Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. This story takes places several months before "Episode I- The Phantom Menace."
Qui-Gon drummed his fingers impatiently on his knee. This had to be the longest Council meeting he ever had to endure. Normally, he wouldn't be impatient. Council meetings always discussed important and engrossing matters. But, today, only one matter interested him and unfortunately it was last on the agenda.
The Jedi Master looked up, embarrassed to be caught spacing out. He kept his face impassive as he said, "Yes, Mace?"
"You wished to discuss the training of your padawan?"
"Yes. I propose that Obi-Wan Kenobi take the Trials."
Obi-Wan sighed as he gazed out at the magnificent view of the city. He was bored waiting for his master to come back from the Council meeting. To Obi-Wan, the meetings were boring and long, so he opted to not go this time.
It was quiet in the room, despite the sounds of the city. Unnerved by the silence, he switched on some music. A catchy beat poured out of the system at a low volume.
'Master's not here, so why not turn up the volume?' Soon low volume was no longer low. Tapping his fingers on his knee, he found he couldn't keep still. Getting to his feet, his head bobbed slightly as he removed his robe.
"Is he ready?"
"Has he prepared?"
"Is he mature enough?"
Qui-Gon anticipated the first two questions. He dismissed the last one as he said, "Obi-Wan has been under my teaching for years. His training was for the purpose of taking the Trials. He is ready and he is prepared."
The Council exchanged silent expressions before Yoda said, "Take the Trials young Kenobi will."
Qui-Gon bowed. "Thank you Master Yoda." The Jedi Master was allowed to leave to tell Obi-Wan the good news.
Qui-Gon walked briskly toward the quarters he shared with Obi-Wan. As he got closer, he heard music playing loudly from within. He frowned. 'If I've told him once, I've told him a hundred times, not to play the music too loud.' Knowing his apprentice would not hear the chime, he tapped in the access code. The doors slid open and he stepped inside. He froze at the scene he was witnessing.
His padawan's eyes were closed and he was dancing to the music. The most shocking thing was that Obi-Wan was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers! Boxers that had ignited lightsabers printed all over them.
Qui-Gon blinked several times, a muscle in his jaw twitching. Stiffly, he exited, walked down the hall, and into the Council chamber. He stopped in the center and the Jedis looked at him.
"Honored Council, you were correct. My pawadan is not mature enough to take the Trials."
"Meeting adjourned," said one member.
As the members filed out, Mace whispered to Qui-Gon, "What did you see?"
Qui-Gon pinched the bridge of his nose. "Something no one deserves to see."