Anakin rolled his eyes as he listened to Mace drone on and on about how the punishment the Council gave him was too easy on him and how they had to be more strict.

"And further more, that was certainly very un-Jedi-like. Honestly! Painting Master Gallia's room pink? What possessed you to do such a thing?" Mace continued, stopping their walk to the Koran Master's quarters to stare at his ward.

"It was a prank. You really need to chill, Master." Those six words might as well have been a death sentence, judging by the fire igniting in his Master's eyes.

"Just need to chill?! Anakin Skywalker, you just don't know when to stop, do you?" Mace grabbed hold of his arm, not too hard but still enough to where Anakin couldn't get out of his grip, and dragged him into the apartment and into his bedroom. Windu let go of him and walked back to the door. But before leaving, he turned around and stared at the Chosen One, "You'll come out when you're ready to behave like an obedient Padawan."

The door closed behind him and Anakin heard the lock click into place.

He ran over to the door and pounded on it, "Master! You can't do this to me!"

Mace ignored the screaming, the boy would learn. If drastic measures were the only way to make sure he did, then so be it. His Master had unusual ways of teaching him lessons and look how he turned out.

Anakin soon realized that his screaming was falling upon deaf ears as he huffed and crossed his arms. He looked around the small bedroom and analyzed anything that he could use to escape. He found a few small objects, which he might be able to sharpen into lock picks, a bottle of sleeping pills in the adjoining bathroom, and his lightsaber, which must have slipped off his belt earlier. A plan instantly came into his head.

He quickly dashed to the 'fresher, slipping two sleeping pills into a pouch and clipping his weapon to his belt. The Padawan reached out his hand and grasped a knife and one of the objects in each of his hands. It was a wooden statue of Master Yoda, about 6 inches tall with the words "Actual Size" carved into the bottom. Oh how much trouble he had been in for that one...

What possessed you to do such a thing?

Anakin quickly shut the thoughts out of his mind. But one thing did strike him as odd, wasn't what Mace said exactly what Obi-Wan told him?

"Probably just a stupid coincidence," Anakin muttered, almost being finished with the lock pick.

He finished with the lock pick and got to work with the door. He heard the satisfying 'Click' of the door as the pick found its mark. He opened the door gently and sneaked into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee, slipping the two pills into it. He set it in plain sight and hid in the pantry, hearing Mace's footsteps coming closer.

Just as planned, Mace quickly downed the cup of coffee. Anakin grinned as he started getting sleepy, it was the oldest trick in the book!

He watched the Koran Master stumble over to the couch and lay down, and before he could ponder what was happening to him, he was asleep.

Anakin quickly jumped up and the only sound to be heard was the pitter-patter of his feet as he moved swiftly towards the door. He reached up his hand and the door swooshed open, closing behind him as he entered the hallway.

"Success," Anakin whispered as he stealthily walked down to the hangers of the Temple.

He quickly scanned the bay until he found what he was looking for- a shiny red speeder with black, cushioned seats. The perfect ride for a hotshot pilot like himself.

The teenager quickly ran over to it, inspecting it from bumper to bumper. "So Wizard!"

He wasted no time in hopping in and starting the engine, taking off for the soaring skyscrapers and busy traffic lanes of the Coruscant mid-day. But that wasn't where he was going to be spending his time, oh no. He was going to where the real action was.

He swerved the amazing speeder down a lesser known flight path and maneuvered through several alleys. Finally the sound of engines could be heard in the distance as the race course appeared in front of him.

"Finally..." his eyes gleamed in excitement, he had longed to race for months now. Obi-Wan had strictly discouraged the behavior, though, and wouldn't let him.

He could hear the lecture that his Master had given him in the back of his head as he pulled up to the registration booth.

Do you have any idea how dangerous racing is? Besides, it's illegal! I won't have my Padawan pulling stunts with the laws that would make the HoloNet go wild! Obi-Wan's crisp voice echoed over and over again as Anakin signed the final papers, securing his spot in the race.

He sighed and pulled up to the starting line, holding firmly onto the controls, eyes set in determination.

The lights in front of him changed from stop to go and the race began.

Meanwhile, back in the shared quarters, Mace was starting to wake up. He opened his tired eyes to see the familiar ceiling of his quarters.

What had happened? The last thing he remembered was drinking a cup of coffee and then falling asleep...

He got to his feet, a bit unstable as he was still drowsy. The Jedi Master walked across the room and knocked on his charge's door, "Anakin?"

The door opened when Mace tried knocking again. He stepped in, very cautious of any traps that the young prankster might have laid out. He found none as he stepped around the room. But that was not the only thing he didn't find. There was also no Anakin.

"Anakin?" he called again. There was no reply and as Mace continued his walk around the room. A carving knife lay on the floor, a lock pick nearby.

"He didn't... " Fury swelled into the older Master as he walked back into the living room and prepared to chase after his unruly ward.

Back in the race, Anakin was currently tied for first place. He could see the finish line in the dist-

"Padawan!" a familiar and ever-so-frightening voice called.

Anakin turned to see where the voice of Master Windu could have come from, but forgot about the turn up ahead and he crashed into the rocks along the sidelines.

The last thing he saw were the rocks before a flash of pain shot through his body and the world grew dark...