As Sarah finished dressing herself, Ahsoka popped her head into the doorway.

"Let's go eat breakfast," she said.

At the same time, her finished dressing for the day. As he attached both a curve-hilt and a regular lightsaber to his belt, his commlink chirped. Madame Andrews was on the other end.

"Master, I'm too sick today. I'm not going to be able to teach today," she said as she audibly stifled a sneeze.

"That's fine. Did you find a replacement yet?" he asked.

"No, Master, everyone else seems to be busy or unavailable."

The Grand Master tried to figure out who might be available. In order to be a regular or substitute teacher, one needed a Bachelor's Degree in any subject.

"Hmm, did you try Master Cara?" he suggested.

"She's presently a chaperon for the Upper Initiate Retreat," Madame Andrews answered.

"Oh, that's right."

"Master, I think you'll have to teach for me today."

"I guess I can do that. It's going to be weird teaching my own daughter, though."

"At least I know you won't play favorites," she replied dryly before the conversation ended.

He then went downstairs to join his family for breakfast.

"Soka, I'll take Sarah to her class this morning," he told his wife.

"Oh, why's that?" Ahsoka asked with an arched eye marking.

"Sarah's teacher is sick and I'm teaching the class today."

"Do I have to call you 'Master Daddy'?" Sarah asked as seriously as a five year old could ask.

"No, Sarah. But when I'm teaching the class, you have to address me as 'Master'," he replied with a chuckle.

"Okay!" Sarah answered enthusiastically. She appeared excited to have her father as a teacher.

Sarah skipped a bit as she walked with her father. The brighter white stripes on her head-tails also conveyed her happiness.

"Hey, Molly," Sarah greeted her classmate and friend.

"Hey, Sarah. Our teacher isn't here yet," Molly replied with slight concern.

Sarah's father opened the door as four of the six students entered.

"Daddy's going to teach today!" Sarah told Molly.

"Wow, that's cool," Molly answered hopefully.

"Teacher's pet," Madison whispered as she walked past everyone on the way to her desk.

Sarah looked at Madison curiously. However, she said nothing as she took her seat. Once the last students arrived, the day's lessons were set to begin.

"Good morning, class. Madame Andrews is sick today, so I'll be teaching you, today," the Grand Master announced.

A few of the students seemed happy, others unsure, and one or two seemed totally indifferent.

"I need to warn you: I'm familiar with all the little pranks classes pull on subs. So, I wouldn't recommend trying any today. And, I know your class is smart enough to remember we treat everyone respectfully," he added.

With six pairs of eyes focused on him, he decided to continue with the day's first activity.

"Okay, let's head downstairs to the meditation chamber and start our morning," he told the class.

A couple of students groaned at the news. Everyone left the classroom and traveled single file into the meditation room.

Inside the chamber, the Grand Master shut the door and turned on the lights part way.

"I sense some of you don't like to meditate," he said.

Sarah looked nervous. It was no secret that she found it hard to concentrate for 10-15 minutes. Was her father addressing her?

David finally spoke up. "Our teacher makes it so boring. She just tells us to meditate and then lets us know when time is up," he said.

A couple of the students gasped audibly. Molly turned to look at David. She truly expected him to be scolded for what he said about their regular teacher.

"Thank you, Initiate David," the Grand Master replied. "It's not my place to question another teacher's methods, but why don't we try something different today," he suggested.

"What are we going to do?" Madison asked softly.

"I see you're studying the line 'There is no passion, only serenity' from the Jedi Code. Today, let's meditate on the importance of focusing and paying attention," he said as he sat down with the class.

"Are you going to meditate with us?" Molly asked curiously.

"Indeed I am. My role is to set the example for you to follow," he told her. He then set his chronometer for a ten minute alert and began to meditate with the class.

As the time slowly progressed, he found himself aware of each student's focus in the Force. Some connections were shaky. However, he reminded himself that these were first-year initiates still learning how to adjust to a new way of life.

After meditation ended, the class remained in the chamber for further discussion of the Jedi Code. After that, the group assembled in another room to levitate and move various-sized objects with the Force.

After lunch, the group returned to their classroom. The rest of the afternoon would be devoted to academic studies.

"Okay, class, I'm not sure how Madame Andrews handles your academic time. Today, you are free to work on whatever subjects you wish until the end of the day. If you have any questions or problems, come up here; I'll see how I can help you," the Grand Master told the class.

A few of the students nodded. Everyone pulled out their datapads to download and work on their assignments. A short time later, Madison was the first student with a question. She quietly walked up to the front of the class.

"Master, I have a question. How do I count these things?" she asked.

The Grand Master checked her datapad. Sure enough, this was a math lesson. There were a number of ducks and clowns in a circle and she was supposed to count and record the number of each.

"Are you having a hard time keeping them separate?" he asked her.

Madison nodded.

"If you notice, the ducks are yellow, so any time you see a yellow item in the circle, count it. He also showed her the first few ducks to demonstrate. Whatever isn't yellow has to be a clown," he explained.

"Thanks, Master!" Madison exclaimed, happy to continue her assignment.

A little later, David came with his own question.

"Master, I have a science question," David said.

"Science is a fun subject. What's your question?" his substitute teacher asked.

"Well, I'm reading about insects and they have all these cool pictures of bugs! Are all bugs insects?" David asked enthusiastically.

The Grand Master reviewed the datapad. "These are some pretty nice pictures," he noted, "but not all bugs are insects," he told David.

"Really?" David asked with slight surprise as he received his datapad back.

"Do you consider worms to be bugs?"

"Yeah!"

"Insects have six legs. But worms don't. So, worms may be 'bugs,' but they aren't insects."

"Thanks, Master," David replied, anxious to read more at his desk.

Eventually, the day and week-ending alert sounded.

"Class, you did a good job today. Have a great weekend," the Grand Master told everyone as they quickly left.

Sarah slowly walked up to the front of the class to join her father.

"Let's go home, princess," he said softly, extending his hand.

Sarah smiled as she wrapped her fingers around her father's.

After a Friday dinner of macaroni & cheese, Sarah was busy finishing up homework. Ahsoka and her husband discussed the day in the front room.

"So, how was Sarah's class today?" Ahsoka asked curiously.

"Aside from well-behaved? They did well today, especially with meditation. If we can keep them until they turn 13, we should have a good group of padawans," her husband replied proudly.

"Honey, I have an odd question for you," Ahsoka said nervously.

"Oh?" he asked in response.

"When I crashed, what happened to my ship?" Ahsoka asked.

Her husband wasn't expecting the question. "Well, after it was moved to the hangar, the exterior was fixed as much as possible, aside from wings. Nobody dared do anything to the interior since the technology from your original galaxy is more advanced."

"I've been thinking. Maybe I should spend weekends restoring it."

"Is there a particular reason?"

Ahsoka could sense her husband's curiosity. "Don't worry, I'm not going back. Even if it was safe again, I doubt I'd feel like I belong anymore," Ahsoka replied wistfully.

"I didn't think you'd leave your family, but what prompted this after all these years?" he asked.

"I just need to do something more Jedi-like," Ahsoka answered half-pleadingly. "I miss being active. Having my ship functioning again would be quite the accomplishment. Besides, it's faster than anything you have. Travel time could be cut drastically for some of your away missions."

"An interesting idea."

"The least I can do is share what I have with the order."

"Let me present this to the council at our meeting on Monday. If they have no objections, you can start the next weekend."

"Thank you," Ahsoka whispered before kissing his cheek.

Later that evening, Ahsoka helped Sarah get ready for bed.

"Did you like your daddy teaching you today?" Ahsoka asked.

"It was fine... Everyone seemed to like him," Sarah answered honestly.

"Did you?"

"I guess. Madison called me a teacher's pet, though."

Ahsoka scowled a bit and resisted the urge to snarl. "What did you do?" Ahsoka asked with slight concern.

"I just ignored her," Sarah answered, slightly proud of her decision.

"That's good, I guess," Ahsoka said as she checked the time. She tucked Sarah into her bed. "Time to sleep. Good night, Sarah," she said.

"Don't I get daddy's kiss?"

"Sure, let me go get him."

"Honey, Sarah is eagerly waiting for her good night kiss," Ahsoka told her husband.

He smiled. "I guess I better give it to her, then," he replied.

He walked across the hall.

"I hear a little princess is looking for me," he quietly said to Sarah.

Sarah nodded.

He sat down on the bed next to her and gently kissed her forehead. "I love you, Sarah" he whispered softly.

"G'nite daddy," Sarah replied as she rolled over and curled up for the night. â–„