Disclaimer: Note…I DO NOT own anything of Star Wars…nope. I love the X-Wing series, and continue to write fics about the pilots and their activities. I hope you hate disclaimers as much as I do =).

The pilots as little kids at a birthday party. I know they wouldn't have known each other by then, but…we can always wish can't we? It makes for a great humor fic nonetheless…I hope you enjoy!!!

At the home of Wes Janson on Taanab, everything was normal…which was of course chaos for the Janson household. Janson's mother was running around trying to get all the food ready for the guests. Janson's father was trying to get Wes to stop wailing. Wes was upset that they hadn't arranged for a clown for his 6th birthday party.

"WAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" he cried at the top of his lungs, "I WANTED A CLOOOWWWWNNNN!!!" Janson's father tried hard to calm his son down, tugging at his shirt making it straight.

"Oh Wes, come on. What if the guests come in and they see you like this? What will they think? They'll think they have a crying barbarian for their friend," his father said, "and they'll want to go home and run away." Wes stopped wailing for a moment and stuck out his lip. That wasn't like Janson. The usually optimistic boy always had a smile on his face.

"No they won't, they're attracted by my charm and looks," he replied. His father choked out what sounded like a cough. Most of his guests were guys…with the exception of Mirax and Iella. That couldn't be a good thing. He coughed again trying to get the idea out of his head that his son was attracted to other guys. That wasn't possible. (If he was alive about 20 years after this, he would realize that it is indeed not true. He would find out that his son had many ideas about the opposite sex.)

"What's s'matter daddy? Do you have something in your throat?" Wes asked innocently.

"No, no…nothing. Go outside and wait in the living room for your guests alright?" his dad shoved him outside toward the stairs. Wes trodded down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a giant 'thump'.  He plodded over to the couch and threw himself on it. He started bouncing on a cushion when his mother came out holding a soufflé.

"Wes, stop jumping on the couch like that," she said.

"But it's fun mommy!"

"I know, but you can't do that…you don't look dignified," she replied.

"You can never look dignified when you're having fun," Janson muttered (a Janson quote from the books!)

"Maybe so, but at least try to act dignified for your birthday party. These are all your friends coming remember? This is a time to see them again…its been tough gathering them all in one place like this," his mother sighed. An alarm went off in the kitchen. "Oh! My cookies!" she exclaimed. She flew back into the kitchen to check the oven. Janson, hearing the magical word 'cookies' followed his mom toward the kitchen. His mom turned around before getting to the door. "Oh no you don't Wes, go back to the living room."

"Awwww….mom…" he complained.

"You'll get these soon enough. I forget how much a six-year old stomach wants every day. I'm putting you in charge of greeting the guests. GO!" she ordered. Janson reluctantly hauled his body back to the living room. He almost reached the couch when the doorbell rang.

"I'LL GET IT!!!" he shouted. He made a mad rush for the door. His father, coming down the stairs laughed to himself. There was something about little kids that always made them run everywhere…and they would only run, never walk. He rushed to the door so that no one else would have a chance to open it. He didn't know who would, it was only himself, and his wife, and Janson in the house at the moment. Janson reached up and turned the doorknob. The door swung open and Derek "Hobbie" Klivian stood in the doorway bearing a present and his parents stood by him. "HOBBIE!!!" Janson exclaimed.

"Hello Wes, happy birthday," Hobbie answered. He handed him the wrapped gift.

"Thanks Hobbie!!!" Janson exclaimed. He ran over and placed the gift on the table. Hobbie's parents said good-bye to him and left him at the door. He came in and closed it behind him.

"So…this is an interesting place you got here Wes," Hobbie said.

"Yeah! Do you like it? Come on, we gotta plan something 'fore Wedge gets here. I'm thinking a practical joke is good," Janson said.

"Pull a prank on Wedge? Heh…I don't know. He tends to hold these grudges…"

"Aw come on, he's already holding like 100 of them on me already, what's one more?" Janson asked. He had a dubious look on his face. Hobbie shrugged and followed Janson toward a closet. He opened it and pulled out a long black cape and a fake lightsaber. "I'm thinking I jump out at him with these when he comes. He's never been to fond of lightsabers!" Janson said with triumph. Hobbie snorted.

"Sure, I'll just tell you when he gets here. I'll signal you in," Hobbie said. He tried hard to keep a straight face.

"Alright," Janson replied. They camped out by the door for the next few minutes. The moments were tense. The next doorbell almost made them hit the ceiling. Hobbie opened the door while Janson waited behind the couch. He heard a familiar voice.

"Hello Hobbie! Where's Janson, I thought this was his birthday…" a boy with brown hair asked. He looked curiously around the room.

"EWOK FOOD!!!" Hobbie shouted. That was the signal they had made up over the few tense moments of waiting. Leave it to first-graders to figure out the weirdest signals. (If you read the X-Wing Series, they become much better with making up signals and codes…much better…) Hearing Hobbie's signal, Janson leaped out behind the couch screaming like a banshee, waving the fake lightsaber around. Wedge shrieked and dived behind the couch reaching for a fake blaster, realizing he didn't have one. He turned to face is attacker who was rolling on the floor laughing his head off. Hobbie was slumped against the wall trying to control his laughter (if only they knew Wedge was going to be their commander later…). Wedge stood up and dusted himself off, trying to look as dignified as possible. From behind the door, Hobbie let out a sigh that showed he was trying to stop laughing.

"Wes Janson…I should've figured it would've been you. Have you and Hobbie been plotting against me?" Wedge asked. Janson, unable to stop giggling nodded vigorously. Janson's father shook his head in the background.

"I'm sorry about that Wedge…my son is feeling a little strange today."

"How can you tell the difference sir?" Wedge asked.

"You are good Wedge, real good. Come on, you can put your present here. We're waiting on several more guests." Wedge placed his present next to Hobbie's on the table and turned around to see Hobbie standing up. Just then the door flung open and Hobbie was smashed behind it.

"Ugh…" Hobbie groaned. Gavin and Tycho stepped into the house. They placed their presents on the table and they heard a sound from behind the door. Wedge cringed knowing that Hobbie was behind that door. Janson was staring wide-eyed.

"What? What'd we do?" Gavin asked.

"Someone get me the name of that Headhunter Z-95…" came a voice. Tycho turned around.

"That sounded like it came from behind the door…" he said.

"That sounded like Hobbie…" Gavin added.

"Oh please tell me Hobbie wasn't behind that door…" Tycho said. Janson gave him a blank stare.

"I wish I could tell you differently Tych," Janson replied.

"Oh for crying out…of all the places to be…" Tycho gave an exasperated sigh. He went over to the door and shut it, revealing a rather dazed Hobbie Klivian.

"Oh Hobbie…" Gavin said.

"Sorry 'bout that Hobz…" Tycho said. He peeled Hobbie off the wall.

"Owwww…" Hobbie groaned. "Ah, Tycho…Gavin…when did you guys get here?"

"Just now," Gavin replied. "We didn't mean to nail you with the door," he added.

"Right, so we're just waiting for Garrik (Face…but he didn't have the scar back then), Iella, Mirax, and Winter then?" Janson's father asked. Janson nodded.

"Yup! I heard they were all coming in one car from a planetary division party…" Janson added. He heard a honking outside the door. "That's gotta be them."