Title: Very bad day's end
Author: Arabwel
Rating: um... I'm no good with ratings... PG in this
part, gets hotter in later ones...:)Mainly because of
language...
Warnings: bad language
Category: ABH
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas, You
belong to...where the heck would I know?, No animals
were harmed when writing
this fanfic, millenniun is written with two L:s and
Mesa making no moneys here.
Summary: A very bad day ends in a catasthrope. You'll
get some unexpacted help.
Feedback: OH PLEASE! I LOVE IT!

"Fuck!" You proclaim as you struggle to get up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, and one more time, FUCK!" You try
to untangle your skis, but you are unable as your hand
and ankle hurt too much.  It is absolutely your
typical luck,  that you managed to twist your ankle
and wrist when downhill skiing, but doing it in a dark
slope is unlucky even for you. "All this to  crown my
day," You mumble and recall the  events of the day.
  First, you had missed your lunch before going to
ski.  Then your new shoes got broke, so you had to
limp to the buss stop. Next, you almost didn't find a
seat in a buss full of snowboarding kids, but thank
Gods you were able to half-threaten one of them to
give you a seat.
  At the ski center, you had troubles to getting the
ski boots on. After a half an hour struggle, you
managed to get some help and them attached at least
partly.  Then, you struggled fifteen minutes with
stubborn skis that didn't lock on, until you got some
help.
  First few rounds went fine, and you started to think
that it wasn't that bad, that your luck had turned.
Then, you manged to drop from the lift at first time
in two years! When you managed it to back down to the
lifts, you realized that you had a blister comind to
your shin.
  When yoy tried to get on the lift after you rested a
while, you failed and flapped on your face, skis
heading to sky, all snowboarder kids laughing like
hell.
  After that incident, everything went fine for a
moment. Then, you managed to fell in a slow turn. That
pissed you off like hell, and when you got up you
started do ski like hell was breaking loose on your
heels. Unfortunately, a snowboarder skimmed right
before you when you heded to bumpy route, and you had
to take really tight turn in order to prevent
collapse. Of course you fell.
  You cleaned yourself up, and managed to stumble
down. It wasn't until in the next time, that you
realized that you had lost your eyeglasses. You probed
the dephts of your vocabulary, getting the attention
of Mike, the gym teacher of the snowboarder kids. You
whined about your  glasses, and his opinion was that
they were gone for good.
  You had this weird feeling, as you stopped to the
place where you fell. And there your glasses were,
unharmed. You slipped them on, and started to enjoy
skiing.
  That was ten minutes ago. Now you are laying on your
flank in the snow in the unilluminated slope, wrist
and ankle twisted, freezing and angry. You have
struggled to get up, but without success.
  "Fuck!" You proclaim again as an unsuccesfull try
for getting up makes your ankle hurt even more. You
silently mumble the Jedi Code to calm down. You have
found it efficent in the past years. "There is no
emotion, there is peace. There is no Ignorance, there
is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serentity.
There is no Death, there is the Force."
  You feel better, all right. Then, you hear someone
approaching you. "Do you need help?" a muffled male
voice asks. A sarcastic answer rises to your lips.
"No, I'm just  laying here in the dark just for fun.
Of course I need help!"
  You hear someone else stopping too. You can't see
them 'cause they're above you, and you're facing snow.

  "What is it, Master?" Another muffled voice asks. He
couldn't say Master, you think frantically. He said...
Father, Yes. He said father and your hyperactive
imagination just made you hear things.
  "She's hurt, Obi-Wan." the first man says.
  No! He couldn't. He said something else, he said...
Donovan! Of course, he probablly said Donovan, you
think wildly as the man crouchs to get your skis off.
"Here, let me help you." he says, and you manage to
turn your head enough to see him. His face is covered
by mirror-surfaced skiglasses and a ski mask.
  He grabs your shoulders and gently pulls you up.
"Can you stand?" he asks quietly. You shake your head.
"Nope," you answer, "Twisted ankle. Thanks for the
help, though. I'll manage it alone for now," you say,
and try to wave your hand, failing miserably and
biting back a scream because of the pain. You are very
much distracted by the fact that the man is just the
same size Qui-Gin is. In the dark, you can't see his
clothes, but you've got the feeling of tan from them.
  "I think you can't," says the another man behind
you. His voice isn't as muffled as it was, and you
have this itchy feeling you know him. But how could it
be true? All young men you know would just stop to
gloat if they'd see you fallen, probably wouldn't even
stop.
  "I'll put you down so I can take look at your
injuries," the first man says. You are bit amazed as
you realize that you had leaned heavily on him.
"Sure," you reply as he lowers you down gently.
  He pulls off your ski boot with care, being carefull
for not to hurt your ankle. It looks bad, as you see
it. It's swollen and hot, and it has started to hurt
more.
  The man pulls his glasses on his brow and peels off
his ski mask, as he starts to examine your ankle with
firm fingers. "I think it's broken," he says, and the
moment you hear his voice clearly, the voice from your
very dreams, you pass out because of the weight of the
events.

End of part 1


You reach consciousness in mere moments. You notice
that you're laying in the lap of the young man as the
older examines your ankle. Now you see his face,
shadowed by the dark, but you can recognize him
easily. The man holding your ankle is Qui-Gon Jinn,
Jedi Master. Tou start a bit, and glance upwards when
the youngr man tightens hi gripof your shoulders, and
face the impishly grinning Obi-Wan Kenobi.
  "That's it," You mutter, !I have read too much
fanfic! I'm imaging things"
  "No, you aren't," Obi-Wan says as he bents down to
kiss your forehead, "We are really here." You start to
melt into his arm, but suddenly a twinge of pain from
your ankle makes you jump. "Ouch" you cry, "That hurt!
why did you do that?" You ask from Qui-Gon. Or at
least, the guy who looks, sounds and acts just like
Qui.
  "Your bone structure was dislocated," he says
calmly, "And I had to set it."
"Well thank you," you mutter thorough clenched teeth,
"But couldn't you have told me first?"
"I did," he answers your question, "You just didn't
listen."
An itching sort of warmth starts to spread from your
ankle to your numb body. Or perhaps not that numb, you
correct silently, because the touch of Obi-Wan's hands
is burning thorough your skin to your chilled bones.
"What are you doing?" You ask, a bit more relaxed.
  "Healing your ankle. Obi-Wan, take a look at her
wrist,will you?" He says, as his fingers examine your
ankle with caressing care.
  "Yes, Master," Obi replies and disengages your hand
from your pole. You haven't notice that it has been
hanging in your wrist. He gently peels off your wet
glove and pulls your sleeve up. His gentle fingers
start to examine your wrist, and you are feeling
light-headed. This can't be happening, you think. You
can't be laying injured in Obi-Wan Kenobi's lap, while
Qui-Gon is healing your ankle... You reach with your
unharmed hand and pinch your palm. It hurts. "Ouch. So
I am not dreaming," you realize, and start to get a
bit hysterical. All that escapes from your mind, as
Obi-Wan wrenches your wrist. You shriek, and say
dryly. "Let me guess. Dislocated." and he nods, and
the weird warmth starts to spread to your wrist. You
are having trouble on adjusting the events, and you
pass out again.
  When you reach consciousness, you realize that
you're laying i a warm bed. You are able to open your
eyes, and after a moment's haze you can focus them.
  You see that you're in a small log cabin, and that
you're alone. There's a massive fireplace that's lit,
and the warmth of the fire is creeping to your cold
body. You snuggle tighter under the covers, thinking
about the weird dream you had. Then, suddenly you
flinch in pain sa your blistering shin contacts with
the cover. "Damn," you curse. Apparently it was only
partly a dream. You got hurt, passed out and dreamed
about Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. As fast as you knit the
last thread of the idea firmly on place, the door
swings open silently, and you see  the two Jedi enter
the room.  "Damn," you curse again. I have to be
hallusinating, you think as the two men walk across
the tiny space between the bed and the door.
  "no you're not," Qui-Gon says as he sits on the edge
of the bed, his hand trailing down your leg, carefull
to not to touch the blister thorough the covers. You
sit up, trying to clear you thoughts, and Obi-Wan
slips behind you, placing his warm hands to your
shivering shoulders and begins to massage them.
"Relax," He whispers and his hands start to creep
under the collar of your shirt. You moan softly for
the feeling of his hands on your back, and Qui-Gon's
in your thighs. He carefully peels down the covers and
starts to caress your leggings-clad thighs. He leans
towards you and kisses you passionately.
  You are taken by surprise, but soon you feel like
you could just melt at there, on the arms of the two
gorgous men. You feel rush of wet heat between your
thighs, as Qui-Gon keeps caressing them.
Qui-Gon's kiss is devouring, and you  lean back towads
Obi-Wan, whose hands are busy unbuttoning yous shirt.
He lowers his head to your beck and starts to nibble
it, gently at first but soon more passionate way.
  Qui-Gon breaks your kiss, and you gasp for air. You
have pulled your knees to your chest, and he has slid
closer to you. His hands slide to the waist band of
your legginns and nudges it lower. You rise your hips
so he can slide them off.
  Obi-wan has finished unbuttoning your shirt, and has
slid it off in one, slowly caressing move, and his
nimble fingers have moved to the fastener of your bra.
You inhale deeply, as he nips you neck sharply and
Qui-Gon nibbles your inner thigh simultaneously. You
could swear that they had planned it.
   Qui-Gon's skilled lips are nibbling your inner
thighs and making you moan softly. His hands are
caressing your exposed belly, and they circle
arousingly softly around your navel.
  You feel like you are in fire. Their touch is
unbearably erotic, and you want both of them like you
have never wanted anything before.
Their  caresses slow down, until  they are almost
maddeningly so. You moan, pleading for more.
  Obi.Wan's adminstrations hve moved from you neck to
your breasts, and you gasp as hi licks your taut
nipple.  Your ragged  breath becomes a whimper, as he
bites it softly. Enough to cause a twinge of pain and
pleasure, but not enough to draw blood.
  Qui-Gon's experienced hands have slid your panties
off without you even noticing, and now he nuzzles
between your thighs. His lips find your clit, and
start to treat it with soft kisses that make you
shiver with pleasure and yarning. "Pleas..." You moan,
not sure WHAT exactly you want them to do.
  You extend your hands, one to caress Obi-Wan's neck,
one to slide thorough Qui-Gon's hair. They're both
aroused, you vcan feel it. Or more specificially,
Obi-Wan's hard cock twitching against the small of
your back.
  You shriek in pleasure as Qui sucks your clit and
Obi-was bites tour neck. It seems to be, that yur
noisiness has started to irritate them; Obi silences
you with desire-filled kiss.

End of Part 2.