Author Note: Hey guys! I'm so glad you all like it! Here's a slightly longer chapter for you, all about Anakin and what he gets up to when he's ill. Also, i'd just like to say now that all you Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter fans, no offence was meant. It's just a bit of harmless fun because I am actually huge fans of those myself, and would never dream of taking the mick for any reason other than for a bit of fun. So I hope you will forgive me, and as always...

ENJOY!

"Oh honestly Anakin! Grow up! You are not dying, it's just a cold!" Obi-Wan scolded as he collected up all Anakin's tissues off the floor. Unlike Padme, Anakin hadn't even attempted to throw any of his away.

"Obi-Wan, can you tell Yoda that I might not be able to make the Jedi meeting tomorrow because I don't think I'll last the night," Anakin groaned from his bed.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and ignored him as he continued to clear up the tissues. Apparently Anakin hadn't even used some of them, he'd just screwed them up and thrown them on the floor to try and make it seem worse than it really was.

"I'll be back in a minute," he sighed at last, taking the bin out to empty it before it overflowed with snotty tissues.

"Don't leave me! Everything's gone dark!" Anakin cried.

"Then take the covers off your head, you silly fool! And stop being such a baby!"

Anakin scowled at the departing Jedi and crossed his arms. Clearly Obi-Wan was going to be harder to convince than Padme.

Just then he heard laughter from Padme's room, so he climbed out of bed, made sure Obi-Wan was no where in sight then went to investigate.

There was Padme, relaxing in her bed, her every need taken care of, and to Anakin's horror, she was watching his precious TV!

"No fair!" he cried, but Padme just laughed again and Anakin shuffled into the room a little so that he could see the screen. Padme was watching some comedy film about a guy in a brown jacket.

"What's this?" he asked curiously as he perched on the end of her bed.

"It's called Doctor Poo," Padme replied. Clearly Obi-Wan's lemon tea had eased her sore throat considerably and helped bring her voice back. "It's about this guy called Doctor Poo. He travels around the universe in his ship called the TURDIS, which looks like an ordinary porta-loo from the outside, but is a huge luxury bathroom inside, and he fights these farting aliens with his sonic loo roll!"

"Cool," Anakin chuckled as he settled himself back to watch the film too. But just as he'd got comfy Padme kicked him.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"One, you're blocking the screen. Two, Obi-Wan's calling you."

"Oh damn," Anakin muttered as he got up and peered out of the door. Sure enough, Obi-Wan was calling his name. He tried to put on his I'm ill, please be nice to me look, then staggered back to his room.

"There you are," Obi-Wan snapped when he saw Anakin. "I thought you were too ill to get out of bed!"

"I...I had to -" Anakin faked a coughing fit then continued "- I had to say goodbye to Padme. I might never see her again."

"You've been to see Padme?"

Anakin nodded as he fell back into his bed and gave an exaggerated groan. He had been hoping for at least a little sympathy from his former Master, but so far Obi-Wan hadn't been very sympathetic.

"Well then you'll know that she's not well either. But unlike you - "Obi-Wan placed a mug in Anakin's hands. " -she isn't complaining. Infact she'd being the perfect patient."

"Only because she has the tv," Anakin grumbled, but Obi-Wan didn't hear. Then he took a sip of the lemon tea.

"Gross! I thought this was normal tea!" he cried when he realised what it was.

"Anakin, ordinary tea does nothing to cure a cold."

"No, but it'll stop me moaning."

Obi-Wan's eyes lit up at once and he snatched the mug back, raced into the kitchen at record breaking speed and set about making normal tea. He returned a few minutes later with the ordinary tea in Anakin's favourite Starfighter mug.

"Anything else I can get you to stop you from moaning?"

"Um, Pepsi?"

Obi-Wan returned with six cans and set them on the bedside table.

"Magazines?"

Again, Obi-Wan returned with a huge pile of all Anakin's favourite comic books.

"Chocolate?"

Obi-Wan once again returned, this time with a huge bar of chocolate.

"A hot water bottle?"

Soon he had the warmth of a hot water bottle behind his neck aswell.

"A good book?"

Now he had his favourite trilogy - The Lord of the Hyperdrive Rings - sat beside him. Anakin thought for a moment then grinned.

"A tv?"

"Don't push it Anakin!"

"But Padme has one!"

"One, It's her appartment, two, it was her birthday yesterday and three, thats her TV!"

Ok fair point...but I want a tv! My favourite film's on soon!

"Oooooh I feel SO ill!" Anakin howled but Obi-Wan still refused so Anakin frowned, then increased the volume until Obi-Wan had to cover his ears.

"Alright! Alright! Give me half an hour or so and I'll get you a damned TV!" Obi-Wan exclaimed and Anakin nodded, settled back into his red Pod-Racer duvet with a smug grin and picked up a comic book. He began flicking through the pictures as Obi-Wan left to find out where the nearest electrical store could be found.

"Hurry up! I don't want to miss Barry Trotter and the Chancellor's Phone!" he called after Obi-Wan, who just shot him an angry glare and then stormed out of the appartment. Anakin flicked through a few more comics, pulled out some posters then wandered into the kitchen to find some blue tack so that he could stick them above his bed.