Rated G for Goodnight

"What are we going to meditate on tonight, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, cleaning the last of the dinner dishes and putting them away. Qui-Gon grinned as he wiped down the table. "Well, I was thinking, Obi-Wan."

The young boy stopped and turned, devoting his full attention to his mentor. A change in routine was always cause for curiosity.

Qui-Gon attempted to look innocent and nonchalant as he continued. "Well, I was thinking. I know how much you love to meditate Obi-Wan, and I hate to take that from you, but I was thinking about taking a break for tonight, maybe, watching a movie?"

There was a split second of silence; Qui-Gon could feel the boy's surprise and uncertainty through the bond. Once he confirmed that what his Master was telling the truth, a wide grin broke out on his face and he cheered!

His padawan became a whirlwind around the kitchen, talking so fast Qui-Gon only caught a few words, "thank you" being one of them. With one hand, he reached out and caught his student mid-celebration. "Alright, Obi-Wan, calm down. Go put on something comfortable and look through the holo-vids. I'll let you pick tonight. I'll be there in a moment."

Obi-Wan nodded once, and then left in a blur. Qui-Gon shook his head, still smiling, and began preparing snacks: a crucial part of any movie night.

When Qui-Gon arrived in their living area, a bowl of popcorn floating behind him, Obi-Wan was already bouncing on the couch, using the Force to toss the remote up and down. Upon seeing his Master, he immediately settled, and allowed his Master to scoot in beside him. Qui-Gon reluctantly surrendered the bowl of popcorn, knowing full well he may never see it again, instead indulging in a mug of his favorite tea.

Obi-Wan started the holo-vid and sunk back into the cushions. Qui-Gon smiled as the opening credits began; of course Obi-Wan had picked this one. It was his favorite movie, a mystery, with an ending that changed each time you watched it. Unlike Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan had yet to discover all of the endings, and was always eager to take another shot at solving the puzzle.

Unfortunately, the hard training of the day won out, in the end. By the time the end credits were rolling, Obi-Wan was fast asleep, one hand clutching his Master's cloak that had been draped over him. Qui-Gon sighed and looked around their apartment: pillows and blankets lying everywhere, dotted with spilled popcorn kernels, the bowl upturned somewhere. A mess? Yes. One that could wait until morning? Absolutely.

Being a Master was no easy feat, he reflected, thinking back on the busy day, and remembering the one ahead. But this, this was nice. Not worrying, not learning, not even being a Jedi. Just being. For a little while.

Casting one last look at his charge, Qui-Gon yawned and curled up himself, flicking the light off with one hand.

/Goodnight, Obi-Wan./

Through the haze of sleep, Qui-Gon could have sworn he felt one last thought.

/Goodnight, Master./

Rated M for Mortified Master

"Master, can we watch a movie tonight?"

The request was simple, innocent, fueled by exhaustion and desire for a break. Obi-Wan looked up from his reports, and considered his young padawan.

"All your homework done?"

Anakin nodded earnestly. Obi-Wan probed the bond, unnecessarily, but he was delighted to find honesty behind his padawan's answer. Obi-Wan looked at his reports a moment longer before deciding to abandon it all. The reports could wait for one night. Perhaps a night watching movies with his apprentice would be a welcome break from their routine. Obi-Wan smiled, watching Anakin scramble to claim a space on the couch. A movie night. Nice and peaceful.

In retrospect, he really should have known better. For whatever reason, Anakin and peace did not go well together. Even something simple as a movie night could become chaotic, not to mention awkward.

It had started innocently enough. Most of the holo-vids Obi-Wan owned were outdated, so they decided to scroll through the channels on the holo-net, to find something good.

After a dozen or so channels, Anakin started to fidget, his impatience beginning to show. Suddenly, a movie popped up on the holo-net, one that made Anakin's twelve year old eyes pop out of his head.

Obi-Wan paled, watching as a very...gifted...Twi'lek danced around on screen. Among other things. Frantic, he reached for the remote, trying to change the channel.

It was at that moment that the power cells in the remote died. The channel could not be changed. Obi-Wan practically tripped over himself as he tried to turn off and then unplug the holo-net. Nothing was working, the sounds from the movie were getting louder and more...intense. Anakin just stared, wide eyed, not daring to look away from the screen.

In a panic, Obi-Wan ignited his saber and plunged it through the screen, taking out the whole system, not stopping until the entire appliance was one smoldering mess.

The young Knight collapsed to the floor, breathing hard, and put his head in his hands. The crisis had apparently been averted, or at least until...

"Master?"

Oh no. Oh please no.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Oh dear.

Rated R for R2's Revenge

"Hey, Snips, have you seen R2?"

Ahsoka looked up from her data-pad and looked around their small Cruiser quarters. "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him in a while. I wonder where he could be. It's not like droids have to-do lists."

Anakin smirked. "Well, R2 is no ordinary droid. Let's pull up his tracking system, see where he got to."

Ahsoka bounded over to look over her master's shoulder as he scanned for the small droid. "Hmm. That's odd. He's in the barracks."

Ahsoka raised an eye-marking curiously. "The barracks? What would he be doing there? The clones are just having a movie night; that's what Rex told me."

Anakin's face paled as he turned towards his apprentice. "A movie night?" Ahsoka nodded, more confused than ever. Anakin swallowed and bolted from the room, Ahsoka right on his heels.

When they reached the clone barracks, Ahsoka realized exactly why they needed to keep track of R2. Much to her dismay, R2 knew he had a camera. And he liked to use it. A lot.

On a large blank wall, R2 was projecting a video of a fresher door, horrid screeching sounds coming from within. The door slid open to reveal Ahsoka (fully dressed) with a towel wrapped around her lekku. She was also singing at the top of her lungs; a skill clearly not taught at the Temple.

"Oh, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want!" the video Ahsoka sang, to the roar of laughter of the clones, who hadn't yet realized their commanding officer's presence.

Ahsoka's mouth hung open, Anakin tried to stifle his laughter, and R2 switched to another video.

This one was of a kitchen, that looked like the Temple, and music was blasting in the background. Suddenly, Anakin walked into frame, hips swinging to the song as he stirred a pot of something that was producing a thick smoke.

"What's burning?" Ahsoka's voice could be heard from off screen.

"It's not burnt!" Anakin yelled back. "It's just another stop on the way to Flavor town!"

The clones were in hysterics, watching as the contents of the pot burst into flames and Anakin was trying frantically to put it out before the video ended. Rex, in particular, was applauding when he suddenly noticed a stone faced pair of Jedi.

"Atten-TION!" He cried, and the clones snapped to alertness, faces an equal shade of pale. Anakin nodded to Ahsoka, who went over to R2 and whispered something to the little astromech. R2 beeped in reply and started projecting a new video.

In this one, Captain Rex was standing alone in a shuttle, a piece of pipe in one hand. He whirled around to face an imaginary enemy, and began aggressively "fighting" it with his imaginary lightsaber, making the 'whoosh' noises as he did so.

The rest of the 501st turned to their Captain, and tried to hold it together. Which they did.

For about five seconds.

Suddenly, clones and Jedi alike were gasping for breath, laughing at each other, laughing at themselves, just laughing because they could. Even R2 whirred happily, enjoying a scene that even a droid knew was a rare thing indeed.


Author's Note: I'm not sure what hole this idea crawled out of, but when the Muse sings, I listen. I know this is kind of weird, so different from the typical serious Jedi narratives, but they are people, and they are probably just as silly as we are at times. Anyway, I hope you like it. May the Force be with you!