Title: As One

Author: tarotgal

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: PG

Pairing: Qui/Obi

Disclaimer: Not my boys. Just my ficlette.

Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Reunite

Notes: This follows 'When the Master Gets Sick...' and '...the Padawan is Not Far to Follow'

Word Count: 500 words



As One


     Qui-Gon was roused from sleep by an intense tickle in his nose. Back in his own quarters and his own bed, he knew where the tissue box was and propped himself up on both elbows as he reached for it. "herrSchhhhhh!" He sneezed into his pillow before getting the tissues to his nose, but he didn't much care. He cupped them to his face to muffle a second sneeze and then blow his nose. "herKShfffff!" His head snapped down towards the pillows from the force, his hair only loosely tied back, fell past his shoulders and against his cheeks.


     He heard footsteps and, for a brief moment, thought it was Tala checking up on him. But what he felt was unmistakably not Tala's presence. Qui-Gon pulled his head up, sniffing and coughing lightly to clear away the congestion, even just a little bit.


     Qui-Gon wanted his padwan's homecoming to be one of joy, even if that lasted only a moment before evidence of his illness showed through. He would welcome the man first, then explain how he wasn't feeling well. Then Obi-Wan would have to sleep on the sofa in the common area to avoid catching his master's cold.


     But the sight that met Qui-Gon's welcoming smile was not one he liked or had expected. Obi-Wan looked terribly pale, apart from bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and a red nose. He sniffled and shivered as he surveyed Qui-Gon in the bed the way Qui-Gon was evaluating him.


     Silently, Qui-Gon raised his arm, lifting up the blankets along with it. Obi-Wan slithered out off his cloak and boots on the way to bed, then slid beneath the blankets with the rest of his uniform still on. In one move, Qui-Gon brought the blankets down and wrapped his arm securely around his padawan. Both lying on their side, Obi-Wan scooted backwards and Qui-Gon moved forwards until they were locked together in form and in warmth.


     Obi-Wan tensed instead of relaxing, however, and Qui-Gon passed the tissue box. "ehhh-UHshuhhh!" Obi-Wan wiped his nose and tossed the tissue over the side of the bed. Then he hugged the tissue box to his chest while Qui-Gon hugged Obi-Wan to his own. The pointer finger on his other hand traced patterns in the short, padawan-style hair. It stroked behind Obi-Wan's ear, and down neck and clothes to follow the braid. It felt so nice to be back in bed with Obi-Wan again that he hardly wanted to miss a moment by falling asleep. Obi-Wan coughed, then he closed his eyes to the soothing touch.


     //When next we holiday, we can have a retreat of our own and see all the things you missed,// Qui-Gon suggested through their bond.


     Obi-Wan smiled and nodded in agreement. //And in the morning I can help you with the ceremony preparations. It will go twice as fast with us both working on it.//


     Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan an especially tight hug, then closed his eyes. They drifted off to sleep together as one.