A/N: Here's a chance for all to get a great start to their weekend! New update! Thank you to all who have reviewed and I'm hoping to see more people "returning" readers as well as new ones :)

Shoutouts: Haraneo B.P. Wicked Thanks you!

Kestrel of Valinor Thanks. I've always imagined that Anakin's and Obi-Wan's relationship would be full of conflict more or less, anyways.

Childish Whisper I bet the 'saber form would be hard to choose. It took me awhile to get them all straight.

Jiira: Jar'Kai is something isn't it?

Keira Cade: hey I remember you! Welcome Back! And yes the boys are behaving better now but I'm afraid there will be no end to the bickering /evil smile/


"No."

"Why not, Master?" Anakin asked, trying not to whine.

"Anakin, I said NO. That should be enough" Obi-Wan snapped. His voice resounded in the empty training room giving it more volume and command.

"I thought I was aloud to choose my form of preference?"

"With my guidance" Obi-Wan retorted.

"Well what's wrong with Juyo?"

Obi-Wan repressed a frustrated sigh. "I don't think you could handle it." As soon as he said it he regretted it.

"You think the form's too hard for me?" Anakin challenged.

"No I don't think that" Obi-Wan paused as though looking for the right words. Coming up empty he said "I just feel like it's not right for you."

Anakin looked at him skeptically. "Why can't you just be honest with me?"

"Ok, Ok. Stop with that stupid puppy dog look. The form is aggressive. Its variant Vaapad borders dangerously on the Dark Side."

"So you think I can't control myself?" Anakin asked looking hurt. 'Don't you trust me at all?"

"I trust you, Anakin. I just don't think that this is a good form for you. It is your right to choose but please listen to me. I do know what I'm talking about."

Anakin frowned. It wasn't like Obi-Wan to do something like this. He liked having things his way. And he seemed to have found the pleasures of being the master very addicting, at least it often seemed so to Anakin. "OK I suppose. Then can I think about it some more? I'm still trying to decide between forms V and IV."

Obi-Wan nodded. Though he seemed to tense at the mention of form V but Anakin excused it as a trick of the light. "Ok then let's change and go to dinner."

"Yes, Master."


Anakin took a quick turn away from the lift that would take him up to the Archives. Instead he ducked through a sideways corridor and ran down a staircase to the ground level and then slipped out of the temple entrance. The young padawan pulled the hood of his cloak up and skidded into the city lift and pressed a button so that the lift would bring him down to one of the lower levels. He sighed in relief. Now he wasn't gong to get caught. Master Obi-Wan thought he was going to the archives and since Obi-Wan would be out late at Dex's Diner he would be free to do all the searching and digging around that he needed to do. He didn't like lying Obi-Wan but he wasn't REALLY lying. He said that he "might" go to the archives he didn't say that he would for certain. So technically…

There was a low chime and the lift doors hissed open revealing a shady plaza with several low end store whose windows were covered with dust, and grime gathered in the corners of the window pains. Anakin slipped through several alleyways whose only light was provided by a few scattered, flickering streetlights. Finally he came to the junkyard. The young boy's eyes lip up as he plunged straight into the pile rummaging through the different broken and disposed parts.

Anakin didn't get many chases to get away from the temple like this. Obi-Wan didn't like him coming down here.

"You never know what to expect from those seedy places, Padawan."

Oh yes, Obi-wan wouldn't be happy if he found out. And yet it wasn't like Anakin could do something about it. Building droids was and such was the one hobby that Anakin had and he needed to get his supplies somewhere. Well he did miss pod-racing but Obi-Wan would kill him if he tried t pull of a "stunt" like that. What was it that his master always said?

"Jedi do not seek adventure."

Anakin scoffed to himself. Just the sort of thing Obi-wan would say. Actually…the sort of thing any Jedi knight would say. Talk about boring.

A few rusty parts caught Anakin's attention and he discarded his former thoughts as he scrambled forward to inspect his find.


Obi-Wan gazed around the empty common room of the quarters that he shared with Anakin. 'He's out hunting for droid parts again' Obi-Wan thought shaking his head in exasperation. 'I just wish that he would tell me these things!' Obi-Wan sat down on the couch and picked up a data pad, content to read while he waited for his wayward padawan to calm back home.

An hour later the front door hissed open and Obi-Wan heard quit shuffling in the hallway. 'Thank the Force I was starting to get worried.'

Anakin tightened the grip on his pack as he noticed that the light in the common room was on. 'I'm so dead' he thought miserably. He shuffled into the common room to encounter a stern looking Obi-Wan who stood in the middle of the common room with his arms folded across his chest. Anakin hung his head in shame.


"…And what really frustrates me isn't that you go down there it's that you lie to me about it!"

"But I didn't lie, Master" Anakin piped up miserably.

Obi-Wan looked away trying to compose himself. "Padawan, be honest at least now that you are caught. You had no intention what-so-ever to go to the archives."

Anakin returned to staring at the ground. "But it's the only way that I can get out of here!"

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to retort and closed it again. "Anakin, go to bed."

"Can I know my punishment?" Anakin ventured cautiously.

"You are confined to your quarters for the rest of the week."

Anakin's eyes grew large. His birthday was the day after the next, the last day of the week. That meant he was grounded on his birthday. His THIRTEENTH birthday. And he had heard that that was supposed to be really special. The young padawan thought about protesting but decided against, the look on Obi-Wan's face said way too clearly, "end of discussion and you're getting off easy."

Obi-Wan watched Anakin retreat to his room. 'Sith' he though, suddenly remembering 'I can't ground him for this week. His birthday's this week. And I still don't have a present. What a great master I am. Hah.' Obi-Wan ran a hand over his face in frustration. That was the second argument they had that week. Funny how easily they went from teasing to fighting.

He'd make amends later. Now it was time to go to sleep. Some much needed sleep too.