Title: Fighting Back
Author: hikaru / _regarde
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Disclaimer: George Lucas, not me.
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Warnings: Humour, scantily clad Jedi Masters
Summary: Something horrible happens on the JediNet.
Notes: Written shortly after Yahoo, in its incredible dumbness, shut down the Master Apprentice list.
"Master! Come quick!" Obi-Wan pounded furiously at his datapad, pursing his lips in concentration.
Qui-Gon rushed into the room, clad solely in a towel. "What is it now, Padawan? You've disturbed my shower."
"The JediNet services have shut down our favourite datasite, Qui," the young man mumbled, focusing more on futilely pressing at keys than noticing that Qui-Gon was rather scantily clad.
"Which site, Padawan?" Qui-Gon leaned over Obi-Wan's shoulder, peering at the datascreen.
Obi-Wan flicked his eyes upwards for a second, then spoke in a hushed tone. "Horny Padawans and the Masters who Fuck Them." He paused, then went back to pressing random combinations of keys. "No matter what, I can't find a way to bring it back. I just keep getting this message from the JediNet administration." Obi-Wan waved his hand at the screen.
Qui-Gon squinted and began to read aloud. " 'JediNet administration, hereafter referred to as JNA, has deemed that your group, Horny Padawans and the Masters who Fuck Them, hereafter referred to as 'HPMFT,' is in violation of section 65.34b.6i of the JNA code, which is based on the official Jedi Code. Appeals can be sent via datamail to JediNetCode@jn.admin.temple.coruscant . Responses are not guaranteed.' " He frowned severely, then stalked angrily away from Obi-Wan.
"Violation of the JediNet administrative code? My ass is in violation of their code." He ran his fingers through his still wet hair and paced around the room. "Those damned datanet administrators took away our one source of evening entertainment, Padawan." Qui-Gon paused for a moment, then turned to face his Padawan. "Obi-Wan, do you know what this means?"
The younger man turned around, a smirk plastered across his face. "That we have to start making our own Master/Padawan pornography?" He winked suggestively at the older man.
Qui-Gon let his towel fall to the floor and grinned. "Indeed."
Obi-Wan returned the grin and hurriedly stood, advancing towards his now completely naked master. "Perhaps this time, Master, we would be best to not upload our holophotos to the datanet," the younger man murmured before fiercely kissing Qui-Gon.