TM: Time

[master_obiwan]

"Time?" Garen asked, as Obi-Wan clicked off the chrono.

"Two minutes, forty-five seconds," Obi-Wan replied. Garen nodded and turned back to the poor senior Padawan that was currently doubled over, hands on his knees as he panted for breath. The poor man looked as if he had run a marathon in those near three-minutes.

"Not bad, Jason," Garen said. "But not even close. Better luck next time."

Obi-Wan and his friend watched as Jason slumped away. The young Jedi consulted the list that sat beside him. "Testa's next. She's Master Rudemo's Padawan."

"Oooo," Garen intoned, suddenly eager. "This should be good. If anyone can do it, she can."

"If anyone can do what?" Siri asked, as she and Bant approached. The two girls took in the scene and Siri sighed heavily. "Oh, you two are terrible. Please tell me you aren't doing this again?"

Bant watched curiously, but said nothing.

"Okay, we won't," Garen said with a smile, and turning to scan the crowd. "Aha! There she is. Hey, Testa!"

"Testa? You really think she can do this?" Siri asked as she watched Garen jog over to the girl in question. "Honestly, you'd think that you and Garen were still younglings instead of seventeen-year-old Jedi."

Obi-Wan shifted under Siri's scrutiny. "Honestly, Siri, it's not that bad."

Bant came to Obi-Wan's rescue. "Of course it isn't...er, what are you and Garen doing?"

Obi-Wan couldn't help the flush from spreading over his cheeks as Siri snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oafy-Wan, here, got into a spot of trouble a few years back as he tried to sneak out of the temple, run to the closest market square and pick up a package of Alderaanian Sugar Toffee and get back before anyone noticed. The first time he was able to do it. The second time he got caught, but was able to out-run Master Windu, who'd spotted him, and stash the goods. The third time..."

"He got caught!" Bant finished, her ands flying to her mouth as she tried not to laugh. "Oh, so that's why you and Qui-Gon were sent off to Nar Shaddaa!"

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Yes," he said simply. Obi-Wan caught Garen's wave from the corner of his eye and clicked the chrono on.

With a wicked grin, Siri continued, "Now, since the toffee is only available during certain times of the year, he and Garen have been trying to find someone who can beat Obi-Wan's time for not only purchasing the toffee, but out-running the fastest Master in the Temple."

"Time?" Garen called, trotting back.

"Two minutes even."

"Drats," Garen scoffed.

Bant looked up at Siri. "So...what was Obi-Wan's time?"

Siri grinned. "A minute-ten."

Obi-Wan sulked. "I would have been faster, but there was a line-up at the stall. Master Windu would never have seen me, otherwise."

"Sure thing, Oafy," Siri said with a wink.

"Siri, that's the second time you've used that Force-forsaken nickname," Bant said softly. "Why?"

Obi-Wan felt himself turning red again, as Garen disappeared yet again to find another candidate. "Let's just say that it applies."

At Bant's questioning look, Siri's grin turned truly amused. "Because our dear, graceful friend here tripped over Master Yoda that third time..."



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Word Count: 544
Muse: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars Prequels
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[analise.livejournal.com]

Oh, Anakin only wishes he knew about this. :D

Siri, however, is cackling in my head.