Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by George Lucas. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note: These drabbles were written for a challenge on another site. They will be posted in groups of five (each drabble with it's own theme), adding up to one-hundred total drabbles in the end. The theme of the drabble is the title, which is bolded. I had a lot of fun with these. Hopefully next week's themes will be just as entertaining!

Every week I will focus on one character and one personality trait of that character. This week it was Anakin and the childish, trouble-making side of him. Enjoy!

- Week One -

Doctor

"That girl keeps looking at you, Master. I think she likes you."

"Nonsense."

Anakin raised an eyebrow, lips curving upward in his signature Skywalker grin. "Oh, c'mon. You've gotta like someone."

"Unlike you, Anakin, I try to avoid distractions."

Whatever point he was trying to prove, it wasn't working.

"What about her?"

Obi-Wan cast a quick glance at the woman Anakin was pointing at, eyes widening when he realized who that woman was.

The infamously beautiful Siri Tachi.

Color stained his cheeks.

"What can I say?" Anakin's smile widened. "I'm a love doctor."

Companion

"Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella, you can stand under my umbrella! Take it away, Artoo!"

"Breet! Breet-eet-eet-eet-eet!"

"When the sun shines we'll shine together, told you I'd be here forever, said I'll always be your friend, took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end!"

"Breet! Breet! Eet-eet-eet-eet-eet!"

Anakin smiled contentedly, leaning back in the seat of his starfighter. "Good job, Buddy. I needed that."

Sometimes singing karaoke with a droid was all it took to ease Anakin's boredom.

Time

It was easy for Anakin to lose track of time. His mind was always racing, never focused on a single task. That made cooking exceptionally difficult. He realized that he had burnt dinner only when the smell attracted his attention, and when he ran to save the casserole, it was already too late.

Obi-Wan would be here any minute... and he would be furious. His Padawan had ruined dinner again.

The front door opened. Anakin's stomach twisted in a knot, gut clenching, preparing himself for the worst. But instead of reprimanding his Padawan, Obi-Wan smiled.

"Mmm. Smells like home."

Space

"Scoot over."

"I can't! There's not enough room."

That was the thing about rescue missions. They always seemed to test the two by placing them in tight situations.

"Ouch! Anakin, your foot!"

"Sorry."

Anakin hated rescue missions.

"How long is this ventilation shaft, anyway?"

"How would I know? Keep moving."

He was also claustrophobic, and that didn't help.

"I think I'm about to throw up."

"We're almost there. You can wait."

"Well, that's the thing. I don't think I can."

"Anakin..."

Silence.

"You might want to watch your step."

Dimensions

Waking up after a night of partying was like waking up in another dimension. He couldn't feel anything besides the pounding in his head.

"Rise and shine."

He let out an agonized scream. If his headache didn't kill him, the sunshine would.

"Shut the blinds! Shut the blinds!"

"Get dressed! We have a big day ahead of us!"

Someone was shaking him.

"No! Get off me!"

"I'll go get the ice cold water, then."

"I confess! I'll never party again! I swear!"

Obi-Wan crossed his arms, beaming with satisfaction.

"That's good to hear."