"Skywalker…."
It was the first thing he heard upon his arrival. Of course, the problem was that he didn't know exactly where it was that he'd arrived at. The enormous room had large couches and there was a fire burning away in the fireplace. Above the fireplace was an ornate mirror, which was currently reflecting his shocked image and the surrounding area. The nearby walls were coated with books, (the sight unfamiliar to him as he used holo-pads to store information. A wide wooden desk (he honestly had no idea what type of wood it could be; he'd grown up in the middle of a desert and then a city-planet, so draw your own conclusions from that), was placed in front of a tall, floor to near-ceiling window frame, and it's window was open wide, as though it was a do….Maybe it was a door, instead of a window?.
The window/door overlooked a very spacious, beautiful garden. The patio was perfectly placed, with benches around a wooden table covered by a white, blue and purple umbrella. Trees surrounded the edge of the garden, he assumed to place a barrier between this garden and the next. Flowers of all colours covered every inch of soil that did not have grass growing on it. A large, winding path ran through the centre of the garden, branching off at points but always returning to the main one.
He blinked once, twice, and then rose up off the thick white rug he'd woken up lying on.
'He' being Anakin Skywalker, the sixteen-year-old Padawan to the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Anakin quickly searched the room, but only after ensuring he was armed; his lightsabre was attached to his belt, which was a good thing, considering they'd called his name earlier. Crawling to the edge of the frame, he peered around the edge to look not just out the window/door, but down as well, and was given a view of the trio of girls lying on the sunbeds that were placed on the porch.
Each had differently coloured hair; blonde, brunette and red, but all were wearing very revealing clothing and were turning brown from the sun's rays.
"That's all the pair of you talk about. Whether it's Luke or Anakin, it's always a SKYWALKER!" The blonde screamed at her friends as she raised her body from the sunbed.
The garden was silent. The birds, which previously had been chirping quite merrily, were no quiet. Even the wind, which had been softly blowing through the trees, making the branches sway gently, ceased.
And Anakin Skywalker, the sixteen-year-old Padawan to Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, had passed out from a combination of shock and embarrassment, because when the blonde had raised her body from the sunbed, she hadn't had the top half of her bikini closed, and so had given him an ample view of her, rather large, chest.
Edited 09/12/14 – Author's Note: Was just doing some research on how many times some of my stories have been read, and discovered people are actually reading this. After not having looked at it myself since not long after I posted it, I went into it and discovered…..
My style of writing has certainly changed a fair bit in, (and I can't believe this part), nine years. This is an updated version, just to clean it up slightly, but I'm also currently marking it as complete, since I probably won't get inspired to write any StarWars fanfic's until I see how Episode 7 turns out.
This fic is also set Pre Ep2, post Ep1, and is an AU….obviously.
