Title: prelude to a party
Author: Hyyp Chick
Pairing: O/A
Rating: PG for now
Disclaimer: Lucas owns SW I just borrow on occasion for pleasure with no monetary gain

I have had permission to borrow the delightful concept of Knights Out again from the truly talented Temple Mistress. I haven't really worked out the whole back story to this but suffice to say Anakin never turned and Luke and Leia have grown up on Coruscant; Leia with her mother and Luke at the Temple.

If anyone can think of a decent title for this it would be much appriciated.

"Anakin calm down, I said she could go" Padme asserted trying to placate the irate Jedi.

Anakin was pacing about her extravagant Coruscanti apartment, frightening her dog and threepio. Padme stood behind one of her plush couches; conservatively dressed with her hair in a bun, she reminded Anakin of her mother.

"She's seventeen! Seventeen for Sith's sake! She's no more than a baby!" Anakin vented furiously.

"She's been working really hard with her studies Anakin, she deserves a night off. You'd know that if you ever came round to see her" She bit testily.

"She's not even a Jedi!" He snapped.

"She's with her brother" Padme retorted haughtily.

"I seem to remember you being in attendance at seventeen, and without my permission I might add" Obi-wan piped up from his lounging position just inside the door "And she's got a lot more about her than you ever had at her age"

Padme scowled at the audacity of the Jedi Master to pass judgement on her daughter in her own house! However good. Anakin gave him the 'don't you understand this is my little girl we are talking about' look, to which Obi-wan simply held up his hands in surrender.

"Do you have any idea what goes on at these parties?" Anakin spat rounding on Padme and accidentally standing on the dog, sending it yelping for cover in the bedroom.

"It's a Jedi do how bad can it be?" Padme dismissed flippantly.

Obi-wan couldn't stifle his amusement and Anakin looked at her as though she had just grown a wookie on the side of her head.

"Padme just because an advertisement says something is good for you it doesn't necessarily mean it is. The Jedi have a public reputation to uphold but that doesn't mean it's the same behind closed doors"

Anakin motioned towards Obi-wan as if to consolidate his point by virtue of their relationship. Padme suddenly looked concerned but swallowed hard and stuck to her guns.

"Well she's not a Jedi, she is sensible; she's got her head right. She just wanted to let her hair down and enjoy herself; you let Luke go!" She turned on Obi-wan in an attempt to share her blame.

"He's my Padawan I can't stop him going to Knights Out; it's tradition" Obi-wan argued in a tone that suggested his superiority as far as her son's welfare was concerned.

"Anyway he's a boy" Anakin shrugged.

Padme's exasperated glare and imminent lecture on the equality of the sexes escaped him as he strode meaningfully towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Obi-wan queried as if he didn't already know.

"To Knight Out" Anakin replied blazing from the apartment; Obi-wan resigned to trail in his wake.