Skywalker Psychoanalysis
Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet
When: Listening to All Time Low
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. At all. Not even a tiny bit.
Info: Okay this is part of a series of short or long stories. Please read them in this order, My Heart, Attack of the Padawans, The Masters Strike Back, The Pranking Menace, Nightmare Tribulation, Escapade Via Skywalker, Farewell My Friend, Reclaiming Family, Teenage Terror, Skywalker Psychoanalysis, and Love and Destrustion.
A/N This part two, and I'm dreadfully sorry for any waiting you had to do. School just started back, and I had some other..uh..things going on, but hopefully I will finish this three-shot in a couple days, and I can begin the next fic in this series.
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Part II- A Bad Feeling
Anakin was, if possible, in an even worse mood than he had been when he'd entered the therapy center.
How in the name of the kreffing Force had Obi-Wan written that article without consulting him first?
Anakin's poor mood seemed to drop lower when he walked into Dr. Barzzen's office to see the dome-headed doctor smiling cheerfully.
Barzzen cleared his throat," Now, Master Skywalker, I'm going to ask you some questions. They are harmless, and no one but myself will ever hear your answers."
Anakin nodded.
" Why is your relationship with your son so strained?"
Anakin glared," Isn't it your job to answer that question?"
Barzzen coughed," Yes. Sorry...next question...Do you plan on seperating from your wife any time soon? If so, does she find binary brains attractive?"
A vein began to pulse in Anakin's head," If you touch my wife, I will kill you."
"R-right," Barzzen stuttered.
"Do you believe Luke is a talented young Jedi?"
Anakin scoffed," Luke's not a Jedi yet. He's only a padawan, and yes I do. Luke is very talented, but he is too confident."
Barzzen nodded," So obviously, Luke has a case of the Skywalker Syndrome."
Anakin was fuming," There is no such thing as the Skywalker Syndrome!"
Barzzen chuckled," I assure you, Master Skywalker, that there is a such thing as the SS. It has been in every psychology book I've studied."
"You do realize that I'm a Skywalker, don't you?"
Barzzen looked him over," Of course. You also have the Skywalker Syndrome."
Anakin couldn't take it any longer, he withdrew his lightsaber, and ignited it.
Barzzen's eyes grew wide," Perhaps you are right, Master Skywalker...th-there is no such thing as SS."
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There must be a lot of mentally unstable people in Coruscant, Luke thought. The therapy center had been growing more and more crowded since they had gotten there.
Infact, there was a lot of people he knew here...Luke was especially surprised when he saw Leia's "friend" Han Solo enter.
Actually, he wasn't surprised at all.
"Hey Han!" Luke waved at the smuggler.
Han muttered something in annoyance, but then sauntered over.
"What are you doing here, Solo?" Luke asked.
" Well if you think I'm a nutcase, and came here for therapy, you're wrong. I don't believe in all this psychology nonsence."
Luke rolled his eyes," Sure, Han. Why are you here then?"
"Your sister made me come check on you. Apparently she dosen't think you and your father shoud be trusted. I think I actually agree with her, for once."
"Shut up, Han."
Han waved his hands in mock surrender. " Sure thing, kid."
Suddenly, a familiar hemet caught Luke's sight.
It was Boba Fett! He was enterting a therapy room!
"Look, it's Boba Fett!" Luke cried, pointing at the retreating form.
Han whirled around," Boba Fett? Where?"
"He just went in that room!"
Han pulled out a holo-recorder.
"What are you doing?" Luke demanded. He'd expected Han to take out a blaster...not a camera.
"I can make tons of credits if I give the tabloids pictures of Boba Fett having therapy sessions!"
Luke rolled his eyes," C'mon, Han. We've got to arrest him."
Han paused," Shouldn't we get your father?"
Luke snorted," No. We can handle this!"
"I have a bad feeling about this."
A/N Okay, this was slightly short, but please review and tell me what you think.