A Day of Rest

The snow outside the Jedi temple fell silently down from the heavens. What normally appeared as a cold piece of ancient architecture, suddenly became a warm refuge from the storm. Qui Gon Jinn, Jedi Master and Knight, sighed softly, the warmth of his quarters along with a cup of tea beside him, was a wonderful break from the harsh weather, just outside his window. Silence encompassed the temple and Qui Gon took his data pad from a nearby shelf, and settled down to get some work done.

He had sent his apprentice to bed, after the young man came back from his morning classes coughing and sneezing. Explanation was hardly needed, a cold virus was making its rounds through the temple, and hardly any of the Padawan's had been spared.

"Heh..choo! Uh Uhhuhschooo!"

"Obi Wan, didn't you hear me, I said that today there would be absolutely no saber training, only bed rest." Qui Gon averted his gaze from his data pad, and onto Obi Wan. The young man, glassy eyed and dazed, smiled sheepishly at his Master.

"I'm sorry Master, but they need me. We're already short about three Padawans, we can't afford another one go...go huh CHISHH!" Obi Wan cleared his nose into a tissue and then moaned softly, "We can't afford anyone else gone."

"And why is that, Obi Wan. Why are there so many missing Padawans?"

"Because they are all ill."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes Mas..mas...Huh CHISHH! Eh tchoo!"

Qui Gon got up, and wrapped his arms around Obi Wan, slowly pushing him back to his bedchamber. The young man shivered under his Master's touch, which caused Qui Gon to slowly cup his hands around Obi Wan's cheek. "You're warm Padawan, you have no buisness being out of bed."

"But-" Qui Gon shushed Obi Wan before he could finish, and continued his point."

"If the other's may be excused due to illness, then they will surely grant you the same excuse."

Obi Wan shook his head, the pounding sensation had returned, and the ache in his body, pursued feverishly. He was almost sure that he could handle saber drills, but even the simple task, of bargaining with his Master, had drained him of his small bit of energy.

"Please Master? I don't want to be cooped up here like an invalid...!"

"Whining does not become you Padawan, besides, you look exhausted. I promise, they will get by without you. A Jedi's mind is made to function using materials that are considered available. I'm sure that they'll find a way to manage with a few less Padawan learners."

Obi Wan grunted as Qui Gon helped him into bed. "Somehow, I doubt that Master." He looked up at Qui Gon, and yawned unconsciously. The warmth of the bed forced Obi Wan to yawn tiredly once more. Qui Gon smiled, and placed his hand on his apprentice's forehead, and sent a small sleep suggested through their bond. He met no resistance when Obi Wan gave in sleepily.