This originally started as a romance fic for a contest my friend and I are having… except for one little thing… I got the fandom wrong. So it's still JA, with a 'lil humor, but not a lot.

I don't own Jedi Apprentice.

Tahl coughed in a cloud of dust as she pushed the door to her quarters open. She had been away for months, and explicitly told building services not to tidy up. She was beginning to regret that.

With a wave of her hand she shut the door. Lumbering over to where her sleepcouch was, she collapsed, exhausted. Her bruises and scratches from battle ached and stung and burned all at the same time. She really should have gone to the healers. But she hated the healers. They poked and prodded like it was their natural right.

She couldn't bear to think of another hour in a bacta tank. It was just too much.

Best let sleep do the work she thought with a yawn. Her head hit her pillow and she was out cold.

A hand patting her sore shoulder woke her. Tahl groaned when she opened her eyes. This was worse than the healers: Qui-Gon Jinn!

"Whadaya wa?" Tahl mumbled, pressing her face back into her pillow to avoid his burning blue eyes.

"You're hurt."

"Ish nuttin."

"What, is your voice damaged?"

"No." Tahl licked her lips out of habit. They were swollen and tasted bloody. "My lips are chapped, that's all. But they don't hurt."

"What hurts?"

"Everything." Tahl rolled over and sat up. "And now you're giving me a headache. Go away."

"Not when you're in this condition." Qui-Gon looked her up and down, lingering an extra moment on her bloody lips.

"I'll go to the Healers if you go away."

"Not likely."

"Jinn!" Tahl slapped his arm.

"Ow. We haven't seen each other for months. It's never 'hello, Qui-Gon! Ah, yes, I appreciate your concern."

"Cut it out. That didn't hurt, I should know."

"What hurts?" Qui-Gon repeated. "Besides everything."

"My lips, now." Tahl glared at him. "Because you were the one that got me started talking, and-mh!" During her lecture, Qui-Gon had leaned forward. Tahl could hardly believe what he did-the sheer nerve. She should skin his hide for this; the blatant, purposeful kiss he bestowed upon her was a complete violation of her personal space and far beyond what a Healer would do. Granted, it was light and barely grazed her-nothing serious. And after three brief seconds, Qui-Gon broke away.

To her surprise, Tahl wasn't ready for it to end-there was still an overwhelming urge to continue what he had started. So she kissed him, this time pressing her lips confidently against his, fitting perfectly. His hand crept to her waist, heres to his neck. Her tongue locked with his and she held it. She kept the kiss as long as she could, then let it go, taking deep, surprised breaths.

What the kriff was that? Her mind screeched. You little-

"That was…" Qui-Gon paused, blushing. "Nice."

Tahl nodded equally mortified. "Th… thank you."

There was an awkward moment in which Tahl resumed her degrading thoughts and Qui-Gon twiddled his thumbs.

With a tone that suggested eagerness but was still casual, Qui-Gon asked, "Does it still hurt?"

How the kriff do I write this? I suppose I read too much romance. I suppose it would horrify you to know I'm only 13? (And hopelessly single.) Yeah. So this was not based off anything I know of. :D

Reviews are really appreciated!