{Remember this People! I before E, except after C... Nah I'm fuckin with you. This is a half-new chapter, that's why it took so long to update.

Originally, I was gonna have Ahsoka and Miguel get together here... But I'll wait until after the 30k word mark. In fact, if you check the Ao3 version, it'll have the original chapter idea... which was a LOOOOOOOONG clusterfuck. like 3.8k words long.}


6:58 AM, Two Days after Carlac, O'Hara Apartment...

"SRnnk! Zzzzz-snrk-Zzzzzz..."

Miguel is passed out in his bed, snoring loudly with a cast around his left arm, and bandages wrapped around his head.

*BEE-!*

*SMASH!*

Miguel's right arm shoots out to turn his alarm off, but it seems that he accidentally crushed it.

Kicking the sheets off of him with a bit of effort, O'Hara gets up out of bed, and walks to the kitchen. He pulls something out of his fridge and unwraps it, using his right Index-Finger Talon.

He pulls out a sandwich and begins to scarf it down. "It feels like I haven't eaten in weeks!" Miguel mutters and continues to pull some things that are ready to eat. Piling things up onto his shoulders, he turns around, just as Ahsoka walks in with a medical bag.

"Hey." Miguel greets while he kicks his fridge shut. "Enjoying the view?" Ahsoka continues staring at the upper half of his body, dumbfounded. "Okay! That's enough!" He drops the containers and frozen food onto the countertop as she snaps out of her stupor.

Ahsoka begins to stumble out an apology, but Miguel cuts her off.

"I get it! I'm nearly irresistible." Miguel snarks, just happy to be up and at it again.

*Pop!*

He takes a sip from a drink.

"Ah, nope! That's spoiled." He violently shutters from the taste and throws it into the incinerator in his countertop, as Ahsoka chuckles at his misfortune.

"Maybe you should read the labels of the containers first." Miguel shrugs. "Maybe, I've been passed out for a while... Wait." Miguel looks down at his arm.

"Lyla!"

:Yes Miguel?: Lyla appears in her Yellow Hue.

"Did anyone come in while I was asleep? Cause, I don't remember being patched up." He asks.

:Yes, Miss Tano did. She patched you up quite well. I never saw the need to step in to guide her in the process.: Lyla says as Miguel turns to the Orange skinned teen.

"Thanks. My healing factor should have fixed me by now though." Miguel rips the compressed cast on his arm, off. Revealing a small bacta patch underneath.

"Bacta?- You know what? Thank you. I appreciate it. But you really didn't have to do that though." Ahsoka places the bag on the countertop as well. "Yes, I did. Everybody needs help, Miguel, even Spider-Man." Miguel smiles crookedly at her words.

"Speaking of help..."

*THWIP!*

Miguel webs the Darksaber over to him.

"Could you teach me how to use a Lightsaber?.. properly?" He hands it over to her and she inspects the design.

"This looks pristine, but ancient... This was Pre-Vizsla's, right?" Miguel nods slightly. "That was his name? What kind of name is that?!"

"The name of someone related to the first Mandalorian Jedi."

"Is that why it's so shockin heavy?"

"Language, and I don't know. The crystal seems to be trying to bond with me, but seems to be rejecting the process at the same time. Like it knows it belongs to someone else... You."

"What?"

Ahsoka hands the saber back to him. "It seems to be slightly bonded to you. Maybe because it has an imprint of the first owner, or the crystal became sentient and adopted Mandalorian customs."

"Again, What?"

Ahsoka shakes her head exasperatedly. "The reason why it's so heavy, is because you have too much running through your head. This saber is much more powerful than a normal lightsaber. Meaning, that the qualities of a normal lightsaber are amplified, tenfold." She takes off her Shoto saber and activates it.

"Hit me."

"What?! Why?!"

"I'm going to block the attack anyway. Now hit me!" Miguel reluctantly complies, finding it difficult to even swing the thing. Ahsoka blocks and redirects the blade back to him.

"Clear your mind! I can feel the crystal reacting to your emotions." Miguel steadies the saber, before taking slow and deep breaths.

He swings the saber in a broad, yet unrefined, strike. But quicker than the last. "Good, very good." Miguel turns off the saber and places it onto the counter as Ahsoka clips her saber to her belt.

"Can we pretend that we're not galactic heroes for a little while? Just a few minutes without thinking about all the terrible things going on?"

Miguel looks down, his hair almost reaching his eyes from his messy middle part. He looks back at Ahsoka. Smiling bittersweetly.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot..." He thinks about something. "I-I'll be right back." He walks into his bedroom, putting a normal shirt on and walking back into the dim room.

"What'd you have in mind?" Miguel asks while leaning on the wall as Ahsoka shrugs. "Go for a walk?"

"In the high class section? No way." Ahsoka scoffs. "Why not?" Miguel raises a brow. "You know that rich people and I don't get along at all. Like that time with an Alchemax intern that got on my nerves."

"And he reported you?"

"No, the Rancor got himself banned due to..." O'Hara does finger quotations. "Picking a fight with a major benefactor." He scoffs as she raises a brow. "But you are; a major benefactor." Miguel sputters a little and turns his head away.

"Maybe I am a big benefactor."

"A Rancor sized one." Ahsoka rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on, I'm joking!" Miguel says before having a thought. "Do you have any errands you need help with?" She shakes her head no.

The two bounce ideas off of each other for a short while before Miguel has an Idea. "You never finished my tour of the Jedi temple. Why don't we start there?" Ahsoka juggles the idea around her head before nodding.

"That'll work... Hopefully there won't be a swarm of fans this time." Miguel snorts and webs his shoes to him. He quickly puts them on and walks to the shelf next to the door.

Grabbing his shades he opens the door for Ahsoka, who thanks him as she steps out first.

"Lock the door Lyla." The door slides closed with a light hiss. As the two make their way to the Jedi Temple.


8:23 AM, Jedi Temple, Coruscant...

Ahsoka and Miguel are walking around the barren halls of the temple, the occasional guard stationed with their lightsaber pikes.

Ahsoka motions to a large door to their left. "This is the Emergency center, and that over there is the..." Miguel just smiles and watches her enthusiasm through the view he has from the side. She turns her head to him, and smiles warmly, before pointing to a room that she says is called the communications hall. Due to its sheer size.

The two make their way down the corridor for members on the council. When suddenly, a door opens, outstepping General Kenobi.

"Mister O'Hara? What are you doing here?" The Jedi Master asks. "I never managed to finish my tour, I was only able to see the training rooms, rather than what makes this place function." Miguel slicks his hair back, only for it to fall perfectly into place.

"I don't believe we've actually been introduced." He sticks his hand out. "Miguel O'Hara, Alchemax Inventor." Obi-Wan shakes his hand. "So I've heard. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master. Pleasure meeting you in a quiet time."

"Pleasure's all mine." The two let go of the shake and walk in separate directions.

"Well, you two get along." Miguel shrugs. "What can I say? He respects what I can do, and I respect what he can do." O'Hara pops his neck. "Besides the whole Super-Powered Vigilante thing." Ahsoka playfully punches his shoulder as the two walk down another set of hallways and corridors.

*Spider-Sense.*

Ahsoka steps into view of another hall, but is suddenly grabbed and pulled back by Miguel, who jumps to the high ceiling.

"I could've sworn Master Kenobi said that they went this way!" A padawan says as they lead a charge of younglings and initiates looking for the Biochemist/Inventor. Who curses the name Kenobi, and mutters something about ripping him apart with his talons. "Calm down Miguel. They aren't gone yet." Ahsoka whispers, instinctively holding on to the only thing she can grasp. Or rather, the only person.

After the group passes, O'Hara flips off the ceiling and lands on his feet. Ahsoka ending up on his shoulders.

"There's gotta be a library here that nobody goes to." Miguel states, making the Togruta on his shoulders shake her head. "Everybody goes to the archives."

"Shock."

*Smack!*

"Language!"

Miguel laughs heartily before putting Ahsoka down.

"Let's finish this tour another time." Miguel checks his wrist. "I gotta get to work in a few hours. And I haven't gone on patrol yet... So..." Ahsoka smiles warmly. "Go get 'em." Miguel begins running off, hearing Ahsoka shout; "And practice with that "Void" saber!"


10:35 AM, Chancellor Palpatine's office, Coruscant Senate Building...

The Supreme Chancellor is looking outside his window, steepling, while a broadcast is playing in the background.

:"Just a few minutes ago, The Spider-Man has showed up for the first time in two months. With a lightsaber. Different from the Jedi's or Count Dooku's. From eye witness reports, the blade was an Ethereal Black with...": Palpatine tunes the voice out and smirks.

'A new playing piece is on the board. And he defeated the Mandalorian terrorist leader... Proving to be a potential thorn... Or, a potential rook...' Sheev nods at his adjustment to the Grand Plan.

The chancellor turns to the computer behind him, with the news. An image displaying a masked man with rocket boots and the Darksaber in his hand, fighting off a group of criminals by deflecting blaster bolts.

'A potential... Spider-Slayer, perhaps... Yes...'


11:50 AM, Alchemax, Nueva York, Coruscant...

Miguel is tossing a Lab Coat over his shoulders as briefcase is falling down from the air. He catches the case and continues walking down the corridor with long strides.

Passing by people, who he greets while going to his lab. Most of them commented on how his vacation was. Miguel walks into his lab and places the case down, pulling out a Death Stick of each variety and placing them into an analyzer. Waiting around for the analysis to finish.

While he fiddles with his thumbs, his old mentor walks in.

"How's it going Mig?"

"Not bad Doc. How's the Tritium project improving?" The eight limbed man fixes himself a cup of hot coffee with two mechanical limbs. "Pretty good! Say..." The goggled man takes a sip of coffee. "Would you like to help me go over the calculations? When you're finished, of course." Miguel nods. "Yeah, yeah, this should only take me an hour."

"What are you doing?" Otto asks the prodigy. "Figuring out how to reverse the effects of death sticks." Octavius nods. "I'll see you in a while Miguel." Otto walks out the door as the Analysis beeps. Making him roll over to the computer and start typing things out.

About an hour later, Otto stops by to check on his progress. Finding him...

Using a paddle and string?

"What's up doc?" Otto shakes his head. "You've been nonchalant the whole day. What happened over that vacation? Wait! It's a girl, isn't it?" Miguel raises a brow, but nods anyway.

"You're very lucky then, men like us don't usually have a significant other. It's a wonder why Rosie even put up with me at first." O'Hara chuckles. "Yeah, that's how it feels right now. I like her a lot though..." Miguel continues along. Trying to see where the Doctor is going with it.

"Do you like her, or do you like like her?"

"Like like? What are you Otto? A five year old?!" O'Hara shakes his head as he pulls something off of the Fabricator. "That's it?"

"Yup, I call it Addictol, I've put every drug known to sentient life into an analyzer and devised an Addict cure, from samples of every variant as well. Brought along because the vice president drugged me." He tosses the inhaler to his mentor. Who catches it with a tentacle. "Amazing." Miguel stands up and stretches. "You up for the 381st check of your fusion generator?"

Otto places the inhaler in Miguel's briefcase and motions for him to come on.

"We wouldn't want the building to explode, now would we?"


{The introduction of the mentor, and the steepling of an evil man...

I have an Ao3 fanfic that I can port over to here if somebody wants it... Nah, I want the views. Expect that later today. Until next time!}

Jesus christ how Horrifying.