Title: Understatements

Author: tarotgal

Fandom: Star Wars

Rating: PG

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon

Disclaimer: George Lucas created the characters. I'm just playing for fun.

Summary: Obi, Qui, a head cold, and plenty of understatements

Notes: 500 words exactly

Feedback: I'd love to know if this actually worked :-)




     Qui-Gon stood in the doorway, not wanting to disturb his padawan learner just then. Obi-Wan had a handkerchief in hand and was holding it up in front of his face, albeit a few inches away. His eyes were closed but his mouth hung open so wide that his tongue was practically falling out. His nostrils were twitching and his chest heaving, and Knowing that Obi-Wan had been having trouble drawing out his sneezes each time, Qui-Gon did not dare interrupt. He watched as Obi-Wan took a few sharp gulps of air, then pitched forward with a sneeze. "heyyyashhuhhhhhh!" The blow he gave his nose a moment later was moist and messy but lasted only a few moments.


     But then Obi-Wan lifted his head, blinked, and smiled to see his master. Duties had required Qui-Gon's presence earlier, but he had hurried to their quarters immediately following them.


     Qui-Gon smiled back at him and took a seat on the bed beside where Obi-Wan sat up against the headboard and pillows. "I brought you some tea because it looked like you could use some."


     "I certaidly could!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, reaching out from the blankets wrapped around him to take the mug of tea in both hands. He shivered as he met its warmth first through touch then taste.


     "You look cold," Qui-Gon said, pulling off his cloak and draping it over Obi-Wan's front, then pulling the blankets around the young man's shoulders to meet at his chest.


     Obi-Wan nodded, clenching his teeth to keep them from chattering as he drank. And when Qui-Gon put an arm around him, Obi-Wan rested his head on Qui-Gon's shoulder. "I'b glad you're back," said Obi-Wan with a sigh.


     He took another sip of the tea then abruptly handed it back to his master as he picked up his hanky and held it up again. "hahh... hahhhh..." Qui-Gon squeezed Obi-Wan's shoulders for reassurance, letting him know he did not mind being patient. "hahh-ahhh-AiiiYIHShhuhhhh!" But the moment the sneeze was out, Obi-Wan's mouth pulled down into a frown again. "ehhh-IHHChhuhhhh!" He sneezed, bending forward at the waist at the force of it. He sniffed liquidly and blew his nose more than once as he sat up and leaned again into his master. Then he took back his tea with another sigh. "I feel awful," he confessed, toning it down again so as not to worry Qui-Gon.


     Qui-Gon nodded in understanding and petted Obi-Wan's cheek and forehead as the young man drank his tea. "You're ill and running a bit of a fever," he said, toning it down again so as not to worry Obi-Wan.


     He pressed his cool palm against Obi-Wan's forehead and even though the padawan shivered, he seemed glad for it. Obi-Wan smiled and closed his eyes. "Your touch bakes be feel good."


     "Good," Qui-Gon whispered, pressing a kiss into Obi-Wan's temple. "Because I have no intention of letting you go until you're well again." He spoke the first completely accurate words between them since his return.