My 50th fanfic! Woot!

I don't own Jedi Apprentice.

"Master? I have something to tell you," Obi-Wan began anxiously. Qui-Gon looked up from the datapad he was studying, his senses alert.

"You want to talk? Oh, I've read about this in the holobooks. Come, sit down, and tell me how you feel."

Obi-Wan shifted nervously. "It's not that big a-"

"Oh, yes, yes it is!" Qui-Gon explained excitedly. "Now, don't be afraid, consider this classified."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

"Alright, I see where you're going with this." Qui-Gon sat back in his seat matter-of-factly. "It's okay to be shy, so I will ask you what's wrong, you know, like in the holobooks."

"Fine," Obi-Wan grumbled, half amused, half annoyed.

"Are you worried?"

"About what?"

"I'll take that as a no. Are you depressed?"

"No..."

"Are you failing your classes?"

"You saw my grades yesterday, they're perfect!"

"Strange, none of those?" Qui-Gon pondered, to himself, than continued, "Do you have a pregnant girlfriend?"

"No."

"Are you a Sith?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Do you, er, like guys?"

"Master!"

"Sorry, just checking. Are you in love with Tahl?"

"Uh, no."

"Good. Are you deathly ill?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, blast it, Obi-Wan! What do you have to tell me?"

"You've got toilet paper stuck to your boot."

"I just went to see Tahl... it was there?" Qui-Gon gasped in horror.

"Yeah, it was."

"Kriff it."

Please review...my 50th fic?