Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OC Analise Joy) belong to them.
"aaaa"-talking out loud."aaaa"-talking through a holo. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. aaaaa-talking through a Bond
AN: I am so glad that everyone liked Lightsabers:) Thank you for all the reviews:)
Here is the next story in the series Ani and Ana's Force Sixteen. I wanted to try to write something that was more fluff and lighthearted than series since after the next story we'll be getting into the Clone Wars era.
I hope you all enjoy Ani and Ana's Force Sixteen:)
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Prologue
It was nice. Odd, but nice to be home in his own quarters. Sitting in his own chair with his former Padawan in a chair across from him. Water was being kept hot on the stove in his small kitchen for tea. There was nothing as nice as tea brewed by your own hand in your own kettle. Shadows and lights danced on the walls as ships and speeders and bikes past outside his windows. The walls of the Temple were thick enough that the noise was muffled only adding to the peace of the Temple.
Qui-Gon Jinn let himself relax. Yes it was good to be home. Good for him, for his former Padawan, and his children. The Council had apparently wanted to make up for lost time after the twins had created their lightsabers. Suddenly the four of them were spending a good chunk of their time bouncing from system to system, planet to planet at the behest of a planetary government, a group, a high ranking noble, the Senate, or even the Chancellor.
Here the Master frowned. It was the missions from the Senate that he and Ana were sent on the most. Missions that required them to be separated from his former Padawan and Ani. The missions weren't always dangerous, but it always seemed liked there was one incident, one accident on every single one that seemed to target Ana. Some of them were pretty bad and sometimes Ana was injured.
Not this time though. No injuries, just a cold. Qui-Gon had put his foot down and told the Council that he wanted a break for himself and the twins which also meant a break for his former Padawan. Yoda had agreed with him and the Council had allowed the four them to remain at the Temple for three standard months. The twins could catch up on their lessons, their Masters on their reports.
Qui-Gon looked over at recent holo of the twins. Sometimes it was so hard to believe that it had been almost three years since Ana had arrived and changed life as they knew it for himself and the Jedi Order.
Three years...Three years! That meant that the twins were, in a matter of days turning...
Sixteen!
Qui-Gon let out a sigh and glanced at his datapad. Sixteen. It couldn't be. Not yet.
Master? The cultured voice of his former Padawan drifted over their Bond as Obi-Wan Kenobi looked up from his own datapad. A look of concern passed over his face. Are you alright?
I am alright my Obi-Wan. Just feeling my age I suppose. He chuckled as the Knight tilted his head in confusion over his statement. Be careful Obi-Wan. You are starting to pick up some of Ana's habits. I was just realizing that the twins are going to be sixteen in just a matter of days.
Sixteen! That can't be right Master. Qui-Gon watched as Obi-Wan began to do mental calculations in his head. Slowly realization came over the young man and he slumped back in his seat. Sixteen...Ani and Moonbeam are going to be sixteen. I can't believe it.
Moonbeam? Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows as Obi-Wan blushed a little and wiggled in his seat. In recent days he had noticed Obi-Wan had started to call Ana Moonbeam. It was interesting because it was not a nickname he had ever thought his reserved, proper Obi-Wan would come up with.
'But,' Qui-Gon mused to himself, 'Ana and Obi-Wan have a unique Bond. One that we aren't even sure what exactly it is.'
It suits her. Obi-Wan sat up straight, plastering what Ani called his negotiator look on his face. Inside his head he was yelling at himself for slipping up. Of course he knew that Qui-Gon had probably heard him call Ana Moonbeam when he was talking to her, but he had never said it to anyone else but her. She's so light and shinning just like a moonbeam. Loving and gentle. Qui-Gon chuckled and held out a hand.
Peace my Obi-Wan. I think it is sweet and wonderful that you have given her a special nickname. He looked up at the chrono on the wall. Speaking of our twins. They should be getting home...There was a surge in the Force as the door to Qui-Gon's quarters slide open, admitting a pair of blonde-haired Padawans.
"You tell him Ana or I will" Anakin Skywalker declared hotly as the twins paused to remove their boots before heading further into the apartment. "Just because the teachers know doesn't mean we can't tell Da."
"I don't want Da to worry anymore than he has to Ani." Analise Skywalker waited for her brother at the edge of the small entryway having already slipped off her boots. "With the scoldings and punishments that they have recieved I am sure they will be nicer in the future."
Anakin sighed. "Sometimes Ana you are too nice. Not everyone will change simply because they've been punished."
"How was your day?" Anakin shot Analise a look and she dropped her head. The Skywalker twins were closer than twins Qui-Gon had seen before despite their personalities being almost polar opposites. Anakin was a hothead, reckless and impulsive. Analise was quieter, more timid and always seeing the best in everyone. They were always there for each other. Anakin was ready to jump in at the slightest hint that someone was being mean to his Ana while Analise did her best to keep Ani out of trouble.
Anakin huffed. "Some of the older Padawans in our Galactic History were teasing Ana." He stomped over to the end of the couch closest to Obi-Wan and collapsed onto it. He was growing fast, nearly as tall as his Master now, all legs and arms. He stretched out on the couch, dropping his datapad and the holobooks for his classes on the floor. Obi-Wan gave him a stern look, which the rebellious teenager ignored of course. "They were calling her weak and stuff 'cause Da asked for some time off."
"I told them that it wasn't just for me. It was for Ani and Be...Master Obi-Wan too." Analise gently nudged Anakin's feet off the couch so she could sit down. Qui-Gon's eyebrows raised again. Appreantly Analise had a nickname for Obi-Wan too. A secret nickname. "Come on Ani, let's do our homework. I'll help you with the paper for Political Science if you'll help me with the worksheet on History of Galactic Warfare."
"Deal!"
"All Masters and Knights have the right to request a break from missions. Sometimes the Council hands out a break if they feel a Master or Knight has been out in the field for too long." Obi-Wan told the twins as Qui-Gon stood and went to the kitchen to get snacks for the twins to munch on. While all four of them enjoyed being out in the field, doing missions; it was always nice to be home at the Temple. It allowed them a chance to act like a normal family.
He returned with a tray with small, healthy snacks and drinks for the twins along with refills of tea for himself and Obi-Wan. "Obi-Wan is right. And Ana..." The girl looked up at her adopted father. "The job of a father, any parent is to worry about their youngling." He wrapped a gentle arm around her in a tight hug. Qui-Gon pushed a wave of affection and love across their Bond. A smile blossomed across Analise's face and she happily sent a wave of love back to Qui-Gon.
The four sat quietly, the silence broken only by whispered questions and sometimes a louder debate as the Padawans bent over their homework. A sharp look from either of their Masters was enough to quiet them before the debates became shouting matches. Yes Anakin and Analise were close, but they were also siblings and siblings will fight.
Qui-Gon smiled as he at least finished his last report for the Council. He saved a copy of it for his personal records then sent it off to Mace. The twins were still bent over their homework, matching frowns on their faces. "So sixteen." The response was intimidate. A pair of heads jerked up at the same time and snaped to look at him, Padawan braids swinging with the sudden movements. "Don't tell me you two forgot your birthday is coming up?"
"No.."
"We haven't."
"And surely you haven't forgotten that you're turning sixteen?" Obi-Wan joined in teasing the teens, forgetting that he himself hadn't realized at first that they were turning sixteen.
"But sixteen isn't that big deal? I mean Jedi don't celebrate birthdays."
"Sixteen is a big deal though..." The men and boy looked at the girl. She blushed. "On Earth some people made a big deal out of turning sixteen because it meant you could get a driver's license and stuff." Analise propped her chin in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. "Sometimes people would throw this big parties called Sweet Sixteen. They could be huge, over-the-top with wild themes. The bigger ones have performers and insane gifts like brand new luxury cars. They use to be a TV show about them..." Analise's sentence trailed off as she yawn.
Qui-Gon reached over and rested a hand against her forehead. "No fever" He sighed in relife. He took her datapad away. "I want you to go rest Ana." He held up a hand when she opened her mouth to protest. "No arguments. We're going out to Dex's for late-meal tonight and you're still getting over your cold. Rest."
"I'm not a youngling..." The protest was halfhearted as she rose.
"Maybe, but you're still young. Now go. I'll come get you in a few clicks."
"Yes Da." Analise gave a little wave then drifted off to her room. Anakin watched her, a frown on his face. When her bedroom door slide shut, a look of absolute determination came over the teen's face and he stood.
"I want to throw Ana a birthday party."
"What?" Obi-Wan looked at his Padawan in shocked.
"Look, Ana's been down lately and I know she's starting to doubt her place in the Temple again. If I can throw her a birthday party and invite all her friends I can show her how much she means to everyone. Plus..." He waved his hands in the air. "She must want at least a small one."
"She did talk about the Earth tradition with a certain amount of desire." Qui-Gon stroked his beard. "Ana would never ask for one herself. I think it's a fine gift Ani. A Sweet Sixteen..."
"Not a Sweet Sixteen." Anakin grined. "We're Jedi. It will be a Force Sixteen."