1st chap = disclaimers except for one. One of the lines has been paraphrased from the Harrison Ford version of Sabrina. Who ever wrote that screen play gets the credit. BTW it's a great film, you should watch it if you like romances.

YAY DONE WITH FINALS!!!!!! I'm really behind with my writing due to the fact that I had to write an 18 page paper and do a 22 minute video tape presentation. UGH. I would much rather write fic.

No one in particular: Sorry for dragging you away from your studying. But, hey I was writing the last chapter when I was supposed to be writing term papers ;)

ShortySC22: I wish I was going somewhere warm. Ah, well it's pretty warm here now. We're getting Ice storm warnings instead of Snow storm warnings. We made it up to thirty today!

Cammy: You'll probably want to strangle Jacen again. But look on the bright side, he's a Jedi, he can handle it.

Lynx: Thanks

Fire Senshi: here you go.

Heidi M.: No they don't know. Anakin was going to spill his whole guts to the family, but then Callista called and Jacen started poking at his story as unbelievable. He wanted to be taken seriously, so he thought claiming Obi-wan as his Master would be too far fetched. At least that's my take on it.

BTW I couldn't remember the color of Jacen's lightsaber, so I made it green.

Not very fond of the end of this chapter, but I needed to get some stuff going, so it just got tagged on the end.

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    Anakin woke up to the unfamiliar smell of bacon. Well, bacon burning was unfamiliar.

Half awake he mused that Obi-Wan had to be cooking. Qui-Gon always said that the only reason Obi-Wan wasn't four hundred pounds was because he couldn't cook anything but dessert and tea.

  Then reality kicked in. He was at "home." That meant someone cooked about as good as his Master did. Joy.

Putting on his best "I'm not hungry; I'll just have a cup of juice" look, he bravely strode out to the kitchen. There, he beheld Mara Jade still cooking already burnt bacon.

"You know, you're supposed to take it off once it starts to burn."

"It wouldn't get thoroughly charred that way. Farmboy deserves to eat this after I had to go to dinner with 'I am Queen of the universe' last night."

Anakin nodded with a smirk and reached for a piece of fruit. Mara glanced at the chrono.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"It's not early." He mumbled as he rummaged around for juice.

"It's 5:15 in the morning."

"Master usually has me up at 5:00. His master tortured him, now he tortures me. If I succeed, I get someone of my own to torture."

Mara grinned. "Perfect! Now all I have to do is make sure Luke doesn't wake up before this cools down. The only thing worse than burnt bacon is cold, burnt bacon."

"You're not going to make him eat that are you?"

"Nope. I'm going to make him take me out for breakfast. I do this often. Why do you think no-one else got up?"

"She is evil."

Mara stopped at the sudden turn of the conversation. She knew who he was talking about, but before she could ask, Jacen wandered into the kitchen. Great, just what she needed.

Green eyes bored into Jacen. Hopefully, he'd gotten his head screwed on straight before he got up. Jacen looked for the last piece of fruit only to see that Anakin was eating it. His eyes narrowed. Mara almost screamed in frustration. No, he didn't get his head screwed on straight.

"How is the newest "Jedi" in the family this morning?" Jacen asked in a pleasant voice.

Anakin refused to get angry. He knew this game. He'd played it enough with smuggling gangs. "I'm fine. Did you sleep well?"

"You think you've got the perfect answer for everything don't you?"

"No, but I humbly accept your compliment."

Mara felt Luke waking up in the spare bed room. He could feel the tension building through the Force. That meant that the rest of the family would be awake soon also.

"You're no Jedi, I can prove it!"

Luke was in the kitchen now, Jaina on his heels.

"If you wish to offer your proof, I find no problem with that."

"Fine, fight me with your lightsaber. We'll see who is a Jedi, and who is just a con after our money and position."

"Jacen," Luke interrupted, but was cut off by Anakin.

"That's okay Master Luke. If he wants to prove himself, I will give him the opportunity. I believe that 1:00 would be an excellent time don't you?"

Jacen nodded tersely and stalked out of the kitchen past his mother. Before anyone could speak to Anakin, he turned and left in the opposite direction. He needed to meditate before he gave into the temptation of anger.

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    Leia watched as her two children approached each other in the small area below her. She had watched her children duel many times, but never had it been Jacen against Anakin. Never had there been such animosity in a fight.

     Anakin walked towards his brother who was already on the dueling mat. His saber was in his hand. He'd dug it out from its hiding place earlier in the day, and had gone through some exercises in his bedroom.

    Seeing Luke nod. Anakin bowed and ignited his deep golden blade. Jacen's green one sprung to life as he took an aggressive move towards Anakin.

The blow was easily parried. Anakin continued his method of retreat as Jacen again and again took the aggressive stance. Anakin was getting tired. He didn't want to hurt his brother, but Jacen was fighting like this was a battle to the death.

Anakin reached out to the Force and almost buckled when it slammed into him. He forgot he didn't need to pull so hard now that he didn't have his inhibitor on. Jacen might be good, but he wasn't that good, nor was he fighting clearly. Time to end this, and end it so Jacen wouldn't think he'd gotten lucky.

Anakin flipped backwards. Jacen lunged forward. But instead of Anakin retreating like he had before, he somersaulted over his brother. His blade swung around in and arc as he turned to face his competition. Jacen met the blow, but surprise was written on his face. The look was quickly mastered. Good for him. But, that was hardly the only trick he'd learned from two Jedi Masters and a former Sith Lord.

Treat your fight as a sacred dance, Anakin. A mistake when not fatal is nothing more than a bridge to your next move. Obi-Wan's voice entered his head. It wasn't exactly applicable in all situations, but it would work here. He'd let Jacen wear his body down, but he had ten times the basic saber skills.

Luke watched in concern. Jacen was one of the best. And Anakin was being beat to a pulp. He'd given the match five minutes tops, so had Leia. Mara and Han had bet them otherwise. Winning would be great, but he didn't want Anakin hurt. That leap had to have cost the kid a lot of energy. Mara hit him on the arm. She knew what he was thinking, and she didn't like it.

Jacen struck again. His blow was barely parried. Anakin backed up. Jacen moved in for the win. Anakin was against the wall. He had no where to go. Jacen hesitated. Did Anakin just grin? Ignoring the trill's the Force sent him, Jacen attacked, and promptly felt a boot connect with his stomach.

Anakin spun to the right and moved away from the wall as Jacen recovered. His brother straightened up.

"That was a good trick. But not good enough to defeat a true Jedi."

"Well, I guess that I'd have to bisect your arm to win as a true Jedi going by your standards."

It was not something his Master would have liked to hear him say, but Anakin saw that he'd hit a nerve. Jacen was now unbalanced more than he'd been earlier. Too bad, this was going to be too easy now.

Mara had seen enough fights in her time to know that Anakin had been playing possum through the whole fight. Now she had the satisfaction of seeing her instincts prove true. Anakin had gone form barely deflecting blows to twisting and parrying blows before Jacen even thought of them. His lightsaber was a blur. His footwork was incredibly intricate, and smooth. She'd seen better, but from first glance he could defeat the majority of the knights and a couple of the Jedi masters.

Jacen's lightsaber flew across the room and rolled to a stop at Luke's feet.

Anakin had his blade calmly pointed at Jacen's throat. Jacen was panting; Anakin looked like he'd just jaunted down the block. Han looked like he was on top of the world.

"What was that the twins promised us Mara? The latest sensor array's on our ships?"

Luke ignored Han. "It would appear that Anakin tells the truth. I have never seen a display of saber skills like that except from other Jedi."

"Or Sith." Jacen chimed in, although his voice held no conviction in it.

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      Anakin looked at the verdant forests of Yavin IV. The family had decided to take him to the Jedi Academy before the news broke. Now, a week later, he was glad they decided that. It was bad enough here. The press was hovering around the academy like flies on carrion. He could only imagine what it would have been like on Coruscant.

   They had to finally limit the visitors to the academy. There had been no peace until they did. The Republic had stationed Jaina as a special enforcer of the no-fly zone currently around the planet.

Anakin shook his head. When did he become so important? He supposed that the story he told just added to the fire. Currently, they were just starting the investigation into his claims, but soon he would have to be sharing very specific details. And those details weren't going to be pleasant to deal with.

  Jacen was still being rude, but at least he quit calling him a fake Jedi. Jaina was caught between her brothers. She usually ended up spending her free time around Kyp.

   At least Kyp was something he and Jacen agreed on. Anakin swore that Kyp was staring at Jaina's rear end every time he turned around. Not that it surprised him; Jaina was pretty good looking as far as relatives went. But Kyp's attitude really got to him. The man honestly thought he was above virtually everything. Blech!

Anakin heard a noise behind him. He turned around.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to see the sun set."

Anakin fought off a stupid grin. His brain had automatically charted out the girl's characteristics. And his brain liked them. In fact his hormones liked them too. Cute and Blonde. Great, just great. Obi-wan would probably kill him if he knew that Anakin had a crush. Not that Obi-wan wasn't normally very tolerant, but he had certain idiosyncrasies from the last Anakin he trained.

"Oh, you're not interrupting. Not anything important."

She smiled at him and padded over beside him. Her bare feet barely made a sound.

"You always walk around barefoot?"

"Sith invented shoes. I prefer to be free of them unless absolutely necessary."

"Must be nasty when you're rock climbing."

"I said I wear them when necessary. Dork, you're giving me a hard time and I don't even know your name."

Anakin started at the comment. Everyone knew who he was. At least lately they did. Half the new Order stared and pointed when he walked by; the other half constantly plied him with questions.

"Anakin."

"Oh, I see. Can I ask you a question?"

Anakin braced himself for anther round of highly personal questions.

"Sure."

"How old are you?"

He almost laughed in relief, finally a normal question. "18. Now why don't you tell me your name and age?"

"Tahiri, and I'm 16."

Sixteen? Jailbait. Obi-Wan wouldn't have to worry for at least two more years. But, there wasn't anything wrong with being friends.

"Glad to meet you."