Title: Repercussions
Author: Emerald
Ratings: NC-17 eventually
Disclaimers: George owns all, I'm just having fun.
Summary: A refused mission forces Obi-Wan to reveal what his master had hidden twenty years ago.
Warnings: Discussion of past horror, angst, first time.

"Tell me again why I am studying this drivel, Master?"

Obi-Wan didn't look up from the mission report he was reviewing least his apprentice see the humor he was repressing. "It is part of the required curriculum all padawans must complete, as determined by the council. Are you questioning the council's wisdom, Anakin?"

"Of course not, but..." Anakin broke off as he tossed his data reader on the table. "Did you enjoy it when you were studying it?"

"Hardly." Obi-Wan looked up with a distant expression on his face. "In fact, Qui-Gon and I had this very same conversation."

Anakin leaned forward, rapt. It was a rare occasion when Obi-Wan spoke of his late master. "Really, what did he tell you?"

"He told me, 'Padawan, if I had to study that nonsense when I was your age, then you're going to have to put up with it, too'."

"But, Master..." Anakin couldn't help but laugh at the image in his head.

"Now it's my turn." Obi-Wan paused, letting his smile break through.

Anakin groaned at what he knew what was coming.

"Padawan, if I had to study that nonsense when I was your age, then you're going to have to put up with it, too." The older man's expression turned serious. "Sagnet's coronation speech is boring, tedious and long-winded. You know that, I know that, the council know that."

"Then why..."

Obi-Wan put a hand up to halt the upcoming argument. "What is a Jedi's greatest weapon?"

"His lightsaber." Even as the words left his lips, Anakin knew that he had missed something very important.

Slowly shaking his head, Obi-Wan leaned forward and tapped Anakin's temple. "This is a Jedi's greatest weapon, his mind. Without a well-honed mind, a Jedi is nothing more than an over glorified thug, Anakin."

Whatever response the young man had, and his master was sure he had one, was interrupted by a summons to the council chamber.


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