A/N: Sorry for the lack of update last week. It's been a rough couple of weeks for me, but I'm getting back on track. This chap is short, but next week's will be more filled. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four: Three Weeks

The Senator and the Jedi Master sure made an interesting couple. Well, at least, in Luke's opinion. He found it amazing two people so different could love each other. It made things even more fascinating that Skywalker showed actual affection for her. That alone violated everything Luke's father ever told him about Jedi.

Luke waited until Padme left the Medcenter to voice his confusion to Anakin. "I thought Jedi weren't allowed to be married."

"They changed the rules," said Anakin. "Actually, I changed the rules."

Luke wondered how long the code had been changed. Did his father know about it? Probably not, he decided. Luke's father was a lot of things, but it there was just one thing the man didn't lie about, it was the Jedi.

Still, the whole concept of a Jedi getting married confused Luke to no end. Why would they even want to get married? Jedi warded off emotions like they did the plague. Except for Skywalker. Luke couldn't figure out if Anakin Skywalker was the exception, or if all Jedi had a heart buried deep down.

"The Medic told me you're free to go," Anakin said, steering the conversation in a new direction.

"I wouldn't exactly use the word free," Luke retorted.

Anakin ignored Luke's comment. "Let's get out of here."

Luke didn't need to be told twice. He may not have liked the idea of being locked up in a Master Jedi's apartment, but the idea of sitting around the Medcenter just another hour didn't sound appealing at all. Luke quickly stood up for the first time in awhile, and a rush of blood almost knocked him back on his feet.

"Careful," Anakin grabbed a hold of Luke arm, effectively breaking his fall. Before Luke could shake off the older man's grip, Anakin released him and guided up the stairs.

If Luke thought standing up was tough, going up stairs proved to be two times harder. Despite spending an excessive amount of time in the Medcenter bed, he was still exhausted. Luke hated himself so being so tired. It left him weak, easily controlled by someone who was already had the clear advantage over him.

"You look as white as a ghost. Are you feeling okay?" Anakin asked Luke as they stepped into the main hallway.

"Why isn't the Senator coming with us?" Luke needed to change the subject.

"She had errands to run," answered Anakin.

"Like what?"

"She had to pick up a few things for you," Anakin said.

"What?"

"I assume you'll be needing clothes," Anakin pointed out. "The only thing you came with was a lightsaber."

Luke frowned, realizing the Jedi had his weapon. They must have taken while he was knocked out. Aiming a kick at the air around him, Luke was able to let out some of his frustration. Skywalker raised an eyebrow at him, but other than that, didn't react to the tiny, harmless protest.

"So," said Anakin. "If you don't have a master, how do you know so much about the Force?"

For a moment, Luke thought about refusing to answer. It was never good to give the enemy too much information; even if the enemy happened to be different than expected, but Luke decided it was too much work.

"My father taught me," said Luke grimly.

"You don't like him much," Anakin observed through the Force, causing Luke to cringe. As if it wasn't bad enough that Skywalker's powers more than doubled his, Luke was just too tired to enforce his mental shields. Every thought Luke had was fair game for Skywalker.

"I would have killed that old fool if he'd ever given me the chance." Luke said hatefully.

"You're no killer," Anakin told him with certainty.

"How would you know?" Luke said defensively. "I use the Dark Side, remember? I'm dangerous!"

Anakin chuckled lightly, and ruffled up Luke's hair. "You're not tall enough to be dangerous."

"That's cheap," Luke growled as his straightened out his hair while Anakin continued to laugh at him. If Luke hadn't been so desperately tired, he would have put a lot of energy into being angry about not being taken seriously, but at that given moment, he was just too tired to care.

The rest of the way to the speeder fell into a comfortable silence, sometimes interrupted by Skywalker's comments or a random Jedi greeting him. It seemed to Luke that Skywalker was pretty popular around the temple. Everyone appeared to like him, the younglings that passed by appeared to adore him.

Luke understood why. Of all the Jedi, Anakin Skywalker was definitely the coolest. Luke almost resented Skywalker for being so likable. He had a bad feeling that the more time he spent with the Hero with No Fear, the harder it would be for Luke to think of him as an enemy and that was the last thing Luke needed.

Luke's heavy eyelids were no match for him once settled into the passenger's seat of Anakin's speeder. He told himself he would just shut his eyes for a moment, but once it happened, Luke no longer contained the strength to stay awake.

"Are you sure we shouldn't wake him for dinner?" Padme asked, disappointment taking over her voice. She watched her husband put Luke in the guestroom bed and cover him up with an extra blanket.

"Yeah, there's no waking him up, anyway," Anakin said. "He's out cold."

"I guess," Padme mumbled.

Anakin could tell she wanted more time with the son she hardly knew. He did, too, but it was best that Luke get some sleep. Anakin concluded now that Luke was off the streets of Coruscant, his body was making up for lost time. It couldn't have been very restful sleeping outside every night. With one last glance at their son, Padme and Anakin left the guestroom, which would be turned into Luke's own room once he knew the truth, and came to terms with it.

"When do you think we should tell him?" Padme asked as soon as the couple made it to the living room.

"I don't know," Anakin said. "When is the right time to inform someone that you're there father? Especially when they think you're the enemy."

Padme let out a heavy sigh. "We should give him time."

"Yeah," Anakin agreed. "But it needs to happen before Leia gets home. When is that camp of hers over with?"

"It is not a camp," Padme said, ignoring Anakin's rolling eyes. "It is the future leaders of the Galaxy convention."

"Whatever," dismissed Anakin. "When does Leia get home?"

"Three weeks."

"Ok, then we have three weeks."

A/N: Again, sorry for the shortness. Be back on top next week.

VAD

"But God chose the foolish to shame the wise; God chose the weak to shame the strong."

1 Corinthians 1:27