quobi meeting in the E.R/A&E au
“Excuse me? Excuse me?”
Obi-Wan jerked awake with a startled noise, his head snapping up off the wall beside his chair. For a moment he blinked blindly ahead, and then his brain focused and he stared at the man in front of him, who smiled back apologetically.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said.
Obi-Wan blinked again, still a little groggy after his unintentional nap. It took him another few second to find his words again.
“It’s alright,” he finally managed, rubbing a hand over his face in a half-hearted attempted to clear the sleep from his eyes. “I must have nodded off. It’s probably a good thing you woke me.”
The man nodding in understanding. “You’re probably going to have a hell of a crick in your neck regardless, I’m afraid. But here, I did actually have a reason for disturbing your nap.” He held out a familiar black leather wallet. Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide.
“My wallet!” He took it gratefully, slipping it back into his coat pocket with his keys. “Thank you so much! I didn’t even realize I had dropped it.”
“No trouble at all.” The man’s smile was warm, and he folded his hands into his lap. “I found it on my way in. I’m afraid I did have to snoop a bit, to figure out who it belonged to.”
Obi-Wan smiled back. “I’m sure I can forgive some minor snooping, since you were able to return it to me. Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He offered a hand, and the man reached up to shake it.
“It’s good to meet you, Obi-Wan. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn.”
Releasing Qui-Gon’s hand, Obi-Wan shuffled his chair back, leaving more room for the other man to station his wheelchair across from him. Once that was done, Qui-Gon asked, “So what brings you to Coruscant General, Obi-Wan?”
Obi-Wan smiled. “My brother’s wife is in labor. I’m here for emotional support.”
Qui-Gon smiled, wide and genuine. “Congratulations to the both of them. And to you. You all must be excited.”
Obi-Wan laughed, remember Anakin’s panicked phone call, demanding Obi-Wan meet them at the hospital. “Perhaps not at this moment, but yes, they are. What about you?”
“Standard procedures,” Qui-Gon said. At Obi-Wan’s questioning look, he elaborated. “I’m paraplegic. I got in a motorbike crash a few years back, and well,” he gestured at his legs, his expression a touch self-deprecating, “That’s all she wrote.”
“I’m so sorry,” Obi-Wan murmured, and Qui-Gon nodded and continued, “I’m here fairly regularly for physical therapy and exercise therapy.” The man glanced down at his watched, and then sighed and ran a hand over his head and down the length of his ponytail. “But apparently I was a little eager today. Perhaps I could interest you in a cup of coffee? It’s horrible stuff, but you look like you could use the caffeine.”
Obi-Wan pulled a face. “Tell me this place has half-decent tea and I’m yours,” he said, and Qui-Gon grinned.
“A man after my own heart,” he laughed. “Come on, let’s go see what we can find.”