#frozentravel - poor, poor Obi-Wan. What next? Qui-Gon pining, and realising just how much he cares? Or Tahl telling him he's an idiot because he maybe hasn't realised why he misses Obi-Wan so much? (Please let it be that?)
“What are you doing?” Tahl raised her brows in surprise, standing
in the medical room doorway. Her intention had been to drag Qui-Gon
away to get some sunlight and meditation instead of sulking off in
Obi-Wan’s room as the other had done since darkness had invaded the
temple a month ago.
The man in question looked up from where he was sitting at the bottom
of the bed with Obi-Wan’s bare feet in his lap, a jar of something
minty smelling beside him with the blanket up to Obi-Wan’s knees.
“Healer’s said it might help and would keep his muscles simulated
and blood circulation going, try to get some heat into extremities
since his body isn’t keeping them warm. And perhaps help him
remember he’s safe.” Qui-Gon shrugged, lotion coated hands still
holding one foot while the thumbs rubbed the arches of it gently.
Humming, Tahl nodded, moving in and letting the door shut behind her.
“Well that’s better then the skulking I thought you were doing.”
She smirked a bit when Qui-Gon raised brows. “You have to admit,
you have been sulking a bit.”
To that Qui-Gon just shrugged. “I miss him, he’s alive but he’s
not speaking and the sensation he leaves behind in the bond right now
is…static at best.” He sighed, staring down at the toes before
stroking the scar tissue where the pinkie toe should be. He wondered
what had happened there, frost bite perhaps?
“Are you going to tell him what you feel if he wakes up?” Tahl
asked while peering down at them, brows raised at him when Qui-Gon
looked up at her in surprise.
“I-I have no ide-” Tahl cut in, rolling her green and yellow
“Qui-Gon, you bonded with him and its not a padawan bond. It might
have been so in the start but its clearly deeper now and I
understand.” She added gently at his panicked look, reaching out
and stroking the back of her hand over his cheek with a small smile.
“I’ll always care for you, and you for me… but love is not
about possessing as you well know you stupid beanpole.” The Jedi
knight offered her friend.
Licking his lips, Qui-Gon looked from her to Obi-Wan and then gave a
small shrug. “I don’t know… he was doing so good, what if this…
what if he goes back to hiding? I don’t want to make him worse. I
want to… look after him, be his friend and not stress him up.” He
sighed. “He’s bleed himself dry for the Republic and the Order of
the future, I can’t…let him do that here. He’s going to die on
a pedestal of sacrifice of his own making if we let him.” He looked
up desperately. “Tahl he’s going to wind up killing himself if he
gets to continue.”
Settling her hand on his shoulder, Tahl gave a strong squeeze. “Kings
and crowns and kingdoms Qui-Gon. The future took Obi-Wan’s crown
and kingdom. But he’s still king and all he needs are a few knights
to help him. Now get done and I’ll take you to the sparring halls,
you need some sunlight.” She smiled encouragingly at him.
Hesitating briefly, Qui-Gon finally nodded in return, lathering a bit
more minty cream on the scarred pink patch where a pinkie toe should
be and rubbing it in before carefully tucking Obi-Wan’s socks on
and covering him up again.
He then wiped his hands. “Alright then, spar and…some meditation
I think before I eat.” He glanced down at Obi-Wan and took a deep
breath. “Its not like he’s going to wake while I’m gone…”
He snorted before following Tahl out.