Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars…Too bad that I can't own Anakin. That'd be the best…Right, Ani?
(Anakin in the background nods his head and then waves at the screen)
Aubree shifted uncomfortably in her bed, groaning loudly with annoyance. She got up, cracking the door open. She wanted to get up and get a treat, since she usually did that most nights with either her father or Uncle Treh. She began to tiptoe out into the living room until she heard footsteps and a shadow cast over her.
"I don't think that the Senator would like for you to be up in these late hours," the voice from above said.
She winced, her head tilting up to see Anakin Skywalker standing above her. "Well…I…" she stuttered for a moment, an idea clicking into her head. "I was going to get my medicine. Mo- I mean, Senator Amidala, likes her handmaidens to stay healthy!"
The Jedi Padawan shook his head, his eyebrows narrowed with a sly grin. "And did that include milk and cookies in the prescription?" he questioned, reading the child's mind.
Aubree cursed under her breath, as she gazed stubbornly up at him. "Why'd you bust me?" she complained, her arms crossed. Anakin tried not to laugh, it reminding him much of Padme. He knelt down in front of her, his eyes meeting the girl's.
"Because my Master would have sent you to bed," he replied, his crystal blue eyes dancing with delight, "And I'm the nice Jedi that will help you into the kitchen since I made midnight runs when I was a kid too."
Aubree did not know whether to hug him or to stand there with her jaw open like an opee sea monster out of water. "I…Thank you!" she replied, as Anakin lifted up her small figure compared to himself.
"We'll have to hurry. Master Obi-Wan doesn't like it when I do it myself even," he stated quickly, as the two snuck off to the kitchen.
Anakin sat on the couch hours later, Aubree passed out on his lap. After the two sharing some of Dorme's cookies over a glass of blue milk, the girl had chattered before falling asleep.
The young man enjoyed her company. It made him feel like an older brother, like someone truly depended on him. He sighed, as thoughts of someone else filling his head as he gazed out the windows of the apartment.
Obi-Wan walked in, noticing the two on the couch as he shook his head. That boy could form attachments so fast that it made his head spins. Little Aubree was asleep on his apprentice's lap. He sighed, remembering that it was a child. There was no problem with friendships, after all.
"Captain Typho has more than enough men downstairs. No assassin will try that way. Any activity up here?" the Jedi Master questioned, scratching his shaggy beard.
Anakin motioned to Aubree, and then shrugged. "Quiet as a tomb. I don't like just sitting here, waiting for something to happen to her," he answered, as he grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped it around the girl.
Obi-Wan nodded, grabbing a small data-pad shaped screen. He frowned at it, as he narrowed his eyebrows. "What's going on?" he questioned.
Anakin shrugged and then winced. "Well…She covered the cameras. I don't think she liked me watching her," he replied quietly.
Obi-Wan's nostrils flared like a reek, as Anakin stifled a laugh. "What is she thinking?" he shot in a forced whisper, remembering Aubree nearby.
"She programmed Artoo to warn us if there's an intruder," Anakin said sheepishly, as he stood up. He carefully replaced the spot where he had been seated with a pillow, just light enough for the girl not to notice.
The two bickered in hushed tones, though Aubree awaking. The girl groaned, rubbing her eyes. She watched the Master and Apprentice, frowning at the words exchanged.
"She's not like others in the Senate, Master," Anakin defended, his eyebrows knit in frustration. He did not realize that Aubree was awake as he resisted glaring at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan stared at him, shaking his head. "Be mindful of your thoughts, Anakin, they betray you. You've made a commitment to the Jedi Order, a commitment not easily broken. And don't forget she's a politician. They're not to be trusted," he replied.
Anakin sighed, as he stepped away from the window. "She's not like others in the Senate, Master," he insisted.
The Jedi Master shifted his glance towards the Senator's bedroom door. "It's been in my experience that Senators are only focused on pleasing those who fund their campaigns. And they are willing to forget the niceties of democracy to get those funds."
A groan emitted from the young man's mouth, as he rolled his eyes. "Not another lecture, Master. Not on the economics of politics…" he begged.
Aubree was positive that this would go on forever, as she grabbed the pillow that Anakin had placed with her. She repeatedly hit herself on the head, annoyed with the two. When DID they get along?!
Suddenly, the two exchanged worried glances. She immediately darted up, as Obi-Wan gave an immediate nod.
"I sense it too!" he said quickly, as the two jedi charged into the bedroom. Aubree ran after them, amazed at how fast they were. She entered to find Anakin slicing through two of the nastiest creatures she had ever seen. Aubree saw Padme dart upright in bed, frightened.
"Aubree!" she called worriedly, as the girl leapt on top of her mother. Obi-Wan leapt through the window, the glass crashing onto the floors as he charged after a droid that had been there. Padme shielded Aubree, whispering comfort to the girl.
Anakin glanced over at them, as he watched Obi-Wan zoom away. "Stay here!" he barked, taking off out of the room. Aubree clung to Padme, as she cried against her.
"I almost lost you! Just like my dad!" she whimpered as she buried her head into Padme's nightgown.
Her mother ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, as she kissed the top of her head. "It's alright, Sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere," she replied quietly, rocking her back and forth until Aubree was resting against her.
Dorme and the healed Sabe ran into the room, the guards flanking behind them. "Are you alright, Milady?" Dorme questioned worriedly.
The Senator could only nod, as the three women shifted Aubree to be in Padme's arms more comfortably. "R2 will remove those nasty corpses. We will let you stay in one of your other rooms," Sabe said, as they carried the girl to her bedroom.
Padme climbed into the bed, with Aubree dozing at her side. The girl still had her arms clung tightly around her waist, resting against her. The Senator leaned her head down to kiss her daughter's forehead, sighing.
"Good Night, Love," she whispered, drifting off to sleep.
Well, we now have covered most of Coruscant now. I won't do the assassin chase since I figure you all know what happens. But I believe that we'll be able to pick up right before they all leave. I'm too tired and lazy to do that right now…be prepared for a short next chapter… Anyway, enjoy!
The Rule: 5 reviews or no update! Unless I get really excited…
-Fall Out Guirl