"My babies!" Padmé wailed, sobbing inconsolably at the thought of her precious children being burned alive inside the blazing building.
"My Transformers!" cried Anakin, experiencing a similar feeling of loss, but in relation to his extensive action figure collection rather than his offspring. "Oh good, here come the firefighting droids," he added in relief.
He and Padmé watched as the fire was quickly extinguished, leaving their once-luxurious penthouse suite nothing more than a charred shell.
"Extent of damage: total," Padmé reported, reading from the notice left by the firefighting squad on the blackened door of the apartment. "Items salvaged: none. Origin of fire: stove. But that doesn't make any sense, we never-"
"Oopsie," Anakin interrupted sheepishly. "I guess I forgot to turn it off after I finished trying to cook."
"But you don't even need a stove for Easy Mac!"
This was news to Anakin. "You don't?"
"What do you think microwaves are for?"
"Ohhh…" said Anakin as comprehension dawned. Fortunately, he was saved from Padmé's wrath by the sound of a familiar metallic voice.
"Master Ani! Mistress Padmé!" called C-3PO, rushing toward them with, to Padmé's intense relief, a twin in each arm.
"Oh, thank the Force!" she sighed, snatching the infants from him. "Are they okay?"
"Perfectly fine," said C-3PO.
"Are you sure?" Anakin demanded.
"Yes, quite," C-3PO assured him. "And I'm fine, too, thanks for asking. Even though leaving that stove on was rather careless…"
Anakin glared. "Who are you calling careless, you worthless piece of-"
"Anakin, focus," Padmé interrupted, preventing him from turning the droid into a pile of scrap metal right then and there. "What are we going to do?"
"Stop cooking, for one thing," Anakin said reflectively. "I mean, burning down the house on the first attempt is a pretty clear sign, don't you think?"
"Well, yes," Padmé admitted. "But I meant what are we going to do about the fact that we are, you know, homeless and everything."
Anakin shrugged. "Beats me."
"Begging your pardon, Master Ani," C-3PO said timidly.
"Now what?" Anakin replied in irritation.
"Well, I took the liberty of speaking with the landlord while I waited for you to arrive," the droid explained, "and he said that you should be able to move back in by the end of the week."
"Fantastic," said Padmé. "But what are we supposed to do until then?"
"Pleeeeease?" Anakin begged.
"Absolutely not," Obi-Wan said firmly, having just heard the story of Anakin's apartment fire fiasco and his resulting need for housing.
"But you let us do it last time," Anakin pointed out.
"Last time I didn't already have an extra roommate," Obi-Wan reminded him. "And also it was partially my fault you couldn't stay at your apartment," he admitted. "This time I had nothing to do with it, so I feel no sense of responsibility."
"So the fact that we have been friends for like ten years means nothing to you? What about all that Jedi stuff about compassion and all that crap?"
Obi-Wan hesitated. "Well…"
"It's just for a couple of days, I promise," Anakin added, sensing that his mentor was about to acquiesce.
"Oh, alright," Obi-Wan gave in.
"Yippee!" exclaimed Anakin, enveloping Obi-Wan in an enthusiastic hug. "Thanks, man."
"Don't mention it," Obi-Wan replied, struggling to release himself from Anakin's arms. "Just don't touch me anymore, okay?"
Anakin regained his composure. "Got it."
"This room is so not big enough for all of us," Padmé stated matter-of-factly, arriving at Obi-Wan's quarters and assessing the situation.
"Dude, it totally is," Anakin assured her.
"I got an extra bed," Obi-Wan said, carrying a small mattress into the room and setting it on the floor.
"That thing is tiny!" Padmé observed. "Where did you get it?"
"Swiped it from Master Yoda," Obi-Wan said proudly.
"But won't he notice?" asked Anakin.
Obi-Wan shrugged. "Possibly. But he'll probably just blame Mace; that's who usually steals his mattress."
Padmé was confused. "But why would Mace want… Never mind," she abandoned the question, deciding that it was probably best that she didn't know.
"So I figure the kid can sleep here," Obi-Wan explained, indicating the miniature mattress, "you two can share Anakin's bed, and the crib can go in the corner."
"But our crib got burned up in the fire," Padmé pointed out.
"I'll go get one from the nursery," Anakin volunteered.
He left and returned a short while later, crib in tow. "Here it is!" he said proudly.
Padmé examined the cradle to determine whether it was suitable. "Anakin, this crib has a baby in it!"
"Oops," he said. "I'll be right back."
He left again, returning with a second, empty crib. "How's this one?" he asked, slightly out of breath.
"Fine," said Padmé, gently placing the twins inside.
"Well, if you guys are settled I should probably try and track down Boba," said Obi-Wan, realizing that his charge was missing. "Anakin, you find Yoda and see if we can schedule a Jedi Council meeting for tomorrow."
Anakin groaned. "Do I have to?"
"I'll do it," said Padmé. "You stay here and watch the babies, okay?"
"Yes, ma'am," Anakin agreed.
"Try not to start any more fires."
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