Title: Draigons
Author: Sarina Argus aka Aya
Rating: G (shock
of all shocks)
Summary: written in response to Maddy's temple life challenge.
Set about 6
years before the Young Jedi series.
Archive: Sure, just let
me know where. Corellia, Sith Chicks, QJEB, SWFan
Fic and Jedi Apprentice
already hae permission
Feedback: Pretty
please?????
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Draigons
BOOM...
Thud...
Assorted
giggles...
He looked up from his data-pad, one eyebrow raised. "Little
ones, lights
out. It's time for sleep."
The solemn young voices
chimed softly, "Yes Master Qui-Gon," followed by the
rustle of sheets and
the poof of small hands pummeling flat lumpy pillows.
He was relieved the
dim lighting in the dormitory-style rooms hid his smile.
He remembered the
nights he, Rees, and Mace were here, giggling in the dark
over one joke or
the other. Gods was it that long ago? Whenever he could,
he volunteered for
these times, just to reconnect with the force in its
untainted form, the
young learners of the temple. Lately he'd found himself
here again after
another misunderstanding with his apprentice. Xanatos was
headstrong,
stubborn, overconfident often to the point of recklessness.
Qui-Gon never
questioned why the force brought them together. His apprentice
had his
redeeming qualities, and was quite gifted in the force. But lately...
He
shook his head again, clearing the uncertainties. Glancing over the top
of
his data pad, he surveyed the children, settling in for the night. There
was
a bit of whispering in the air...
BOOM...
Thud...
More
giggling...
He grinned a little more and turned his attention back to his
datapad
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AAAIIIIEEEE!
Qui-Gon woke with a
start as a high pitched scream pierced the air. Soon
more screaming
followed, all female voices, all terrified. He switching the
lights back on,
he saw two young girls both about 6 years old, huddled
together screaming,
tears running down their small faces. He went to them
and knelt down,
brushing away the tears with a gentle hand.
"What's the
matter?"
The smaller of the two, a young girl named Bant spoke quietly.
"Bruck said
he's-he's-he's gonna call a draigon to come eat us if we fall
asleep."
The other girl, a humanoid named Tal-Ishara nodded. "Bruck says
it only eats
girls."
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow, then gave them a
reassuring grin. "There is no
such creature. I've personally seen draigons
and they don't eat sleeping
girls. At least not here."
The two girls
stared at him wide-eyed. "But Bruck said..." they chorused.
"Bruck is
playing a trick on you." He turned to the boys and gave Bruck his
'mean
master' look. "He's just trying to frighten you."
The girls shuddered and
nodded, but made no move to return to their cots.
Qui-Gon sighed and pulled
the two of them into his arms, cradling their small
frames against his large
one. He went to one of the empty cots and sat down,
still holding the
frightened girls. "Would you like it if I sat down here
with you two so no
draigons come?"
They nodded emphatically, clutching his robe tightly.
Qui-Gon realized they
weren't going to let go and (after disentangling his
arm) called his chair
and datapad to him. Then after setting the chair
between the two cots, he
gently tucked each girl in, smoothing their sleep
tousled hair then settled
down and switched off the lights. He tried to lean
back but found his robe
still caught in the grasp of a small hand. He
glanced at Tal-Ishara, who
gave him an imploring look. He nodded, moved her
hand to a lower spot of his
robe and gave her hand a reassuring pat. Leaning
back, he picked up the
datapad and resumed his
reading.
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"Master Qui-Gon!" Another small hand was
shaking him awake.
It took a moment to recognize the boy. "Yes Tristan,
what is it?"
The boy pointed to the other end of the room. "It's Obi-Wan!
He caught a
draigon!"
The girls began to scream. Qui-Gon stood,
patted the girls and walked over
to the boy who, at the moment was
scrambling under his cot. Kneeling next to
the cot, he said, "Obi-Wan, come
out here."
The scrambling stopped for a moment, then shifted into
reverse and the boy
crawled out. Soon blue-green eyes faced azure blue. "Yes
sir."
Qui-Gon studied the boy a moment. "What are you doing under
there?"
The boy bit his lip as if to center his thoughts, then said,
"Well sir,
BruckkeptsayingthatthedraigonswerecomingandthenIheardascritchingfromunderthebe
dandIdidn'twantadraigontoeatmyfriendsandIknewthatyouwerebusyprotectingtheminca
seanymoredraigonscamesoIthoughtIwouldhelpandgetthedraigonunderthebed."
The
girls latched onto his robe again, eyes wide. Qui-Gon nodded to Obi-Wan.
"So
there's something under the bed."
The boy nodded. From the back of the
room, a voice stammered, "It's a
draigon!"
The creche erupted in
screams. Qui-Gon shook his head, drew his saber, and
ignited it, effectively
dousing all screaming. He said in his most knightly
voice, "If there's a
draigon under there, then there's only one thing to do."
He knelt in front
of the cot, then peered underneath.
"COME OUT YOU DRAIGON!" he bellowed.
Silence.
He looked back at the children, who were now all crowded
around him, watching
intently. He bellowed again. "COME OUT OR I'LL COME
AFTER YOU."
A young voice called out, "AND HE'S A REAL
JEDI."
Obi-Wan added, "AND HE HAS A REAL LIGHTSABER!"
Qui-Gon
stifled a chuckle, then waved the blade around for good effect. He
looked to
Obi-Wan and said in a loud whisper, "The humming has been known to
scare off
draigons." Obi-Wan nodded solemnly as if being bestowed with some
great
insight. Qui-Gon then lowered himself into a prone position and slowly
crawled under the cot.
The children huddled together as the Jedi
Master moved, lightsaber lighting
the dim space under the cot. Suddenly he
stopped, then crawled back out.
"You were right Obi-Wan," he called out,
"there was something under the
bed..."
Qui-Gon cupped a small ball of
fur with feet in his large hands. "It's not a
draigon."
The children
moved forward en masse, oohing and ahhing over the small lago, a
long eared
rodent native to Coruscant. There was a small family of them
living in the
temple gardens. Qui-Gon handed the creature to Tristan. "He
must have gotten
lost and came in here by mistake."
Tristan cuddled the animal in his
arms, beaming at his new charge. The
children followed him, petting the
creature, cooing and cuddling it when they
could. A small basket was found
and lined with cloth, then the lago (who was
promptly named Draigon) was
settled for the night. It stared at its
audience, yawned widely, then
promptly fell asleep. Qui-Gon then ushered the
children back to their beds
and palmed the lights off. The sounds of
rustling bedding, pummeled pillows
and sleepy sighs floated through the rooms.
Qui-Gon settled again into
his chair and began to go over his datapad
again.
BOOM...
Thud...
Assorted giggles...
Qui-Gon
chuckled, then turned his attention back to his
notes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~fin~~~~`