Title: “Temple Mischief: Jedinapped”
Rating: PG
Summary: Obi-Wan disappears. AGAIN. Qui-Gon worries. AGAIN.
Notes and Disclaimer: See all the other ones

“Kenobi, you’re mine!” Bruck growled and lunched toward his opponent, sending him backwards into the wall.  Obi-Wan, not easily defeated, shook his head and regained his balance as he pushed away from the wall (the same wall he had been thrown into twice already, once unsure he would make it to his feet again from the force of the blow), circled the older boy (older by two days…wasn’t much, but still), and attacked, using a Force-push to send the yellow lightsaber across the room. Before he knew what was happening, Bruck was on his knees, Obi-Wan’s blue lightsaber  at his throat.  “I concede…” he mumbled

Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan powered down his ‘saber and turned away from his opponent. “We’re through,” he snarled and headed for the door.

“So, Oafy-Wan has gained some grace,” the white-haired boy taunted, picking up his own lightsaber.  “Too bad he hasn’t gained any common sense.”  Obi-Wan turned, and the world went dark.

~ + ~

When Obi-Wan came to, he was surprised to find that he couldn’t move.  His hands had been bound to the chair he was sitting in, on Bruck stood in front of him.  “Payback’s a Sith, Oafy-Wan,” he said with an evil smirk as he closed in on his helpless victim.

“Those passing through the halls didn’t heard the screams of the sixteen-year-old apprentice as he was locked in a sound-proof, Force-proof room, and nobody knew he was there.  Even if they had, they probably wouldn’t have heard him.

~ + ~

“Mace, have you seen Obi-Wan?”  Qui-Gon asked his friend as they headed toward the practice rooms to observe the Senior Padawans. 

“He was seen sparring with Bruck Chun early this morning, Qui-Gon. You don’t need to worry about him.”

“I’m not so sure right now, Mace.”

“Qui, really…I believe he learned his lesson after his last experiment. If ice cream doesn’t scare teach a boy a lesson, nothing will,” Mace said, trying to ease the tension radiating from his friend.  No such luck.

“He’s gone again.  His presence left my mind this morning, and I haven’t heard from him since Noon-meal…” Qui-Gon paused.  “Bruck Chun?”

“Yes.”  Before he could reply, Qui-Gon was off down the hall.

~ + ~

“Bruck, stop it!”

“Aww…widdle Oafy-Wan not enjoying his torture?”

“You son of a Sith…”

~ + ~

“Master Jinn?  To what do I owe this visit?”  Master Astl asked upon opening the door to her quarters.

“I wish to speak to your Padawan, Leth.”

“He’s not here.  He disappeared early this morning…said he had some things to do.”

“Did he say where he was going?”  Qui-Gon was visibly upset, and the Councilor standing behind him gave Leth a bad feeling.  She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what happened, although since it involved Qui-Gon, Bruck and Obi-Wan must’ve been in trouble yet again.

“To the No-Force rooms upstairs, why?”

“I don’t think he’s training, Leth.”  The two men then bolted down the hall, leaving the confused Master to follow and hope her Padawan hadn’t done something too stupid.

~ + ~

The last Force room they came to was locked.  Qui-Gon was certain that was here he would find his Padawan…he just wasn’t sure how many pieces the boy would be in.

Using the Master Key he had procured from the Training Floor reference desk, he opened the door.  Inside he found Obi-Wan tied helplessly to a chair, shirtless, his face red from screaming, and tears streaming from his eyes.  Qui-Gon had to do a double-take…Obi-Wan was laughing.

It was then that he realized Bruck was not torturing him, but tickling him.  Leth Astl groaned behind Qui-Gon as he stepped into the room.

“Bruck Chun, put the feather down and step away from my Padawan…”

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