Title: What's Mine is Yours
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: None really (pre-Qui/Obi, I suppose)
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
Word Count: 500 in each part
What's Mine is Yours
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.
"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.
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.