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In My Place: Part Two
by Xena Bird

Gabrielle woke slowly. She felt warm and comfortable - not inclined to move. Behind her was a warm body, and in front of her the sun was warming her skin. She rolled over and gazed tenderly at Obi-Wan's youthful face. She was feeling quite attached to him, which meant she was in for heartbreak when he had to go back to his 'master'. Ah, but now was not the time to dwell on such things. Gabrielle's gaze swept down Obi-Wan's body, coming to rest at his limp cock. An evil grin stole across her face as an eviler thought crossed her mind, and she reached down to grab his penis, stroking it with all the womanly skill she could muster.

Obi-Wan was only semi-conscious at first, until the feeling of her lips surrounding the crown of his manhood brought him to a fully awake state. As soon as he opened his eye, and met Gabrielle's gaze with his own, she swallowed him, causing his hips to buck up at her compulsively. She made no reply, merely pushing his hips down, and running her tongue over and under his cock. It wasn't long before her skillful tongue brought him to a climax. She swallowed his seed, licking the remains off his shaft before crawling up his body and kissing him chastely on the mouth.

"You'll be going soon," she murmured.

"You know?" he asked, surprised. "How?"

"It's just a feeling I have. You will be gone by this time tomorrow." Gabrielle looked morose while she said that, then perked up, eyeing his already hardening cock, and saying "Well, we'd better make the best of the time we have now."

And Obi-Wan, sliding his cock into her tight entrance, was inclined to agree.

***

Xena's tongue invaded Qui-Gon's mouth as she removed the last remnants of clothing from her body and his. Her mouth slowly moved away from his down to one of Qui's hard nipples, which she sucked on, her eyes meeting his lustfully. He groaned and flipped them over so now he was on top.

Xena looked impressed. "Very good, Jedi. It's been quite a while since anyone's pulled that one on me. But you should be careful" she reached down and grabbed Qui-Gon's cock "about letting your guard down."

Qui gasped. "Oh really?" he inquired, mouth latching onto Xena's earlobe.

"Awwwwww, no teasing, Jedi you wouldn't want me to have to hurt you, would you?" She squeezed his shaft for emphasis.

"Very well," Qui-Gon muttered.

Xena flipped them back over. "I told you I liked being on top," she purred as she took his length inside of her. "Oh, Gods," she gasped, loving the feeling of his size stretching her. She swiveled her hips, making Qui groan and then groaning herself as his fingers found her clit and massaged it in time with his thrusts. She cried out as the feeling of his fingers and cock together brought her over the edge into oblivion, taking him with her.

She collapsed on him, panting.

Rena knocked on the door. "Xena, are you dressed?"

"Uh, yes," Xena called out, trying not to let her heavy breathing betray her. She leapt off of Qui-Gon's prone form and grabbed the closest item of clothing, a pair of jeans. She scanned for a top as she donned the pants, dressing as quickly as possible while Qui-Gon threw on his robes.

Rena keyed the lock and opened the door, guessing by their flushed faces what had happened.

"Is this okay??" Xena asked.

Rena looked Xena over. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved flannel shirt. "It'll do," she conceded.

* * *

Xena stood in the middle of the Jedi Council room. They were all silent, watching her. To show that she didn't give a damn for any of them she picked her teeth and ignored them all.

"I sense much irritation in you," the green wiener, called Yoda, commented.

Xena glared at the little runt. "So?" she asked laconically.

"Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering."

"Who said anything about fear?" Xena raised her eyebrow questioningly.

Yoda ignored her comment. "Bring in Qui-Gon, you should."

* * *

Xena stood a little behind and to the right of Qui-Gon and silently thought nasty thoughts at each of the Council while they asked Qui-Gon questions. By the time Qui-Gon was done making a full report on the events around Xena taking Obi-Wan's place, almost the whole of the Jedi Council was glaring at her. "Well," she thought, "I hope they aren't mind readers." She glared at Yoda who was still interrogating Qui-Gon. "Green runt," she thought at him.

He stopped talking mid-sentence and glared back at Xena. "Green I am," he snapped. "A runt I am not!"

Xena then felt a presence in her mind. You'd better stop that, Qui-Gon warned silently. Otherwise they won't be inclined to help you get back.

I'm not inclined towards being nice, Xena informed him

A voice broke into their conversation. "Reflect on this we must. Most interesting, it is. Consider getting Xena back to her home world, we will. Go you should. Leave us to meditate, you will," Yoda proclaimed in his particular grammar.

"Very well." Qui-Gon bowed respectfully and Xena, after a moment's hesitation, followed his lead.

* * *

In the practice rooms, Xena and Qui-Gon watched the padawans practice with their lightsabers. Xena paid close attention as they went through various katas, itching to get her hands on one of those strange weapons.

Qui-Gon picked up on her interest. "You wish to try?" he asked with a soft smile.

"I do." Xena replied. "Where do I sign up for one of those?" She pointed at a lightsaber.

"You can use one of the practice sabers." Qui-Gon handed her one. "It's set on low power, so it couldn't really injure you."

Xena watched avidly as Qui-Gon showed her how it worked. She picked one up and ignited it. "Interesting make," she commented before turning and cutting a nearby chair clean through. "Nice edge," she said admiringly, twirling it a couple times. "Good balance." She glanced at Qui-Gon. "Care to spar?"

Qui-Gon smiled. "You've never been trained. I would have an unfair advantage."

"Oh, really?" Xena waved the lightsaber menacingly.

Qui-Gon inclined his head slightly and drew out his own lightsaber.

They bowed gravely at each other.

Xena struck first. Qui-Gon parried, and retaliated. The blows were tentative at first as each got a feel for the other, but soon got faster. The Jedi, padawans and Knights all halted their practices to gather around Xena and Qui-Gon to watch. The two were very evenly matched, and watching them fight was a beautiful thing.

Master Yoda hobbled over to see what the commotion was all about and watched the fight carefully. When Xena finally bested Qui-Gon and they both caught their breath, Yoda approached Xena.

"Jedi reflexes, have you," he said to her.

"No, I'm just good with a sword," she said offhandedly.

"Hmmmmm," was all he would say in response.

* * *

Xena and Qui-Gon walked beside the Jedi Temple's lake.

"It's beautiful here."

"Yes." Thoughtful pause. "Xena, what will you do if you can't get back?"

"I hadn't really thought of it as an option," Xena stated. "I guess I'll just get a little house and and take up weaving," she stated wryly.

Qui-Gon laughed softly. "I was thinking that perhaps you could stay here. We could train you if the council agreed, and you could stay with me," he finished with difficulty.

"Qui-Gon," Xena said softly. "That is a very nice offer. If your Jedi Council can't send me home, I guess I'll stay here. Besides," she added wryly. "What else could I do?"

Qui-Gon smiled serenely and continued walking beside Xena.

***

When Gabrielle woke again she was still on the rock where she and Obi-Wan had spent the night. Someone, she presumed Obi-Wan, had placed a blanket over her body. She looked under it and noted that she was still naked. In the one glance she had bestowed on her naked body, she saw that she had acquired several hickeys, and wondered how she would explain them to Xena when, and if, she returned. Idly rubbing her breast, she wondered where Obi-Wan was and what he had gotten up to.

She stood to her feet and, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she walked to the clearing where she had left her stuff.

She was looking through the saddlebags when she noticed Obi-Wan sitting at the edge of the clearing. He was sitting so still that she nearly didn't notice him. She was used to Xena meditating, though, so she merely made breakfast as quietly as possible.

* * *

Xena tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the council to admit Qui-Gon and herself.

"What's taking them so long?" she demanded.

Qui-Gon, opening his eyes, stated, "They're meditating," and resumed doing so himself.

Finally they were ushered into the room. Xena waited as they silently sat and looked at her. Finally she could wait no longer.

"Well?" she inquired.

"Return you from whence you came we can," Yoda started. Xena breathed a sigh of relief. "But," he continued. "Do so, we shall not."

Xena glared at the little creature. "And why would that be?" she inquired icily.

"Much concentration and energy sending you home would take. Spare that many Jedi, we cannot."

"Don't you want you little Jedi back?" Xena asked angrily.

Qui-Gon stepped forward. "I for one" he trailed off, staring at Xena.

The council was staring as well.

"What?" Xena asked. She looked down at herself and noted that she was fading from view. "Oh." She felt something pulling her away from this dimension. "Cool." She smiled and waved at the Jedi before disappearing completely from view. In her place stood Obi-Wan, who looked somewhat dazed.

"Padawan." Qui-Gon embraced his apprentice. "Do you have any conception of how worried I was?"

"I think I have an idea," Obi-Wan stated, smiling.

* * *

Gabrielle hugged Xena. "Don't you ever do that again, alright? And if you do have to, take me."

Xena smiled. "Alright."

"So where exactly were you?" Gabrielle asked.

"Not sure. Somewhere very different from here, that's for sure." Xena grinned at her companion. "So you were here alone with Argo and this young hunk. Did. Anything happen between you two?" Xena raised her eyebrows.

"Me and Argo?" Gabrielle giggled.

Xena glared at her lover.

"Um." Gabrielle blushed.

"Gabrielle, you may as well tell me. If you don't, I'll just have to ask Argo."

"Good point."

They started to walk down the road.

"Well, you see, I've always had this strawberry fetish."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, and he, Obi-Wan, was some sort of a"

"Hunk? Strawberry? Ow, Gabrielle."

*Cut to ending credits*

The End