Hey guys, sorry its taken so long for me to update - but my computer got dunked in water right when I came up with my idea. So after a few days, I was able to get it up and running again... minus the liquid. Whew. I was worried about that one. But, I got my ass in gear today, and finally got this finished and up :D I hope you like it.

Nyce:Hey you :D Its good to see you again. You're right, it has been a while. Yeah, he is. I thought it would be nice to see him dealing with Killian in a more fatherly sense - so as to propose what he would have been like with Luke. :)Haha, yeah...Zett was simply too cute to leave out. Besides, a kid who dies to protect someone else, deserves a little bit of air time. :/ poor Zett. As for Ahsoka... I hope you like my little impromptu bringing her in. I wrote her just for you, so I hope you like it :D Ttys.

Prydain:It was, it was... until I spilled water all over it and half of my keys didn't work... bummer... but, here it is. :D

-Hale: I know how hard it is to find good stories. That's why I wrote one... its nice to see someone else appreciate it so much. Oc's are hard to find... GOOD Oc's I mean. So, welcome to our little 'OC/Anakin' club. I hope you like what I do with it for the rest of the way :D

And for the rest of you, I appreciate your support. Let me know what you think of this chapter... :D


Skandar sat at a table at Dex's Diner, pouring over the business proposal his uncle had given him. The Solos were were moving up in the world, they were becoming more and more in trade in the core worlds. He was here to meet with a few businessmen from The Works, then he would go back to Corellia. But for right now, his mind was focused on the merging proposal.

For the last three years, he had thrown himself headlong into his work. Since the Clone Wars began, business was a little tougher than it used to be, and after his father's death, he found himself running that side of the family business single-handedly. He had matured, wisened. The boy who once tried to marry Ozara Peregrine was gone, as the events which had taken place caused him to be a little more conscious of more than himself. However, he avoided women at all costs.

The bell rang on the top of the door, and out of habit, Skandar looked up and froze. It was Ozara, he was sure of it. Unsure of what to do, he ducked his head in an effort to make sure she didn't see him. She was with a young Togrutan female, who he thought looked familiar, but he couldn't place. When her eyes turned in his direction, he ducked, pretending to be looking for his bag, mentally scolding himself.

If he was honest, he had missed his old friend, despite what had happened between them. And after a year, he finally realized that although she may have used him, she did not do it maliciously. His jealousy of Anakin had simmered, and when reason came into his head he realized that he would have preferred that she had not married him at all, then marry him under false pretenses. Sure, he would have been happy for a little while, but in the end, she would been miserable and therefore so would he. So, after a moment of debating, he stood up and walked toward her.

"Ozara?" he asked, but she ignored him. 'Perhaps she didn't hear me.' he thought, tapping her on the shoulder, "Ozara?"

She turned, but to his chagrin, it wasn't Ozara. "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?" the woman asked.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." he apologized, looking into the crystal blue eyes which were definitely not his friends.

"You called me Ozara didn't you? Ozara Peregrine?" she asked, looking toward her friend, "Everyone I meet, they always think I'm Zar." her voice betrayed her outer-rim origins.

"Well, you do look uncannily like her." Skandar said.

"I know, everything but the eyes." she said, obviously quoting what people had told her, "Idriya Thaxton." she introduced, holding her hand out.

Skandar suddenly remembered the girl he had seen with the new Senator several weeks previous. "Oh, right, I remember seeing you before. I made the same mistake. You're the assistant of Senator Farrel." he said.

She laughed, "Yes, I'm glad at least someone recognizes my name."

"Its an odd one." her friend said from next to her.

"I'm sorry though, I didn't get yours." Idriya pointed out, a kind look on her face.

"Skandar Solo." he replied with a slight bow.

"Solo? Are you from Corellia?" she asked, excitement in her voice.

"No, but I have lived on Corellia for the last three years." he replied. She turned to her friend with a large smile on her face.

"I am from Corellia, we know about you Solos." she teased, he had to laugh.

"Well then, from one Corellian to another: it's nice to see a friendly face." he replied. She laughed again.

"I'm sorry, allow me to introduce my companion: Ahsoka Tano." she introduced the Togrutan beside her, he nodded – of course, Skywalker's old teammate. She was well known in the galaxy, but he greeted her in the same manner as Idriya. "We were just looking for a table. But it seems that they are all filled." Idriya said mournfully.

"I have a table, if you wouldn't mind sharing a Corellian Solo. I assure you, I will keep to myself." he offered. The women looked at each other, and Tano shrugged.

"Thank you." Idriya replied cordially, following him to the table.


Anakin and Killian sat in the training rooms of the Jedi Temple, working on some of the most basic of training: Using the Froce to locate objects, in this case a feather, and moving it in the air. Anakin demonstrated, although slightly distracted in his mind, and made it move a good three feet in front of the boy before tickling his nose. Killian giggled, his childish smile etched on his face with the amazement of what he was being exposed to. He always watched as 'Uncle Obi' and 'Uncle Qui' had done such things, but he never supposed he'd be asked to do them himself.

"Now, Killian, think of moving that feather. Concentrate. Let your mind focus on this one task." Anakin instructed, trying hard to be a good teacher. However, his mind was several planets away, wondering just what had driven Ozara to do such a thing. He could remember his reaction the day before, as he had gone to her apartment to find her, momentarily forgetting that he had sent her off to Ergon, for her safety. Yet, why now? Why would she leave her charge with him, while she went off to another part of the galaxy? Anakin knew how much the boy meant to his love, it couldn't have been without sorrow.

"I can't do it, Masty Ani." Killian said, a small pout on his lips. His childish way of speaking preventing him to form the words 'Master' and 'Anakin'. But the Master could only smile, he liked the nickname – for now. He almost imagined that Killian was Ozara's actual child, giving him the patience he wished he would have been able to do for a child of his own.

"Focus, Killian, focus on what you want to do." he said slowly, "Here... who is your favorite person in the galaxy?" he asked.

"Modryb!" Killian replied excitedly, his face lighting up just with the thought of his beloved guardian. Anakin chuckled, the boy really loved Ozara – so much so, that within the first hour of him being in Anakin's protection, he had broke down into tears, begging to be returned to her. Anakin had tried to calm him, eventually singing him a song that he had heard Ozara sing. He missed her too.

"Alright, think of Modryb watching you. Think of your favorite memory. You have it?" Killian nodded, his brown eyes shielded by the olive-toned eyelids, so similar to Ozara's it made Anakin wonder if Padmé had been telling the truth when she said that the rumor was that Killian was Ozara's. He wondered if perhaps she hadn't exactly told him the truth. "Alright, now imagine the feather in the middle of that memory." Anakin explained, "Move it for Modryb." taking a moment, he used his link with Killian's mind to see what he saw.

Ozara knelt before the boy, her smile wide, her eyes twinkling, her hand outstretched in a beckoning motion. She held the feather in her hand, just as Anakin had told him to put it in there. The boy focused on the feather, as his aunt's voice filtered through his mind. 'Move the feather, Nghariad, symud y bluen.' Killian replied in Ergonian, his eyes concentrated on the feather in her long fingers. 'Gallwch chi ei wneud.' she replied, as the feather began to quake in her hand.

Anakin opened his eyes, withdrawing his mind from his padawan's, and looking at the feather between them. He smiled proudly as the feather began to hover an inch off the ground, then two... then three. Eventually, it hovered at a foot, the young boy's eyes still closed in meditation. "Killian, open your eyes." Anakin said, the boy did not, his face taking on a panicked look. "Killian?" he moved closer to the boy.

Brown eyes snapped open, and the feather fell. "Fy Modryb, gwelais hi – mae hi mewn poen!" the boy rattled off anxiously in Ergonian, causing Anakin to immediately question what was going on.

"I can't understand you Killian." He said slowly, "Try that again."

The boy swallowed, "I saw her... she was in pain..." he said softly, "Is she in pain, Masty? Is she hurt?" Anakin shook his head, she couldn't be hurt already – Jax was with her.

"She's not hurt, Killian, She's fine." he tried to reassure, "You remember the padawan who was with her these last few days?"
"Yes." Killian replied slowly.

"He's protecting her, Killian, he's keeping her safe."

"Protecting?" Killian repeated, the anxiety still in his voice.

"He's her amddiffynnydd, Killian." Anakin replied, mentally wincing at giving any other person her pet name for him. The boy visibly relaxed, a small smile once again gracing his features.

"She's safe, then."

Anakin nodded, though he knew he'd have to make sure later. Jax was due to report at any moment...


Meanwhile, Ozara was currently finishing a holo to Nadia. "So you go there safely." Nadia said.

"Yes, Nadi, I'm here, and I'm safe. Padawan Pavan has been more than gracious in allowing me a little more freedom than anyone else – though he keeps a watchful eye nonetheless." Ozara replied, "He is going back to Coruscant in a few days, though; as I will be under our personal security by that time. It reminds of me of when I used to be under watch and guard by another Jedi."

"That was a very different time, Zar." Nadia replied, "And a very different padawan."
Ozara laughed, "Speaking of: have you heard anything from him or Killian?"

"They've only been together a day Ozara." Camilla's voice sounded from the background, "Allow the poor men to settle in."

"Ah, forgive me, I had lost track of the time." Ozara apologized, "Going through the galaxy does that to one."

"That, and you never know what time it is anyways." Camilla again.

"Thank you, Cammie, be sure to comment on everything I say." her older sister retorted.

A scoff could be heard, "As my lady commands."

Nadia's figure turned with a sharp glare toward what Ozara assumed was Camilla. "Don't be too harsh on her, Nadi dear, we don't want for someone to ask where she went."

"I'm her mother, young woman, I can do as I want." Nadia replied, "Though you haven't once asked how our meeting with Senator Amidala went."
Ozara rolled her eyes, "How did your meeting with Senator-Her-Majesty-Stuck-Up-Irritating-Two-Faced- Amidala go?"

Her step-mother quirked an eyebrow, "Interestingly. She asked how you were."

It was Ozara's turn to scoff. "She would." a sigh, "What did you say?"
"I said you were visiting family on Ergon, mandatory fun."

"Nadia! You were not supposed to tell anyone where I was, the Council was very strict!"

"Its Senator Amidala, Ozara." Nadia replied, exasperatedly. "What is she going to do?"

Ozara went to protest again, but found that words evaded her. "Just don't do it again. No matter who it is."

"Does Senator Farrel know?" Nadia asked.

"Yes." Ozara replied quietly, "But he's trustworthy."

"How do you know that?"
"Nadia, I just know!" Ozara replied, "Don't ask me how. I just do."

Camilla said something to her mother, quietly asking if she was going to tell Ozara about Padmé.

"I don't think that needs to be discussed, Camilla. Ozara doesn't want to hear about that." Nadia replied.

"What? What's wrong with Her Hignessness?" Ozara replied, catching her sister's statement.

"Nothing much. We just noticed that she didn't seem very much herself." Nadia continued.

"Oh? What was different? Did she finally get humble?" Ozara replied. "Or perhaps she confessed all of her wrongs, and decided to quit office?" Camilla giggled in the background.

"No, she seemed more fidgety. Her arm, for instance, she kept saying it pained her." Nadia informed, "I wonder what that meant."

"I'm sure it was nothing, though I'm surprised she actually admitted she was in pain." a knock on the door informed Ozara that Jax was needing to report to the Council before it was too late. "Oh, I have to go. Padawan Pavan is impatient, he has a report to give to the Council."

"Alright then, give my love to whomever you meet that we know. I'll talk to you soon, and see you sooner I hope."

"I just hope that whoever it is that wants me dead decides that I'm not worth the effort." Ozara replied, saying her goodbyes and walking out. "Need to talk to the Council?" she asked Jax.

"The transmission is already going through." Jax replied, slipping into the room, "I'll meet you out here in a moment."

Ozara nodded, and walked into the waiting room of the holocenter.


In the middle of the Council Chambers, the blue image of Jax Pavan appeared, surrounded by the masters – including Anakin Skywalker.

"We arrived safely, and Miss Peregrine holo'd her family. We're about to go to her home now." Jax said.

"Very good, Padawan Pavan." Master Windu said, "How is your charge?"
Jax looked around the room, "Nervous. She's worried about whoever targets her might go after her family."

"I'm sure that won't happen." Qui-Gon interjected, "Masters Kenobi, Skywalker, and myself are keeping a close eye on the Peregrine family. You may tell Miss Peregrine that, Jax."

"Thank you, Master Jinn, though I think she already knows that. It is a matter of her female mind, I suppose." Jax replied, looking over at the tense Anakin.

"Even females can be rational, Padawan Pavan." Adi Gallia retorted, "Be it Senators, or Jedi."

"Forgive me, Master, I meant no offense." Jax quickly amended.

"None taken."

"Now, Padawan Pavan, you will stay on Ergon a few days, is that correct?" Obi-Wan.

Jax nodded, "Yes, to establish that security is in place and in correct order to protect her." he said, "Masters, isn't it against regulations to cause someone to only be under our protection for a short time, like this? Usually we protect them until the threat is over, don't we?"
"Yes, we do. But we believe that Miss Peregrine is safe on Ergon – or should I say: the Chancellor believes that Miss Peregrine is safe on Ergon." Master Windu replied, "Am I correct, Master Skywalker?"

Anakin leaned forward, "The Chancellor believes that Miss Peregrine is safe on her homeplanet, where she is protected by guards whose sole purpose is to protect her. He thinks that useful padawans, like Pavan, should return either to Coruscant or the Outer-Rim Sieges, and leave her in their care." he paused, "Though I am not of that belief."

"That we know, young Skywalker." Master Yoda replied, "But safe, Miss Peregrine shall be, nonetheless."

"Padawan Pavan, you shall remain with Miss Peregrine for three days, after which you shall continue on to the sieges – as the Chancellor recommends." Windu replied.

"Yes Master."
"May the Force be with you." and with that, Jax's image flickered out.

When the Council session was over, Obi-Wan approached Anakin. "You're worried about her."

His friend nodded, "Killian's had a few visions where she was in danger. So yes, I think its safe to say we're worried."
"Don't be, I'm sure she'll be alright, Anakin." Qui-Gon reassured, "She's safe with Jax."

"What about when Jax leaves?" Anakin countered.

"Dreams pass in time." Obi-Wan said.

Anakin scoffed, "Yeah, that's what you said about my mother." and walked toward where Killian was being watched by Zhane and Zett.

"Do you think that something may be wrong?" Obi-Wan asked Qui-Gon as they followed a bit slower.

"I don't know, Obi, but Anakin is very tense. The Outer-Rim sieges going how they are, and the threat on Ozara's life – that's going to put anyone on edge." Qui-Gon replied, continuing their walk down the hall.


Half-way across the planet, a ship docked in the industrial zone. The cloaked figure of Darth Sidious emerged from the shadows, approaching a figure who stepped down from the ship. Their face was covered, but their green eyes shone out of the eyeholes, the shape revealing it to be a woman. She tossed her hood back, revealing flaming red hair which confirmed her gender.

"Kidnap the Senator, but don't harm her. Remember, she is on our side – and this is only a distraction to prevent the High Council from knowing what is on that holorecording at the Senate building. We have to have them believe her completely, to let them trust her without a thought." Sidious said, the figure nodded curtly.

"Of course. Anything else?"

"Don't fail me this time, Jade, I'd hate to see what happened to you." Sidious replied, "Kacia isn't likely to forgive your blunders this time."

"My blunders? How about hers?" 'Jade' replied. "It was her who wound up getting her arm cut off. That girl would have been dead before the Jedi even had time to get through the elevator."

Sidious chuckled lowly, "Kacia has her faults, my dear Yesenia. But she is the best I have."

"Is she? Or is it a little more than simple... usefulness? I've heard that she is your daughter, my lord." Yesenia replied conspiratorially. "That would truly be a shame, would it not?"

"You should know better than to believe rumors, my dear Yesenia Jade. They are likely to catch up to you." Sidious replied.

She smirked, her green eyes twinkling in mischief. "Of course. Kacia is far too much of a mistake-maker to be your daughter, Milord."

"I'm glad we're clear. Go through with the plan, my pieces are moving, I would hate for your piece to be lagging behind the others."

"As you wish, milord." she replied, turning around and getting back on her ship.

It lifted, and flew off into the skyline.


Well? What did you think? If any of you are wondering: Yesenia is Mara Jade's mom... I just created her. :P