DISCLAIMERS: The usual. I don't own any of them except for Jedi Knight Anthony, who will show up later, Padawan Shyanne Walker, and her Master, Master Reneasha. George Lucas own the rest. I'm just borrowing them. I have no money, at all! I'm a poor college student! Please, r and r. This is my first attempt at SW fan fiction, so please, let me know how I'm doing! And any mistakes I make are my own.

This :: means it's thought, and that someone is listening. Heck, it means it's supposed to be in italics, but since I don't know how to do italics.

A little bit of info: Obi-Wan is 20; Shyanne is 18. Reneasha is pronounced Ruh-Nesh-uh.

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"But Master-share our quarters? With two women?" Obi-Wan protested diligently.

Qui-Gon sighed, "Yes, my Padawan. They are renovating the oldest part of the Academy, you know that. The Masters and their Padawan learners need a place to stay."

"But why with us?" Obi-Wan whined.

"Because we are part of the chosen."

"But why?" Obi-Wan persisted.

Qui-Gon glared at him, "That is enough complaining. They are to be staying with us and that is final, do you hear me, Padawan?"

Obi-Wan mentally sighed. "Yes, Master."

"Now, go clean out your room. I want it spotless when they come."

Obi-Wan grudgingly trudged to his room. He couldn't believe his luck, now he had to stay with Master Qui-Gon for the next month. What was even worse, was that they had to share a sleeping cot until Qui-Gon could find the extra that he had "accidentally" lost.

Later In The Afternoon

"Obi-Wan! Come here and help Master Reneasha and Padawan Shyanne to their room," Qui-Gon called out to him.

::My room, you mean,:: thought Obi-Wan possessively.

::Was your room.::, Qui-Gon reminded the young Padawan. ::It's their room until they leave, Padawan,:: Qui-Gon thought in reply.

Obi-Wan groaned; he'd forgotten to shield his thoughts. ::I won't forget next time,:: he vowed to himself.

Shyanne looked around the room, which was considerably smaller than the quarters she had shared with Master Reneasha. And this time, they would be sharing the same room. ::Oh well,:: she thought, ::at least the Padawan and his Master weren't too bad looking.::

Her Master grinned back at her, obviously sharing the sentiments.

Morning After They Moved In

"Get up! Both of you!" Master Reneasha cheerily called into the bedrooms.

"Ugh." Shyanne replied, obviously thinking that five in the morning was entirely too early to be awake, let alone be cheery.

"Ugh." echoed Obi-Wan, sharing her feelings of dread in getting up on the beautifully dark morning on Coruscant.

"Now." Reneasha said in reply to the young Padawans, using THAT tone of voice.

Within minutes (okay, make that 10 minutes), the Padawans were in the common room, ready for breakfast.

They both sat down, ready for the meal to begin, which would begin as soon as…. (Well, as soon as they got their food!)

Obi-Wan regarded Shyanne with careful curiosity. He didn't want to get close to the younger girl. Heck, he didn't even want her here to start out with! If it had been up to him, it would have been a younger guy, not a girl who was barely 15. He sighed, and Shyanne looked at him.

"Why did you just do that?" she asked him.

"Do what? Sigh?" he replied grumpily.

She narrowed her eyes, wondering why he was so grumpy, "Yes. Why did you sigh?"

He narrowed his eyes back at her, "What, I'm not allowed to sigh?"

"No, of course not," she responded calmly, "I was just asking why you sighed, you don't have to be a…a…Sith about it," finished with hurt in her voice.

"Shyanne! Language!" admonished her Master.

"Sorry," she mumbled in return, then glared at Obi-Wan for getting her into trouble.

He sighed and went back to eating.

::I didn't mean to hurt her…She's just got to figure out that I'm not a morning person,:: Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon after his Master reprimanded him with a look that could freeze the sun.

Qui-Gon sighed. ::Padawan, you have much to learn in the ways of being polite.::

Obi-Wan glanced at his trusted Master and then went back to his breakfast.

When they were done eating, the morning meditations started, at least for Shyanne and Reneasha; Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had already meditated, as they had made it a habit to meditate before breakfast faithfully each morning.

Obi-Wan looked at Shyanne in disbelief. "You're going to meditate now?"

She glanced at him, not sure if he was going to jump down her throat. Again. "Yeah," she replied carefully, "You know how when you meditate and you're hungry, how your stomach growls?"

He nodded, trying to act a little bit less grumpy, ::I understand perfectly! That's what it's like every morning.:: he thought to himself.

She grinned at him and continued. "Well, Master Reneasha and I talked about it, and we decided that I would get more out of meditation if I wasn't paying so much attention to my stomach, so we changed it so that I would meditate after I ate."

"Good idea," Obi-Wan told her, then he realized that he'd forgotten to shield his thoughts again. He mentally hit himself for not sheilding his thoughts and swore yet again that he would eventually get it right.

She climbed to her feet to finish her stretches, and then she looked at the clock, "Sith! I'm going to be late for Astrophysics!"

She rushed into the bedroom and rushed out the door in a whirlwind of movement.

Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, "Astrophysics? Aren't the Padawans usually a bit…older when they take that class?"

Reneasha looked at the Padawan, carefully studying the young Learner, "Obi- Wan, how old do you think she is?"

He shrugged, "I was figuring 14, 15."

She laughed, and he assumed a hurt expression on his face, "Am I off by much?"

She finally controlled her laughter enough to get out, "Obi-Wan, she's 18."

"Oh." he replied with a funny look on his face. Qui-Gon chuckled at the expression, and then sent him off to his first class.

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