A/N Wow. Much longer than usual. Anyway, thanks to Fell Dragon, who reviewed, and who also inspired the bulk of this chapter. Finally, your questions will be answered.

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Tiv sat up, blinking groggily. Looking around, she could see that she was in a large, rich-looking bedroom. The lights were off, and the room was empty, but she could here people outside.

Getting up, she saw that she was in a long, white nightgown. Weird, she thought, slightly annoyed that someone had apparently decided that her normal clothes were unfit for sleeping in. She only hoped that it had been one of the women who had been with her when she'd woken up.

Padding quietly to the door, Tiv opened it and peered around. A large room met her eyes, with four boys gathered by one wall, evidently a window. She smiled as she saw Colac. Glad that her brother was alright, and, apparently, getting on well with Boba and the brothers, she slipped into the other room.

As she did so, a loud whirring noise, followed by a series of loud yells, sounded from outside the window. Tiv jumped, her yelp hidden by the sound, but the boys, obviously, found it hilarious.

"Crash and burn!" cried the brothers, slapping each other high fives.

Boba put a comradely arm around Colac's shoulder. "And that, my friend," he told the younger boy solemnly, "Is the fruit of what we, as pranksters, do."

"Fruit?" asked Colac. "I don't get it."

"No… it's an expression," explained Boba. "Like… fruit of our labors… uhh…"

"It's what comes from all our hard work," explained one of the brothers.

"Very, very, hard work," agreed the other.

"Harder than training…"

"Harder than lifting a bantha…"

"It's… pranking!" cried both of the boys in unison.

"What, are you like, twins or something?" asked Tiv, forgetting that she wasn't a part of this conversation. All four started and turned around.

"Not twins, milady," said one brother grandly, bowing.

"Just twin brothers," explained the other, giving his own bow.

Tiv frowned. "That makes no sense whatsoever," she complained.

"Whatsoever!" exclaimed one boy, and both instantly began dancing around in circles, crying, "Whatsoever, whatsoever!" over and over again.

"Wha….?" began Tiv.

Boba grinned. "I can tell you're completely lost," he said. Before she had time to deny it, he continued. "Let me explain." He paused. "No, never mind. Let me pretend to explain, while instead leaving you in just as much confusion as before."

Quickly reaching out, he grabbed one of the boys by the shirt collar. The boy jerked in surprise, then, with the air of one studying to become a court jester, he continued his dancing and singing. His brother did the same, twirling in circles with his arm hooked around an invisible partner's.

"This," explained Boba, "Is Ani, Padawan to Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi." He released the boy, and grabbed the other. "And this is Luke, Padawan to Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker."

He dropped the boy, and both continued their dance, feigning oblivion to the rest of the conversation. At least, Tiv hoped they were feigning it.

"They aren't brothers," continued Boba, unperturbed. "Or even twins. They just happen to look quite a bit alike."

As if on cue, both boys stopped their dancing. Actually, Ani stopped first, and Luke just a beat after him, but it was still very coordinated.

"And have the same last name!" added Ani.

"And have shown up here at the same time!" put in Luke.

"We think we're clones," the chorused.

Tiv rolled her eyes, trying not to look as confused as she truly was.

"And, how many times have you boys practiced this?"

The 'brothers' looked at each other.

"Thirty?" asked Luke.

"Maybe thirty-five," corrected Ani.

"Sounds about right," agreed Boba.

Colac tugged on his sister's sleeve. "Tiv, Tiv, come look what they did," he cried excitedly. "It's what they were doing when that guy whacked you with the door!"

"Oh, now this I've got to see," commented Tiv as she allowed her brother to guide her over to the window.

"Indeed you do," Boba told her. "It's so good. Makes Mace Windu look like a total idiot."

"Which he completely deserves," Ani pointed out.

"He's nuts!" agreed Luke.

"Who?" asked Tiv. All three boys stared at her.

"You know…" said Ani tentatively. "Mace Windu? Council member? Really, really important Jedi?"

Tiv shook her head. "I tend not to keep up on Jedi affairs," she told them, not wanting to admit why. As much as she may like these boys, the truth was, they were Jedi, and telling a Jedi that you hate the entire Order is not a good thing to do.

Well, maybe not the entire Order. That man Qui-Gon had seemed nice enough, for a Jedi. And the others who were with him had seemed kind, event the man who had hit her with the door. He hadn't meant to.

Wait. Why was she defending him? To… herself? Tiv shook herself mentally. These were Jedi! And, even if she couldn't figure it out, her mother must have had a reason not to have given her to them as a child.

Of course she had a reason! They were evil! Worse than the Sith… well, almost. Tiv just didn't have proof of it just yet. It was like Gerish, she told herself. They were bad, she just couldn't prove it. That didn't mean that they weren't bad, just that she wasn't very good at figuring out what exactly made them bad.

Shaking all of these thoughts out of her head, Tiv followed Colac over to the window. Outside everyone was still yelling, but it took her a moment to find out why. When she saw the reason, it was all she could do not to laugh.

The usual Coruscant traffic was occurring, but with one slight change. Right outside the window, a yellow speeder was spinning around in fast circles, containing a man who looked like he was about to throw up.

"Well?" asked Boba. "What do you think?"

"Is that Mace Windu?" Tiv asked, pointing at the man.

All three nodded.

"What did he do to deserve that?" she demanded, although she grinned while saying it.

The boys looked at each other. "Sparked our wrath," Luke said finally, while his friends nodded.

Tiv grinned even wider. "Remind me to stay on your good sides."

"Why?" asked a sudden voice. All five children jumped and turned around. Qui-Gon and the other adults were standing in the doorway, looking at the curiously.

Ani and Boba sprang to cover the window with their bodies. "No reason," said Luke. "Just happy little children frolicking like banthas. Err… I mean…"

"Yup, they're frolicking all right," muttered the cloner. "Just like banthas, these children are.

"What did you do?" asked the bearded man sternly.

"Nothing, Master," Ani said. Tiv decided this must be the Obi-Wan Kenobi that Boba had referred to.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing you didn't already know about, if not exactly what to do or how to prevent it."

Scowling at him, the bearded man moved over to the window, the other adults following. Tiv wasn't sure, but she thought she saw the youngest man crack a smile before quickly turning to hide it.

"We should put warning signs on these boys," commented the woman. "What do you think, Jar Jar?"

"Warning, nutty-o boyos!" agreed the Gungan.

"If seen near any of your belongings, do not touch said belonging until it has been examined by a professional," put in the cloner.

Everyone laughed, even, Tiv noted, the boys.

"Please do, Master," begged Ani. "It will be a token of our status as the top pranksters of the Temple."

"I'll consider it," answered the bearded man.

"Although first," Qui-Gon put in, "We should introduce ourselves to Tiv here. I can tell you've already met Ani and Luke?" he asked her. She nodded.

"I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi," Ani's master told her. "And this is Anakin Skywalker. He's Luke's unfortunate master, I'm Ani's."

"Hi," said Anakin.

"And I'm Taun We," the cloner said.

"Mesa Jar Jar Binks!" the Gungan exclaimed. "Mesa berry, berry happy to be meetin' ya, Tivy!"

"And I'm Senator Padmé Amidala," the woman introduced. "But you can call me Padmé. I hope you don't mind me changing you into that nightgown. You didn't look to comfortable, sleeping in your day-clothes."

"I don't mind at all," Tiv told her politely. "Just… where am I?"

"Padmé's apartments, near the Jedi Temple," Obi-Wan told her. "We- oh, Force!"

"What?" asked Tiv in alarm, looking around.

"We're late," explained Qui-Gon, following Obi-Wan's gaze to the clock on the wall. "We have a Council meeting soon, and if we don't hurry…"

"Don't worry, Master Qui-Gon," cheered Ani. "It looks like Master Windu will be late, too!"

"Right," muttered Qui-Gon. "I'm not sure whether to thank you or not, but… Oh, never mind. Let's go." He and the other two Jedi hurried out of the room, but then he stopped and turned back. "Tiv, Colac, come on!"

"What… we're coming?" asked Tiv.

"Well, the meeting would be a little redundant without you," Anakin said.

This time, when they left, Tiv noticed with amusement, that, while it was obvious that only a few of them had been summoned, (later she would learn that it was only her and Qui-Gon) everyone in the room, even Jar Jar, followed the Jedi out.

Tiv grinned. If this sort of thing happened often, then it would definitely be interesting to live with these people. Not, of course, that she was going to, under any circumstances. Definitely not!