Author's Thanks:

To my reviewers mixza, Mirwen Sunrider/Elrondiel, Falcona, & mar-isu.

• :) mixza, I like your frankness... but what's IMO? :?

• Nice thought, there, MS/E—showed me I needed to clarify who did the noticing.

Falcona—I didn't know you liked humor fics! :D As you've probably noticed, I'm managing this one a little differently from "Comeback" (the next chapter of which is sluggishly progressing). Let me know what you like more between the two, would you, please?

mar-isu—was the "Go ahead and post more" supposed to be a hint? And do you actually mean that "extremely" in "extremely interesting"? (I'm serious.) If so, I'm doing better at this than I thought...


Author's Note:

I slightly edited chapter one to clarify that Jedi Master Depa Billaba did the noticing.

Also, please note that this is a humor/mystery. Reviewers are welcome to guess at the culprit at any time.

Remember—feel free to be as curt as you want. I will heartily thank you for it.

Enjoy! :)


What You Never Knew.


"Hurry up, Oafy!" whined Jedi Padawan Siri Tachi from outside his door. "I never knew guys took so long to get dressed!"

"You interrupted my shower!" he defended.

He could imagine her mock pouting. "But I'm hungry! Will we have to wait for Master Jinn, too?"

"He went with Master Rhara this morning."

"He doesn't eat with his own Padawan?"

Obi-Wan whirled to slap her for such a sassy tone. Unfortunately, a door stood between them and he hit his hand. "Ow!"

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" he growled, going into the hallway. He glowered at her. "For your information, Master Qui-Gon is mourning an old friend. Today would have been her birthday."

Siri glanced away and spoke quickly. "Friends mourning friends, huh? Let's go stay outta their hair—"

"They aren't here."

"—Well, go get breakfast, at least."

He gave her an odd look. "You really are hungry, aren't you?"

"We missed dinner last night, Oaf."

Obi-Wan sighed. After his slip-up in the bar, she wasn't going to let that one drop for a long time. A sly twist came to his lips. "You missed dinner, you mean."

Siri whirled on him. "What?! You were so panicked over being late and Master Jinn still gave you dinner?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "My Master got in late, too." He kept a straight face under the younger Padawan's scrutiny. She huffed and hurried towards the cafeteria.

Obi-wan grinned and followed.

"Master!" Jedi Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi darted forward and took his Master's arm, supporting him. "What's wrong?"

Master Qui-Gon Jinn gave him an odd look, smirking. His face still red and chest still shaking, he Force-called something to his hands. Siri grabbed for it, but he didn't let her get it. The Jedi Master handed it to his Padawan over the blonde's head.

Blue eyes flashing, Siri demanded, "Let me see it!" Only then did Obi-Wan notice that most of the others in the cafeteria were in comparable states to his Master.

He frowned at the item he held, confused. What could be so amusing about a pair of ballet slippers?

Then he noticed the embroidered inscription.

Siri Tachi

Obi-Wan innocently offered them to Siri. "Were you missing these?"

"What?!" She tore them from him and found her name. She turned beet red. "What the Sith—"

"Tachi," reprimanded Master Billaba.

Siri's rough treatment caused a note to fall out of one slipper. Obi-Wan bent down and picked it up.

And you thought her footwork came from gymnastics.