The One Clone

-Aphrdite

A/N: Okay, so I'm not a die-hard Star Wars Fan. I am a fan of George Lucas and all of his movies…so I am a Star Wars fan. Pardon me if I forget people's names, or places and stuff like that. I'm trying :o(So! Forgive me if I misspell, get people mixed up, etc. I'm trying my best here! It is not my fault that this story line has plagued me since last night when I saw Epi II!  Oh! If your going to flame, make it at least an INTERESTING laugh for me…Seriously. And TELL ME why it's not any good…Please?

Anakin sat in a large meeting room, the other Jedi surrounding him. Yoda was speaking in his low crackly voice about some cloning that was going on. He wasn't exactly listening very intently. Like usual he was thinking more about Padmé then what Master Yoda was talking about.

"Padawan Anakin…" Yoda turned to him, "You are not listening."

"I'm sorry Master Yoda. I was thinking of something else…" Anakin looked down almost shamefully.

Yoda nodded his forgiveness, "As I was saying…this single clone…she is not like the rest of her kind. She has a mind of her own this one. They are calling her simply Saba, after her original's grandmother or something of the sort. They want to know what we want them to do with her."

"Why do they not just keep her there? Have her help them out some how?" Windu asked, "Why are they bothering us with her?"

"They say she is overly…creative. She plays with the other clone's training techniques. She gets in their way."

"I'll take care of her…" Anakin couldn't believe he had done what he had just did.

"What are you talking about?" Obi Wan turned to him, "You cannot take care of a clone."

"Well, I mean…I have nothing else to do. I no longer have to watch over the Princess-" Of course you don't stupid. You're married to her "-I was just thinking it would be a…good new assignment before I take my tests."

Yoda stared at him for a long moment, scrutinizing him, trying to make a decision, "I see no reason why. The clone is not dangerous."

Obi Wan was silent next to him, thinking it over as well, along with the rest of the Jedi's in the room, until he spoke, "Alright. Whatever Master Yoda has to say will be the final decision."

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Anakin stood outside of the landing area, a load of Clones just arriving. With them was the supposed Saba, of whom he was taking sole possession over. He saw her exit, with the help of two guards on either side of her, who were dragging her towards him.

"Have fun with her Anakin…" the guard tossed her at his feet, "She's handful."

"Bastards!" She cursed them, standing to her feet, and then turning to him, "I see your Anakin Skywalker…I expected a little more…"

"A little more what exactly?" He asked, mildly confused.

"Oh you know…muscular build here, and here…" the female clone motioned towards his arms, and legs, "Maybe a little around here." She circled his chest, "You know…where there are usually muscles. Maybe it's just me, but a lot of the Jedi's I've seen aren't very muscular."

"Oh." Anakin nodded, slightly baffled by the clone. She was so…unclonish. He knew she wouldn't take orders well, and that she had a completely different mind of her own. She was very much like her original

"Come with me." Anakin turned, and lead her further in, towards his chambers that he would be sharing with her, "I'll show you to your room."

For some reason, Saba decided not to push her luck with this one. She could sense the evil in him, and saw that it would be best to just simply do as he said, "Of course."

They entered the simply decorated main room, and Anakin spoke to her again, "Your room is on the left. If you should need anything at night, I'll be on the right." He motioned to each door in turn, "There is food in the refrigerator should you need anything. Feel free to make yourself at home."

Saba nodded. For some odd reason, his evil level seemed to pass and go. When he first met her, they were low, but they were sinking lower and lower…She would hate to see them at a high, "Of course."

"I'm going to leave you here for a few minutes to report to Master Obi Wan…I'll be back promptly." Anakin strode past her, and as the door slid shut, she turned to look at the room.

Saba looked around the simple room. Mostly it was decorated with brown cloth over the windows as curtains, and occasionally the must grey one. It looked comfortable enough, although a bit shabby…

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"So, she has arrived?" Obi Wan walked with his young Padawan towards their rooms, "And what of her?"

"She is very out spoken, Master. I'm afraid she's not very respectful either. So far she seems to mind me though."

"She has been here only a few minutes, Anakin." The older man shook his head, "Do not judge people by their first appearances."  He nodded at the Padawan, "I'll be in my rooms."

Anakin sighed, before entering his own chambers, to find Saba sitting sweetly in a chair, reading a book she had found lying about.

"I trust everything is in order?" She asked, turning the page of the book, her mind processing it faster then the average human.

"Quite." He pulled his glove off his mechanical hand, and flexed his fingers. He wore the glove over it, because he found it was kind of difficult not to get things caught in it while training. Sure, it made it a little difficult to hold the saber, but it was even more difficult to hold it WITHOUT the glove as well.

Saba looked at him, then his arm, but made no comment as she continued on with her book.

"How old are you?" He questioned her.

"In human, or clone years?" She asked.

"Both."

"In HUMAN years, I'm ten. I was one of the few female clones made. There's only about…ten of us? In clone years, I'm about twenty. We age a human year about every six months."

Anakin sat across from her, continuing to flex his mechanical fingers. It wasn't actually him doing it though. Sometimes it did it all on its own, "Oh."

"Could you please stop doing that with your hand? It's distracting."

"I'm sorry." He clasped his hands together, which was awkward, because his mechanical hand was a little bit larger then his normal hand, but he could find no other way to stop it.

The room grew silent, save for the pages of her book turning. Finally Anakin broke the silence as he stood.

"I think I'll retire."

"M-Huh."

Anakin stared down at her for a moment, "Your not like the other clones, are you?"

"No."

The answer was short, and sweet. She knew he had known what the answer was before he had asked. He just wanted to hear it from her lips. When he did, he turned on his heel, and retreated from the room.