Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Siri-Wan Kenobi, J. K. Burtola, others mentioned.

Reasoning:To show a different side to Anakin, a bit with his training of J. K., who's been horribly neglected in the main storyline, and Siri-Wan. and to give Siri-Wan a nickname.

Timeline:15:3:27GR (Siri-Wan is six, J. K. is nine and Anakin is 22)

Siri-Wan Kenobi got home from school. She was a bit late, she'd stayed with Master Yoda working on some of the details of her Makashi forms, and just talking to him. He was the best grown up in the whole Temple. It made her nervous that she was late, because Daddy and Mommy would probably be worried. She opened the door, and was surprised by the appearance of J. K.—Uncle Anakin's Padawan. "There you are," he said. "Master Anakin was just sending me to find you."

She ignored him and went over to Anakin, giving him a hug around his leg. "I was staying late with Master Yoda."

"That's fine, Siri-Wan," he said, absently patting her head, and he went back to reading something on a datapad while he paced. He didn't do that unless he was really worried about something.

Her little brother toddled into the room from his room. "Ree-on," he called to her. He was only fifteen months old, and he was still wobbly on his legs. He'd only just started to use identifiable terms for everyone.

"What, Dak-Tin?"

He held his arms out to her. She smiled, knowing that he wanted picked up, held, and so she went over to him and picked him up. He wasn't too heavy for her six-year-old frame, but she didn't like carrying him for long, so she went to the sofa, and set him down, then climbed up herself, and put her arm around her little brother so he wouldn't fall off. "Dada?" Dak-Tin asked.

"He's not here right now," Uncle Anakin answered his question without looking up.

"Where is he?" she asked, echoing the thought-question Dak-Tin didn't have the real words for.

"He's at the Healer's with your mother."


"Because it's time for your brother to be born."

She made a face. "I already have a brother."

"And you're about to get another one. Having one doesn't exclude you from getting more," he said to her, then turned his attention to J. K, putting the datapad away. "I want to see your Soresu forms again, Padawan. You can do them without your lightsaber this time."

"Yes, Master. How do I do that?"

"Your hands are weapons just as much as your lightsaber," he put his fingers together, holding his hand up straight. "Hold your hands like this."

"Yes, Master," he said, and started doing his forms. She watched with interest. Daddy did the forms like this sometimes, but she didn't understand why, and now she did, at least a little bit. She knew that sometimes Jedi were deprived of their lightsabers, and had to do battle without them.

After J. K. had gone through his forms once, she asked, "Where's Aunt Padmé?" resigning herself to the fact that she wouldn't have her parents there for a while. They had said something about her brother might come at any time, sometime in the last couple of weeks. She didn't want another brother, but she hadn't been able to talk them out of it. She was suspicious that her father was trying not to laugh at her when she asked that, but she wasn't totally sure. She didn't know why he would be laughing. She was serious.

"Naboo," he said without looking away from J.K.'s forms, "She was supposed to be heading back today, but there were some delays in the contract she was negotiating, and it will be tomorrow at least before she gets back."

"Does she know I'm getting another brother?" she asked, curious about how widely known his presence actually was.

"Yes, but she doesn't know he's coming today. I don't want to make her feel pressured to return."

"Did you know I was getting another brother?" she asked accusatorially.

"I've known for about four months. He's been growing inside your mommy's tummy for quite some time now. Didn't you notice?"

"Yes. How do they get him out?"

"The Healers help."

That didn't help her understand, but maybe it was really complicated. "Ok. Does it take a long time?"

"Usually about a day. You took a day and-a-half."

"I did?"

"Yes. Dak-Tin took just over a day. This one should hopefully be here when we get up in the morning."

"Does he have a name?"

"If he does, I haven't heard it yet."

"Are you going to stay here?"

"Yes, Siri-Wan, I will stay here until he is born, at least. Your father may want me to stay longer, a couple of days. It won't be too long before your parents are home," he said, reassuring her as he was settling in on the sofa beside her.

She reached across his chest for his braid. It had been just over a year since it had been cut, and she hadn't seen him enough to be used to it being gone, and she was used to being able to play with the beads. "Do you miss your braid?"

He smiled at her. "No, it was time for me to become a Knight. Aunt Padmé still has it somewhere."

"Oh. Do you know if Daddy had a braid?"

"Yes, he did, but I don't know if he still has it somewhere. My hair was so short when I became his Padawan, that he let me braid some of his into mine to make it longer. It was only about a week after we met that he was Knighted."

"Will you tell me the story of how you met Daddy?"


"Please?" she asked, because it was her favorite story. It was also the story of how he met Aunt Padmé, and how he lost his arm. It was the scariest story he told, but it was so much fun.

"May I listen, Master?" J. K. asked, having finished his forms twice through.

Anakin nodded, and he flopped down onto the sofa across from them. "Well, I was a slave on Tatooine," he started, and Dak-Tin decided then that he needed to be in Anakin's lap, and started to crawl across her. He picked Dak-Tin up, settling the boy on his lap on the other side.

"Ree-on," he fussed and she put her hand on his leg to let him know she was still there, since that was what was close to her. Dak-Tin liked to be touched, and he really enjoyed being around Uncle Anakin, because he would carry Dak-Tin everywhere settled into the crook of his left arm, so long as Daddy let him.

"I was a slave, and I worked in a junk shop. I was really good at fixing things, and Watto, who was my owner, that made him money. He liked money, he was very greedy. And his greed was going to be his downfall. Mom knew that he liked money. Then, one day, a ship from Naboo, the ship that carried the Queen landed on Tatooine."

"The Queen of Naboo?" she said excitedly.

"The Queen's name was Queen Amidala," he continued, not letting her interrupt the flow of the story, "She was very young, and dressed very elegantly, but it was a secret that she was even there. The ship had been damaged, and they couldn't take off again without repairs, and they didn't have the parts they needed, nor did they have any money."

"And they needed money, didn't they? To buy the parts for the ship?" she asked.

"Yes, they needed money to get the parts to fix their ship. But it was only a few days until Boonta Day, and on Boonta Eve, there is a big pod race, the Boonta Eve Classic. The money that was to be won would be well more than enough to fix their ship up."

"But how could they enter the race, Uncle Anakin?"

"I'm getting to that. The Queen dressed as one of her handmaidens so that she could go into Mos Espa with the Jedi Master who was protecting her. His name was Qui-Gon Jinn."

"Master Qui-Gon?" she asked with awe. She always did, no matter how many times he told her this story.

"Yes, Master Qui-Gon. He took the only droid that the ship had left, because it came with a compliment of six or so, but they had been shot down in the same battle that damaged the ship, and the disguised Queen came with him, along with a couple of others from Naboo. They came to the junk shop that I worked at, as a slave to my Master, Watto."

"So you met Queen Amidala then?"

"Yes, I met the Queen of Naboo that day, but she didn't tell me that was who she was. She was just Padmé, a simple handmaiden. Master Qui-Gon found that Watto had all of the parts he needed, but he wouldn't accept any payment other than money, so they left, and I was finished for the day shortly after, and so I found them wandering about Mos Espa with a sandstorm blowing on the horizon, a bad one."

"And you invited them home to save them from the sandstorm, right, Uncle Anakin?"

"Yes, little one, and am I telling the story or are you?"

She batted her eyelashes at him innocently, "You are, Uncle Anakin. Are sandstorms scary, Uncle Anakin?"

"They can be," he answered, placated, "Since their ship was so far away, I told them that they could come home with me, even though it was a small place that we lived in, and we were slaves and basically had no money, only barely enough to buy food for ourselves."

"So you were nice to them?"

"I was nice to most everybody. Mom was very proud of me because I was so nice to everybody. Qui-Gon had extra food, so he gave that to Mom, so that she could feed everybody during the sandstorm, and they talked about Watto and how to get money, and I told him that I had built a pod, and it was almost done."

"And you raced pods before, right, Uncle Anakin?"

"Yes, a couple of times, but I'd never finished the Boonta Eve; I'd crashed out several times. I hadn't been hurt, thank the Force. I knew I could do this race, finish it and win. It made me really proud that I would be able to help these nice people that were in trouble. I didn't even think about what I would get out of it."

"You got to go with Master Qui-Gon, to come here, right, Uncle Anakin?" she said excitedly, jumping ahead a bit in the story.

He looked at her, and she fell quiet. "Yes, after I won the race, I found out that Qui-Gon had made a bet with Watto, the pod I was racing in against me. The race won me my freedom."

"So you weren't a slave anymore?"

"No, not after that moment. I went with Master Qui-Gon, who promised I would be trained as a Jedi, and we crossed the desert toward their ship when we were attacked."

"Who attacked you, Uncle Anakin?" she asked, knowing the 'proper' question she should be asking.

"A Sith, an enemy of the Jedi, and he was red, a Zabrak, and he had black tattoos over the parts of his face that we could see, and he had horns, and he had a Sith lightsaber, a double-bladed lightsaber."

"That must have been scary," she said, and she hadn't yet gotten to see pictures of Darth Maul, but he sounded very scary, especially when Uncle Anakin described him.

"I barely knew what a lightsaber was at the time. One with two blades was just different to me. Darth Maul, which was the Sith's name, was riding a speederbike, and he shot Force Lightning at Master Qui-Gon, and he knocked Master Qui-Gon out."

"That must have been really scary," she shivered. She'd heard Uncle Anakin and Master Qui-Gon describe the things they were talking about often enough that she could almost imagine the tingling along her skin, hurting her for real.

"It was, and it was even more scary when he came after me with his lightsaber lit."

"What happened then?" she asked with a mix of awe and fear, but she did remember that she was supposed to let him tell the story.

"He struck at me, but I moved just in time, and he was only able to cut my arm off," he said, and looked down at her, but she just smiled sweetly back at him. It was much better when he told the story, "And I blacked out, but I did something strange, and I don't remember it, but I fought back, and I cut his hand off."

"Why don't you remember?" she asked, and she asked every time, because it was odd, not remembering something that you'd done, something important anyway.

"I don't know. I don't think anyone does. All I know is that it's a good thing I did fight back, because there was no one to help me. Obi-Wan was too far away, and Master Qui-Gon was not conscious."

"Didn't Darth Maul run away after you hurt him?"

"Yes, and by that point, Obi-Wan was coming out of the Queen's ship, and he was ready for a fight. I woke up on the way to Coruscant and that was when I was more or less introduced to your Father."

"Did you know he was going to be your Master right away?" she asked, trying to keep from getting ahead of the story.

"I did, it was funny, I think that's the only thing I called him. I knew who he was, even though we hadn't been introduced."

"So how long before he became your Master?"

"Oh, it was six days, I believe."

"A week? That was all the time you took to get to know your new Master?" J. K. asked him.

"Yes, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it would be alright. Master Qui-Gon was always there with us, and everything was ok when he was around."

She was glad that Uncle Anakin was so good at telling stories. "So what happened to the Queen of Naboo?" she asked, knowing that the story wasn't finished.

"She went back to Naboo, and when she was no longer Queen, and there was a new Queen, Jamilla, she became Senator, because she loved Naboo so much, and she wanted to continue to serve them."

"And then she made people mad because she was so unbending?"

"That's one way to put it, Siri-Wan," he said with a smile.

"They were mad enough at her to try to kill her, right?"

"That's right. The Jedi were asked to protect her and investigate."

"Which Jedi, Uncle Anakin?" she asked, though she knew the answer.

"Well, as it just so happens, it was Master Obi-Wan and me," he said with a smile.

"So you got to see her again?" J. K. asked. It must have been the first time he'd heard the story. He hadn't been Anakin's Padawan for very long, but it was strange that he didn't know this story.

"Yes, and I found out that she'd been Queen all along, not just a handmaiden, and I fell in love with her, though I think I was half in love with her when I met her again."

"What did you do?" J. K. asked.

"Well, I married her."

"And she became my Aunt Padmé?" Siri-Wan asked.

"That she did, little one, a couple of months before Dak-Tin was born," he said, and she looked at her little brother, who'd fallen asleep, by this point.

"He's taking a nap," she pointed out to Anakin.

Anakin looked down, "So he is," he said to her. "Do you have homework?"

"No, Uncle Anakin, just practicing my velocities."

"So, why don't you start?"

"I need a partner."

"What do you usually do for a partner?"

"One of the girls from class usually comes over, but she was sick today, and didn't go to class."

"How was she sick?"

"I think it's something that Mygeetan have a problem with, but I don't remember what," she said, and he nodded.

"So what shall we do about it?"

"I don't know, because the rest of the clan is all paired up."

"Well you can practice them by yourself, you know. It's not absolutely necessary to have a partner."

"I know, Uncle Anakin, I could work with J. K.," she said excitedly.

He thought about it for a little while. "That would be acceptable; J. K. hasn't done velocities for a while, and I think he could do with the additional practice," he said, looking at J. K.

"Yes, Master," he said, sounding like he was only doing it because Uncle Anakin had asked, and he couldn't refuse.

For his part, Anakin was amused by J. K.'s unwillingness. "Come now, Padawan. It won't be that bad. You've done your velocities before."

"Yes, Master," J. K. said. "How far are we going?"

Uncle Anakin looked at her. "I'm on the third Makashi. That's what Master Yoda was helping me with."

He nodded, and ushered them out to the balcony so that they could practice. He made them go through their velocities three times, slow, medium and fast, before he stopped the session. "Alright. Have you had enough practice, Siri-Wan?"

"No, Uncle Anakin. Can we spar?"

He looked at her incredulously. "I think…not. J. K. is three years older than you, little one, and he is much more advanced than you. You only know the basics of two forms, and he's working through the more advanced stages of the third form, and he has all of his basic forms down, for the most part, even form six."

"But I want to try, Uncle Anakin."

"Your father would not approve."

"You don't have to tell him."

He looked at his Padawan. "Alright, Siri-Wan. The two of you can spar for a little bit, but just so I can see how well you can both remember your forms while you are in battle, ok?"

"I don't want to fight a girl," J. K. said, wrinkling his nose at the idea.

"You aren't fighting a girl, you aiding another Jedi in her training, no different than I am with you. Think of it as practice for when you have a Padawan of your own."

J. K. turned bright red. "Yes, Master," he said, and they both got up and readied themselves.

"Should I use Shii-Cho, Uncle Anakin?"

"You may use whatever you want, and I will watch your forms as well. J. K., you will not use anything more advanced than what she displays."

"I can't attack, Master?"

"I didn't say that. I said you will not use any form more advanced than Siri-Wan uses."

"How is that supposed to challenge her, Master?"

"You have reach on her, as well as strength, that will challenge her plenty without inflicting your superior skill on her. This will be a good exercise in patience, Padawan."

"Yes, Master," J. K. said, and he adopted the opening stance of the Soresu form, his non-dominant foot forward, and the blade crossed up to his non-dominant shoulder.

The opening stance for Shii-Cho varied only in the position of the lightsaber, more aggressive. Her lightsaber was held in both hands, toward the center of her body, and pointed directly at him.

She knew Shii-Cho, and a little Makashi, and a very little Soresu, but she wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She'd never actually tried to fight someone before. "Uncle Anakin?"

"Try an attack. You have learned attacks."

"Yes, Uncle Anakin," she said, hesitantly attacking J. K. with the first attack sequence of her Shii-Cho velocities. He parried them differently than if he was using Shii-Cho, but that was to be expected. He used very small body movements to block her. She tried another sequence; it was about the fourth she usually ran through. He wasn't as prepared for that, probably expecting the second sequence, but he defended himself adequately.

She wasn't sure her father would approve of them sparing in the open space in the common room of their quarters, but it was thrilling to try it out. Uncle Anakin had gotten up with Dak-Tin still cradled in his left arm. "Stop for a moment," he ordered her, and she shut her lightsaber down so he could correct J. K.'s stance. It was horribly off, and even she could see that.

"Your feet are backward now, J. K.," she pointed out.

He turned a different shade of red than before. "She's right, Padawan, it is an easy mistake to make when you are transitioning forms as rapidly as you are. It can be useful to keep your opponent unbalanced, but there is a price to pay," Uncle Anakin said, cutting off the retort she was sure was coming.

"Good eye, little one, recognizing which form he was using. You've been watching your father, yes?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Daddy practices forms at home sometimes, I watch him, it's as good as meditating."

After J. K.'s stance was adjusted to make it easier for him to move, as Uncle Anakin was explaining the reasons that the dominant foot was behind in this stance so much, demonstrated a better way to make the transition and they tried again.

She tried the series that she had been working on with Master Yoda just that day, then a small jab at the end that wasn't part of the sequence.

J. K. looked at her, stunned as she touched him with the lightsaber. And it stung, she could feel it through the Force. "Shiim," she said.

"Shiak, more like," he said, and looked to his Master.

"Never underestimate any opponent, J.K .," Uncle Anakin said, and J. K. dutifully walked over to his Master after powering down his weapon. He stripped his shirt off, to see if she'd done any real damage to him. Uncle Anakin rubbed his hand across the bruise that was already starting to appear. "Well, she got you good. We can put up for today, and you can do your homework, if you like."

He shifted back and forth on his feet, deciding. "No, Master. I'm ok."

"Alright. I trust that you won't drop your guard like that again?"

"No, Master."

"And keep your elbows in; you aren't trying to fly away."

"Yes, Master," he said, putting his shirt back on, and facing her again.

"The sequence you were using needs a little work, Siri-Wan."

"Yes, Uncle Anakin. That was the sequence I was working on with Master Yoda today."

He nodded. "Continue."

At least he did listen to Uncle Anakin, keeping his elbows in much better the next time that she attacked him, another Shii-Cho sequence. She had seen a Soresu attack sequence that her father had been practicing over the last month. She was feeling brave, and thought she could try it. She'd seen him doing it enough times; she might be able to pull it off. She started, and he was rather startled by the way she was moving; the movements of the Soresu were much different from the Makashi and the Shii-Cho. He defended against her attack, but he was rather confused. "Master, what was that?"

"I would say, Padawan, that she's been watching her father. That is how you attack in Soresu, though it could use some improvement."

She blushed a bit. "I haven't tried it before, Uncle Anakin."

He raised his eyebrow at her. "Could have fooled me."

"Really, Uncle Anakin."

He nodded. "Once more, then, my Padawan, you have homework."

"Yes, Master," he said, and readied himself for her attack. She tried to string two sequences together, and was able to get her saber through his defense only just, at the end of the second one. "Ow," he said, jumping back from her, but maintaining his defensive pose in case she wasn't done, but she shut down her lightsaber.

"This is so different from defending against blaster bolts, Master," he complained as Anakin pushed his sleeve up, checking his arm for damage, but he didn't even have a bruise from that hit, at least not yet.

"Yes, it is, which is why you are taught to deflect against blaster bolts for such a long time before you learn this side of the Soresu."

"It's hard, Master."

"The life of the Jedi is hard, Padawan, but it is not without its rewards."

"Like what?"

"Defending the Galaxy against the Sith. Connecting with the Force. Making a difference."

"Yes, Master," he said, but he sounded like he didn't quite believe her uncle.

J. K. was sitting at the Kenobi's dining room table, doing his homework, his ribs still aching a bit, even after his Master had applied a Bacta patch to them, from the hard jab with the lightsaber Siri-Wan had wielded earlier that day. It was odd to fight her, because she was so much smaller than any of his classmates, and he didn't do much fighting in class in the first place. He was in a Forms class, until he got this down, at least. He sighed, wiggling a little in his chair, and looked up, finding her looking at him. "Go 'way."

"No, this is my home."

He had no argument for that, but she was still annoying him. "I need to do my homework, and I can't go home, there's no one there."

"You can do your homework, I'm not stopping you."

"You are, Ri-an."

She scrunched up her face at him. "That's not my name."

"It's all I've heard you called."

"You must not be listening very hard."

"Sure I was," he said, teasing, trying to make her mad enough to leave. "Ri-an, Ri-an, Rian."

She turned a bit pink. It was working. "I'm gonna tell Uncle Anakin you're being mean to me."

"I think I have the right after you hurt me today, Rian."

"It wasn't my fault that you got hurt. You didn't defend yourself well enough. If you expect not to get hurt again, you need to improve on that," she said pragmatically.

The fact that she was right did nothing to improve his mood. "Rian, Rian, Rain," he chanted, slipping on the last one.

It made her turn another shade darker, improving his mood immensely. He chuckled. "Don't like it, Rain? Don't think that's a proper name for a Jedi?"

"No, it's not," she said, "You aren't nice at all. I don't like you."

"Rain, Rain, go away, don't come again any other day," he chanted remembering one of the little rhymes he'd learned with Bear Clan.

"Meanie!" she cried out, and ran to another room, leaving him in peace for probably as long as it took to get his Master riled up. He thought, Uh-oh. I'd better get my homework finished up quick. I'm probably in for a lecture.

Anakin was tucking the last bit of the bedclothes around Dak-Tin when Siri-Wan ran into the room in tears. He hadn't left the two of them alone that long, had he?

There was only one way to find out. "What happened?"

"He called me names," she wailed, and he picked her up, and they went to her room, out of sight and sound of his Padawan.

He sighed, and brushed the tears from her cheek. "Like what?"

"Rain," she said, her wailing becoming more pronounced.

He grinned at her. "But I love rain. It's very nice."

"You love rain?" she asked him, bewildered, her tears drying nearly instantly with curiosity.

"Sure. Remember I was raised on Tatooine until I was nine. I didn't see rain until I got to Coruscant, and it scared me the first time I saw it. I thought the world was ending."

"You were scared of the rain, not the thunder, but the rain?" she checked for clarification.

"The rain," he confirmed, "The thunder didn't bother me too much, it was always very noisy when the sandstorms on Tatooine were going on, and so noise wasn't too much of an issue. But that much water falling from the sky, for a little boy, not much older than J. K. is now, that was rather scary the first time I saw it."

"So how did you learn to not be scared?"

"Well, your father took me out in about the third one that happened while I was here. I'd learned that the world didn't end during one, so I was rather curious by that point, and we got all wet, and played in the puddles, and spent the whole day playing in the rain. I remember Master Windu looking very sternly at both of us when we got back."

"Did you go play in the rain ever again?"

He looked at her conspiratorially. "Sometimes I still do."

"Really, Uncle Anakin?"


"Don't you get cold?"

"Yes, but a hot bath when you get back fixes you right up."

"Don't your clothes get wet?" she asked, looking up at him in amazement.

He shrugged. "They only get wet when you wash them later. Just have to make sure they get right into the laundry, or hung up so they can dry," he answered her practically.

"You're great, Uncle Anakin," she said, throwing her arms around his waist in a hug.

"You know, it's supposed to rain tomorrow," he told her with a wink.

"Really?" she asked. "Can we go play in the rain?"

"Well, maybe. You still have your little brother to meet."

She wrinkled her nose. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you have to. You've known about this for some time, or so your father has informed me."

She looked down. "I don't want another little brother," she said with as much attitude as he'd ever seen Siri put into anything. She was nearly as opinionated as Padmé on some things.

He fought a smile, "Well, sometimes we have to deal with things we don't like. I think I would have liked to have a brother or a sister."

"I would much rather have a sister."

"Well, Aunt Padmé has been talking about wanting to have a little girl, maybe you can spend time with her."

"That would be nice, Uncle Anakin. Can we trade? You can keep my little brother, I'm sure Daddy wouldn't mind."

He was unable to totally suppress the chuckle that came from that statement. "I somehow doubt that. And I'm sure Siri is going to be just as attached to him."

She looked disappointed. He really couldn't blame her; she was rather outnumbered by the boys right now: J. K., Dak-Tin, and this new one. Obi-Wan was refusing to take on another Padawan at the moment, claiming that the Force hadn't shown him one that needed his special attention yet, and that he was still tired from Anakin and Ferus. "Are you sure?"

"Quite. It's time for you to get ready for bed, too, now isn't it?"

She shrugged, then couldn't quite suppress a yawn. "I wanna stay up with you."

"I think you're too tired for that, Rain."

"Hey," she said, shoving ineffectively at him.

He ruffled her hair. "Remember I like Rain very much. I like it as a nickname for you. It will help differentiate you from Siri, anyway."

"Ok," she agreed after a moment's thought. "It sounds different coming from you."

"Change into your nightclothes?" he asked, and she nodded, and got them out of her small dresser, and he went out of her room, to talk to his Padawan.

"J. K."

His Padawan finished the sentence he was writing, and then shut down his datapad. "Yes, Master?"

"Teasing is inappropriate, and unbecoming of a Jedi."

"Yes, Master."

"Why did you do it?"

"She was staring at me."


"She hurt me earlier today."


"I shouldn't have done it," he said having run out of reasons for having done it.


He had to think for a little while on that one. "I won't do it again?"

"Good, and?"

J. K. had to think hard, and for a long while. "I should apologize?"

"Very well. You may do that now. Then you have an hour to meditate tonight, and an extra hour of meditation each night for the next week."

"But, Master!"

"No buts. Now go apologize to Siri-Wan."

"Yes, Master," he said, resigned to his fate. There were advantages to having a Padawan raised at the Temple, and one of them was near immediate compliance. It would also be something he would have to train out of J. K. if he expected the boy to amount to anything. Questions were the way that he learned, and it was a good way of doing things, it was Qui-Gon's way of doing things; the way of the Living Force.

Siri-Wan was finished dressing by the time they had finished their discussion. "Sorry," J. K. told her sullenly from the doorway to her room. "I won't call you Rain if you don't like it."

"I like it fine," she said, and he was clearly stunned. "It's Uncle Anakin's favorite thing."

He wouldn't have personally said that, but it was fairly high on the list. Padmé was at the top, but neither of the two of them would understand that. "Go wash your face, brush your teeth, and you can go to bed," he told Rain.

"Sure, Uncle Anakin," she said. "You always tell the best stories."

He chuckled, and patted her back as she headed for the 'fresher.