Over-Achiever

Qui-Gon yawned and stretched, sending off their latest mission report with a few emphatic clicks. Setting aside the data pad, he poured himself another cup of tea before shutting off the common room lights and headed down the hallway.

As he made his way to his room, trying to slot all of his thoughts over tomorrow's schedule into their proper place, he paused and stepped back. No, he hadn't imagined it- there was a familiar blue light shining from underneath his apprentice's door.

He knocked twice. "Go to bed, Obi-Wan. I mean it."

When no response came, he cracked open the door and peeked inside.

Obi-Wan's desk was littered with data pads and textbooks. There were crumpled balls of paper scattered all over the floor and one, two, ah yes three abandoned cups of tea. Obi-Wan was sprawled out across the desk top, stylus in hand, totally worn out.

Qui-Gon checked the chrono on the desk, verifying that yes, he had sent Obi-Wan to bed nearly four hours ago. He sighed and shook his head.

Oh, my stubborn boy, there's a meditation on over-working in your near future.

A short time later, Qui-Gon was tucking a blanket around his softly snoring padawan. Obi-Wan curled into the warmth, relaxing further as Qui-Gon pressed a sleep suggestion over their bond. As he turned to leave, he paused, looking back at the small bed.

The glamorous life of a Jedi Master. One part highly skilled warrior for peace and diplomacy- and one part parent. And I, I am the luckiest one of them all.

Munchies

Obi-Wan shook the cobwebs of sleep away, feeling the tug on the other end of the bond. It's fourth hour, what's going on?

He blinked blearily in the dim light, wondering what had disturbed him. A soft click sounded outside his door and he spotted a light shining from their common room.

Ah ha! So that's where our groceries have been running off to.

Obi-Wan had noticed of course, but had chosen not to say anything yet. He didn't want to accuse Anakin or make him feel bad for needing food. But now here was the opportunity to address it directly, to assure his apprentice that there was no need to sneak food and he was more than welcome to tell Obi-Wan if he was hungry.

Obi-Wan snuck out of bed and walked down the hallway, keeping his presence muted but not fully cloaked so he didn't scare him. He peeked around the corner just in time to see Anakin pulling two pastries from the back of the cupboard.

The boy smiled as he sat them on the counter, not even looking up as he asked, "Master, what kind of tea do you want?"

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed as he stepped into the light of the kitchen.

"Now... what is my young padawan doing out of bed at this hour?"

Anakin looked up curiously.

"Master, don't you remember? You said, 'A Jedi should always seize the day.' So I was thinking and I thought, if we're supposed to 'seize the day' shouldn't we seize it a little earlier? So I've been practicing and I finally figured out how to make tea for breakfast. What kind do you want?"

Obi-Wan smiled fondly, too amused to be irritated. Bested by a ten year old.

"Jasmine, please. But expect an early bedtime tonight, Ani."

"But, Masterrrrr!"

Lean On Me

Anakin bolted into the transport, Ahsoka and a few stragglers right on his heels.

"Let's go!" He called to the pilot and they took off, barely managing to clear before the Separatist base exploded.

A cheer rose up from the soldiers, echoed by their joy within the Force. Anakin ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and smiled, doing a quick headcount. He had to count three times to be sure and then he exhaled, sharing in their celebration.

A successful hostage rescue, safely evac'd by the 212th Complete destruction of a Separatist base and not a single casualty. Not one.

In a few short hours they'd be headed for Coruscant and Anakin would finally be able to spend a night with his wife. It was a great day. And his padawan had done great as well, she was picking up skills faster than he could teach 'em.

"That was a close call, huh Snips?" When said padawan didn't answer right away, concern started to tug at him. "Snips..."

"Um, sir?"

Anakin glanced towards his Captain, and then did a double take. The clones had settled down and found whatever spare space they could on the floor to sit. Ahsoka was between Rex and Coric and had fallen asleep on his loyal captain, leaning against the battle-hardened armor like it was a feather bed.

Anakin laughed and made his way over. He wasn't surprised; the mission was picture-perfect, but it'd been a hard one too. She hadn't slept in over 40 hours, staying right by his side despite him telling her to go rest on more than one occasion.

"Brothers lean on each other, right Rex?" Rex nodded, helping Anakin as he scooped up the young girl into his arms.

"Looks like someone's bedtime is getting moved up." He quipped, even as she unconsciously curled towards him.

"As long as it's not mine, Sir."