Disclaimer: As much as I wish I owned my two favorite characters, I've afraid Obi and Anakin will always belong to Georgie. What a shame!

Author's Note: Just an idea that came to mind. I'm sorry if it is a bit rushed or whatever, but I wrote it mostly for my own enjoyment.

Chapter One

Anakin Skywalker growled angrily as the branch that his master had been pushing back only moments before swung back and slapped him smartly in the mouth. He spit out the leaves mixed with blood and moaned.

"Master! You'd better hope that plant wasn't poisonous!" Anakin cried indignantly. The Jedi Knight looked back with a bored expression, as he took a step towards the plant, examining its leaves closely. He looked up at his Padawan, straight-faced.

"Woops," he mumbled to himself, as he pressed forward into the dense jungle.

"Master! I'm going to die out here," Anakin cried. "My lip is bleeding, I just ate a poisonous leaf, and we're lost."

"For the last time," Obi-Wan sighed. "We're not lost."

"Misplaced?" the apprentice offered.

"No…"

"Disoriented?"

"No."

"Straying?"

"No."

"Off-track?"

"No, Anakin."

"Missing?"

"Anakin!"

"Off-course?"

"Anakin, as happy as I am that you have decided to broaden your vocabulary, I think its time that you—"

"Wayward?"

"Anakin! We are not, under any circumstances—"

"Oh look master, a hut." Anakin cried, pointing to a place behind Obi-Wan.

"Oh, thank the Force!" Obi-Wan mumbled absentmindedly, turning to look where his Padawan had pointed. There was nothing, just a small cluster of trees of the same type that they had been passing for the last hour and a half. Behind him Anakin was laughing hysterically, hunched over, holding his sides and pointing at Obi-Wan's furious expression.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan shouted, losing all holds on his patience. He threw up his hands in defeat.

"Fine!" He cried. "We're lost! Are you satisfied now, Padawan?" Anakin's laughter subsided slowly, ebbing into soft chuckles.

"Yes, Master," he smiled. Obi-Wan sighed, breathing out slowly and closing his eyes. He stayed that way for a long moment, and Anakin took it as a sign that he should probably stop his teasing before his master got too upset. After a moment or two Obi-Wan opened his eyes and attempted to grin, but only succeeded in producing a small smile.

"Shall we continue?" he suggested, leading the way. Anakin looked slightly disappointed—it was always entertaining when his master was upset—but he knew he shouldn't push it too far. Obi-Wan's patience had been waning a great deal on this mission. Why the Baroondian senator had requested that the Jedi deliver a contract to some old (probably severely wrinkled, Anakin noted) guy who lived in the middle of Baroonda's tropical forests—why it was beyond Anakin's understanding. But he strongly suspected that it had something to do with the great distance and extremely dense jungle. And poisonous plants, he added. And—

"Aaaaaaaah!" Anakin screamed, doing a frantic sort of jig. Obi-Wan whirled around; his eyes wide with concern for his Padawan. Perhaps, Anakin pondered later; I might have sent a bit too much panic into the force.

"What is it!" Obi-Wan gushed, running to Anakin, who continued his little dance, arms flailing erratically.

"Bug!" Anakin cried. "Big, HUGE bug! On my leg! The size of Master Ki-Adi-Mundi's head!" Obi-Wan had no time to lecture his Padawan on respecting the Jedi Masters. He was much to busy marveling on the size of the creature that was currently attached to his Padawan's leg.

"Stars end…" He said in wonder. It was an extremely large beetle like insect, with huge pincers and a gleaming blue shell. Why, it was almost the shade of—

"Holy Force!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, igniting his lightsaber and quickly taking care of the creature.

"Ah!" Anakin cried indignantly. "Bug guts all over my robe master!"

"Did you notice the size of those pincers?" Obi-Wan asked. "I just saved your life!"

"And I have bug guts all over my—oh, they're seeping into my boots. Ah, maaaaster." Anakin continued on in this vein for quite some time, little knowing that his master was hardly catching any of it.

"My lip is bruised, I'm sure the effects of that leaf are going to kick in at any moment, (so please make sure that my mother gets my lightsaber when I'm gone, master) I've got bug guts all over the front of my robes…" And so the day went on. They continued on in the jungle for two hours more before it started to get dark.

"Master," Anakin called. Obi-Wan was only a dozen yards ahead of him, yet he made no sign that he had heard.

"Master, its getting cold." And still he continued on. Obi-Wan was obviously too caught up in his own thoughts, or the Force, or whatever, Anakin thought to himself.

"Are we there yet?" he yelled annoyingly, his voice echoing for only a moment as the trees cut off the sound. Blast. He had hoped it would really annoying his master. At last Obi-Wan turned around and Anakin studied his expression. His smile looked almost…mischievous. An impossible feat for such an uptight Jedi Knight.

"Look!" Obi-Wan called, pointing to an exotic bird as it flew overhead. It was a very large bird. Its feathers were a dozen different shades of red, blue, green, and purple. And, Anakin noted, it was very beautiful.

"It is very beautiful," he exclaimed lamely, looking back to his master. Or to where his master had stood only a moment ago.

"Master!" Anakin cried, surprised not to see Obi-Wan still there. After a moment of silence Anakin rolled his eyes and laughed.

"All right, very funny," he called to the jungle. "You got me back for my joke early; Good one. Now come on out and we can find this decrepit old man and get out of here." Silence. No reply whatsoever. Anakin jogged over to where his master had stood. Looking around the area, he found that Obi-Wan's footsteps had stopped. His mind suddenly filled with an image of his master being flown off by a giant bird, Anakin started to panic.

"Ah, Sith!" he swore. "First my lip, then the leaf, the bug guts and now I've lost my master. I have the worst luck ever!" After five whole minutes of panicked ranting, Anakin finally decided to reach out to his master through the force. Calling out to Obi-Wan through their still rather weak bond Anakin felt nothing. It felt as if his master's mental shields were up. Well that was no help!

"And it's getting dark…and cold." Anakin shivered. Any sensible Padawan would have stayed where they were, but Anakin was not feeling very sensible. He ran around the area crying his master's name. It was too dark for him to investigate where his master could have gone, and Obi-Wan had had their only glow rod. Anakin had sense enough to know that wandering off into a strange jungle in the middle of the night would not help him—or his master for that matter. He would only get more and more lost. So he admitted defeat and sat down on a nearby fallen tree. He wasn't sure what he should do. Perhaps his master was testing him. He didn't feel that his master was in any immediate danger so at least something was all right. After fifteen minutes of sitting there Anakin began to be extremely bored. He tried tapping his fingers on the tree trunk, but that got boring after a minute or so. He fiddled with the trinkets on his belt for a while. Putting his rebreather into his mouth, he listened to the funny sound it made as he breathed in already clean air. But after he dropped it into the mud and spent five whole minutes looking for it, he decided that it wasn't such a good idea. The sun had almost completely set now and Anakin was made to face reality. He was going to have to spend the night in the jungle…alone.

Hope you like it thus far! Please review! I'll have the next chapter up before too long.