Here's chappie eight to all you wonderful readers!
Special thanks to GeriK, who edited this, and all my usual readers, who are very encouraging (JediLuminaraUnduli, PeaceGuardian - tell her that I'm having trouble with long chappies for this for now, please! -, jedimastersandy, JediWolfMaster and koolinkenji, and everyone else!)
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Qui-Gon made his way the next day towards Master Mace Windu's quarters, nearly running into several very small younglings. He had just lost his "Jedi Serenity" (not that he had it much from the start) ever since he had heard that Master Windu had taken on his former Padawan. Personally, he didn't want Obi-Wan to be taught by that master; otherwise Obi-Wan would become a rule-follower, not a rule-breaker (hey, he had liked the kid's attempts to be as stubborn as him). When they had argued, Obi-Wan was as stubborn as him. What would he learn from Mace Windu? Probably skilled in obeying the Council's every whim and never questioning their decisions. That was the main reason he was heading towards Mace's new quarters, that and to confirm if the rumors were true: that Obi-Wan and Mace had bonded quickly. Soon, he was outside the door. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and pressed the buzzer.
Obi-Wan and Mace were happily eating the waffles that Depa had made for them. While she watched in amusement from the other end of the triangle-shaped table, Obi-Wan swallowed down three waffles at once, with no problem.
"Hah!" he exclaimed to his new Master. "I'd like to see you do better. Master," he added as an afterthought. Mace raised an eyebrow at his Padawan.
"You don't think that I, developer of Vaapad and Senior Master and member of the council, can swallow more than three waffles down at once without choking?" He looked thoughtful. "I'll try." He slipped four waffles on his fork, opened his mouth and gulped them down without the slightest hint of trouble. Obi-Wan looked awed.
"Wow, that's amazing Master! Did you know that he could do that, Depa?" he asked the dark-haired woman across from him. Depa glanced at Mace.
"Nope, but then only you would think up something like that, Obi!" She grinned and ruffled his hair.
"Hey!" Obi-Wan quickly smoothed his hair and glanced down at his new Padawan braid. He finally felt happy that he had been chosen, and glancing at his Master's face, he judged that his Master felt the same. As Obi-Wan started on his eggs, Depa exclaimed, "Wow, Obi, I feel bad for your Master. You're going to be eating a lot more than he does pretty quickly! I wonder if he'll be able to keep up with you once your growth spurts set in!"
"Hey," Mace pretended to be offended. "I'm not that old, Depa!"
"Then how old are you?" Obi-Wan asked mischievously.
"I'm not going to tell you," Mace said firmly.
"Fifty-five on the fifteenth of this month," Depa grinned at the same time he did. Obi-Wan's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
"Oh my – Master, you're that old?!" he said to his Master. "You're nearly as old as Master Jinn."
"Fortunately, I am a few months younger than him," Mace said dryly, and they continued eating. After they finished and had done the dishes: Mace washing, Depa wiping, and Obi putting away. He and Depa had several little snickers when Mace cursed loudly when some stains refused to come off of the pans. Later, they were all sitting in the living room, just staring at each other.
"So…what do you want to do?" Depa asked, breaking the silence. The buzzer sounded out. Mace went over to check who it was, and mentally cursed.
"Who is it, Master?" Obi-Wan asked cautiously.
"Master Qui-Gon Jinn."
Master Jinn felt a bit awkward when Mace opened the door to let him in; he felt as if he was intruding on an important but private meeting. Depa Billaba stared at him, giving no hint of her feelings towards him, while Obi-Wan sat on her right, looking towards his former Master, who was now entering.
"Depa, could you please take Obi-Wan over to your quarters while Qui and I 'talk?'" Mace asked. Depa nodded and got up, and Obi-Wan rose and followed her to the door.
Mace waved the door shut behind them and turned to face Qui-Gon.
"Hey, Qui," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I get the feeling that this isn't merely a friendly visit."
"Yes, Mace, and hello to you too," Qui-Gon said, feeling a bit worried. How in the name of the Force would he say this? Just by looking at Mace, he felt a surge of anger threaten to overwhelm him.
"Well?" Mace asked, raising both eyebrows. Qui-Gon slowly let the anger drain out of him.
"Mace, I know you're my friend and all, but why in the name of the Force did you have to choose Obi-Wan as your apprentice?!" Mace sighed.
"Qui, you refused to take him back, so I stepped in. Besides, Depa likes him, and we've bonded so quickly that we are now inseparable. The Council's thinking of having the three of us hunt down Jenna Zan Arbor soon, though I don't know when."
"Mace, he's just a boy; he can't be taken to hunt down a criminal as of yet. And why did you choose him? Other masters could've chosen him, probably would've taken him too, but you had to. What the heck?" Mace narrowed his eyes.
"Qui, you're my friend, but this time I think you've gone too far," he said briskly. "I took him because I felt the Force telling me to do so. Besides, you practically ditched him, no matter how many times he's stood by you or how many times he's given life or limb for you. I'm surprised, and very disappointed in you, Qui. Perhaps you'll later come to realize your mistake, and take him back. Until you've learned your lesson, however, Obi's going to be my Padawan. And nothing you do can stop me, or him, from doing so. Besides, I think he's quite attached to me, and to separate us would be detrimental." He stared at Qui-Gon, a stubborn expression on his face. Qui-Gon was astounded. Mace Windu? Stubborn? Now this was something new. Before he could say anything else, Mace pointed to the door. "Please go, Qui. You're welcome to visit, but please do not upset Obi nor me. This is right; please accept the will of the Force for now, okay Qui?"
"Yes, Mace; um, are you feeling alright?" Qui asked. "You're talking about 'the will of the Force' and 'accepting it' and usually I'm doing that!" Mace smiled.
"You rubbed off of me, Qui, and thank you; otherwise I wouldn't have Obi here in my life," he said softly. They shook hands, both sort of smiling, and feeling a bit happier inside, though Qui-Gon still felt a bit guilty. But, as usual…it was the will of the Force, or so he thought. He smiled as he walked down the hallway, nodding at Depa and Obi-Wan, feeling happy that at least he wasn't going to have to work with Mace and Obi (or Depa, for that matter), because the Council would have reservations about it.
Little did he know about what would happen in less than ten years; something that he would feel guilty about afterwards.
Okay...this is the end, so please tell me what you think and if I should do a sequel to this. Review, please! I am thinking about doing a sequel, but please tell me what you think!
May the Force be with you all!
Jedi Ani Unduli