Character: Obi-Wan's POV.
Timeline: Pre-Padme, Post-Ani
Warnings: Obi with aprons, meat and bad writing. Obi apron!angst. Stupid!Qui, slightly annoying!Ani and Sad!Obi.
The stew was bubbling a little too much then required, Obi-Wan noticed.
Frowning a little at the stove, he turned the gas down with the Force,
while continuing his epic battle with the Aklar steak.
Obi wasn't sure himself how he wound up on kitchen duty for the next 2
months. All he remembered was staying up late to work on his
lightsaber, and falling asleep on the work bench. The next morning all
of Qui-Gon's house plants had been brutally massacred, with his
lightsaber lying guilty among the victims. Obi had also remembered
Anakin avoiding his eyes when Qui-Gon had sentenced him to two months'
worth of kitchen duty.
Obi gave a long-suffering sigh. It wasn't that he minded the kitchen
duty. In fact, he rather liked cooking. But it was the fact that he
didn't do it
him. If anything, Ani was to blame, judging by his reaction to Obi's
fate. Even Xani had favored Obi with a sympathetic look.
It's just that Qui-Gon didn't understand
His Master always favored his youngest Padawan, so Ani got away with
everything. Xani, being the oldest and most experienced of the three,
often found ways of his own to escape the situation. That left Obi as
the scapegoat in many cases.
Maybe it was because Obi was the normal one. Xanathos had been
introduced into the Order by the means of a bribe, and had killed his
own father in order to protect Qui-Gon. Anakin...Well, Anakin had just
been abandoned on the Temple steps. What was Obi compared to them? The
most tragic thing that had ever happened to him was the death of his
pet eopie Jark. Maybe Qui-Gon felt like he owed his eldest and youngest
apprentices too much.
Kenobi in the middle indeed.
Tossing more Aiwha claws in the stew, Obi was slightly aware that he
was making his Master's favourites again. Aklar steak marinated in
gravy with Aiwha and Nerf stew. In fact, he made it so often that Xani
and Ani often tried to worm their way out of dinner while he was on
duty. Xani had once pointed out subtly (If yelling across the Temple
courtyard constitues as 'subtle') that Obi's menu never seemed to
It didn't help that Obi's favourite apron had minature Qui-Gon Jinns
dancing around the front. It had been a gift from Master Quinlan when Obi was
13, and he loved it very much indeed. But Qui-Gon had frowned upon the
gift, muttering something about copyright issues before retreating to
his room for the remainder of Obi's birthday. Xani and Ani ran off to
their rooms after gatecrashing the party (Obi really didn't remember
inviting them) and smashing his face into the cake. And hence Obi-Wan
Kenobi's 13th birthday was spent with his apron amongst the messy
kitchen unit of their quarters. After that, Obi refused to celebrate
his birthday with the three of them again. The next five years were
spent with Bant and Siri in a quiet corner of the Temple's
cafeteria, watching holos of old, sad films and snacking on junk food.
Not like his Master would celebrate with him anyway. Qui-Gon, bless his
aging memory, never remembered Obi's birthday. So Obi never got
presents like Xani's new leather robe, or Ani's tool set. After the
first two years, he had even given up on hinting at what he'd like to
recieve. Despite his wishes, Obi's woolen socks remain hole-ridden
after four years.
Deep down, Obi knew that he loved his Master. He couldn't exactly
explain how, but he just knew that he did. Qui-Gon might not pay much
attention to Obi, will always forget his birthday, and was absolutely
incorrigable in noticing his second Padawan's affections towards him,
but Obi forgave him anyway. He found it hard to stay mad at Qui-Gon
with his personal best having only been two hours. But still, sometimes
his Master was so exasperating that Obi wished the only Qui-Gon Jinns
that existed were on that green apron.
The commlink on the wall beeped urgently, shaking Obi out of his thoughts. Pushing the button revealed Qui-Gon's visage to him.
'Obi-Wan,' Qui-Gon's face looked strangely fuzzy through the hologram.
' I won't be back for dinner tonight.' Obi's eyes widened at this as he
splurted out, 'But-but why, Master?? I've just finished making dinner!'
'I'm sorry, Padawan,' Qui-Gon's head enunciated, even though it was
lacking an aptly apologetic look, 'but Ani got top in his Mechanics
class. Xani and I are taking him out to town for dinner.' But of
course. Mom and Dad taking the kid out. Obi suddenly felt very
'Sorry, Padawan. Maybe I should have told you earlier.' Even as
Qui-Gon's self-admonishment went on, Obi could pick out Ani's excited
chatter in the background along with Xani's annoyed complaints. Turning
his head back briefly, Qui-Gon hurridley finished the conversation with
a 'I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I really have to go. I'll make it up to you
sometime.' With that, the blue image of Qui-Gon's face faded away as
Obi stared fixatedly at it's previous spot.
When Xanathos returned several hours later, he found his older junior
asleep at the kitchen table surrounded by cold food, with his
tear-stained face buried into green fabric spotted with little Qui-Gons.