A/N: Yes! I admit it- I'm a Star Wars fan. Don't shoot! No worries, the other fics will still be updated!

All characters, except my OC Alis Snowden belong to George Lucas, or Disney, or something.

An Early Meeting

Four o'clock in the morning, the clock said, as 'Dancing With Tears In My Eyes' decided it was time to belt out of my radio alarm clock that my Master had scooted daringly close to my ear.

"Ack!" I yelled, jumping up, blonde hair surely wild.

"Late!" My master, Mace Windu yelled in response.

Right. Ten mile run this morning. I remembered that. Of course I did! What kind of padawan would I be if I didn't?

Ok fine, I had no bloody idea.

"On your six, boss!" I yelled out to him, leaping out of bed and across the room to my closet, knocking stuff over in the process.

I dug around, came up with a pair of black leggings and a tank top, threw them on, grabbed my iPod, shoved my feet into whatever they found first, or actually second since first were spike heeled via spigas… long story there… and then raced out to meet my maker… or as the case may be, Master.

"Morning," I said easily. He'd have no idea that I had slept through my meditation time this morning on my watch.

"Glad to see that you're finally up," he replied dryly.

Ok, maybe he would.

"I can sleep meditate," I assured him, grabbing my toast as it flew out of the toaster.

"Better eat that as we head down to the track, Snowden," he warned me.

"No problem," I said, and shoved the whole thing into my mouth.

He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing as I licked my fingers.

"What?" I defended myself, swallowing. "I'm a teenager."

"I suppose. But anyway, we must be going."

"Sounds good," I lied, heading for the door.

"Snowden?" he waylaid me.

I turned. "Yeah?"

"Hair."

Aaaaggghhh…

I sighed, summoned a hair tie to me with the force, and proceeded to pull my excessively thick, yellow hair into a messy bun. I looked hopefully at Windu. He shook his head. I sighed, and tried a ponytail. Also denied.

I gave an almighty sigh, and started braiding it over my shoulder.

"Thank you," he said, sounding annoyed as usual, and headed out.

My hair had been under scrunchy arrest since the summer I turned thirteen. Apparently it was a 'distraction' for the other padawans. Mainly the guys.

That was precisely why my Master was so insistent that I keep it tamed, and why I let it down into it's natural wavy tease every time he looked away.

We left the still sleeping temple- might I take this opportunity to say lucky ducks- and headed to the track.

"Ten miles, right Master?" I double-checked, stretching down to touch my toes.

"Ten miles," he confirmed, looking like he was ready anytime I was.

But I wasn't just yet. I cart wheeled to the right, and then kept going, keeping my balance with the force. I circled around him; actually glad I had a braid right now.

"Snowden…" he sighed as I continued to roll around.

"Ok, I'm ready," I declared, finishing with a roll and then springing to my feet.

"At least we have that," he grouched.

I laughed, shoving my headphones into my ears the second he looked away.

I snatched them back out again impossibly fast- thank you Force- as he turned back around.

"Qui-Gon," he said to the other Jedi approaching us. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Spur of the moment thing," the other Master assured him. He turned to me. "And you must be Alis Snowden. My, my, Mace has told us all about you."

Instead of blushing like any self-respecting apprentice would, I grinned. "He has, has he?" I laughed. "I can only imagine."

Before he had a chance to answer, a young man stepped up next to him.

A very, very handsome young man, I might add.

"Hey," I said to him, "you must be Master Jinn's padawan… Obert, right?" I reached what I hoped was surreptitiously for the end of my braid, but Windu had surreptitious down way better than yours truly and batted my hand back down invisibly.

"Obi-Wan," the man corrected me. "You are?"

I smiled charmingly at him. Problem was… no reaction? What was this?!

"Alis Snowden," I answered, holding my hand out to shake.

"Pleasure's all mine," he said, taking my hand, and instead of shaking it, kissed it.

So much for no reaction!

"OOOOHHHHKAAAAYYY THEN!" Windu interrupted loudly. "Shall we get going, Snowden?"

"Sure Master. Care to join us, Obi-Wan?"

"Actually," Both Masters said instantly. Windu gestured for Qui-Gon to go. "I was just taking my Padawan out to keep an eye on a club downtown, nothing important. But I'm afraid we must get to it."

"Another time then," I invited, and I felt my Master's frustration next to me.

"I hope so," Obi-Wan called over his shoulder as he was hauled off after his Master.