accomplished in the early mornings. After dividing up the work for the day they had meditated together. Then while Obi-Wan showered and dressed, Qui-Gon caught up on his correspondences and cooked breakfast. Obi-Wan was not at all hungry, but he made an attempt at eating the scrambled eggs and oatmeal, and he had two glasses of juice.


While he ate, Obi-Wan practiced controlling his symptoms. Every time he felt the need to sneeze, he held his breath and reached out to the Force to calm his body. Every time his nose started to run he sniffed slowly and silently. And every time he needed to cough, he quietly cleared his throat while banging his silverware against the plate to cover the sound. While he ate, he also went over all of his options. And by the time he finished his food, he carefully broached the subject with his master.


"Qui-Gon, I have been thinking... perhaps I can stay here today? It is my place as a padawan to assist you in the work."


Qui-Gon could not immediately answer, as he was in the middle of a sip of tea. He looked at Obi-Wan over his teacup, then swallowed and set the cup down. He considered the proposition with all seriousness, but finally replied, "It is also your place as a padawan to go to your classes. You will need the base and background your courses give you in order to perform in work that is more pressing than making arrangements for politicians."


Obi-Wan nodded. "Are you certain? I only have two classes today. And I can get the notes from Bant."


"I am certain. Go to your classes. I will meet you after your second one and we can continue our work."


Devastated, Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, Master. I understand." He had managed to get his hopes up about the possibility of staying home, and now regretted doing so. He should have known that his Master would not allow it. They had a week left to finish their work. And though it was an incredibly busy time, the work was not yet so urgent. But Obi-Wan had thought it would have been the perfect arrangement. He could remain in his room and take care of himself. He could carefully and quietly nurse his cold while doing work, and hopefully recover much more quickly. With a sigh, Obi-Wan picked up his datapad and headed for the door.


"Obi-Wan, where do you think you're going?"


Obi-Wan stopped in his tracks, halfway to the door. His heart thumped with panic as he turned around. "Class, Master. Did we not just speak of that?"


Qui-Gon stared him down, arms crossed over his chest. "Without your boots?"


Obi-Wan looked down with a slight flush in his cheeks to see that he had nothing on but leggings.


As he headed back to his room to get them, his master called after him, "One might think you didn't want to go to class."


Obi-Wan sat down on his sleep couch and pulled on his boots. He glanced at himself in the mirror again and sighed. "One might." He stood up and headed out again. Before he made it to the door of their quarters, he heard someone clear a throat, and was surprised when it wasn't his own.


"You are forgetting something else, Padawan Mine."


It took Obi-Wan, with his clouded mind and ailing body, to realize what it was. But then he smiled and walked over to Qui-Gon. They embraced, and Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's forehead. Obi-Wan sighed happily to himself as he felt the strong, warm arms wrap around him. He nuzzled into his master's chest, wishing he could stay there all day. But he knew that would definitely be pressing his luck. And already he felt like sneezing again. So, reluctantly, he pulled back. "Have a good day, Master. May the Force be with you."


"And with you," Qui-Gon replied. "Now go, before you are late."




"Nervous or sick?"


Obi-Wan blinked at Bant. "Pardon?" he whispered back.


"You keep rubbing your nose," Bant replied. They kept their voices low, almost silent, so they would not be overheard in the small lecture hall. "That means you need to sneeze. And since I do not see any cats in here," she pretended to look around as though searching for felines. "The only two reasons you could have for rubbing your nose are if you are nervous or sick. Which is it?"


He hesitated to answer, undecided, but she nodded anyway. "I see. Sick."


"I am not!" Obi-Wan insisted weakly. But he rubbed his nose again, and suddenly snapped forward in his seat. "hehhh-Yehshhhh!"


"Padawan Kenobi, did you have something to say?" asked Master G'nugle, who had apparently heard nothing more than a loud sound from Obi-Wan's direction.


Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, Master. I'm sorry."


Class resumed. Obi-Wan managed to make it through with only a few small coughs and a few more sneezes, but these he stifled successfully. His second class of the day did not go well, or even as well as the first. The class was more hands-on, so he was better able to hide the sneezes during the work, but not completely.


"hahh-Ihshh! hahChhh!" His nose buried in a handkerchief, Obi-Wan winced when he felt a hand on his shoulder and realized it certainly wasn't Bant's. He pinched his nose through the handkerchief and wiped it dry. Then he looked up to see Master Tae-Shan. "Excuse be," he said, the congestion getting to him, but he did not dare blow his nose now.


"Padawan Kenobi," said the master, "I know you would not attend my lesson while ill. Not when there is so much going on in the Temple and you would be exposing your agemates to an illness."


Obi-Wan rubbed his nose again. This was not the time to sneeze or cough. He stared up at Master Tae-Shan's stern face, though he saw some sympathy in his eyes. "I will go back to my room," Obi-Wan said. He would not lie to a master, but he could not admit that he had done just as Master Tae-Shan feared he had.


Master Tae-Shan shook his head. "Go to the Healing Dome."


"Master, I will be fine if only-"


"I do not bargain, Padawan. It is an order. Go straight to the Healing Dome."


Obi-Wan sighed to himself and nodded. "Yes, Master." He quickly cleaned up his work area, knowing Bant would put away his supplies for him afterwards, and then headed out. He walked nearly the whole way there with a handkerchief over his nose.




"ehh-IHshoo! Huhshhh!" Obi-Wan sat on the examination table, legs swinging back and forth from nerves. His emotional state certainly didn't help him control the tickles in his nose, and he was slowly going through the box of tissues the healer had parked on Obi-Wan's lap after the examination. "ehhh-Shoo! ehhhKshhh! hehhSuhhh!" He barely made it two minutes without a few sneezes, in fact, and was sniffling and coughing in the times between.


Obi-Wan heard footsteps and grimaced, blowing his nose quickly and trying to gather up all the tissues he had used. There were too many to hide them completely.


It wasn't one of the healers who appeared in the doorway, but Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan's master walked into the room, closing the door behind. He hopped up on the table beside Obi-Wan and drew the younger man close. "I heard the funniest thing earlier today, Padawan." Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon, the worried blue-gray eyes looking up at soft blue ones. "I got a communication saying to come down here because my padawan was ill and could not be released unless it was into my care." He stroked Obi-Wan's arm, and then Obi-Wan's cheek. "I thought that it must be an error of some sort, because I could not imagine finding out this way that my padawan and lover was sick." He bent and kissed Obi-Wan's forehead tenderly. "Is it an error, Obi-Wan?"


Obi-Wan paused, then shook his head. "No, Master. I am sick. Hahh..." He was glad to have the tissues at his disposal. "hehhKShhh! Sniff! hahhChuhh! Sniff!  But it's only a little cold."


"Is that true, Padawan Mine?" Qui-Gon asked, studying Obi-Wan's just as Obi-Wan had done that morning in the mirror. "Only a little cold?" His hand swept over Obi-Wan's forehead to feel for fever, then rested on Obi-Wan's padawan braid, giving the hair a bit of a tug to remind Obi-Wan of full disclosure.


"Maybe it's not exactly little. But it is just a cold." He coughed and Qui-Gon rubbed his back. Then Obi-Wan turned and snuggled into Qui-Gon's chest, trying desperately to reclaim those feelings of warmth and protection he had felt that morning. Seconds later, he felt that and more flood into him. Qui-Gon wrapped both arms around him and hugged him tightly, but also lifted his leg and swung it over, onto the table, so that Obi-Wan was right in front of him now. Obi-Wan relaxed. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. We have simply so much work to do. I did not want to interfere with that or worry you."


"Well, there's no use worrying about it, because we no longer have work to do," said Qui-Gon. "The Council does not wish to risk exposing the guests to anything. So our delegates have all been reassigned and our other duties have been postponed."


Obi-Wan sighed into his master's chest. "Oh, Master. I am sorry..."


"Don't be," Qui-Gon chuckled. "After all our work so far, I could use a rest. And, to tell you the truth, missing a stuffy political function will not break my heart."


Obi-Wan pulled back, grabbing another tissue. "hehhChshh! KShihh! Sniff! I might be feeling better in a week," he said. "We might still attend the banquet."


Qui-Gon continued to chuckle, and pulled Obi-Wan close again. "No, I don't think so." He kissed the top of Obi-Wan's head and rubbed his hand up and down Obi-Wan's back. "Even if you recover by then... I have a feeling that we can find a better use for our time." Obi-Wan chuckled and nodded in agreement. Qui-Gon gave him a tight squeeze and then they separated. After Qui-Gon hopped down, he extended a hand to help Obi-Wan down. "Come now. Grab your tissues, put your boots on... again... and let's get you home to our bed."