"Cup, no! Speeder. Ice cream? Speeder with a triangular person in it? Ummm, upside-down light bulb? No, wait, I see it! It's a… Uhh… Oh! A person holding a lightsaber! Right?"

"Correct, you are," Yoda told her, while the other Jedi tried to wake themselves up. Obi-Wan grinned. Tiv was an unusual girl, he'd giver her that. Most potential Padawans either got it right the first time, or only offered one answer. Tiv offered at least five every time.

"Now which one?" asked a tired and harassed looking Mace Windu, pressing the dial.

"Umm… door? No, giant frog! Bantha? No, it doesn't have legs, uhh, a really messed up speeder? Oh, a blob! Nah, they wouldn't put that there! Uhh, oh, wait this one's a cup, am I right?"

"Correct." He switched it again.

"Oooh, Oooh, that's a, Uhh, building? No, one of those weird things on Hoth. Umm, a rock? A candle!"

"Correct."

"Uhh, that's a… cat? Or maybe…"

"Correct."

"Blob? Notebook? Boat?"

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan reached out with the Force and contacted Qui-Gon.

They're never going to let her become a Padawan after this display, he commented.

Perhaps they will, Qui-Gon answered. She did just get the cat right, and she's getting better. Besides, from what we can tell from Colac, she has received her Force sensitivity only recently.

Obi-Wan sighed internally. Yes, but we can only tell that from Colac. Tiv won't tell us anything. That's no way to get on the Council's good side.

Still, she's a quick learner, Anakin put in suddenly. And, who knows? The Council might give her some slack since she's new to the Force. For a beginner, she's pretty good.

Yes, you'd know, wouldn't you, oh Chosen One? Retorted Obi-Wan sourly. Anakin only grinned.

Besides, they'll want to figure out why she's suddenly Force-sensitive when she never was before, continued Qui-Gon, ignoring the other two bickering.

But she's thirteen, protested Obi-Wan. She's far too old! Even Anakin nodded reluctantly at that.

I'm not sure, Qui-Gon thought slowly. The Council's been acting strange lately.

Lately?

I mean, they've been accepting Padawans at a much more advanced age than before! Look at Keiros, he was fifteen…

Who had spent his life studying the Jedi, and had been Force- sensitive since birth, Obi-Wan pointed out.

Well, what about Ani and Luke? They were both eight, and the Council accepted them!

They were special circumstances, Anakin protested. It doesn't compare…

Tiv's a special circumstance too, Qui-Gon reminded them. And besides, I think that at the moment, 'special circumstances' is a more general term than we think.

Meaning?

Meaning I think it's already a special circumstance. I think that there's something more going on than they're telling us.

On that dramatic note, their conversation was ended by another one beginning. Or, rather, not quite beginning, but suddenly grabbing their attention.

"Jinn!" Windu shouted, jerking the trio out of their trances. Anakin and Obi-Wan looked a little sheepish, although it wasn't them in trouble, but Qui-Gon merely blinked calmly and asked "Yes?"

"Were you even listening to me?" Windu demanded.

"I am now."

The other Jedi sighed, and gave up on getting any sense out of these people. He was already exhausted by talking with Tiv, and Qui-Gon wasn't helping.

"We were about to tell you our decision, but if you'd rather we didn't…"

"No! No, tell us."

"Well," now it was Windu's turn to look sheepish. "We were about to make it…"

"Take a vote, we will," Yoda announced. "In favor of a Padawan, Tivania becoming, are you?"

After the short pause it took for everyone to sort out what he'd said, the vote was taken. Eight of the twelve Council members raised their hands. Four didn't.

"Decided, it is," Yoda said. "Your Padawan, Tivania will be."

Obi-Wan had barely had time to think that Qui-Gon was right, before he noticed the look of shock on his old master's face. But before he could wonder about it, the old Jedi spoke.

"Thank you, Master," Qui-Gon said, hiding his surprise at the Council's selection of him to train Tiv. "Where, may I ask, will her brother go?"

"Is he also Force sensitive?" asked Windu, who had voted against Tiv.

"No, Master."

"Then he may return to their home."

"Wait a minute!" Tiv burst out suddenly. "You can't mean you want to send him back!"

"What he said, that was," pointed out Yoda.

"But our parents are gone! He'll never make it on his own!"

"Only Jedi can live at the Jedi Temple," Windu retorted stubbornly. "He will find a way. If you wish to go to your home to make arrangements for him, you should talk to your master…"

"No, I won't! I won't stay here without Colac!" Everyone had seemed slightly taken aback by Tiv's sudden outburst, but now they all looked shocked.

"Tiv, think this over," Qui-Gon pleaded, but the girl shook her head stubbornly.

"I can't even think about being a Jedi until I'm sure that my brother is taken care of!"

"He will be," Windu pointed out.

"No, he won't! He needs family, he's already lost his parent's, and I'm not going to let him lose his sister. If you really care so little about him, than you should also care that little about me!"

"Please be reasonable," Agen Kolar moaned.

"You be reasonable," Tiv retorted rudely. "I'm not going anywhere without Colac!"

"Actually, there is a solution to this," Padmé interjected smoothly. "I'll take Colac to live with me. He can stay with Jar Jar during the day while I'm in the Senate, and Tiv can see him in the evenings when she's completed her training."

As Tiv looked about to protest, Padmé added, "You'll be spending most of your time training anyhow, and this way he'll have a home to go to while you are. You won't see him any less than you would normally, and I'll take care of him very well."

The young girl hesitated for a moment, and then turned to her brother. "What do you think, Colac?" she asked. "Do you want to go live with Padmé?" Softer, so that only he could hear, she added, "If you want to go back to normal, I don't have to become a Jedi. I won't mind, really."

"No, I'm okay," he answered cheerfully. "I like Padmé, she's a nice lady." Padmé smiled a little at this. "I'll see you tonight!" he started to run out of the room, but was grabbed by Obi-Wan.

"Not yet, youngling," the Jedi told him. "We have to finish here."

"Actually, we seem to be done," Windu told them. "You had better begin making arrangements for the children's new living… arrangements." He looked slightly embarrassed at seeming so repetitive, but shook it off and gave them a regal nod, dismissing them. They left.

"We'd better go back to Padmé's apartments first so that you can get your stuff, Tiv," Qui-Gon told her. "You can move into Anakin's old room, he's finally gotten all his stuff out of it…"

"Can I help it if I'm slow at moving?" Anakin asked.

Before Qui-Gon could answer, Luke shouted, "Hey, Master, if you're so slow at moving, bet you can't catch me!" and he darted off, closely followed by Ani.

Anakin groaned and followed them. "I don't understand you," Obi-Wan told Qui-Gon. "You survived four Padawans, and now you want a fifth? You're nuts, Master." And he ran off to chase his own apprentice.

"Don't worry. We're not in trouble yet."

"Not in trouble? Monsters out there, leakin' in there, all sinkin' and no powah? When wesa's gonna be in trouble?"

Tiv blinked. This was too much. Seeing random Jedi was one thing, but she could have sworn that the man had been Qui-Gon, and the other was definitely Jar Jar. She glanced sidelong at her new master, still chatting about the different things he was planning to do, wondering if she should ask him about this.

Shaking herself mentally, Tiv reminded herself that she couldn't trust Qui-Gon, or any of these others. She may like them, but not trust. Never trust, not a Jedi.

"Wait a minute, Qui-Gon," Padmé warned him. "Tiv can't do this if she doesn't have anything to wear but those clothes she wore here."

"I have another pair," Tiv told her.

"Yes, one! Honestly, Tiv, you can't go through life with two shirts and two pairs of pants."

"And why not?"

Padmé blinked, but then said, "Well, what would you wear when their both dirty?"

"I just make sure that they're not both dirty at the same time."

"Define 'dirty'," Taun We said suddenly.

Tiv glared at her. "When someone complains of the smell."

"Alright, alright," Padmé snapped. "Qui-Gon, forget the training. First thing tomorrow, we're going shopping!"

Tiv groaned internally.

Wow! That's probably the longest chapter I've ever written. I'm on a roll! I just didn't want to divide it into two. Heehee, Thanks to Ellenlome who corrected me long after I wrote this. Turnes out it hadthe last chapter in it...oops.So, anyway, thank you Fell Dragon, for reviewing, and for telling me Boba Fett's age. If you disagree with twelve, or if you want to suggest a plot change or any character at any age who should pop up, review. If you just want to tell me something, review! By the way, I also wanted to comment, if you have any suggestions for pranks the Skywalker boys should play on people, tell me. I'm thinking of having a chapter with a birthday prank… but I won't tell you much. All I'll say is that they need to prank people, and I can't think of pranks. So review, please.

By the way, now that I've found some good sites on Star Wars, I've figured out that Qui-Gon did indeed have a Padawan before Xanatos, so I'm going to have to stop ignoring his/her existence. Also as a product of those sites, these minor characters actually exist.