AN: Kenobifan – your wish is my command. : )

Chapter Six

Obi-Wan glanced up to the chrono on the wall, then back down to the datacom in front of him. He resisted the urge to grab his comlink and demand that Anakin return to their quarters. The boy needed some time alone with his friends. After all, their time spent at the Temple between missions was often short-lived, and with rumors of increased pirate activity near the Rim, he knew it was only a matter of time before they would be sent out to help restore peace to the galaxy once again.

With a sigh of resignation, Obi-Wan retrieved the gift box that Anakin had laid on a side table and accessed the Holonet.

After entering the membership code number, he was prompted to create a user name. His eyebrows furrowed his forehead as he leaned back in his worn desk chair. He was stumped.

Just then, his apprentice happened to appear, bounding into the common room.

"Good evening Master!" Anakin smiled broadly, but his smile quickly disappeared as Obi-Wan had spun around to fix upon him a rather stern glare.

"Master Yoda came to see me today."

Anakin's larynx bobbed up and down with an abrupt gulp. "Did he?" The young man attempting to sound naïve, but knew he failed when a small grin slowly appeared on his Master's face. At least he wasn't too upset with him.

"What were you thinking, padawan?" Obi-Wan playfully threw the slim datacom stylus his direction. Anakin smiled and let it bounce off of him, reached down to pick it up and placed it back on the desk.

"Whatever it was, looks like it worked." The young apprentice beamed as he pulled up another chair and stared at the data screen.

Obi-Wan returned his gaze to it as well, his hand moving up to stroke his beard in a pensive manner.

"What's the problem?" The apprentice asked.

Obi-Wan pointed to the screen where the user identification box remained empty.

"Okay. Uhm." Anakin began, matching Obi-Wan's previous posture. "How about…studmaster?"

Obi-Wan chuckled softly. "I don't think so."

"Okay then. Uhm… sexy-wan?"

"What?" The Jedi Master turned on Anakin with a stunned expression. "Did you just make that up?"

"Nope." Anakin replied. "It's what most of the female junior initiates are calling you."

Obi-Wan's eyebrows moved up and he smiled sheepishly. "Seriously?"

Anakin suppressed the laughter bubbling up inside of him. His Master was obviously uncomfortable, though he was pretending not to be. He could tell by the blush that had crossed Obi-Wan's face.

Anakin glanced about their common room, the stacks of books by his Master's favorite chair catching his eye. "Then how about something from your readings?"

Obi-Wan followed his gaze and smiled, nodding his head. "Good idea, padawan. Thanks."

"No problem." Anakin gave his Master a friendly pat on the back and rose. "I'm going to go shower."

"All right." Obi-Wan answered absentmindedly as he refocused on the screen. He then typed in his user name and password.

Trying to be as vague as possible since he didn't want to give away the fact that he was a Jedi, he listed his pasttimes as reading and cooking, his eyes as blue, and his hair as auburn. And he skipped the rest.

He switched off the datacom with a satisfied grin. He had done all he could do. The rest was up to the Force.

AN: Little too short – consider this chapter five – part B. ; )