Ah! Willow is taking requests! This is not a drill! 🤍
“Lured into a trap” with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, maybe featuring our underutilized villain Xanatos? I trust your writer’s instincts entirely.
*peeks out from behind computer* This is very, very belated, and I extend my deepest apologies to you, Jo. I appreciate your patience very much and I hope you enjoy it!!
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“I have a bad feeling about this, Master.”
Qui-Gon sighed for the hundredth time that day, setting his teacup down with as little force as he could, not truly angry, just annoyed. Obi-Wan may be sensitive to aspects of the Force that Qui-Gon was not, but that did not mean his padawan’s pessimism was called for.
“My dear padawan, I hear you, as I have the last ten times you voiced your thoughts,” he said, turning to look Obi-Wan in the eye. “We must trust in the Force. These people have given us no reason to doubt them.”
Obi-Wan scowled and looked away. Qui-Gon sighed.
“Eat your breakfast, please Obi-Wan.” He paused, thought for a moment, running his fingers along the rim of his caf cup before bringing it halfway to his mouth.
A small concession was called for.
“As you keep saying, we don’t know what this day has in store for us. It’d be best to be ready for anything.”
Obi-Wan turned back to his toast and jam, the smallest flash of victory crossing his face before his stony look returned, deep in thought no doubt, of every way the day could go wrong.
Qui-Gon smiled nonetheless, hiding it behind his caf cup as he drank slowly, savoring the blend. Every step back towards trust was a good step to him, no matter how small. Who knows, maybe by the end of this mission, things would have smoothed over for them more than ever.