Disclaimer: I still don't speak Scots Gaelic nor Irish Gaeilge aside from a few words ( I do know slightly more Gaeilge though), so if my translations are wrong then blame Google Translate, not me. I also don't own any character that is not my own creation, obviously. Wish I did though. Could use the kind of money Star Wars rakes in.

A/N: Sorry about the length of the last chapter, plumbers and accessor came by to handle the whole water heater blowing up thing so I didn't have as much time and was exhausted by the end of it. I'll try to make up for it here.

Caibideil 7

A few hours had passed since Ahsoka had landed the ship, and she saw Barriss return to the Temple with a renewed spring in her step. Not ignoring her friend's now thoroughly crumpled clothes, Ahsoka smiled and asked, "Enjoy yourselves?"

"Very much so," Barriss replied with a grin.

"I went ahead and gave the Council our full mission report, I told them you had an emergency."

"Thanks," Barriss said, "I still can't believe you convinced me to shirk my duties like that." She chuckled, "Master Unduli is right, you are a bad influence."

"I prefer to think of myself as your counter-balance."

"So…"

"So… what?"

"Have you called your boyfriend yet?" Barriss asked in a half-mocking tone, pinching Ahsoka's cheek.

"No, Wrinkleball, not yet."

Barriss blushed, "Is it that obvious?"

"Oh yeah."

Composing herself Barriss continued with her teasing, "I held up my end of the deal, now you do yours."

"I'm waiting until tomorrow."

"Ahsoka," Barriss started, a look of annoyance on her face.

"I'm not putting it off!" Ahsoka defended, "It's just that tomorrow marks a year and a half since we first met. I thought it'd be more appropriate to say something then."

"Aww, look at you trying to be romantic," Barriss teased, then realized "Where's your sister?"

"Oh, uh, Padmé said she wanted to show her around for a bit. Get her used to Coruscant and maybe get her some more normal-looking clothes?"

Lux walked through the halls of the Senate. It still felt weird to be here, and the glares some Senators gave him hardly made him any more comfortable. He just put his earpiece back in and hit play on his audiobook, Confidence and Success with the Opposite Sex. He wasn't sure how effective this guy's "advice" that bordered on outright attacking a woman of interest would be, but at the time the little blurb on the marketplace sounded good.

He had had a small fling with Steela before her untimely death but was generally really bad at flirting, the closest thing he had to "success" was assaulting Ahsoka to get her to shut up during the whole Death Watch debacle. He was determined to tell Ahsoka how her really felt about her. He knew she was a Jedi; he knew she probably didn't feel anywhere near the same way, especially after said Death Watch incident, but he had to get it out in the open if for no other reason than his own sanity. He had heard from Senator Chuchi that she had come back from a mission, and this may be his last chance for who knows how long. The only problem was figuring out where she actually was. Maybe he could stop by and ask Padmé, but she would just laugh and give him some hour-long abstract story where she was obviously the main person in a relationship with a Jedi but would refuse to admit it. Chuchi, admittedly quite understandably, wasn't really a fan of him and was not willing to say if she even knew where Ahsoka was. Barriss was there for some reason and winked at him saying that "She'll find you," before pushing him out of the room and locking the door.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of that but… there. She was standing on one of the balconies staring at the Coruscanti cityscape. She was wearing a beautiful turquois dress, form-fitting yet modest, and matching shoes. She seemed somewhat confused, as if having never been to this wing of the Senate yet, which seemed possible, there were some Senators who had been here for decades and still hadn't seen the whole building. The busy sky was the perfect backdrop to her petite frame. He was so concerned with taking in the beautiful sight of the beautiful woman that he almost forgot that he was still listening to his audiobook.

"When you find a girl you like, you've just gotta go for it man," the Twi'lek author said, "You just gotta go in and tell her, 'Hey! You, me, dinner.' If you just bleed confidence, she'll fall all over ya."

Turning off his earpiece he nodded, fixed his hair, and took a few deep breaths to hype himself up. Walking right up to Ahsoka, he put an arm around her hip and spun her to face him, "I will go insane if I don't tell you this now, but…" he almost stopped due to his own nerves. No! He had to finish, he had gotten this far already, " I love you! I haven't stopped thinking about our kiss on Carlac. You're all I can think about!" She was struggling to get out of his arms but he stood firm, " So what do you say we go out to dinner, my treat of course, and we'll-" That was the last thing he managed to say before Gràinne punched him in the face, knocking him out.

When Lux woke up, he was lying in a hospital bed. Trying to process what happened, he noticed that he was wearing a neck brace, casts on both arms, had extreme pain in his abdomen and groin, and couldn't even feel his left leg or nose. He wasn't sure if he was blind in his right eye or it was swollen shut, he hoped the latter. Ahsoka sat sheepishly in the corner beside his bed, which caused him to slightly jump, at least as much as his condition allowed him to.

"What was that Ahsoka?! Why did you almost kill me?!"

"Umm, funny story," Ahsoka nervously chuckled.

"Hilarious I'm sure."

"Turns out I have a twin sister I didn't know about until a last week, and you just so happened to meet her."

Lux's open eye twitched slightly. Of course it was just his luck to ask out the wrong woman and to do it as aggressively as he did. Poor girl probably thought she was being attacked by some deranged pervert. Coughing as he tried to sit up, "Well, that explains that."

"So, what was it that you said to her?"

"Uh," Lux paused, wondering if he really wanted to tell her. Of course if he lied then her sister would tell her anyway and he'd look even worse. "Basically that… um… I-I-I love you." Ahsoka's montrals darkened at the sentence. "And I wanted to know if you wanted to go to dinner with me in the near future." Ahsoka sat frozen with a hand on his bed, he wasn't quite sure if her look was one of shock or horror, "I-I understand if you don't want to and-"

"Yes," she whispered, almost inaudibly. Repeating herself more loudly she told him, "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

"Great! I, um, well I'm not sure when I'll be getting out of here. How long was I out?"

"Three days."

Just then a medical droid walked in followed by a Nautolan doctor, "Senator Bonteri! Glad to see you're finally awake. We were starting to worry about you almost as much as your girlfriend was," he said pointing at Ahsoka

"Girlfriend?" Lux asked, looking at her in confusion.

"That's what I was looking for you for when I saw my sister beating you to a bloody pulp."

"I'm sure that was a flattering look for me."

"Just be glad she didn't have her sword on her. That blade's almost as big as I am. No idea how she swings that thing around, but she can do some damage with it."

"I'll count that as a blessing then."

The doctor cleared his throat, grabbing their attention. "Anyway, your injuries were pretty extensive when you rolled into the OR. A concussion, seven fractures in your arms, the nose was practically destroyed, a ruptured testicle, a burst appendix, a bruised spleen, substantial nerve damage to your left leg and lower back, six cracked vertebrae, nine slipped discs, 12 cracked ribs,"

"And a mynock in a jogan tree?" Lux joked, actually earning a smirk from the doctor.

"I can see your sense of humor survived unscathed at least," the doctor quipped before continuing, "You'll be able to walk again, but it will take months of physical therapy, perhaps even years."

"Wonderful," Lux replied, "Umm, doctor? Can we have a moment alone please?"

"Of course Senator."

After the doctor and medical droid left the room, he looked at Ahsoka and asked, "So what all happened?"

"While you were out?"

"All of it."

Ahsoka recounted her time in Scotland to him, with him laughing at her newly discovered allergy despite his ribs screaming at him to stop. Finally she told him about Barriss's book, not sparing any details, then smacked the stupid grin off his face when he was enjoying those details.

"Ow!"

"You know you deserved that."

"Did she tell you who it is?"

Ahsoka smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes I would."

Ahsoka leaned in, "Barriss and Riyo have been dating for a year. They're all about her."

"Huh, well that explains why Barriss shoved me out of Chuchi's office and locked the door behind me."

Ahsoka busted out laughing, almost falling out of her seat. "Anyway I went to go find you to ask you out. I was pretty nervous, I'll admit, but I made a promise to Barriss that if she spent a few hours with Riyo that I'd see you and we'd be honest with each other. That's when I saw a growing crowd of politicians cheering and laughing at something."

"Me getting pummeled?"

"Yep."

Lux made a sort of pained noise, "Well, I think the most injured thing was my pride."

"Anyway, Gràinne was screaming her Scottish gibberish and wailing on your unconscious body. I managed to tackle her to the ground, but I tore Padmé's dress that she was wearing. She bit me a few times while the ambulance arrived, and the crowd dispersed. Still have the marks, pretty sure they're going to scar."

"Wait," Lux asked wide-eyed, "Aren't Togrutas venomous?"

Ahsoka started laughing again, "You actually believe that old myth? We just made that up so people would leave us alone. It didn't work."

"Right," Lux replied somewhat embarrassed, "So where is your sister?"

"Locked in Padmé's apartment at the moment. I think she offered to fix her dress."

"Good luck, I've seen the kinds of things that woman wears."

"Well just be glad her fiancé wasn't there."

"Of course! I aggressively ask out the wrong woman, get my butt kicked, and she's practically married!"

"It took all of Obi-Wan's negotiation skills to convince him to not put his axe through your head while you were out."

"Obi-Wan? Who all knows what happened?"

"Everyone Lux. Literally everyone in the Republic. It's been in the news since it happened, and why it happened. You might have a case for a lawsuit if you want to go after that idiot author."

"I want to try and minimize my humiliation thank you."

"Oh sweetie," Ahsoka chuckled, petting his hair, "It's way too late for that. Oh, and Anakin might also want your head on a spike."

Padmé knocked on Gràinne's door, holding some takeout from Dexter's Diner. "Gràinne, are you hungry?" No answer, but she could have sworn she heard humming. She knocked again and said, "I'm opening the door now."

As it swished open, she saw Gràinne completely absorbed in her sewing, humming and now singing some Gaelic song as she worked:
Hù ri rì o hù o
Ro-ho i o hi o

Gaol ise gaol i
Gaol air Anna ni' n Nill
Mi dualach mi donn
Mi mar chuthaig an coill'
Mi mar smeòraich an craoibh
Mi gu biorshuilleach binn
Mi torrach mi trom

E o hao-o hao o
Chan ann le balach mo throm
Ach leis an lasgaire dhonn
Mac fir Bhaile nan Long
Leis an eireadh na suinn
Leis an diant' an t-òl trom
Gaol ise gaol i
Gaol air Anna ni' n Nill

Hù ri rì o hù o
Ro-ho i o hi o

Padmé was perplexed by the meaning of the song, which she found to be quite pretty and cleared her throat to get Gràinne's attention.

Eventually succeeding, Gràinne put down her needle and thread and asked, "Aye? Met'inks yer dress'll be good as new by sundown."

"That's great. I brought food."

"Oh, great," Gràinne replied, forcing a pained smile. Everything here tasted awful and she couldn't wait to get back to Scotland where she could actually taste the food and not just whatever weird spices that they poured on everything. At least she hoped the spices were that terrible and not the actual meat itself.

Recognizing the expression, "Don't worry, I ordered the blandest thing on the menu for you, no spices at all," she said, revealing a simple nuna sandwich with cheese and chips.

Gràinne crossed herself, "Beannaich sinn, O Thighearna, agus iad sin, Do thiodhlacan, a tha sinn gu bhith a 'faighinn bho do bholtachd. Tro Chrìosd, ar Tighearna. Amen," and then tried the sandwich first, finding the meat to be tough and chewy but still relatively good. Like beef almost, something they only ate on rare occasions or feast days. She wasn't a huge fan of the cheese but it was passable.

"You know," Padmé started, "Lux is awake now."

"'Bout time the perverted lust-monger woke up. He t'ought I was me sister? Idiot doesn't een have the decency to be a civilized man to'ards a woman he wants!"

"Okay, um, Gràinne that's the sort of thing," Padmé attempted to reply before being cut off again.

"Another thing, the numpty's useless in a fight. Me sister doesn't have a boyfriend; she's got a girlfriend, that's what he is!"

"G-Gràinne…"

"I mean goin' up and just grabbing a woman by her erse and saying, 'I love ye,' he's aff 'is heid."

"Gràinne…"

"Then he gets knocked out for tree days in one hit? Me nana could take more baytin' than that!"

"We don't solve our problems by punching them Gràinne," Padmé finally managed to spit out, "And he was knocked out for three days because after you knocked him out you kept beating him."

"Aye, he deserved it."

Conceding if only to get her to listen Padmé replied, "I'm not saying he didn't, I'm saying don't punch people or bite your siblings so hard that they start bleeding everywhere with a chunk missing from their arm."

"T'ey sewed it back on!"

At this point Padmé just groaned in frustration.

"Just… don't… do it again. Please."

At the Temple, Anakin and Séamus were fuming in the courtyard. Both wanted Bonteri dead for different reasons while Obi-Wan was trying to calm them both down, as he had been the past three and a half days. It seemed like whenever he managed to prevent one from going on a killing spree the other was worked up again. At this point he was exhausted and half ready to give up. "Why not blow off some steam with some training Anakin. If need be imagine Lux's face on the droid until you've killed him enough times to sate your anger?"

Before Anakin could respond, Séamus stood, grabbing his axe from the nearby wall and started brandishing it towards Anakin, "Aye, Kenobi, but why not fight each other?"

Anakin smirked, "Alright then, let me grab something that isn't a lightsaber. Wouldn't want to make your pretty axe scrap metal."

Séamus began to guffaw at the tiny man's arrogance. "I'll give ye 'til tomorrow. First ting in tae mornin'."

"You're on," Anakin replied, shaking Séamus's large hand.

Obui-Wan shook his head but figured it was better than them teaming up to murder a Republic Senator and walked away. At the other end of the courtyard, he noticed Masters Secura and Unduli staring up in the branches of the large tree. "Masters? What seems to be the concern?" he asked.

"How did he get up there?" Aayla asked to no one in particular.

"Baa," replied Angus the sheep, before taking in a mouthful of leaves.