Anakin stayed crouched under the desk.

When he was sure it was safe, he pulled himself up using the desk and gave the little Togruta a menacing glare, "Hallway," he snapped, and the girl turned and fled.

"Are you alright sir?" So-ee, the young Twi-lek had hurried forward when it was obvious the still smoking contraption was not going to blow again. She had moved faster than any of her other classmates who were still crawling out from under their desks, and a few nearer to the front, were still splayed comically on the floor.

"I." Anakin snarled, "Will. Be. Right. Back. If any of you tries anything I will personally make sure you regret it. Am. I understood?" It was less of a question, and more of a threat, but it did the trick and the students stayed very still as he swept from the room. Ahsoka was standing in the hallway, just outside the door, and looking as if she'd rather face whatever creature the teeth on her head came from than talk to him.

Ahsoka just knew her new teacher would kill her, she had almost killed him after all. But really, it wasn't it fault the stupid droid exploded, it was-
The door flew open and Skywalker entered the hall way, "What was that all about?" He snapped, she tried to speak, but he cut her off, "I don't want to hear your excuses, but it had better not happen again."
"Yes sir," she muttered.
"I'm sending a note to your Clan leader to let them know what happened, who do I need to write?"
"Master Plo." She whispered, feeling about two feet tall.
"Good," he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, "Now get back in there and clean up your mess, Am I understood."
"Yes sir," she responded, he turned on his heel and swept into the room, "But I'm not. And I'm gonna be dead."

Ahsoka worked quickly to clean up the explosion, but even so she was still working when the others left for dinner, her new teacher left as well, much to Ahsoka's surprise. He had sat down and written something, probably the letter to Master Plo, the got up and walked, or maybe paced, the room. Ahsoka didn't blame him. If someone had blown something up in her face she would want to be as far from them as possible. She would know it had happened. Now he was gone, and Ahsoka was all on her own. Left to ponder what had happened, she knew she would be in trouble tonight, and not with Master Plo.

Anakin wrote Plo just like he told Ahsoka he would, then left, figuring if she couldn't be trusted to clean up a simple explosion on here own then she wouldn't have made it this long in the temple. Obi-wan was waiting when he arrived back at his quarters, the man held up his wrist, as if checking his watch even though it was common knowledge he didn't wear one.
"I was expecting you to be late getting there," Obi-wan had that annoying little smirk of his, "Not leaving."
"I had to write a letter," Anakin shoved past his friend and opened the door to his room, he was going to stay in here and sleep for several long hours, he deserved it.

"Why?" Obi-wan's eyes widened.

"Some brat of a kid decided it would be a good idea to blow her project up in my face." Anakin slumped onto the couch in his room.

"Good day then?"

"You are kidding right? I could have died! I could have lost my other arm! She could have killed the other students!"

"But you didn't," Obi-wan shoved Anakin out of his way and sat down next to him.

Anakin gave his friend a bitter look, "Then in that case it was a wonderful day, one of the best in my life." He scowled, "So leave so I can try and get some sleep for my next wonderful day."

Obi-wan chuckled as he left, "Sleep well Anakin."

"Mmm, you too." Anakin was asleep by the time Obi-wan closed the door with a smile.

Anakin woke up the next morning stiff and sore, even though he knew it was from sleeping on the couch he was still content to blame Ahoska's explosion. He felt better when he got to class and saw that the clumsy thing wasn't there, but his mood darkened when she stepped through the door, seconds short of being late. She came in, and swung around backwards to shut the door, facing away from him. He walked up behind her, and she turned around, emitting a soft squeak of surprise at the sight of him.

"Cutting it rather close aren't we?" He asked. She seemed lost for words, opening and closing her mouth pointlessly, much like a fish. The class giggled.

"Sorry sir," she managed after a moment, then turned and fled to the back of the room. The students were all still looking expectantly at him.

"Well what are you waiting for? Get to work." Anakin sat down at his desk and frowned, he had had the distinct impression Ahsoka had wanted to say something. Oh well, it's her problem.

Class passed uneventfully, a few students came to Anakin for help, reinforcing his idea that they had only come to see him yesterday because of the novelty of the new. Ahsoka never approached him, she sat quietly at her desk, attempting to start over from scratch, scowling at her misfortune. Anakin might have even felt sorry for her, if not for the fact she had tried to hurt him with the stupid explosion. At that though he heard his former master's voice in his head, as opposed to what Anakin? A smart explosion? Anakin told Obi-wan's voice to shut up.

Class finally ended and the children filed out, talking amongst themselves, much to Anakin's surprise, and slight annoyance, Ahsoka hung back.

"Sir?" He had been planning on ignoring her, not trusting his temper to hold, but if she insisted then it was on her head.

"Yes Ahsoka" he didn't bother to keep the iratation out of his voice.

"I wanted to say sorry." Anakin had a feeling this was a well rehearsed script.

"Why? Was it an accident?" He doubted it, but didn't want to admit he hadn't considered the possibility before now.

"No sir, I just thought you'd want to know-"

He cut her off, "If it wasn't an accident, then I'm not interested in hearing your excuses." He added in a clipped tone, "Have a good evening." And left, leaving a sad looking child in his wake. Anakin didn't care, didn't look back. He didn't notice her wipe a single tear from her cheek as she watched him leave.