Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this for every chapter? Well, I suppose just to be safe and to make sure that none of George Lucas's Dark Side creations come after me... Everything you recognize most likely belongs to George Lucas. Sun is my friend's and Aran is mine! MWAHAHAHA!!! (whoops, did I actually type that evil laugh? Force suggestion: You didn't hear anything.)

A/N: Yay, it's Chapter five! And it's written by Sun! Yippee!

Sun and Aran stumbled into their quarters.

"I call the 'fresher!" Sun shouted, racing to it.

Aran shook her head, sat down on a couch, and began to tend to her burns.

Sun's burns were barely visible. A few on her arms, and one long one across her back, but she still managed to keep her hair in "one" piece. After changing into a clean gi, she looked at her face in the looking glass. Her hair was a mess. It took a few moments, but she brushed it out and left it down.

Other younglings secretly wished for long hair, so they stared at Sun whenever she entered a room. It came to amuse her, so as they would stare, she would just smile and twirl a long strand between her fingers.

Sun gave the 'fresher to Aran after finishing. Aran came out staring at Sun.

"What's with your hair? Trying to impress Kenobi?" Aran inquired.

"Maybe. What's that? Your bracelet? The pretty one with the emerald leaves? Trying to impress Jinn?" Sun shot back.

"Maybe," Aran said grinning.

"Okay, let's go," Sun exclaimed.

The two left their room and strode down to the dining hall.

Getting the usual stares, they found the two older Jedi and pulled up a bench. Food was already put on the table for them.

"Hello, ladies," Qui-Gon said, bowing his head and looking up at Aran. They all exchanged greetings and served themselves.

"Are you allowed to wear your hair down?" Obi-Wan asked Sun.

"Aren't you, Master? My hair is not that much longer than Master Jinn's, meaning no disrespect," Sun said innocently, fiddling with her fork.

Suddenly, Sun felt a disturbance. A small one. She knew who it was. Dune Sarrati, a human padawan from another solar system. She had always given her a hard time with everything: her athletics, her studies, Dune always had to be better. She hade a fool of herself trying, but some younglings still followed her. Sun used her force skills to hone in on her conversation.

"Does she and Aran actually believe they have a chance? They belong at the farms. Being outside and rolling around with the animals and in the gardens, they sure smell like farmers," Dune said to her cronies.

Obi-Wan heard it too. He looked at Sun, who stuck out her chin and held her head up, trying not the give into her anger. Obi-Wan felt fad. He remembered having problems with bullies.

Sun looked at Aran, then Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan and smiled.

'Uh-oh,' thought Aran. She knew that smile.

Qui-Gon eyed her as she gathered some red sauce on the edge of her spoon.

Sun aimed, and lifted her fist…

"Wait!" Obi-Wan commanded. He reached for the spoon and moved it to the left a bit, look and Dune, and said,

"Now!"

TWANG!

Dune screamed. Obi-Wan gave Sun a high five, and chucked something across the room, hitting Luminara Unduli.

"Padaw—Obi-Wan Kenobi! How old are you exactly?" Qui-Gon snapped.

"Not that old!" said Obi-Wan, standing. Luminara Force-threw some potatoes at Obi-Wan, missed and hit Mace Windu.

Food began to fly through the air. Sun and Obi-Wan grabbed trays and shielded themselves, and failing.

Ducking grapes thrown by Ki-Adi Mundi, Sun dumped a dish of ice cream down the back of Obi-Wan's tunic. Obi-Wan yelled, and threw an apple at Sun's head, and missed. He then hurled someone's pie into her hair, with a flick of his hand.

Qui-Gon and Aran just sat among the chaos, looking at each other.

/Please forgive my friend, she has a knack for getting a rise out of--/ Aran was in the middle of apologizing for Sun through the Force to Qui-Gon when she came up behind her and ducked as a cake aimed for her missed and hit Aran square in the face.

"That's it!" she roared, flinging carrots and whoever was near, including the padawans' weapons teacher, Anakin. Anakin Force-pushed some grapes at Qui-Gon's ear, who pushed them back.

Qui-Gon grabbed some tray "shields" for himself and Aran as the "battle" became more violent. Anakin slipped on a banana. Sun dueled Dune with a loaf of bread. Obi-Wan ran into wall. Aran hurled cucumbers at Qui-Gon, who juggled them and hurled them back.

Suddenly, everything stopped as if frozen. Food floated, and people became immobile for a moment. Once calm, they regained their mobility and turned to the entrance.

A small, green creature with long ears, and a cane hobbled into the dining hall.

"Very disappointed in you all, I am," he said. "Not only did you participate in this act, but notify me and ask me to participate as well, you did not. As punishment, those responsible must clean up this room. Please step forward," Yoda said.

Jedi were never allowed to lie, and as Sun was about to accept her punishment, Obi-Wan stepped ahead of her.

"I am responsible for this, Master," he said, head bowed.

"You, Knight Kenobi?" Yoda asked with suspicion.

Sun was shocked. How could he do that? Why? She couldn't let him take the blame, at least not alone.

"Me too, Master," Sun took Obi-Wan's side.

"And me," Aran put in.

"I encouraged them as well," Qui-Gon admitted.

"Then punished, you will all be. You may begin," Yoda said, picking up an apple off the ground and taking a bite.

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After cleaning up, Sun got a shower and left her living quarters for the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

Finding a quiet spot on a rock, she let everything go. Gripping the Force with her mind, she began to meditate. A vision, one she had often had, but never knew what or where it was, came to her. Red mountains, a canyon, a river, running horses, to green forests, flying eagles, and grazing buffalo.

Although Sun had never visited this place it was comforting. The Force flowed through her, bringing her a warm desert breeze. Her home planet was Naboo. One day she hoped to go there, to live her vision.

A slithering sound broke her concentration. Sun opened her eyes. A small snake had made her way to Sun's boot. Sun had always been able to speak to the animals. She figured it was a Force gift.

"You, my child, are ssssitting on my rock," the snake said.

"Pardon me, my lady, but you are slithering under my tree," Sun replied cleverly. "But, you may continue to do so, for I have a meeting with a hawk."

Sun moved away, and held up an arm. She whistled. A large hawk flew down from the trees.

"Greetings, One With No Wings," he cried, grasping her arm with his talons.

"You never cease to remind me," Sun said.

"Someone of your power should not need them," he replied. "So, have you been asked?" the hawk asked, tilting his great head.

"Not yet. I only a few weeks, two to be exact, until the transport comes for farmers headed for Bandomeer. There is one man, a human, who I am very impressed by. He is very talented as a Jedi. Newly Knighted, this one. A red-head. My friend, Aran, likes his old Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. I would be truly honored to be his apprentice," Sun told him.

"Ah, have you two a bond? What is his name?" the hawk inquired.

"I feel something of a connection, like I can feel what he feels; we fought like one in the sparring rooms today. We have a lot in common. I like how he does not seem to be so used to being a Knight. We can talk as equals. I don't like being talked down to."

"His name, Sun."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," Sun said.

"Yes?" a voice came from behind. The hawk screeched, and flew at the stranger's face with a speed not even a good Jedi could match. The hawk scratched at his face with knife-like talons, leaving deep gashes across his cheek and arm.

Sun put her hands to her lips and let out a hawk screech.

Her friend turned and flew to her side reluctantly.

"Who is that," hawk asked.

"That! Is Obi-Wan Kenobi, you silly creature!" Sun declared.

Sun ran to him.

"Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

Obi-Wan held his face in one hand, kneeling, and examined his arm with the other.

"I don't know," he said.

"Well, let me see your face," Sun said.

"It's fine, no, I'm okay," Obi-Wan said, moving away as Sun tried to take his hand.

"No it's not. You are bleeding."

"I am aware, thank you. OUCH!" he cried out as Sun yanked his hand away.

"Well, if you hold still, it won't hurt as much! The cuts are deep. Put this on it until we get you to the Healers,'" Sun said, pulling out some herbs and placing it on his head.

"Fine," he said, taking the herbs. "Why were you talking to a hawk?"

"I am Force-sensitive to animal communication. The hawk has known me since I was eight. Let's go," Sun got up. Obi-Wan rose and began to walk, but then stopped.

"What is it?" Sun asked.

"Nothing, just a little dizzy," Obi-Wan replied.

"Really? Wow, I have had my share of injuries. This one is not that bad," Sun answered, leading him out of the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

They headed for the Healers'. It was rather late, so no one bothered them as they walked.

Obi-Wan was in obvious pain. Sun sensed this somehow.

"You know, we could just chop off your head and your hand at the wrist, to save time. I've got my lightsaber," Sun joked, trying to get him to smile. He did, and laughed a little.

"I will take your professional opinion into consideration, Pada-, uh, Sun," Obi-Wan said, uneasily.

Sun frowned. She knew he wouldn't call her Padawan, probably not ever. What could she do? Maybe he did not think she was worthy. That was it! She wasn't worthy. For some reason, the Force did not will her to be a Jedi. All of those years of training were for nothing.

'Fine,' she thought. 'It's over. I've failed. I will leave tomorrow, before morning. I will travel home to Naboo, and then…'

"No!" Obi-Wan ordered, turning around to face her.

"What?" Sun asked taken aback.

"You have not failed! How could you think you would have?!"

He had heard her, through their bond. How he longed to ask her to be his apprentice, for so long! It was agony – nagging at him constantly!

"You will not leave!"

"Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me?"

"Yeah, me!"

"I need a Master!"

"I need an apprentice!"

"Fine."

"Fine – Padawan!"

"FINE, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi!"

Master and apprentice walked into the Healers', trying to hide smiles. After being taken into a room to be treated, Obi-Wan looked at his apprentice in the chair next to him.

"You need to start to ask your animal friends to stop attacking Jedi," Obi-Wan commanded.

"Yes, Master," Sun said, smiling.

A/N: Hooray! Sun is finally Obi-Wan's Padawan!! But is there any hope for Aran and Qui-Gon? Read on... But review first - you know how!