I am a terrible person. I try to update once a month…and it doesn't happen. Since Thanksgiving, I have had The Holidays, Four family birthdays (including my own) Three road trips, a severe middle ear infection, work, school, the flu and a cold. Just bear with me everyone! Also, by request, a little Anidala fluff

-Luke Skywalker-

Sithspit. And here I thought this was going to be a simple recon mission.

I hate when I'm wrong. You would think with a force proclivity to Forsight that I might have seen this coming.

But noooooooo…let's just go out, NOT find who we're looking for, get surprised by a drunk Dugg, start a brawl in a seedy cantina, then take on five hooligans at once, so that you have to blow your cover to get out.

Just brilliant, Luke. You might get to knighthood by the time You're, say about, sixty-two?

I eye the various thugs cautiously circling me and spit a little blood out of my mouth.

I hope I can get out of this without having to use a noticeable Force push or my lightsaber. After all, I had been working on my underbelly persona here for about two years, and one little slip-up could blow all my hard work and cut me off from some valuable information sources.

I might have to call in back up.

-ooOOooOOooOOoo-

-Anakin Skywalker-

"Ani?"

I blink, and look over to my wife, (who was looking especially ravishing tonight) looking at me with a small smirk over the lip of her delicate crystal glass. She lays a hand on my arm and squeezes.

"Is your mind out in space, Darling?"

I smirk at her flirty tone.

"I apologize, M'lady. I shall refrain from any more space expeditions while escorting the Vice-Chair at an important Senate Gala."

Padme raises an eyebrow and attempts to look severe.

"See that you do, Master Skywalker."

I chuckle and turn to face her, gently maneuvering her out onto the dance floor.

We move as one, and I smile, thinking of when she taught me to dance.

She had been astonished that I lacked the skill, stating that I should learn. After all, what if I was required to go undercover and needed to dance? I griped, but she persisted, and that was that.

I never did tell her I probably wouldn't ever need it, because let's face it…I've never done subtle very well, especially then. The Council was more likely to send a herd of stampeding Banthas on a stealth mission before me.

I press a kiss to her forehead and hold her tighter.

"Do you remember when you taught me this, Angel?"

I feel her chuckle against the front of my black formal robe.

"Yes…clumsy as Jar-Jar! You would think that all that fancy dueling footwork would help, but no…"

"…Hey! I learned quickly enough! After all…" I purr into her ear, "You had fun afterwards, if I recall correctly…"

I have to smirk at her blush. Not bad. You still have the moves, Anakin!

"Anakin!" Padme gasps, "Remember the Rules!"

Drat. The rules. I forgot about those.

"I remember, I remember."

Padme does not look impressed.

"Rule number one is…."

I sigh.

"…..No leaving spare parts in the foyer."

"Good. Now…Rule number two…"

"No embarrassing you in Public Places."

"I knew you were smart, Ani. Now, rule three…."

-ooOOooOOooOOoo-

-Luke Skywalker-

I scowl, giving a quick right-handed jab to the solar plexus of the remaining furry Thug in front of me, and follow up with a left to the jaw. My momentum carries my hands to the floor, where I pivot on them and give him a double kick to the face. I land with a short half-twist and scramble up into a guard position, but it's not necessary.

He weaves for a moment, swaying…and then falls on his face.

Well. That's that, I suppose.

I duck into a side room, breathing heavily, and slump down on the wall. I suppose that wasn't bad for a 17 year-old human, seeing it was five on one with no Force involved.

Still…I'm sure Master Kenobi won't let me forget this one.

A bubbly sense of laughter suddenly wells up through my bond to Leia, and I smirk.

"Don't even say it, Lee-lee. You wouldn't have done any better by yourself."

I can feel her eyes rolling from here.

"I'm not saying anything, Luke the Fluke. Just making sure my brat brother is okay. I don't need to go Dark Side on anyone's patootie, do I?"

I laugh and wrinkle my nose.

"Patootie, Leia? Who even says that?"

"Watch it, Skywalker. Do you want a ride home or not?"

I snigger.

"Idle threats, my dear. You know you love me. I'm at the…."

I pause, realizing that I have no idea what the name of this establishment is. Reluctant to stick my head back into the ongoing melee of the main room, I scan the area for clues. A cursory look reveals nothing on the walls, and no one has a menu with a name or brand on display.

In a quick flash, I remember the branded napkins that I saw while eating earlier, and by chance, one was sitting close to me on the floor next to someone's shiny boot.

Muxou's.

I start to speak to Leia, then pause. I feel a strange tug in the force that draws my eyes back to the napkin on the floor.

No…not the napkin…the shiny boots, with a pair of worn navy pants proudly displaying a Corrielian Blood stripe tucked in to them.

I suck in a quick breath, my head flashing images, hazy ones, clear ones….sounds and sights that I have not yet experienced, but recognize.

I feel Leia's concern dimly, as through a muffling fog.

Luke? Luke, are you alright? I swear, if you…"

I push a wave of calm to her, feeling the Will of the Force so strongly it's a wonder I didn't start grinning like an Idiot on the spot.

"I'm fine…I'm at Muxuo's, near the raceway. And Leia…I think I've found our Smuggler."

So….yeah! Please R&R, and tell me if you liked it, hated it…I'm not going to get better without imput!

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