Title: Temple Mischief: Beware the Pouting Padawan
Rating: G
Summary: Obi-Wan is pouting. Nobody knows why.
Feedback: Will beg and plead. Or pout. Whatever it takes.
Archive: Sure, why not? Just let me know where its going or I'll eat you.

Obi-Wan was pouting. He said he wasn't, but the pursed bottom lip and crossed arms were a dead giveaway that he was, in fact, pouting. It was cute at first, but at this point, it was just annoying. Obi-Wan had been pouting for seven hours.

"Obi-Wan, what is the matter?" Qui-Gon asked for the umpteenth time, trying his hardest not to get frustrated with the boy, but pouting was very unbecoming of a Jedi�especially a sixteen-year-old Jedi.

"Nothing," came the normal, stunted reply. No Nothing, Master, or I am fine, Master�just Nothing. How one boy could drive someone so crazy was beyond Qui-Gon. It didn't help that the Jedi Master at that moment felt like he had a herd of banthas loose in his head, either. He rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair, calling on the Force to dissipate the headache as his Apprentice continued to sulk � no, this was past sulking. This was all-out POUTING.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon started again, "something is wrong. You are pouting. You have been pouting for the past seven hours. You even passed up midday meal to sit here and pout. Now you must tell me, WHAT IS WRONG?!"

"Nothing."

Exasperated, Qui-Gon threw his hands in the air and stalked out of their quarters.

~ + ~

"Obi-Wan? Is something wrong?" Master Windu asked upon seeing the boy pouting in the garden. Obi-Wan simply shook his head in the negative, without even bothering to acknowledge the Jedi Master's presence with a glance up.

Mace stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the Padawan. This behavior he would have expected from Bruck Chunn or Aiyla Wyn'Tauri, but never Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was always so polite and well-mannered�maybe Qui-Gon was right when he said something was wrong.

"Obi-Wan, something is troubling you. Will you please explain what it is?"

"Nothing." Mace blinked several times, finding it hard to believe that Qui-Gon's perfect Padawan was acting so rude. Qui-Gon was also right about another thing�on first glance, Obi-Wan's pout was cute. Now, however, it was very unnerving and highly annoying.

"Obi-Wan�" he started, then stopped. Mace feared that continuing the discussion would be pointless. Giving up, he turned and strode away, shaking his head. Had he been paying attention, he would have noticed the brief smirk that cracked the Padawan's perfect pout.

~ + ~

"Obi-Wan�troubling you, something is?"

"No, Master Yoda." Yoda's ears flattened and his eyes narrowed as he watched the boy carefully.

"Pouting for two days, have you been. Worried, is Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan looked up into the yellow eyes of the little green Jedi Master and pursed his lip farther. Yoda, in response, slammed his stick on the floor and growled. "Obi-Wan�talk to me, you will."

Obi-Wan stared at the floor once more, struggling to keep his pout in place under the scrutinizing glare of Master Yoda. It was hard not to get up and run, but he knew better than to show disrespect for the eldest of the Jedi. That would have him in worse trouble than he could imagine, he knew.

"Explain yourself, Obi-Wan, or a reason to pout, I will give you." Yoda smacked his stick against the tiled floor once more and stared at the young Apprentice. He sensed no disturbance in the Force to upset the boy so, but with Obi-Wan, everyone knew that his troubles could go completely unnoticed until he voiced them.

"It is nothing, Master�just that�I have had a lot on my mind recently," Obi-Wan lied, hoping the diminutive Master would not catch on. No such luck.

"Untruthful, you are, Obi-Wan." Yoda was about to continue when Qui-Gon appeared at the end of the hall with Masters Windu and Tiin. Obi-Wan panicked. Master Tiin would see through him�he just knew it. It appeared he had no way out of this situation. Luckily, his shields were up and none of the Masters noticed his slight falter.

"Something troubles you, Obi-Wan," Master Tiin mentioned as he knelt next to the boy. "Will you please tell us what it is?" Obi-Wan paused and looked up into the eyes of the creature before him. He could feel Master Tiin testing the barriers in his mind, and knew he had to come up with something fast or either suffer the invasion and the wrath of the four Jedi huddled around him.

"It is just that�Masters, it is embarrassing�" he stumbled finally, relieved when he found it bought him time.

"Obi-Wan�why would you not tell me?" Qui-Gon questioned, looking concerned.

"Master Qui-Gon�I�I feel�uncomfortable�discussing the situation." Yoda smacked the floor once more and looked up at the other three Masters.

"Perhaps we should leave the Master and Apprentice to talk amongst themselves," Master Tiin offered as he rose from his knees. "They appear to have things they need to discuss." With that, the three Councilors left.

Qui-Gon knelt next to his Padawan and took him by the chin, tilting his face up so they were looking at each other.

"Obi-Wan�it has been fifty-two hours. Are you going to tell me what is bothering you now?" Obi-Wan sighed. There was no way out of it now�

"There is no reason, Master." The boy hung his head as his arms uncrossed and he drew his knees up to his chest. "I was bored, and when you first thought I was pouting, I wasn't. But then I realized that it got a reaction, and it was entertaining. I just wanted to see how long I could keep it up before someone figured out what I was doing."
 
Yoda stopped in his tracks, having heard the entire confession. Slowly, he turned and hobbled back toward the Padawan, his ears flat. Obi-Wan noticed the unhappy creature coming towards him and knew he was in for it. Qui-Gon was still too shocked to notice.

"Obi-Wan�you mean to tell me that this whole time, you have intentionally been rude to not only me, but a good portion of the Council as well? Have you gone mad?!" Qui-Gon was about to continue his rant when he felt the hand of the elder Councilor on his shoulder.

"Come with me, Obi-Wan, you will," he stated simply and turned to walk away. Reluctantly, Obi-Wan stood and followed Master Yoda across the Temple and into a room he didn't even know existed. When the lights came up, he realized that it was an antiquated classroom, complete with real blackboards and chalk. Obi-Wan thought such things had existed only in fairy tales and history books.

"Master Yoda, with all due respect, what are we doing in here?"

"Respect?" the diminutive Master squeaked. "Respect, you say? No respect, you have, Obi-Wan. Punished, must you be."

"Punished, Master?" he choked in response. He really started to panic as the chuckling Yoda crossed the room and placed in his hand a piece of the chalk.

"Five-hundred times will you write, `Pout in public, I will not.'"

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