Disclaimer: All characters are, I guess, copyright of Lucasfilm and George Lucas. I'm not too clear if cheese is one of the leading exports of Bothawui, but nevermind.

NB: This is fairly lightweight stuff; was going to write something else but then I wrote this. Enjoy or enjoy not. There is no middle ground in this case I think ;)

---Bothan Cheese---

It was an unusually cold day in the Jedi Temple. Although the Jedi Padawan were from a variety of species from many, many worlds, the temperature of the great exhibition hall was kept at a constant 70 degrees Fahrenheit (well, the Republic equivalent of Fahrenheit...), but today it seemed much cooler to Obi Wan Kenobi.

It wasn't of course. He looked at the display on the far wall from him as it cycled through time, date and ambient temperature, and sure enough it read as 70 degrees. There was something about today... Something not right. He was about to give a demonstration on lightsaber technique, but he didn't know how good he would be with this feeling nagging at the back of his mind.

He stretched out with the Force, calming his mind, detaching his thoughts from the bustle of the students as they entered the hall... What was wrong?

His mind could not trace the source of anxiety, it was almost as if he had been in this place and time before; (the term deja vu probably isn't a common one on Coruscant...) his conscious mind was trying to alert him to something, so he stopped his searchings with the Force and came back to the world. He opened his eyes and focused back on the hall.

-Jedi Kenobi?- said a voice in his head, -Something to say have you?-

It was Master Yoda. The small green alien, was standing with a puzzled look on his face, his wrinkles seeming uncertain whether to frown or to let his mouth hang open in amazement. He was in the doorway of the hall, flanked on all sides by Padawan who were just staring at him. What was there problem?

-My Master- he began in his Force voice, when he realised that they were staring at his body.

He looked down. His robes weren't there. His belt with his lightsaber wasn't there. In fact...

He was naked. That would explain the cold.

"Aaaargh!" he screamed, as he woke up. The third time that week! He'd dreamt that he was naked in the great hall three days in a row! What the hell was going on...

He stretched his arms as far as they would go and then he slapped himself a few times in the face to try and wake himself up more. Thank the Force that no-one had picked up on his state of mind whenever he went into the hall. Maybe a glass of water would settle his mind.

He got up and started to walk to the bathroom so that he could get a drink, when he heard someone stirring in his room.

He spun around, mind fully awake and alert now, his Jedi-enhanced senses going into to overdrive.

"Who's there?" he demanded.

A voice mumbled something from his bed, and so Obi Wan waved his hand and turned on the light to see...

Yaddle.

In his bed.

Naked.

"What's wrong lover?" she asked sleepily, scratching her cheek; "Can't you sleep? I know something that'll make you sleep, come over here and let me take care of it..."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

Obi Wan woke up, drenched in sweat, clutching at his bedsheets. He looked around his bedroom. There was no one there. He slapped himself in the face to check that he was awake. He remembered that he had done that when he thought he was awake the first time, so he ran quickly into the bathroom, and sloshed his face with cold water.

He was awake. Thank the Force he was awake.

That was the last time he ate Bothan cheese before he went to sleep...

THE END