|Master and Apprentice
"Master!" Obi-Wan hurried to the prone figure of his mentor, not wanting to think…to even countenance the idea that this was the end. After all these years together as master and padawan, father and son in many ways. To loose Qui-Gon like this…
No. He would not believe it.
"Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon raised his blue eyes to meet those of his padawan, pain filled and exhausted with the struggle to keep going that little bit longer so that he could say what needed to be said.
Kenobi listened intently to his master's words, the grief threatening to render their meanings senseless…. wait a moment. What was that?
Train the boy? Him?!?
"C-could you run that one past me again, master?"
"He is the chosen one…" Qui-Gon gasped. "Train him."
Obi-Wan looked indignantly at his fading master.
"Is that it?" he yelled. "Twelve years of my life and all I get is 'train the boy'? No 'Goodbye, my dear apprentice,' or 'you've been a wonderful padawan, I'm really sorry to be leaving you behind?' All you can say is 'train the boy?!?' Thank you very much!"
"Listen…Obi-Wan. The boy is…"
"Yeah, yeah. The chosen one. I've heard it all before." Obi-Wan growled.
"Then you will train…?"
With considerable relief, Qui-Gon took the opportunity to die right then and there, which Obi-Wan thought was very ungrateful.
"This changes matters somewhat." Obi-Wan frowned, letting Qui-Gon's head fall back against the ground with an undignified thunk. "But with a little bit of careful thought…"
Obi-Wan sat back on his haunches, and then grinned.
"Well, Obi-Wan. You're a padawan no longer." Mace congratulated the young man by clapping him on the back. "If only your master was here to see it."
"Here in spirit, he is." Yoda smiled.
"Where?" Obi-Wan jumped and looked madly about him.
"Calm down. You're so jumpy. When Yoda said he was here in spirit I'm sure he meant…" Mace stopped as he stared at some small movement out the corner of his eye. "What is that?"
Each member of the council turned round to see the figure of a young blonde boy wiping at the windows with a dirty rag.
"That is young Skywalker. I told Qui-Gon I'd see he was trained and I've fulfilled my part of the bargain. I've got him a job as an apprentice window cleaner." Obi-Wan walked over to the glass and banged a couple of times to get his attention.
"You've missed a bit." He pointed as Anakin started to furiously rub at the window.
"But he's the Chosen One…" Depa Billaba stated.
"Oh yeah?" Obi-Wan's face lit up underneath his three-day-old beard.
"I didn't choose him."
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