A/N: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! First of all to answer a question there will be some A/P soon enough. As wel as a hint or so at Siriwan (the latter will be a bit slower in coming). As to the other thing...sorry I'm a bit late then promised with the update. The next chapter might take a couple weeks Thanks for reading and comments are loved!
"Anakin, I know you would like to put a hundred modifications on that project but I really don't need that much junk. I don't have all night man!"
Anakin didn't even look up from the mass of wires in his hand as he muttered, "You asked me to help, Jason. So I'm helping." Anakin played around with the wires a little more before closing the plastic framework and handing the mini-robot to the jittery boy looking over his shoulder.
"Thank," Jason said slowly looking from the robot to Anakin. "So you have something exciting for tomorrow's presentation?"
"You know I always have something special," Anakin grinned, swinging his backpack over one shoulder. "I love this class. Engineering and Programming is probably the only class I really honestly like. I mean chem's bearable and math's pretty good, at least my teacher this year isn't retarded and knows what he's talking about, but nether of them are like this."
Jason offered a friendly smile in return. "You don't talk much, Skywalker. Not in school…but you seem like an ok guy."
Anakin shrugged. "I try to be an ok guy."
"You still don't get around much."
"Social life is overrated."
"There he is."
"Dooku won't like this."
"I don't give a damn. That guy's on my nerves like hell."
"Ok when he comes around the corner...grab him."
"I so wish Assaj or GG were here. They would love this!"
The three gangsters waited with anticipation as Obi-Wan Kenobi approached their ambush spot.
Obi-Wan, dangerously unsuspecting, rounded the corner of one of the schools many look-alike buildings and found himself face to face with three members of The Gang.
"Maul, Xanatos, Bruck," Obi-Wan said as evenly as he could, "what are you doing here after school hours?"
"Shut up, Rich Boy," Maul growled, nodding to Xan and Bruck to grab Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan struggled to fight them off but in a three against one fight he didn't a chance. Xanatos and Bruck shoved Obi-Wan against the lockers, forcing a muffled "umph" out of him as he felt a brilliant surge of pain in his nose before a sticky wetness stated trickling down over his lips – blood.
"How do you like yourself now, Prissy-Wan?" Maul hissed.
"What do you want?"
"Search him."
Bruck and Xanatos flipped Obi-Wan around and as Bruck held the baffled teen down Xanatos started the search for Obi-Wan's wallet.
"Hey look! I found twenty bucks!" Xanatos gloated.
Footsteps wiped the gleeful smiles off of the faces of the three boys. "Put him away," Maul commanded.
There was a distinct slamming of locker doors and Obi-Wan soon found himself being pushed back. His head hit the back wall of one of the lockers. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the stars that danced in front of his eyes. Obi-Wan slowly became aware of the fact that he was sitting on something squishy that was most likely a long-forgotten moldy peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, He tried to get up and out but Maul sent him flying backwards into the mettle back wall of the locker. Before he blacked out Obi-Wan was vaguely aware of Maul's smelly gym shorts falling on his head and covering his face.
The world faded slowly into focus as Obi-Wan returned to consciousness. He blinked several times, trying to adjust to the bright light. The ceiling he was staring at seemed familiar. He turned his head to the side slowly, wincing at the pain the movement caused. He finally realized that he was lying on the couch in the family room of his house. How he got there was hard to tell though because the last thing he remembered was being stuffed into a locker by Maul and his posse.
"You're awake."
The calm voice coming from his right started Obi-Wan and he made to sit up but stopped half way as his head began to spin.
"Wow, take it easy. They really knocked you around didn't they?"
Obi-Wan waited for his vision to clear before turning toward the familiar voice. Standing at his side with a hand on his shoulder was, just as he thought, Anakin Skywalker.
"Wha…what are you doing here?" Obi-Wan asked, baffled, as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"I noticed they were shoving someone around and I decided to end their fun. I don't like them you know."
Obi-Wan nodded gratefully as Anakin handed him a glass of water.
"So anyway," Anakin continued. "I saw it was you and since you were out cold I decided to take you home. Good thing I know where you live."
"Wait…how?"
Anakin rolled his eyes. "Put you in the back seat of that Ford of yours and we were here in a matter of minutes."
"Wow…wait…You? Drove MY car?"
Anakin looked confused. "Yea…I have a license if that's what you're worried about."
"Yes but YOU drove MY car."
"Would you rather I had left you there?" Anakin snapped.
"No…I…I mean thanks. It was nice of you to help. I just…"
"Didn't expect it?" Anakin challenged.
"Well you don't like me much you know."
Anakin stared at him for a while. "Yea well it's not like you like me ether."
"Well I wasn't the one who just helped you out of a sticky situation. See why I'm confused?"
"Yea, I see. Some one like you wouldn't understand."
Obi-Wan furrowed his brows in mild confusion. "Understand what?"
"Nothing." Anakin started backing away from him. "Stay out of trouble, Prissy-Wan."
Obi-Wan sighed as he heard the front door slam. No he didn't understand Anakin Skywalker.
TEASER:
Next time on FACADES...
Well uh…if you're not going with anyone I thought maybe you…" he stopped unable to finish the sentence as a lump grew out of nowhere in his throat.
Padme stopped and looked at him curiously, patiently waiting for him to continue. "I was wondering if you'd…like to go to Homecoming with me?"
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"You like her don't ya?"
Obi-Wan jumped and spun around. "What?" he asked bewildered. Anakin Skywalker grinned at him, his blue eyes sparkling with laughter. "You like Siri." "I have no idea what you're talking about."
