The dance ended. Before Master Epergene could say anything, Obi-Wan bowed slightly. "Thank you for the dance. If you'll excuse me, I think my master has need of me."

He walked away quickly, before the master could stop him. Only when he arrived at the door to their rooms did he pause. He'd danced with Epergene to show Qui-Gon he was an adult. A desirable adult.

Ha! He'd done it to make him jealous.

If Qui-Gon had realized that, then he was in for a difficult conversation. Not that it would be easy in any matter. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and palmed the door open. Anything worth having was worth fighting for. If he had to fight, then so be it.

Qui-Gon was sitting on the couch in the main room, waiting. "Master," Obi-Wan began, then stopped, not sure what to say next.

"Obi-Wan. I thought you might not be far behind."

"Really?" Obi-Wan moved further into the room, shrugging off his cloak and dropping it carelessly on a chair. "Why? I was quite happy dancing."

"So I saw."

The comment was laced with sarcasm; Obi-Wan frowned down at his master. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you were quite comfortable dancing with Master Epergene."

"Is there a problem with that?"

The Jedi Master opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head. "I'm not getting into this. It only proves my point. You are too young."


"You react to my logic with a blatant attempt at emotional blackmail, and you wonder why I think you're too young?"

Obi-Wan's legs gave out, and he landed on the couch with a small thud. "Emotional blackmail? Because I was *dancing*?"

"Because you were trying to make me jealous."

"No. I was trying to make you see." He leaned closer, his face inches from his masters, close enough he could see his own breath moving Qui-Gon's hair. "Everyone else can see that I'm an adult." Closer still, until he could whisper and be assured of being heard. "Everyone else can see that I'm desirable. And yet you refuse."

Qui-Gon jumped up from the couch and put safe distance between them. "That's enough," he said. Obi-Wan's hope rose at the huskiness of the voice. He had gotten to him. "Time to turn in," Qui-Gon said, crossing his arms as he headed toward his room.

Just like that? Go to bed and forget about this? Obi-Wan hesitated, wondering if he dared push farther.

Obi-Wan stays there
Obi-Wan gets mad and storms out