The Force is long with this one...
And wide. And curves a little to the left. ::clears throat:: Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah...
Way back in the dark ages, I read a little Master/Apprentice fic and had an idea for a bit of a ficlet -- a silly sort of a thing -- but I never wrote it down. Then today, frahulettaes recced a couple of SW stories and I wasted much of the afternoon.
Not What You Think It Means
"Know what you are up to, I do!"
"Master Yoda." Whirling around, Obi Wan tucked the package he'd just picked up under his robe and hurriedly reinforced his shields. Be calm. He's just guessing.
The tiny Jedi Master thumped the end of his cane down on the marble floor. "Saw the invoice, I did!"
Oh crap. It was very much against the rules for Master and Padowan to be involved in any kind of a physical relationship. "Master Yoda, I can explain..."
"Explain can you?" The enormous green ears swiveled forward. "Think I was born yesterday do you?"
"No, Master, I..."
"Think you are the first Padowan to break the rules this way, hmm?"
Actually, he'd never thought of it, caught up in the moment... moments... hours... He cleared his throat. "I didn't..."
"Of course not. Think they invent everything do the young. Young too, was I..."
Obi Wan sent out a plea to the Force that this wasn't going where it seemed to be going.
"...and this too I tried!"
Oh gods. He suppressed a shudder at the visuals.
"And for the Academy skimmers to beat those hopped up flyers of the town boys, more than expensive lubrication on the flywheels will you need."
"Wha...?"
"Recalibrated must the mass ratios be. Perhaps also the safety on thrust proportions removed, hmmm?" A wrinkled lid dropped over one dark eye in a broad wink. "But hear this from me, you did not." He turned away before Obi Wan could think of a suitable reply and stomped off, muttering about racing and skimmers and up-holding the winning record of the Academy.
Obi Wan waited until he was out of sight then pulled the package out from under his robe, thinking that it was good thing he'd ordered the Astro Glide. A case of Prick Slick would have been a lot harder to explain.
Way back in the dark ages, I read a little Master/Apprentice fic and had an idea for a bit of a ficlet -- a silly sort of a thing -- but I never wrote it down. Then today, frahulettaes recced a couple of SW stories and I wasted much of the afternoon.
Not What You Think It Means
"Know what you are up to, I do!"
"Master Yoda." Whirling around, Obi Wan tucked the package he'd just picked up under his robe and hurriedly reinforced his shields. Be calm. He's just guessing.
The tiny Jedi Master thumped the end of his cane down on the marble floor. "Saw the invoice, I did!"
Oh crap. It was very much against the rules for Master and Padowan to be involved in any kind of a physical relationship. "Master Yoda, I can explain..."
"Explain can you?" The enormous green ears swiveled forward. "Think I was born yesterday do you?"
"No, Master, I..."
"Think you are the first Padowan to break the rules this way, hmm?"
Actually, he'd never thought of it, caught up in the moment... moments... hours... He cleared his throat. "I didn't..."
"Of course not. Think they invent everything do the young. Young too, was I..."
Obi Wan sent out a plea to the Force that this wasn't going where it seemed to be going.
"...and this too I tried!"
Oh gods. He suppressed a shudder at the visuals.
"And for the Academy skimmers to beat those hopped up flyers of the town boys, more than expensive lubrication on the flywheels will you need."
"Wha...?"
"Recalibrated must the mass ratios be. Perhaps also the safety on thrust proportions removed, hmmm?" A wrinkled lid dropped over one dark eye in a broad wink. "But hear this from me, you did not." He turned away before Obi Wan could think of a suitable reply and stomped off, muttering about racing and skimmers and up-holding the winning record of the Academy.
Obi Wan waited until he was out of sight then pulled the package out from under his robe, thinking that it was good thing he'd ordered the Astro Glide. A case of Prick Slick would have been a lot harder to explain.