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Obi-Wan Pendragon: And You Must Be...

Title: Obi-Wan Pendragon: And You Must Be...
Author: Susan Anthony (GossamerLily@aol.com)
Series: second in Obi-Wan Pendragon; The Saber in the Stone
Summary: Never leave implements of destruction just lying about the countryside.
Pairing: None yet, will be slash
Archive: Master_Apprentice, Twisting the Hellmouth, my live journal
Category: Humor, Pre-Slash
Rating: G
Spoilers: none for Star Wars anyway



Qui-Gon stared at the old man across the table with a calm and serene gaze.  The old man stared back with an irritated glare.

"A fine mess that boy has made of this, wizard!" the old man snarled as he slapped his hand on the table.  Next to Qui-Gon, his padawan jumped nervously.

"I am not a wizard," Qui-Gon said in a firm tone as he glanced reassuringly at Obi-Wan.  "And I didn't catch your name when Knight Kay introduced us."  Qui-Gon thought this was probably because the knight could hardly speak from shaking so badly, obviously fearful of the irritable old geezer across the table.

"It's Merlin!" the man snorted as he sat back with a scowl.  

"Very well...Merlin," Qui-Gon replied with a polite nod.  "Obi-Wan certainly didn't mean to cause any problems.  My apprentice and I were sent to this planet to help with the negotiation of a peace treaty."

"You've achieved peace, all right!" the man scowled.  "With the wrong king on the throne!"  He turned to glare at Obi-Wan with a particularly dark gaze.  "Boy, don't you know not to play with sharp objects?"

Obi-Wan stared at him and then turned his wide, pleading eyes to his master.  Qui-Gon restrained himself from rubbing his forehead.

"Obi-Wan, why don't you go have a look around while I talk with Merlin."

The boy was on his feet and half-way across the room before his master finished the sentence.  "Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master."  And then he was gone.

Qui-Gon grinned briefly before he smoothed his expression and turned his gaze back to the new arrival.  "I dare say you have some things you'd like to speak of, Master Merlin?"

"I dare say you are correct, Master Jinn," the old man growled.