Undercover in a gay club trope. This makes their coming together feel unavoidable, two bodies crashing together. But of course it’s not just bodies, therefore there’s a bittersweet edge to the entire scorching hot encounter.
Expecting the worst has seldom left him underprepared for weathering the whims of fate. Still he is shocked when he looks up to find a tall man with long hair, a mouth that gives nothing away, and eyes that dance to see him.
From his huddled covert, Obi-Wan could now see a thin wash of colour over Qui-Gon’s face, a sprinkling of starlight reflected in the silver of his beard, his hair. Slowly, he began to move, taking a few steps towards to water’s edge. He leaned down, picked up a pebble and skimmed it neatly across the shimmering surface. The air was sweeter now and brighter with every passing moment. Obi-Wan could just follow the little stone’s trajectory in pale jumps of froth. He smiled to see his serene and remote Master do something so out of character.
He nearly fell over in a bush when Qui-Gon abruptly slipped the robe off his shoulders.
Obi-Wan, waiting with his friends to enter the dining hall, overheard some Masters talking about the legendary Jinn. “Too bad the man’s so gorgeous. Nice of him to grace us with his presence once in a while, eh?”
“Oh, don’t sell him short… I remember what he used to be like.”
“Yeah? Do tell…”
“He was warm, generous, a very loving man.” The speaker was a short woman of a furred species unknown to Obi-Wan.
“Not kidding,” the Master replied ruefully. “He used to spend a lot of time with the children, even. A large and open heart, that one had. But now he prefers the silence of his own pain. Too bad.”
“No Padawan would want him like this, I’m sure,” the other answered sadly. “Who would want a broken Master? He *is* completely luscious, though…”
The pair moved on then, and Obi-Wan went into lunch with his friends. But the conversation had given him much to think about.
An alternate reality in which padawans take a more active role in choosing their masters – and in which the Master/Apprentice relationship is much more intimate. I adore young Obi and his determination to help a Qui-Gon who thinks he can never love again.