Rubbing his tired eyes Obi-Wan decided to give up trying to find information on the planet called Earth on his data pad and go to bed. Perhaps the planet was far beyond the known reaches of the Outer Rim or it was really located in another dimension. He'd not been able to dig anything up on Inter-dimensional travel either, but guessed he'd need to visit the archives for something as obscure as that.

Next door, the music was still loud despite the late hour and he clearly heard Buffy shouting...
"Andrew! Andrew! I thought you'd fixed that droid that brought us the crap-tastic Coffee? It's stopped moving in the doorway and I can't get the door shut!"

"I tried Buffy. It seemed to work okay after I fixed it, honest. Go next door and ask Obi-Wan!"

"Okay, I want to ask him why there is no water coming out the shower head, too. Kinda weird, keeps making gushing noises and stuff. I bashed it with the sword hilt thinking it was blocked with the gunky stuff but that didn't fix it."

After a few moments he heard Buffy pressing the buzzer on his door and he rose from his chair and opened it.

"Hi to the friendly Neighbour," she said. She was smiling brightly up at him, her long blonde hair now falling loose in long waves down her back, green eyes all wide, and looking the picture of innocence.
"I have a problem, well two... maybe three. I kinda have a droid stuck in my front door and the shower head has no water coming out of it, and it sorta came off in my hand when I was turning it. Oh, and the couch has lightsaber burns and rocks to one side when you go to sit on it, do ya think the council will give us another?"

"You do know it's a sonic shower and shouldn't have water coming out of it?" Obi-Wan pushed his fingers through his short hair and looked at her tiredly. He thought he'd gone over all this with her earlier.

"Oh, that's of the weird. How do I wash my hair? And use my creamy rinsy stuff guaranteed for extra shiny?" Buffy frowned up at him.

"I honestly have no idea. Look, I will come and do a diagnostic on the droid for you. It's very odd to have one break down like that, did it make any unusual noises or did you see sparks coming out of it?" He asked, trying to force his brain to work. It was getting late, it had been a long day and he really just wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers over his head.

"Yeah, I noticed it's leg dropped off after it brought us the crap-tastic coffee.." Buffy shrugged. "It was weird."

"It's leg fell off? That is... highly unusual. I have never seen nor heard of that happening before. It simply came away from the body section, you say?"
He had to admit that losing a limb sounded a very odd thing to happen, service droids rarely broke down.

"Yeah, that's right. Andrew tried to stick it back on again using my nail file but if fell off and it sorta got stuck in my doorway as it was crawling along... The droid that is, I put it's leg behind the couch to give to someone later."

Obi-Wan sighed, the more she spoke the less sense this all made. If it wasn't for the council he'd have been tempted to walk off down the corridor and hide out in the medical ward with Qui-Gon until she went back to whatever dimension she came from.

With an odd feeling that he was leaving behind his sanity, he walked with her to the door of her apartment and stared at the service droid which lay half in and half out the doorway clutching it's tea-tray. Straight away he could see it had no leg and there was a lightsaber burn through it's chest cavity.
He looked across at Buffy, who was busy examining her fingernails. Her eyes flicked up to meet his and then she looked off down the corridor her cheeks distinctly rosy.

"It was totally an accident," she said, and pouted. "It brought the coffee and I switched on my new nifty lightsaber, didn't realise how long it was gonna be and sorta took off part of the couch and the droid's leg. Andrew screamed, and that droid lurched forward and leapt onto my blade before I could say anything. I think it must have been suicidal."

Obi-Wan felt almost nauseous as the councils warnings about Buffy being a possible Sith overlord echoed in his ears. "You have a lightsaber?"

"Yeah, it's really pretty. I've called him Mr Sparkly," said with a delighted smile that lit up her entire face.

"What colour is it?" he half whispered.

"Red." And yes, she wore a proud smile when she told him the colour.

"Oh."

"Will you help me dispose of the body? I can go get the leg." She pouted, took his stunned silence for agreement and dived back inside to grab the leg before he could think of anything to say.

As he waited for her to collect the severed limb, Obi-Wan realised, that as long as he lived next door to Buffy Summers, he'd never again find solace in the Jedi code.

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