The Cookie Thief (Jul-10)
Title: The Cookie Thief
Prompt: 001. Gluttony
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 491
Rating: PG
Warnings None.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan isn't surprised when Ahsoka tells him who's eaten all the cookies.
Author's Notes: Another mental image that needed to be written XD And yes, he's reading the book you think he's reading.
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Obi-Wan sat in his favourite chair, lost in the pages of the book he was reading. While most of the texts at his disposal were digital and accessible by datapad or datareader, he had been introduced to the archaic form of print media when he'd been a boy, during a mission with Qui-Gon. The physical feel of the book, its weight and the crackle of the pages reminded him of simpler things, and helped him to truly escape into the world written on the pages.
He had no idea how long he had been sitting there, walking the treacherous path through the old, abandoned underground city, when a faint sense of...not foreboding, no. More concern mixed with consternation and vexation.
Just as he fiery beast was about to attack the intrepid heroes, a solid rap sounded on Obi-Wan's door. The Jedi tried to ignore it by reading on, but before anyone in his book could advance or retreat, the rap sounded again, more insistent this time.
Marking his place with a sigh and putting the book down, Obi-Wan got up, crossed the room and palmed open the door.
Ahsoka Tano stood before him, and the lack of Anakin at her side at least explained the mixture of feelings; Anakin had evoked that same combination of emotions in Obi-Wan more than enough times over the years.
Obi-Wan fought the smile that tugged at his lips. "What did he do this time?"
"Hrmph," Ahsoka grumped. "He ruined our surprise for the Younglings."
"How?"
"You have to see this."
Obi-Wan shrugged and fell into step with his grand-Padawan.
"So, I stored the cookies you helped me bake just as you had instructed."
Obi-Wan raised a brow. "He didn't?"
"Oh, he did. Every last one."
They rounded a few corners before stopping in front of a closed door. Ahsoka palmed open the door, stepped to the side and gestured for Obi-Wan to take the lead. The elder Jedi entered the room, which just happened to be Ahsoka's. There, draped across the sleepcouch was Anakin. His eyes were slightly glazed and he looked sickly. He groaned softly and delicately rubbed his tummy, and the motion drew Obi-Wan to the observation that the younger man's belt had been loosened, presumably to relieve the pressure being exerted on his bloated mid-section. Anakin was surrounded by empty containers that were littered with cookie crumbs.
"I was in 'sabre practice all afternoon; when I left everything was fine," Ahsoka stated. "I got back ten minutes ago, and found him like this."
Obi-Wan sighed heavily and turned to Ahsoka. "Well, we better go bake more while he's still too bloated to move. Maybe the smell of them will make him sick and he'll throw up."
Ahsoka looked hopeful. "You think he'll learn his lesson?"
Obi-Wan exited the room with a shake of his head. The door closed on another of Anakin's groans. "No, I'm afraid not. He does this every time..."
Prompt: 001. Gluttony
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 491
Rating: PG
Warnings None.
Disclaimer George Lucas owns Star Wars. Lucas is King. If he doesn't like me pilfering his characters, he can have his merchandise back.
Summary: Obi-Wan isn't surprised when Ahsoka tells him who's eaten all the cookies.
Author's Notes: Another mental image that needed to be written XD And yes, he's reading the book you think he's reading.
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Obi-Wan sat in his favourite chair, lost in the pages of the book he was reading. While most of the texts at his disposal were digital and accessible by datapad or datareader, he had been introduced to the archaic form of print media when he'd been a boy, during a mission with Qui-Gon. The physical feel of the book, its weight and the crackle of the pages reminded him of simpler things, and helped him to truly escape into the world written on the pages.
He had no idea how long he had been sitting there, walking the treacherous path through the old, abandoned underground city, when a faint sense of...not foreboding, no. More concern mixed with consternation and vexation.
Just as he fiery beast was about to attack the intrepid heroes, a solid rap sounded on Obi-Wan's door. The Jedi tried to ignore it by reading on, but before anyone in his book could advance or retreat, the rap sounded again, more insistent this time.
Marking his place with a sigh and putting the book down, Obi-Wan got up, crossed the room and palmed open the door.
Ahsoka Tano stood before him, and the lack of Anakin at her side at least explained the mixture of feelings; Anakin had evoked that same combination of emotions in Obi-Wan more than enough times over the years.
Obi-Wan fought the smile that tugged at his lips. "What did he do this time?"
"Hrmph," Ahsoka grumped. "He ruined our surprise for the Younglings."
"How?"
"You have to see this."
Obi-Wan shrugged and fell into step with his grand-Padawan.
"So, I stored the cookies you helped me bake just as you had instructed."
Obi-Wan raised a brow. "He didn't?"
"Oh, he did. Every last one."
They rounded a few corners before stopping in front of a closed door. Ahsoka palmed open the door, stepped to the side and gestured for Obi-Wan to take the lead. The elder Jedi entered the room, which just happened to be Ahsoka's. There, draped across the sleepcouch was Anakin. His eyes were slightly glazed and he looked sickly. He groaned softly and delicately rubbed his tummy, and the motion drew Obi-Wan to the observation that the younger man's belt had been loosened, presumably to relieve the pressure being exerted on his bloated mid-section. Anakin was surrounded by empty containers that were littered with cookie crumbs.
"I was in 'sabre practice all afternoon; when I left everything was fine," Ahsoka stated. "I got back ten minutes ago, and found him like this."
Obi-Wan sighed heavily and turned to Ahsoka. "Well, we better go bake more while he's still too bloated to move. Maybe the smell of them will make him sick and he'll throw up."
Ahsoka looked hopeful. "You think he'll learn his lesson?"
Obi-Wan exited the room with a shake of his head. The door closed on another of Anakin's groans. "No, I'm afraid not. He does this every time..."