AL: Play Time (Sept-06)
Title: Play Time
Prompt: 003. Tickle
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 564
Rating: PG
Warnings Ickle!Jedi Ahoy!
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 and his new friend play.
Author's Notes: ...I have no idea. Don't ask. Possibly Comes after this. And many apologies for the lateness...
x-posted to licenseartistic
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The curiosity of a new child in the Jedi Temple was something of a rarity these days. While they kept coming in, it seemed that the days a Master brought a child into the fold were growing far and few in between. When Bant had been brought in, the other children had been quite inquisitive as to the Mon Calamari species, and Bruck Chun had caused all sorts of false rumours to spread. But Obi-Wan knew better. He had seen the Mon Calamarian girl, and she was perfect. Not at all the hideous monster that his crèche-mate had made her out to be.
Of course, that little expedition had ended with a chastisement for the young Obi-Wan, but it had also garnered a promise. A promise which was to be fulfilled today. Obi-Wan could barely contain his excitement as he sat colouring. He had been on his best behaviour all week, just like he had promised. The Crèche-Master that had promised him a visit with Bant, Jenna Nidor, had noticed and she had to smile. Not even the taunts of the other children drew Obi-Wan out of his good behaviour, and Master Nidor figured that the Force had something planned for the two young ones.
Finally, when it was time for meditation-practice, Master Nidor took Obi-Wan aside and led him into Bant's room, much to the extreme curiosity and jealous mutters of the others. Another Master, Sarli Holgor, had the young girl cradled in her arms.
"Master Holgor, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's here to visit Bant." Master Nidor gave Obi-Wan's shoulders an affectionate squeeze before she gently pushed him into the room and left to deal with his crèche-mates.
"Hello, Obi-Wan," Master Holgor said with a smile. "I hear that you and Bant have already met?"
"Yes, Mastur Ho'gor. I snuck out of bed last week because I wanted to know what she looked like," Obi-Wan said quietly, inching closer.
Master Holgor smiled. "It's okay, young one," she said, holding a hand out to Obi-Wan. The young boy reached out and let Master Holgor tug him up beside her. He gazed at the baby in her lap and smiled. She was just as he had remembered her.
Bant's eyes met Obi-Wan's and she gurgled happily. Master Holgor let the two of them have a moment before she spoke next. "Would you like to hold her, Obi-Wan?"
"Oh," he replied, taking a small step back. "I dunno. Aren't I too little?"
"No," Master Holgor said, shaking her head. "You're just right, I think. Come on, sit down."
Obi-Wan sat on the floor cross-legged and watched as Master Holgor carefully transferred the baby to his lap.
"That's it. Make sure you support her neck, like this...yes, exactly! See? I knew you could do it."
Obi-Wan beamed up at Master Holgor before he looked back down at Bant. She gurgled again, quite happy to be this close to her new friend. Obi-Wan offered her his finger to grab, and he marveled at her strength. And then he was tickling her lightly under the chin, which elicited another happy gurgle from Bant. Obi-Wan giggled and did it again, his giggle turning into a chuckle as Bant gurgled happily once more.
Master Holgor watched in amusement as the two bonded over the simple interaction. Yes, these two would be a special pair, as friendships went, she could tell.
Prompt: 003. Tickle
Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Word Count: 564
Rating: PG
Warnings Ickle!Jedi Ahoy!
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 and his new friend play.
Author's Notes: ...I have no idea. Don't ask. Possibly Comes after this. And many apologies for the lateness...
x-posted to licenseartistic
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The curiosity of a new child in the Jedi Temple was something of a rarity these days. While they kept coming in, it seemed that the days a Master brought a child into the fold were growing far and few in between. When Bant had been brought in, the other children had been quite inquisitive as to the Mon Calamari species, and Bruck Chun had caused all sorts of false rumours to spread. But Obi-Wan knew better. He had seen the Mon Calamarian girl, and she was perfect. Not at all the hideous monster that his crèche-mate had made her out to be.
Of course, that little expedition had ended with a chastisement for the young Obi-Wan, but it had also garnered a promise. A promise which was to be fulfilled today. Obi-Wan could barely contain his excitement as he sat colouring. He had been on his best behaviour all week, just like he had promised. The Crèche-Master that had promised him a visit with Bant, Jenna Nidor, had noticed and she had to smile. Not even the taunts of the other children drew Obi-Wan out of his good behaviour, and Master Nidor figured that the Force had something planned for the two young ones.
Finally, when it was time for meditation-practice, Master Nidor took Obi-Wan aside and led him into Bant's room, much to the extreme curiosity and jealous mutters of the others. Another Master, Sarli Holgor, had the young girl cradled in her arms.
"Master Holgor, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's here to visit Bant." Master Nidor gave Obi-Wan's shoulders an affectionate squeeze before she gently pushed him into the room and left to deal with his crèche-mates.
"Hello, Obi-Wan," Master Holgor said with a smile. "I hear that you and Bant have already met?"
"Yes, Mastur Ho'gor. I snuck out of bed last week because I wanted to know what she looked like," Obi-Wan said quietly, inching closer.
Master Holgor smiled. "It's okay, young one," she said, holding a hand out to Obi-Wan. The young boy reached out and let Master Holgor tug him up beside her. He gazed at the baby in her lap and smiled. She was just as he had remembered her.
Bant's eyes met Obi-Wan's and she gurgled happily. Master Holgor let the two of them have a moment before she spoke next. "Would you like to hold her, Obi-Wan?"
"Oh," he replied, taking a small step back. "I dunno. Aren't I too little?"
"No," Master Holgor said, shaking her head. "You're just right, I think. Come on, sit down."
Obi-Wan sat on the floor cross-legged and watched as Master Holgor carefully transferred the baby to his lap.
"That's it. Make sure you support her neck, like this...yes, exactly! See? I knew you could do it."
Obi-Wan beamed up at Master Holgor before he looked back down at Bant. She gurgled again, quite happy to be this close to her new friend. Obi-Wan offered her his finger to grab, and he marveled at her strength. And then he was tickling her lightly under the chin, which elicited another happy gurgle from Bant. Obi-Wan giggled and did it again, his giggle turning into a chuckle as Bant gurgled happily once more.
Master Holgor watched in amusement as the two bonded over the simple interaction. Yes, these two would be a special pair, as friendships went, she could tell.