Title: A final farewell?

Author: Master Tashina Sedai

Rating: G I guess, not too good at this

Warnings: none that I can think of right now, apart from me hating Ani.

Archive: my site (www.oocities.org/naath_aes_sedai), MA, anyone else please ask first so I can go see.

Note: hmm, another part of the series I'm trying to write. I'm going to put them up on my site in the order they happen in, eventually. This bit's a diary entry.

Note #2: this is AU, very AU. TPM happened, except 'that scene' didn't, this will be elaborated if I ever write the rest of this... Importantly, Anakin still became Obi-wan's padawan after he was knighted and Naath was Qui-gon's padawan, again you will have to read the rest of the series, when I write it, to find out anything interesting... (This is me being annoying like Lucas, te he)

Disclaimer: I am not now, nor to the best of my knowledge have ever been George Lucas. If I was I would be rich and famous and wouldn't be writing this, also I would be old and male and I'm not. Please don't sue, you already got all my money from merchandising...

So, I've been duelling with Knight ElVere for 3 hours, because of this damn competition, having beaten her for the last time, she puts a stop to it, because she's fed up, and I have to do other things. As she leaves to shower and dress, she is surprised that I remain. This is the point where I explain to her that I have to teach Anakin 'saber duelling because Obi-wan does 'my' chores, being that I can't cook and like living in a mess (something I share with Qui). Half way though what is becoming a rather involved conversation about who should really be doing what Anakin turns up, of course Knight ElVere thinks he's sweet, why does _everyone_ like the brat, and she asks to stay and watch.

Anakin performs the basic katas well but when I stop him to make a few corrections and constructive remarks he gets mad and attacks me. So of course I defend myself, then I realise, when my brain comes back from letting instinct take over, that it is imperative that Anakin stops this _now_, much more than my desire to thrash the brat to point out just how much he needs to learn about 'saber duelling. So I call out 'stop' and deactivate my 'saber, so he rushes at me, and I reactivate it to defend myself, this is not working. Then I try again, this time, throwing my 'saber behind me. When Anakin rushes me I drop to the floor and roll away, he is surprised that he hits only thin air and falls to the floor. I pin him down and take away his 'saber whilst a healer, when did she turn up? Puts a force collar on him.

Now, I have to explain to Obi-wan just why his padawan is in the infirmary, wearing a force collar. This is not going got be easy. A few more moments perhaps to gather my thoughts perhaps. Then I will return to our quarters. The council will kill me tomorrow, well not literally, but they'll bore me to death with endless questions, the only thing that ever stops me just falling asleep when I'm suppose to be talking to the council is the thought of that little troll in drag... Oh well, time to do some explaining...

 

Fin (for now)

 

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