|Anakin's Baby Book
Author: pronker PM
Obi-Wan learns to cherish the moment, finally.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Obi-Wan K. & Anakin Skywalker - Words: 671 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 6 - Published: 01-04-13 - Status: Complete - id: 8874846
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Title: Anakin's Baby Book
Era: Immediately post-The Phantom Menace
Disclaimer: I own neither Disney nor Lucasfilm, make no profit from this fanfiction set in Star Wars, and I am neither Walt nor George.
Summary: Obi-Wan cherishes the moment, at last.
A/N: This is dedicated to the site 'MasterapprenticeDOTorg,' whose wide-ranging tales often considered the Master/Padawan bond beginning at very tender ages, and even in infancy. Wondrous are the ways of the Force.
"Standard new Padawan issue. Any complaints, bring it back. Next in line!"
Obi-Wan shuffled away from Quartermaster K'aki's half-door, arms stuffed with robes, boots, and a mysterious box stamped 'J. Temple All-N-One Padawan Kit.' Anakin had protested that he was a big boy now and did not need anyone to hold his hand while he got shots and so Obi-Wan was alone in the morning for the first time since Qui-Gon's pyre. Obi-Wan had watched his new Padawan march through the Healers' swinging doors, shrugged and then resolved to utilize his time efficiently, as Master Qui-Gon had taught. He had made his way to the Quartermaster and then homeward.
Obi-Wan sagged onto a meditation pad. Fifteen minutes later, fresh from the Force, he dumped the box's contents onto the floor in front of his crossed legs. Items spilled willy-nilly, Merit Beads rolled and lightsaber makings glittered. A plainly-bound book came to rest beside his right hand, along with an pot of ink and a balana thranta quill. A book? Only the most important data, the most lasting, was committed to actual paper. He opened to the preface.
Jedi Temple All-Purpose Baby Book. For use by Masters only, for Padawans of any age. Some categories will apply to you.
There was a dedication page.
Whether you are bonded to an infant, a toddler, or a 'tween, you will record only the most serious events in indelible ink. All frivolous occurrences will enliven the rest of your memories. You will need them to sweeten the upcoming decade or two. May The Force Be With You.
If this is your first Padawan, you will call upon the Force more than ever before.
There began a list with a series of check boxes, with space beside to add dates.
First time Padawan kept you up all night.
Write brief account of how you chose your Padawan. Attach additional sheets if necessary.
First argument over frequency of visits from Padawan's Grandmaster.
First time Padawan got lost:
At the beach.
At the Jedi Temple Annual Picnic and Open Temple Tour.
At the Coruscanti Fair, by the games of chance.
In Initiates' Hall.
First time Padawan said, "I hate you, Master."
First trip to the Healers', non-emergency.
First trip to the Healers', emergency.
Liters of blood needed for transfusion.
Time spent in coma:
First dirty look at other Master when his ill-bred, poorly-trained Padawan snubs yours.
First midnight stumble over toys on floor.
First death to explain.
First time you both weep simultaneously.
First faceplant when Padawan darts in front of you:
Broken nose for Padawan.
Broken nose for you.
First crush that is sort of cute.
First loss of interest in crush:
In ten minutes.
When new crush is inappropriate performer in HoloNet series.
First time as pilot, when chipped paint on newly-issued:
First (and ONLY) time through The Talk.
Third time, so your Padawan can clarify those pesky, final questions which you have.
First serious attachment.
Eighteenth recital of the Code in unison.
Thirty-ninth recital, one at a time.
Worst argument ever.
Longest cold shoulder given:
By Padawan, to you.
By you, to Padawan.
First Sensing of equilibrium attained, more or less, sometimes.
Greatest pride in Padawan.
Personal best time to disperse pride into the Force.
Date of Knighting.
Obi-Wan dipped the quill into the inkpot.