These vignettes go along with my story 'Hauntings From The Past' and it's future sequels. I hope you enjoy!

Takes place between chapters Five and Six of 'Hauntings From The Past'

Never miss an opportunity to make others happy, even if you have to leave them alone in order to do it. ~Author UnknownTa

Jane Mago, Jedi Padawan as of 48 hours ago, had decided that Obi-Wan Kenobi, her fellow apprentice, was a grump. In the two days she had known the seventeen year old, he had barely spoken to her and seemed to be absorbed in a datapad, reading Force-knows-what.

When she asked Qui-Gon about Obi-Wan and why he was grumpy, her Master simply shrugged and said that Obi-Wan is a teenager. Apparently, they get grumpy for no reason. So Jane took it upon herself to fix that.

So that was why she had climbed over the back of the couch so that her head was beside Obi-Wan's, who was pointedly ignoring her.

"Obi-Wan," Jane said, dragging out the last syllable in his name.

"What, Jane?" Obi-Wan said, not turning to her.

"What'cha doin'?" Jane asked, resting her hands on Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"Reading. Now will you please get off me?" Obi-Wan asked.

Jane stuck out her lower lip, but did as she was asked.

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief. The little pest was gone. Now he could focus on this text…

But Jane wasn't gone for long.

Obi-Wan frowned as he felt the couch shift beneath him, and he scowled as he saw the little brunette girl in his peripheral vision.

"What is it now, Jane?" Obi-Wan asked.

"What'cha readin'?" Jane asked, looking up at him, her hazel eyes unnaturally large.

"A text on the Sith War," Obi-Wan said. He told her the title and her eyes—if possible—got wider.

"Oh, I read that last week! Rather good light reading, isn't it?" Jane asked. Obi-Wan looked at her in dismay. The text was 3000 pages long, not including the timelines, sources, pictures, index and table of contents.

"Yes, yes it is," Obi-Wan said sarcastically. "Now, if you'll please?"

Jane nodded and jumped off the couch.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and let himself relax before returning to his reading. The chapter was almost finished… then he felt weight on his thighs. And it was the right amount of pressure for it to be a small three year old girl.

"Jane," Obi-Wan said, glaring at Jane, who sat on his lap smiling brightly at him. "I will not ask you again. Please. Leave. Me. Alone."

Jane sniffed, her smile finally falling. She crawled off Obi-Wan and left the living room, leaving Obi-Wan feeling guilty at the look on her sad face.

"Obi-Wan won't let me cheer him up," Jane whined to Qui-Gon from where he sat at the kitchen table.

"Jane, my flower," Qui-Gon said with a sigh. "You should never miss an opportunity to make someone happy. Even if you have to leave them alone in order to do it."

Jane nodded and wandered back into the living room. She sat on the floor and turned on the holovision and flipped through the channels. She occasionally stopped on something that looked interesting, but it didn't hold her attention for very long. Finally, she landed on a channel and her eyes widened as the opening credits for a show titled 'GCIS' came onto the screen.

"GCIS?" Jane whispered to herself, trying to decipher the acronym.

"Galactic Criminal Investigative Services."

Jane turned to see Obi-Wan looking down at her.

"It's a crime-solving show, all fiction, but based off a real agency based here on Coruscant," Obi-Wan said. "It's rather good."

"Wanna watch with me?" Jane asked.

"Sure," Obi-Wan said. Jane crawled up onto the couch beside Obi-Wan and snuggled up next to him, to the boy's discomfort.

As they watched the show, Obi-Wan felt his gaze go to the little girl beside him. It was irony, he believed, that she was so engrossed in the mystery when she herself was a mystery. Her past, her parentage, it was all a secret that she kept from everyone.

I hope to solve her one day, Obi-Wan said. But for now, I'll just be happy knowing who killed the Rodian businessman…