"This isn't funny, my impertinent Padawan."

Qui-Gon called to his Padawan, after searching their apartment a third time. He was positive that he had told his Padawan to come home after classes. He was positive that he could sense the young boy in the apartment. And he was positive that one Jedi apprentice was going to be meditating for a very long time.

The silence in the rooms was beginning to unnerve him. Living with a teenager did not offer much in the way of peace and tranquility, and Qui-Gon didn't know how much longer he could take the quiet. It was a miracle that Obi-Wan had stayed silent even this long.

"Obi-Wan this is your last chance. Come out! You can't avoid meditation forever!"

Maybe he's actually missing. Qui-Gon shook his head, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts. Of course he's not missing. I can sense him. I know he's here.

But are you sure? He could be somewhere else in the Temple. He could have been kidnapped.

How in the Sith-hell could Obi-Wan have been kidnapped in the Jedi Temple.

Not sure. Maybe you're just not looking hard enough. Maybe he's on the ceiling.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, he's on the ce-"

Obi-Wan giggled, levitating by the ceiling, straining from his use of the Force. Losing concentration, he fell rather ungracefully onto his Master, who caught him in his arms.

"Padawan, how may times must I tell you to stay out of my head? I have shields for a reason."

At Obi-Wan's expression, Qui-Gon relented, hugging the boy tighter. "I'm sorry Obi-Wan, I don't mean to be harsh. You did get me pretty good."

"Did I scare you?"

"I think you just added a few grey hairs to my head."

"All due respect Master, but you don't need my help with that."

"Master, I think the stabilizer's out!"

Obi-Wan's eyes shot open, hearing his apprentice call from the cockpit. No. No. The stabilizer's not out. Anakin's lying. Of course he is. The stabilizer's not out.

Of a sudden, the ship lurched to the side, throwing Obi-Wan out of his chair.

A Jedi travels all around the galaxy, learning about hundreds of cultures and customs and languages. And Obi-Wan was currently cursing in all of them. He got up to run to the cockpit, and was immediately thrown to the floor again.

I gave the fourteen year old control of the ship. I must be losing my senses. Please, Master Qui-Gon. Please get me out of this alive.

With great effort and Jedi balance, Obi-Wan crawled to the cockpit and found his apprentice clinging to the dashboard, only controlling the ship with the Force, and in his panic his control was slipping. He locked eyes with his Master and cried out.

"Master help me!"

Obi-Wan slid to his apprentice and held fast to him. "It's alright Anakin. Just hold on tight." His voice was strained, and caught the attention of his young padawan.

"Master, I have a bad feeling about this."

The small ship crashed to the ground, throwing Master and Padawan bouncing around for what seemed like an eternity. It finally stopped, and all was silent for a moment.

"Master?"

"Yes Anakin?"

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I couldn't keep hold of it."

"It's alright."

"So it wasn't my fault?"

"No, Anakin. It's not your fault."

"Master?"

Obi-Wan fought to remove exasperation from his voice.

"Yes Anakin?"

"You were the one who picked the ship."

"General, come quick. It's Ahsoka!"

The call had come over the comlink not a split second after the white-hot spear of pain shot through Anakin's head. It was like someone had lit their bond on fire, and Anakin immediately dashed towards the hanger bay, where he had left his apprentice with Captain Rex. Hearing the normally calm clone Captain sound panicked made his blood run cold.

When Anakin reached the hanger, Captain Rex was keeping a circle of clones away from a small figure trembling on the floor. Ahsoka was curled into a tight ball, shaking from the tips of her lekku to the toes of her boots, her padawan braid rattled against the floor. Her eyes were shut tight, face contorted in pain and Anakin could hardly bear the sight.

He collapsed by her side and shifted her so that her head was lying in his lap. Up close, he realized what was going on. She was stuck in a vision, and an extremely violent one at that. One hand rested on the crown of her head, the other one gripped her hand tight.

"It's okay Ahsoka, I'm here. Everything's all right, you need to come out now. It can't hurt you, it's just a vision, it's not real."

The shakes reduced to shivers, and something floated through the bond.

/M-master?/

Anakin smiled. "Yeah Snips, it's me. Now I need you to come back. I won't let it hurt you, c'mon you can do it. It's okay Ahsoka, you're just fine."

With a shudder, Ahsoka's eyes snapped open and she gasped for air. Anakin helped her sit up slowly and wrapped her in an embrace, scanning her for any lingering injuries. Rex appeared beside them, offering a canteen. Anakin took it and pressed it to Ahsoka's lips; she drank greedily, the cool water bringing relief.

"Good girl." Anakin whispered. "C'mon let's get you to medbay, have you checked out. We'll talk about the vision later, okay?"

Ahsoka nodded, and allowed Anakin to pick her up and leave the hanger.

/Ahsoka?/

/Yes Master?/

/Don't ever scare me like that again./

Even through their bond, his voice seemed teasing, and Ahsoka giggled as she relaxed in his hold, and promised him that she would try her best.

A/N: Over 100 reviews? Holy cow! Thank you so much everyone! I love these stories so much, and I'm so grateful for your support. I hope you like this latest chapter, the Padawans are at it again! Have an awesome day everyone!