One day Obi-Wan was playing in his garden with his golden Te'liyt ball, out back of his parent's house. He threw it joyfully in the air, laughing merrily as it glittered in the sunlight. It had been a present from his uncle, and was his most treasured possession. Skipping happily through the trees and flowers dotting the landscape of the immense garden, he couldn't have been happier. Except for one thing. One thing he'd wanted but his parent's couldn't buy for him.

Love.

Obi-Wan sighed and pouted.

"Oh, my fair prince, where are you?" he said to the world in general.

Starship-loads of suitors had come to woo him, ever since he'd grown up into the most beautiful young lad in all the galaxy. His eyes sparkled, his hair reflected the sunlight perfectly, and he had the body of a god. He was the most sought after man of all.

Yet he rejected every suitor who came, to his parent's dismay. He sat bored through countess proclamations of undying love, and rolled his eyes at the piles upon piles of priceless gifts presented to him.

None of these men were his Prince Charming.

And he was going to find him if it took his entire life, dammit. Or at least the next few years, depending on much more mileage he had on his incredible good looks.

He sighed again, then began throwing his ball up and down in the air again. He skipped around and around like a giddy little boy, his air-filled brain making him almost float off the ground.

"Who is the most beautiful man in the entire universe?!" he asked the ball as he caught it in his hands. "Oh, me? WOW, thanks!!" he said to the silent reply from the ball.

He began his giddy run around the garden again, but this time he threw the ball too enthusiastically in the air, and it fell down somewhere in the nearby trees.

"Oh, poo," pouted Obi-Wan, and he made his way over to the trees. He began to search through the low undergrowth, but to no avail. Further and further he pushed through the scrub and branches until a clearing opened up, revealing the deep pond in the middle of the garden. Obi-Wan walked up to the edge, and admired his own reflection.

"By golly, you're a handsome chap, aren't you?" he said to himself. He began preening himself, straightening his clothes, fixing his hair, when suddenly a polite cough interrupted him.

He looked around but couldn't find the owner of the voice. He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his reflection.

"Oi! Down here!" yelled the disembodied voice.

Obi-Wan's head snapped around and he stared at the little green frog seated on the edge of the pond.

"Yes, it's me who's talking, congratulations on working it out," said the frog.

"Err..." said Obi-Wan. "You're a frog..."

"Well observed, young man," said the frog. "You'll go far in life with those powers of observation."

Recognising sarcasm had never been Obi-Wan's forte, and so the words went in one ear and out the other. "Frogs don't talk," he said, the brain cell in his head working overtime.

"Don't be stupid, boy," said the frog. "What do you call what I'm doing if it isn't talking?"

Obi-Wan cocked his head in thought.

"Ok," he said finally, after no answer came to him. "I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," replied the frog. "Now listen, boy. You want that golden ball of yours?"

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Obi-Wan, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, but I've lost it," he remembered suddenly, his pout returning.

"It's at the bottom of this pond, actually," said the frog. "I can get it for you if you promise to do something for me."

"Oh, anything you'd like!" exclaimed Obi-Wan gleefully. "I just want my ball back!"

The frog nodded and dived down into the depths of the pond, resurfacing moments later with the golden ball between its webbed feet. He dropped it at Obi-Wan's feet.

"There you go, lad," he said. "Now you have to do the favour you promised me."

"Sure! Sure! Anything!" said Obi-Wan, lost in his own thoughts while staring at the glistening ball.

"Kiss me," said the frog.

"Oh, su- What?!"

"Kiss me," repeated the frog.

Obi-Wan stared at the small green creature.

"You _have_ to be joking!" he said in disgust. "I'm not kissing you - you're a frog!"

"Yes, I think we've been through that," said the frog. "But you have to kiss me as you made a promise."

"Well, I shan't do it!" exclaimed Obi-Wan. "You're a hideous little creature and I deserve better! The Prince of Tu-yagh came to me yesterday and I wouldn't even kiss him! So I certainly won't kiss you!"

"Yes you will!"

"NO I won't!"

"Yes you will or you won't get your ball back!"

The frog concentrated and levitated the ball out of Obi-Wan's open hand.

"Hey! Give it back!" yelled Obi-Wan, jumping madly at his ball. "How did you do that?!"

The frog smiled, as well as frogs can smile.

"I used the Force," he answered smugly. "I can teach you how to, if you want."

"I'd love to learn!" said Obi-Wan gleefully. "I want to be a Jedi one day!" he added. He paused. "You're not a Jedi...are you?"

The frog managed to look even more smug.

"Well, yes I am actually," he replied. "Kiss me and I'll teach you everything I know."

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to complain, but for once his brain took action.

"Bugger," he said finally and with much passion.

Slowly reaching down, he picked up the little slimy frog, and brought it unwillingly up to his luscious lips. He puckered up and planted a tiny kiss on the frog's head.

Suddenly a strange electrical force surrounded the little frog and Obi-Wan dropped it in surprise, releasing a little cute 'eeek!' at the same time. The bright lights and flashes grew in size and the little frog expanded and morphed larger and larger in front of Obi-Wan's eyes.

Finally, all the action stopped, and before Obi-Wan's eyes stood a tall, extremely handsome man, smiling seductively at the stunned boy.

"Thank you," the man spoke, finally. "I am Qui-Gon Jinn, a Jedi Master, and unfortunately was transformed into a frog by a Sith with a bad sense of humour. And no, I don't wish to talk about it. Anyway, I had to get a beautiful young boy to kiss me to reverse the spell. That's where you came in."

Obi-Wan continued staring. He had never seen such a magnificent sight in his entire life, not counting himself. Especially considering the man was glistening wet and naked, which wasn't a state he'd ever reached with any of his suitors before.

"Oh, my!" he managed to say, finally.

Both men stared, entranced by each other's amazing good looks.

*Finally* Obi-Wan thought, *I've found my Prince Charming!*

They jumped into each other's arms and from that point on lived happily ever after.

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THE END.

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