An Unexpected Roommate
This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Mace/Qui-Gon
Timeline: sometime after Depa was knighted and before Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan as his Padawan
Summary: something's not right
For tpm100's prompt:
Inspiration: I've always had the notion of Mace and Qui-Gon as the odd couple.
Warnings: crack
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, tpm100, jinnlovers, windu_philes, starwars_slash
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Exhausted from a difficult mission, Qui-Gon was just glad to get back to his room at the Temple. He let himself in, kicked off his boots, dumped his overtunic on the chair ... and realized that something was wrong.
His quarters were ... organized. Everything lined up straight and stacked neatly, the comfortable disarray replaced by sterile cleanliness.
With a sinking feeling, he opened his closet. The sight of ironed robes met his eyes.
Oh, no ...
He turned around to see Mace walk through the door. "My quarters are being painted," he said. "I didn't think you'd mind."
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Mace/Qui-Gon
Timeline: sometime after Depa was knighted and before Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan as his Padawan
Summary: something's not right
For tpm100's prompt:
Inspiration: I've always had the notion of Mace and Qui-Gon as the odd couple.
Warnings: crack
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, tpm100, jinnlovers, windu_philes, starwars_slash
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Exhausted from a difficult mission, Qui-Gon was just glad to get back to his room at the Temple. He let himself in, kicked off his boots, dumped his overtunic on the chair ... and realized that something was wrong.
His quarters were ... organized. Everything lined up straight and stacked neatly, the comfortable disarray replaced by sterile cleanliness.
With a sinking feeling, he opened his closet. The sight of ironed robes met his eyes.
Oh, no ...
He turned around to see Mace walk through the door. "My quarters are being painted," he said. "I didn't think you'd mind."