A/n: I'm baaaaaaaaaack! As always, thanks for those who have reviewed, and story ideas are always appreciated for this next batch of ShortShorts.



"I'm having some issues."

Padmé barely glanced up at the speaker. "Aren't we all, Ahsoka. At least you aren't pregnant with the baby of a lover nobody knows you have."

The Togruta frowned. "What?"

"Oh, nothing." She patted the seat next to her on the plush, badly-patterned couch. "Here, come sit down. C-3P0, could you get us some drinks?"

"Of course, Mistress Padmé." He scurried off into the kitchen unit and the Senator finally turned to look at her visitor.

"So, what's the problem? Has Anakin been making moves on you? Because, you know, you can tell me if he has been."

"Oh, no." Ahsoka shook her head, the elongated growths from her montrals shaking as she did. "I wish, though he really is gorgeous."

"Yes." She gave her a tight smile. "Although, it's really a shame Jedi can't have attachments so you'll have to keep your filthy hands off of him."

"I will. But it is a guy, and an equally charming, attractive, able-bodied one at that. His name is… Rex." She sighed and a dreamy look filled her eyes. "Captain Rex. In fact, he's with Anakin right now on the mission to rescue the Chancellor which is so high-risk that if I, a mere Padawan, were even to be seen it would cause mass-panics to break out on civilizations that trust the Jedi to be competent adults –which is to say, every planet in the Republic- providing a good excuse for my not being seen."

"You're in love with a clone?"

"Not just any clone! This one is… unique. He makes me feel special, as though I'm the only Togruta with blue eyes and no white markings surrounding them. And the way he gives me that half smile of his… it's enough to make any girl's heart melt into a puddle of love."

"Puddle of love? That's a bit… disturbing." Padmé did her best to subtly increase the distance between the two of them on the couch that suddenly seemed rather tiny.

"The concept of love is disturbing in itself!" She sighed dramatically. "But that isn't important. My problem is, how do I tell him I love him?"

"Good question. You cannot rush love. It happens on its own, playing by rules no fool mortal can understand. It is beyond the Force, and beyond what physical ways it might manifest. Patience is the best way to go. Just wait, wait, until a beautiful day amongst the daisies on Naboo and you are alone and you stare into his eyes and are faced with the realization that you love him, and he says what he has known since you last parted a decade ago: He is deeply and irrevocably in love with you, too."

Ahsoka paused, contemplating. "That could work, but I already know I love him."

"Well, then, write him a letter." Padmé shrugged. "The first one worked pretty well for me."

"A letter! Genius. But could you help me compose one?"

"Well, I had a meeting with Bail to talk about what would happen if the Chancellor didn't return. But I can see how important this is to you, and you come before all established protocol. Threepio, call Bail and tell him I'm at the OB/GYN or something."

"Yes, Mistress." He set down the drinks and quickly scurried off to inform the other Senator.

The Padawan was frowning. "OB/GYN? Isn't that for people who are-"

"It has a lot of meanings." Padmé quickly grabbed a sheet of flimiplast and a stylus. "Now, let's get to work writing a love letter!"

-After the downing of several beverages, all non-alcoholic, and the utterance of several swear words, none fit to print-

"Come on! Rex is just down there." She gave Ahsoka a little shove in the direction of her love. "Be sure to not be caught by any of the cameras; that could cause a paradox with would result in the time/space continuum being permanently torn apart. Oh, and if anyone asks, I was at a meeting."

"Of course." She skipped over to the Clone, making sure to avoid the cameras filming for a holo-drama which was, for no apparent reason, called Revenge of the Sith. "Rex, are you okay?"

"Sure, Little 'Un." Rex patted her shoulder. "I'm whatever you want me to be."

"Well, I'd like you to read this." She thrust the sheet into his hand. "In private, please."

"Of course." He winked in her general direction as he was led away by two of his fellow clones.

-In the Clones' bunkers-

"Striped Joe, you mind reading this for me?"

Rex's brother with the unique haircut sighed. "Why me?"

"Because you were the one who thought it would be funny to replace my contacts with slices of clear Oanaeodnewornwcjfs'aifnsd peppers and got me blinded in the first place."

"I didn't know you were going to put them on in the middle of battle!" Still, he took the sheet of flimiplast and, clearing his throat, began reading it. "Rex, my one, my only, I wish you were here. I would wrap my arms around you and press my lips to yours and watch as our love blossomed. It would be my greatest pleasure to-" he continued the reading as his expression grew twisted.

"Men?" At the worst moment possible Anakin entered the rooms. "I just wanted to say-" He stopped when he heard what Joe was reading. "Oh. Um, sorry. I'll leave."

"It's not what it looks like!" Both men stumbled over their words as they attempted to explain the situation.

"Of course it's not." Anakin backed away slowly.