obi-wan imagines

(☆) Naboo

Context: Everything is self-explanatory!

Themes: FLUFF and lots of it

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: cursing (do I even need to put this warning anymore?)
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"Why is it that I'm always getting left behind?" I groaned.

Master Qui-Gon sighed at my complaining. "Do you not recall what happened on Akiva? Your recklessness could very well have caused the mission to fail!"

I rolled my eyes. He was right of course, but I'll never get used to his constant teasing about the times I fucked up. Our last mission had ended poorly, leaving Obi, Qui-Gon, and myself stranded in the middle of the humid Akiva jungle during a flash flood. Per usual, it was my fault. If I hadn't tried to taken on an entire droid army on my own, I supposed we would have escaped sooner and our best ship wouldn't have suffered some severe water damage.

Beside me, Obi was restraining himself from laughing. Our duel apprenticeship under the same master fueled our competitiveness, and in this moment, Obi had won. I fiddled with the sleeve of my Jedi robes in frustration.

"Oh no, Obi-Wan," began Qui-Gon. "You will not be accompanying me on this mission, either. The prison on Belsavis is no place for a young Padawan."

Now it was my turn to stifle a laugh. 

Obi looked bewildered. "I thought Master Plo Koon said I was ready!"

"Plo Koon is not your Master, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon scolded. "Remember your place, young one."

A grin creeped up my face. I was usually the one getting chastised, so watching the precious, all-too-perfect Kenobi get reprimanded was extremely satisfying. Together, we stood in the hall of the Temple and watched as Qui-Gon made his way towards the flight deck. The sound of his boots hitting the marble floor echoed in my head and across the high ceilings.

"Sucks," I broke the silence. "I guess you're stuck here too."

Obi smirked at my mockery of him. "I wouldn't be if you hadn't been such a screw-up on Akiva."

Playfully, I shoved his shoulder, making him side-step to avoid falling. He laughed, and started walking back towards our quarters. I instinctively trailed after, strolling with him through the maze of long corridors and closed doorways. 

"What do you want to do?" Obi asked me. "We have a couple days free of Master Qui-Gon."

I thought for a moment. I couldn't remember the last time I wasn't being observed and watched over by Qui-Gon. His gaze reminded me of a Loth-wolf: observant and hard to read. As much as I appreciated him as a mentor, his guidance was often... suffocating. 

"Turn here."

Obi listened to me for the next few minutes, never asking where we were going or what I was planning on doing. Even with our constant competitiveness, we had the kind of friendship where we trusted one another without question. There had been many moments when I wondered how I got to be so close to him, especially because my childhood was much different from his. While Obi had been with the Jedi his entire life, I had spent the first 10 years of my existence on another planet far from the reach of the Jedi. Qui-Gon insisted that it was the "will of the Force" that he found me, but I thought it was just plain luck. 

"Why are we here?" Obi finally wondered as we stepped into the hangar.

I looked at him like the answer to his question was the most obvious thing in the world. "We're going to Naboo, of course!"