darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2005-03-03 19:09:00 |
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Original poster: jedi_runya
Title: Revelations
Author: Ghostwriter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: O/m the usual m/m stuff
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: http://www.netwurx.net/~becknord/index.h
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/r/r
Summary: A bit of voyeurism, a trip to the healers, some heavy-duty medication, and a few unexpected
revelations...just another day in the life of Qui-Gon Jinn.
Reasons for recommending: This is a cute first time story that has a reader laughing in spots and holding a breath in others.
It is very well wrtten and good for a pick-me-up...
Quote from story:
The younger Jedi remained quiet, still studying the polished metal of the Force-inhibitor. Finally, when it became apparent
that his master was having difficulty speaking, Obi-Wan supplied the missing words, his voice devoid of any noticeable emotion.
"You watched us, didn't you?"
"What?" Qui-Gon croaked, his expression a study in disbelief. He'd known? He'd known the older man was there
watching the whole time?
"My friend and I," Obi-Wan continued quietly, "back in our quarters." The words were spoken
flatly, giving away no hint of what the younger man was feeling.
"I did," the master admitted, the quickness of his response surprising even him, " and I deeply
apologize for my indiscretion, Obi-Wan." Better to work things out as soon as possible so that they could
put this behind them. It was ironic how the tables had been turned so many times in one day. "My conduct
was disgraceful and you have every right to feel violated. You have my word that nothing like that will ever happen
again." Qui-Gon took a deep breath and closed his eyes, unable to watch the guarded expression on his
apprentice's face any longer. "Your master is a dirty old man," he finished with a
self-deprecating chuckle.
Silence greeted his admission. Not a word, not a breath. The soft touch at his wrist disappeared, leaving him feeling
very cold and profoundly ashamed, but the tell-tale rustle of someone getting up to leave never happened. Obi-Wan
was still there. Whether that was a good sign or a bad one, Qui-Gon couldn't be certain. Even with his eyes closed,
he could feel the weight of Obi-Wan's stare upon him, the younger man finally training his gaze in the master's
direction. A part of him knew he couldn't avoid this - he had to look at his padawan. But the other part of him was deeply
frightened of what he would find written in those beautiful, ever-changing depths.
"You *are* a dirty old man, Qui-Gon Jinn."