Disclaimer: Don't own any rights to Star Wars. Nope.

A/N: Eeeeeheeheehee! Maybe now this story will get off of the ground. This takes place...oh...I duno, when Obi-wan is little. How's that sound? ^_^

Lightning fell from the dark sky; outlining a figure at the temple doors.

The figure shifted a bundle from on e shoulder to the other and entered. A blue-skinned Twi'lek smiled and bowed to the figure.

"Greetings sir."

The figure shook off its coat to unveil a handsome man with a girl sleeping in his arms. "Evening, is the council ready for me?"

"They are, sir."

"And the precautions," the gentleman looked to the child and then to the woman, "they have been taken into effect?" The Twi'lek nodded,

"All of the students are asleep in their rooms. The halls are empty."

"Very good."

The Twi'lek extend her hand and led the man through the dark halls to a set of sleek, metal, doors. He brushed past and entered in to a dimly lit room.

Twelve figures sat in a circle. Watching. Waiting. The lights brightened and a short, wizened, creature looked up. "Welcome Q."

"Hello Yodah, Mace, and other esteemed members of the Jedi council. I've brought the girl." Q set the sleeping child down on the floor.

She looked to be around four with long hair that covered her in a black haze. The girl mumbled in her sleep and shivered from the cold air that tripped over the stone tiles. \"Her name," said Q, "is Harley."

Mace tapped a finger against his lips in thought, "How old is she?"

"Right now, she's four years old. At least, I think so." \

"Know you not your own daughter's age?" asked Yodah in surprise.

"No. She's a mortal, just like yourselves." The omni silted his eyes, "JUST like you."

Mace's fingers ceased their tempo. "Are you saying that you are open to dedicating your daughter to the Jedi order?"

"Yes."

A few Jedi muttered their surprise at the man's hasty decision. Most parents of a force-sensitive child tool several days, if not weeks, in their decision. This man hadn't paused for more than 5 minuets. Something was not right.

A young woman with a turquoise jewel shining from her forehead took the floor. "What is Harley like? Is she shy, outgoing, easily excited?"

Q smiled, "she's very...headstrong. A bit quick tempered but once you get to know her she can be a very promising young lady."

"Does she play well with other children?"

He laughed, bold and outright. "Harley!? No, no, my dear lady; Harley has never gotten along with other q-lings her own age."

Mace gave a suspicious look, "she doesn't sound to be a promising Jedi."

"Neither did you" Q snorted.

Yodah stamped his walking stick on the floor to bring order. "Petty arguments fought here are not. Sit down you will master Windu."

The Jedi lowered himself back to his chair. "Take Harley, we will. Return in three years, you shall." Q nodded and knelt to the sleeping mass of raven hair. "Be good," he whispered, "I'm watching you."