Disclaimer: We've established the fact that if I owned Star Wars, it would not be in the position it is in now.

A/N: Right. I feel the need to explain that it was the Junior Jedi Knights series that got me interested in Star Wars in the first place, and so it will always has a place in my heart, especially the first three. Hence my adoration of Anakin and Tahiri - I grew up with them, grew into science fiction, when I still thought Star Wars was that icky movie with the big, mean slug and not enough rainbows. So this chapter sprang from that, and it's a tribute to me and to the truest things Star Wars has to offer. JJK may not have been the best, but it was the truest to the heart of Star Wars.

Dedicated: To everyone who has loved Star Wars, does love Star Wars, and will love Star Wars. May it get out of this rut!

Second to last chapter! *sob*

Chapter XXIV: Peace to All

"You know, you really can't leave this room till you pick a name," Tahiri pointed out.

The assembled - those friends and family Anakin would always subconsciously think of as his 'resurrection committee' - had hashed out every detail of the life of the young, Force-talented Dathomirian boy who'd stowed away aboard a cruiser to get off his homeworld and away from an abusive mistress. How he'd found the Jedi and the Errant Venture was simple enough - he'd gotten picked up by the Solo twins and their friends on their way back. Tenal Ka even promised to show him how to do up his insanely long hair in warrior's braids to keep it off his face, and enforce his Dathomirian image.

What they didn't have yet was a name, and a name he would need, soon, before he emerged into life aboard the space-bound Jedi Academy.

His name had always been a big part of his life - he'd wondered a lot when he was young why his mother had chosen that name, and whether it would put him on the path to the Dark Side, whether he wanted to or not. Tahiri had been one of those who'd helped convince him that his name did not dictate who he was. Just as now, though he knew he would grow into whatever name he chose, he would always answer to Anakin. It was a link to who he was, his legacy - his family and friends who would always, always be there for him, alive or dead, Light or Dark.

"Maybe I won't pick a name, and stay in here forever," he teased.

"Do you want me to start calling you Ani?"

He groaned. Of all the things to remember from being dead - Lusa calling him that embarrassing nickname!

Waitaminute . . .

"Massassi Ani."

"Hmm?" Tahiri looked up at him from where she was laying, quite happily, in his lap.

"I think you may have to start calling me Ani, love."

Tahiri sat up. "Your name? Massassi Ani? You're naming yourself after the Massassi?"

"It's more a tribute to – us, to our first real test as a team." Anakin watched Tahiri. "When we freed those Massassi children . . . it's still one of the best things I think I've ever done. And considering some of the stupid, costly things I've done since then, it sort of stands out as a shining moment. And of course, it was us – you and me, no one else. Ikrit helped, but we were the children, strong in the Force and dedicated to the battle of good against evil."

Tahiri smiled. "Peace to all."

Massassi Ani, who was going to have to get used to his new name, picked up Tahiri's hand and kissed it lightly. "Exactly."

*

"Massassi Ani?" Tenel Ka frowned a bit, considering. "You realize you run the risk of people recognizing the name of the race?"

"It's an ancient, dead race, on one moon, and while a few of the Jedi might recognize it, the odds are that it's a random coincidence, so long as the name fits Dathomirian standards. Besides, what's the likelihood that anyone's going to associate the race of the Massassi with Anakin Solo?"

Tenel Ka shrugged, and okayed the name, because while men may not have names on Dathomir, a boy in his position would probably have chosen a name formed in the fashion of his homeworld.