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Obi-Wan returned to his apartment after another excruciating class. He flopped down onto the sofa. Give me a mother bantha protecting her young, give me hungry rancors, give me a gang of armed Toygarians, ANYTHING but this!

Obi-Wan just lay there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what he did to deserve this torture. The door chime sounded, making him jump. I have seriously lost my focus.

He got up to answer the door, knowing Bant was on the other side.

"Hi, Obi-Wan." Bant knew immediately that Obi-Wan was not in a good mood. After her first night back in the Temple, she'd come to find out about everything going on while she was away. She knew her friend had to be completely mortified and out-of-sorts.

"Hi." Bant was usually able to cheer him up. He sincerely needed that about now.

"I heard you had a run-in with Siri."

Obi-Wan looked at her with surprise. "How did you…oh, never mind. I know how. The gossip line is faster than I thought."

Bant looked at her best friend with sympathy. "Well, there were some padawans who overheard your little exchange with Siri. I wouldn't be surprised if she's completely shunned by this evening!" Bant couldn't help but laugh. "It isn't popular right now to say anything mean to or about Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Great. That will make our next encounter that much more pleasant."

"Don't let her get to you, Obi. She's like that with everyone. Why do think little miss poison-dart-for-a-tongue has no friends?"

Obi-Wan cracked up at his friend's description. "How long did it take you to come up with that one?"

Bant smiled. "Not long, actually. It fits her so well." She was happy to hear Obi-Wan laugh again. "Hey, let's go for a swim, just you and me!"

"You know, that's probably just what I need." Obi-Wan went into his room to grab his swimming shorts. "Let's go."

Obi-Wan came out of the changing room near the pool, swimming shorts on, towel hanging over his shoulder. Bant was already in the water. He tossed his towel on a nearby rock, put on his aquata breather and gracefully dived in. He felt completely at ease and free in the water. He and Bant did their usual race to the bottom, which she won, as usual.

Obi-Wan came back to the surface and removed the breather. He went over and stood underneath a waterfall. He loved the feel of the water running down his neck and back. He imagined it washing away his tension.

Then Obi-Wan sensed another presence nearby. He could tell it was either an initiate or a young padawan. It seemed to have gotten Bant's attention. She was standing in the shallows, peering intently into the greenery. He swam over to her and stood up beside her. He heard a gasp, saw the movement of some branches and then heard retreating footsteps. He didn't think much of it, turning back to dive under water.

Bant's hand on his arm stopped him. "Um, Obi-Wan, that was a teenage girl."

Obi-Wan shrugged. "So? She left. What's the big deal?"

"I know teenage girls. I used to be one. I have a feeling that she's going to be back…"

Obi-Wan suddenly didn't want to hear what was coming next.

"…only this time with a lot of her friends."

As if on cue, they suddenly sensed the presence of several more young, female minds. Footsteps got louder, bushes and branches rustled and giggling filtered out of the greenery.

Bant covered her mouth as she sensed even more young female minds entering the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Oh, poor Obi-Wan!

Obi-Wan tried to quell his rising panic. These are little girls, you idiot! Calm down! He steadied his breathing and focused on his mantra. I am a Jedi. I am calm. I can handle this. He sunk further into the water, not wanting to attract any more attention to himself. I must have done something heinous to deserve this.

Up in the Jedi Council chamber, Master Windu answered an incoming call. "Yes?"

"Uh, Master Windu, we've received calls from several masters and creche leaders about their padawans and initiates having gone missing."

Mace's eyebrows knit together. "Missing?"

"Yes, master. And the strange thing is, they're all females."

"Oh, thank you. We will take care of it."

"Thank you, Master Windu."

Mace and Yoda looked at each other and spoke at the same time. "Obi-Wan."

Mace and Yoda left the Council chambers wondering what in the world they were going to find. It didn't take much effort to discover where all the young females in the Temple had gone. There was a cacophony of young female minds emanating from the Room of a Thousand Fountains. They quickly headed in that direction.

Back in the pool, Obi-Wan tried to keep up the facade of calmness. He whispered to Bant through gritted teeth, "Every girl in Temple must be here!"

"I know," she whispered back. "Just stay in the pool."

"No. I'm not going to stay and be studied like some specimen in a lab!" With that, Obi-Wan swam to the bank and gracefully hopped out. He grabbed his towel and headed for the changing room, ignoring the 'oohs,' 'aahs,' sighs and giggles.

All of the girls had stood in the midst of the greenery, hoping against hope that Obi-Wan would do exactly what he just did. They got to see him in nothing but his swimming shorts, dripping wet! They all tried to memorize his gorgeous form as he walked towards the changing room. They collectively sighed, hoping that they would dream about that image that night.

Yoda and Mace entered the Room of a Thousand Fountains and walked over towards the pool in time to see Obi-Wan hop out and head to the changing room. They also got a complete view of the girls' reaction. Mace and Yoda moved closer to the pool and faced the greenery. Both had on their sternest Head Jedi Council member stares. Once the girls noticed them, that was all it took. A herd of young girls stampeded towards the exit to the room.

In no time at all, the room was back to its quiet, soothing calm. Obi-Wan poked his head out from the changing room to see if the coast was clear. Right now he didn't trust that the Force was on his side. It may have tricked him into thinking that all the girls were gone. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, he stepped out of the changing room, this time fully clad in his Jedi gear. He stopped short when he noticed Yoda and Mace standing there. Blast! How could I not have sensed them?

Obi-Wan bowed. "Masters, …how long have you been here?"

Mace lifted an eyebrow. "Since you got out of the pool."

Obi-Wan wanted to kick himself. If he would have just stayed in the blasted pool like Bant had told him to do, he could have avoided that whole last scene! The two leading members of the Jedi Council had witnessed everything that had just transpired. He found himself wishing he could crawl under a rock.

Someway, somehow, Obi-Wan managed to find his voice. "Masters, if you will you excuse me." He bowed again before quickly heading for the exit. He walked briskly down the Temple hallways. He had a destination in mind and nobody who saw him dared interrupt. The Sith-Killer had a look on his face that said, 'If you bother me, I'll kill you.' He knew that it was completely unlike him and completely unbecoming a Jedi, but at this moment he just didn't care!

Obi-Wan strode into the main training room and looked around. Blast, I'm not alone! Within minutes the room had completely cleared out. Everyone who came across his path knew that Obi-Wan Kenobi wanted to be left alone – or else. Obi-Wan ran laps; he climbed the rock wall several times; he kick boxed a padded battle droid (to pieces); and he sparred with the droids specifically built to go up against a master, leaving about twenty of their burning hulks lying on the floor. Finally, all of his pent-up energy spent, Obi-Wan went back to his apartment.

Anakin appeared to already be asleep in his room. Good. Obi-Wan flopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Now guilt plagued him for allowing all his emotions and stress to build up to the point where he'd practically destroyed all of the training equipment and scared the stuffing out of those who'd crossed his path. He ran his hands through his sweat-soaked hair. How did my life become this much of a disaster this quickly?

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Masters Yoda and Windu now stood in the main training room alone. A very agitated training master had called about the swath of destruction Obi-Wan Kenobi had left in his wake. They looked at the scattered pieces of the kick boxing droid and the twenty still-smoking hulks lying on the sparring mat.

Mace looked down at Yoda with an ironic look on his face. "I think maybe we should cancel Obi-Wan's class tomorrow."

Yoda had an equally ironic look on his face. "Right I believe you were about Obi-Wan being hit with too many things at once." He shook his head. "Gotten way out of hand, this obsession with Obi-Wan has. Unlike the past incidents of hero-worship and celebrity this is. Disrupting the Temple and Obi-Wan's life this is. Do something, we must."

Mace nodded his agreement. "I think we should start by meeting with all of the masters and creche leaders of young girls. They need to work with the girls one-on-one about keeping their focus and not allowing a crush to rule their behavior."

"Meet with the masters of the young boys we should as well. Need they do, to be taught the difference between admiration and hero-worship."

Mace looked uncertain. "What about Obi-Wan?" He felt sorry for Obi-Wan. Even though he should probably be reprimanded for his actions this night…

Yoda sighed heavily. "Obi-Wan's guilt I can sense from here. Of the Dark Side his actions were not. Born they were of pent-up emotions and issues not dealt with."

Mace couldn't help but smile. "Along with a healthy dose of embarrassment and frustration." Mace paused in contemplation. "We should have given him time off to deal with everything that's happened. He lost his beloved master to a Sith, killed said Sith, became a knight, became a master to a boy he once thought was dangerous, and came home to find he was a superstar and a heartthrob."

"Yes." Yoda looked up at Mace. "Reprimand Obi-Wan we will not. Beat himself up enough over this, he will. Meet with Obi-Wan the Council will tomorrow afternoon."

Yoda paused as he looked around the training room again. "Agree I do that cancel Obi-Wan's class tomorrow we should." He chuckled as he walked out of the training room.