Disclaimer: GL would not approve, and I am not he. I'm just
a poor chica not getting anything for this
Summary: A young Obi-Wan and
a jumping-to-conclusions Qui-Gon, a case of the sniffles, and some sharing
What's Mine is Yours
I.
It was late
in the evening when Qui-Gon returned home, sensing his padawan was already there.
However, there was no sign of him in the common room and the door to the 'fresher
was open. Qui-Gon positioned himself in the doorway to Obi-Wan's room and began
to utter a greeting. But Obi-Wan was not there either. Obi-Wan's uniform lay in
a pile on the floor and his saber was nestled on top. Confused, Qui-Gon pulled
down the blankets of Obi-Wan's sleep couch to find it empty.
So he moved
onwards to the only other possibility- his own bedroom. He raised his eyebrows
at how he found Obi-Wan. "Padawan, what are you doing half dressed and rooting
through my underwear drawer?"
Obi-Wan
turned, a flush in his cheeks and a pair of underwear in hand.
Narrowing
his eyes, Qui-Gon attempted to decide what precisely to say.
In a split
second, Obi-Wan realized what he was holding and quickly turned, tossing it
back into the drawer. "Imsosorry!" he apologized quickly. "I just... I was
looking for..."
"Obi-Wan,"
Qui-Gon said sternly, not buying the excuse. "I realize boys your age get
urges. And some part of me is flattered, but it's really not appropriate--"
"hahh-TShhhtt!" Obi-Wan sneezed, bending
forward at the waist. He quickly covered his nose and sniffled wetly. "Where do
you keep your hankies, Master? I didn't especially want to go into your drawers
but I really needed... one. Sniff! h'TShhht!
TShttt!"
Qui-Gon
moved quickly, retrieving one from the back of the drawer and handing it over. Obi-Wan
cupped it to his face and blew his nose plentifully. He moved towards Qui-Gon instinctively,
either for warmth or support, and Qui-Gon wrapped an arm around him. Wearing
only sleep pants, Obi-Wan shivered but welcomed the touch. "Do you want to lie
down? You can stretch out in my bed under more warm blankets." Qui-Gon asked
with a comforting squeeze.
Obi-Wan
nodded and Qui-Gon tucked Obi-Wan into his bed. "Master? What were you going on
about before?" Obi-Wan asked, looking curiously up at Qui-Gon for a moment
before his eyes snapped shut again. "huh-TShuhhh!
Sniff!" He blew his nose again and barely remembered his question
afterwards.
Stroking
Obi-Wan's cheek with the back of his hand, Qui-Gon shook his head. "Forget I
said anything. I thought..." He sighed and changed the subject. "You're free to get
my handkerchiefs any time. What's mine is yours. Are you feeling terribly sick?"
Obi-Wan
shook his head. "Just a little sneezy. It's the sniffles like last time.
Thought I would get some sleep to try to get better."
"Good for
you," Qui-Gon said, patting Obi-Wan's head. "I'll let you alone so you can
sleep." Obi-Wan nodded and closed his eyes. He rubbed the hanky at his nose,
then rested his hand beside his head on the pillow. "Maybe we'll see about
getting you handkerchiefs of your own. So you won't have to go through my
underwear whenever you get the sniffles." Obi-Wan drifted off to sleep, smiling.
II.
"uhhh...H'Chhh!" With a slight groan,
Qui-Gon opened his eyes and immediately looked around to see if his padawan had
heard him sneeze. Obi-Wan had gone back to his room during the night and, it
seemed, he had not returned.
Sniffling,
Qui-Gon got out of bed and went straight for his dresser. The top drawer was a
mess, with socks and underwear strewn about instead of neatly folded and
organized. He felt around in the back but did not find what he was looking for.
His breath
catching, he frowned and directed another sneeze into his shoulder. "huhh-UHChhh!" He shivered at the spray
against his bare shoulder and searched faster to no avail. "Sith!" he swore,
his nose running now.
"Master?"
Surprised
to hear his padawan Qui-Gon turned and groaned, noticing his underwear in hand.
He tossed it back and made a mental note to move his underwear and
handkerchiefs to separate drawers. "Just looking for a hanky. And not finding
any."
"I think I
took them," Obi-Wan said. He ducked out for a moment and returned with a clean,
folded handkerchief in hand. "Sorry."
Qui-Gon
shook his head, took the handkerchief, and rubbed at his nose. "It's fine. It
was a good idea to keep them with you. And you didn't know I'd need... oh..." He
turned and cupped the handkerchief to his face. "huhhh-Urshhh!"
"Are you
sick, Master?"
Qui-Gon
blew his nose and shrugged. "I think it's just a small case of the sniffles. But
I could really use a handkerchief or two."
Obi-Wan
nodded. "And maybe a cup of tea?"
With a
grateful sigh, Qui-Gon nodded back. "That is something I would most definitely
appreciate." He sat down on the bed and rubbed at his nose. Obi-Wan paused in
the doorway, looking back. "I'll bring your tea. You should get back in bed. Rest
for the morning."
Agreeing,
Qui-Gon got back in and sat up against the headboard. Warm and comfortable, he
drifted in and out of sleep until Obi-Wan returned. Taking the tea, he made
room for Obi-Wan on the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better,"
said Obi-Wan softly. Blushingly, "Looks like that's because I gave you my
sniffles."
Qui-Gon
chuckled as he drank. "I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way. But I'm glad
you're feeling better." His face fell again and, knowing that look, Obi-Wan
took the tea from him. "uhhh-Shhuhh!
Urschhhh! Actually, I like that idea about resting."
Obi-Wan took
the tea then got up and tucked Qui-Gon into bed. Noticing Obi-Wan's yawn, "If
you're still tired, would you like to sleep here with me, Padawan Mine? I could
use the warmth."
Eagerly,
Obi-Wan climbed into bed and snuggled up to his master, a little closer than he
had the night before. "Do you mind me being so... close?" he asked timidly.
Happily
surprised, Qui-Gon shook his head. "So long as you don't mind my--"
"I don't
mind," Obi-Wan replied quickly. Obi-Wan drifted off to sleep, smiling. This
time, Qui-Gon did the same.