Disclaimer: Harley's in my head so I can't possibly see how anyone can 'own' her. Don't

own Star Wars or nothin'.

A/N: All review responses will be posted at the bottom of page.

Shout out to Lalaith, B, Merry, and Pixe. I need help on naming these stupid chapters.

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SHOUTING/EMPHASIS

"Talking"

~Other Language~

Chapter Two: Awakening.

Harley shifted in her sleep; she must be having another vision or dream.

A high, arching ceiling loomed over her and a Blue-skinned woman with an odd

headdress smiled over her.

"Hu...?wha...?" The woman gracefully lowered herself to the girl's side. "Hello

dearie, sleep well?"

"Where am I? Q? q?"

"Your' father left during the night my dear. He won't be back for three more years."

Harley shot up instantly, sleeps residue washed away by panic. "THREE YEARS!? Are

you freaking kidding me?!"

The woman lay a hand on Harley's shoulder "Please, do not shout so."

"I'll scream bloody murder if I damn well feel like it! And stop touching me. I don't

know you!" She harshly slapped away the woman's hand.

As she stuck a stinging slap, Harley's hand was brushed by short hair; her hair.

"What have you done to me? Q! Q!" the girl jumped out of the bed, "you'll pay for this."

The blue woman rose several feet taller than Harley. Picked her up by the collar.

And promptly spanked her.

Harley cursed and swung out at the woman with her foot, kicking the regal woman's arm.

Her headdress quivered- as if it was in pain- and she released Harley who ran as fast as

she could. Yelling for Q.

Harley collapsed onto the stone pavement by a poll that was hidden by strange

plants and sobbed with frustration.

"It's not fair...where is he?"

After her tear ducts were depleted, Harley crawled over to the pool to clean off her face.

What the hell?

a puffy-eyed, raven-haired girl of two frowned from the pool. Harley reached into the

water to make sure that the child was all right; that her imagination wasn't playing tricks

on her. Again.

Miniature waves rolled away from Harley's stubby finger as she fingered the

other girl's cheek.

The image rippled but the reflection was still there. Her reflection was still there.

"I...I don't understand...how...when...WHY? Why did Q leave me here as a child." She

paused and looked about, "where is 'here' anyways?"

"You are in the fountain room." A reflection of a tall, lordly, man slipped beside Harley's

in the pool and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"A bit early to be exploring by yourself isn't it?"

Harley shrugged. "That depends on your definition of early."

The calm hand lifted off of the shoulder and he knelt down so he could look the girl in

the eye.

"What is your' name?"

her gaze snapped from the pool to his face, "Harley. Harley Quin."

'Harley, I'm master Qui-gon Jinn. Would you like me to return you to the children's

wing?"

"no." Harley said firmly. Struggling to maintain composure. "What I desire is to speak

with the person in charge of this establishment."

The Jedi master blinked, taken a bit back. He had never heard a two year-old use

language with such...clarity.

"How old are you Harley?"

"Eighteen."

A liar; sad.

"How old ARE you Harley?"

she glared, "I told you you dunce, I'm eighteen. I know that I don't look it but I really

am."

Qui-gon glared at the child, she returned the daggers.

"I will bring you to master Yoda. Although, it is against my better judgment to aid such a

rude child."

"I'm choosing to ignore that last comment; is this 'Yoda' in charge?"

The Jedi rose to his feet, "He is one of the most highly-regarded Jedi in the council."

Qui-gon offered her his hand.

Harley refused the assistance, "I can walk on my own two feet you know."

His hand retreated to his cloak. "Very well Miss Harley. Come with me."

A/N: Weeeellllll? I know that Harley is being a bit rude but wouldn't you be a bit ticked

if you were put in the body of a two-year-old and no one believed it? I thought so.

Reviews:

Lalaith: Bows Thank you for the spelling correction. Um...I'll...talk to you...at

school...

Bloody Dead Rose: I've seen the error of turning Harley into a four-year-old and your

right. She should be younger. I just can't go to 1 year though, sorry. Took the litmus test,

yep, this is borderline, oh well. Nice web site.