For safetydelayed, can we see some of the fallout from Qui-Gon’s punch?
Listening
quietly at the door, Obi-Wan gripped his tunic hem tightly while
biting his bottom lip as Windu kept tearing into Qui-Gon for lashing
out at Shkma. Obviously Qui-Gon hadn’t told anyone exactly why he
punched the man, though everyone quite correctly assumed it was
because of Obi-Wan.
But
the actual reason was kept by the man who perpetrated the action and
it was not a very Jedi like behavior after all.
Of
course there would be consequences, especially as Qui-Gon outright
said he wasn’t sorry at all when faced with four council members in
his own quarters as he peered at them from his position in his
recliner.
Clearly
that had been the wrong thing and Windu was verbally lashing the man
for behaving like an ogre and there was a threat of suspension with
mind healer sessions until he was cleared by
them, that
such violence was not a sign of instability or some such.
Obi-Wan
couldn’t let that happen, not when Qui-Gon was trying to protect
him, to stick up for Obi-Wan.
So
he stepped out of his room quickly before he could second-guess
himself. “He
did it for me.” Obi-Wan said quietly yet his voice cut through
everything.
Qui-Gon
stood up fast enough to jerk his recliner back several inches,
hurrying around the caff table to his padawan’s side. “Obi-Wan,
you don’t have to tell them anything. I’m fine with suspension.”
The man stated firmly, carefully settling a bandaged hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder under the gazes of the four council members.
Shaking
his head a bit, Obi-Wan managed to twitch his lips in a semblance of
a smile that was really more a grimace before he turned his eyes on
Windu, Plo, Ti and Gallia.
He
couldn’t meet their eyes however, found a spot just below Windu’s
nose to stare at which seemed to be decent enough as he wrapped his
arms around himself. “I don’t want you punished for me Master. I
told master the truth about what Shkma did towards me, in full scale,
and it upset him rather pointedly.” Obi-Wan voice started strong
but it ended in a whisper.
Qui-Gon
shifted, settling both hands on his shoulders in a comforting and
supporting motion.
“…What
Shkma did towards you?” Ti questioned in her soft sotto voice.
Swallowing
harshly, looking down at his feet while clenching his hands on his
upper arms, Obi-Wan pressed himself into Qui-Gon’s warmth and
grasp. “…He’s been sexually abusing me since I was fourteen
among everything
else he did to me.” Obi-Wan got out as steady as he could, feeling
a bit numb.
There
was a muted gasp, the hissing of breath between teeth and Obi-Wan
shuddered heavily at the reaction, desperately seeking to hide as
he kept his eyes on his feet.
Feeling
the gazes of the other Jedi on him the young man turned and
Obi-Wan hid in Qui-Gon’s chest as he gave into his urge, shaking as
warm arms wrapped around him and large fingers gently rubbed his
nape. “It is alright Obi-Wan, you do not have to say another word,
we will speak with mind healer Valentine about this and no one else
and
even then you don’t have to tell him anything you don’t want to.
You don’t have to say another word unless you want to Obi-Wan”
The man soothed, his voice and his Force aura oozing of worry and
protectiveness.
Breath
hitching, Obi-Wan pressed even closer into the man’s warm chest,
shaking hard as his ears cottoned to the noise in the quarters. This
was a safe space, Qui-Gon was a safe space.
If
the other said Obi-Wan didn’t have to then he really didn’t have
to.
Qui-Gon
would make things better, would make sure things were alright.
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