I know, I know, it's been forever since I posted anything for this story. I've been dealing with severe writer's block for not this story but others. I figured this was the least I could do.

-Lesson One-

Obi-wan smiled as he walked down the streets to a playground with Mia. He wasn't technically allowed to do it, it was a surprised he was even getting away with it. He wasn't a Jedi Knight and Mia wasn't his Padawan but here he was, taking the seven year old out on an adventure. She was skipping with excitement, marveling at the world around her because it was still very new to her.

"What's a playground like?" Mia asked him, eyes wide and curious.

"It's fun, it's like running around and climbing trees in the Room of a Thousand Fountains but you don't get in trouble for it," He explained.

"Really?" She asked, even more excited.

Obi-wan nodded, "At least, that's what I've heard, I never got to play on one as a kid," He added.

They rounded the corner of a street in this very nice neighborhood. Mia stopped, looking at the strange structure as kids climbed it and ran around. Looking up at Obi-wan, she hesitated. Smiling, Obi-wan nudged her towards it. Mia walked towards it and began going up the steps, watching as other kids played. Sitting down at a bench, Obi-wan watched as she slid down before moving towards what he was pretty sure was monkey bars, jumping up and catching them with both hands before swinging her legs and propelling herself forward. There was a nerve wracking moment as she left go with both hands and grabbed hold of the second bar. One minute she was trying something new but it seemed she most enjoyed the monkey bars, swinging from them effortlessly.

She jumped down right before another little girl, about her age, ran over and touched her hand to Mia's arm, "Tag," She announced before running away.

Confused, Mia ran after her and doing exactly what she did, "Tag," She shouted, grinning.

Obi-wan grinned, sitting back as he watched.

"Which one's yours?" One mom asked.

Obi-wan pointed to Mia, "Dark haired girl," He answered.

"Is she your sister or daughter?" She asked, curious.

Obi-wan blinked, surprised to know he actually looked old enough to be a parent at all, "Uh, sister," He replied uncertainly, "Adopted," He added.

"She's adorable," The woman commented.

Obi-wan nodded before turning his attention back to Mia.

Afterwards they got a treat and when Obi-wan made her swear not to tell anyone Mia made the adorable motion of pretending to zip her lips and throw away the key.

-Lesson Two-

Mia slowly made her way towards Qui-gon and Obi-wan's apartment. Qui-gon was away on a mission and Obi-wan was busy with classes. One Jedi glanced at her as they passed each other in the halls, finding it odd to see an eight year old youngling outside of classes at this hour. Mia just smiled innocently as she neared the apartment. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the key she'd pickpocketed off of Obi-wan at breakfast—a task that had been ridiculously easy with her skilled fingers—and unlocked the door. It was far too easy for her to get away with this sort of thing but that was just the benefit of the goody-two-shoes reputation she'd built for herself over the years.

Closing the door, Mia started making tea with the electric teapot—she still wasn't comfortable enough with her ability listening through the Force to risk accidently burning the apartment down. Tea made, Mia sat down at the couch with a book and a flashing timer, setting it off to warn her in forty-five minutes that she should return to class.

This was so much better than Master Hadu's idea of history class, which involved a lot of facing the board while speaking and playing videos without captions. And Obi-wan and Qui-gon wondered why she was failing the class.

The timer went off much too soon and Mia stood up to head towards her mathematics class.

-Lesson Three-

Another speeder zoomed past her, the driver honking his horn at her just before swerving back into the lane ahead. Beside her Obi-wan continued explaining the laws around lane changing and the need to signal, like what had just happened wasn't a perfect example of people not actually doing that. Mia gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles going white as she attempted to change lanes, starting the signal. She didn't know what it was, maybe it was the idea of driving that was stressing her out or maybe it was Obi-wan's method of teaching but either way she felt like screaming with frustration as her chest tightened.

"I don't think I can do this," She groaned as they stopped in front of a light.

"Yes you can," Obi-wan reassured her, "You've only just started learning."

Mia groaned, "I'm not even old enough to drive on this planet, legally," She reminded him.

"Yes, but there are many other planets on which you are old enough to drive," Obi-wan told her.

The light turned green and she began moving again.

"How many planets can there be that would allow a fourteen year old to drive?" Mia argued, losing her patience.

"I can think of one that will allow a nine year-old to pilot in the most dangerous race in the galaxy," Obi-wan stated.

"That's different, Anakin was practically born to pilot," Mia disputed, tempted to roll her eyes.

Obi-wan sighed, "I would not call what Anakin does 'piloting'," He pointed out. "Mia, you won't always have me as your instructor, you need to learn all you can to be a successful Jedi."

"Why, so I can let my future Padawan pilot for me?" Mia argued, getting more and more sarcastic by the moment.

"You know, you could end up being a better driver than Anakin," Obi-wan suggested, "At least, you'd be better at following the laws than he is."

Mia sighed as she attempted changing lanes again, "I get the sense the word 'patience' is involved in this little pep-talk," She muttered as she signaled.

"Mia, you can do this," Obi-wan assured her, "Mastering this skill takes time."

"And it wouldn't be the most difficult skill you've mastered," He added.

Mia slowed to a stop, taking a few deep breaths to ease her nerves, reminding herself that when this was all over she could tell Anakin to get in the back seat for a change. That would feel good.

Nodding, Mia found herself determined, "Alright, so around 37th?" She asked, smiling.

Obi-wan smiled back, feeling proud, "After that, maybe we could get lunch at Dex's," He offered. Mia nodded as she turned right onto 37th street.

-Lesson Four-

The light from the city outside shined through the tall windows, lighting the corridors. The sounds of speeders outside came through the walls like white noise, a near constant presence on Coruscant. Anakin slowly followed Mia down the dark, shadowy halls, keeping his head down and watching out for any Jedi who might try to stop them.

"Would you stop that already?" Mia asked him in a hushed whisper, stopping to glare at him, "Don't walk so suspiciously, you look like you're up to no good."

"Yeah, well if you haven't noticed, we are up to no good," Anakin argued quietly.

Mia rolled her eyes, "Just walk like a normal person," She muttered, continuing down the hall.

Sighing, Anakin tried to catch up while looking as casual as possible.

"You are so bad at this," Mia complained under her breath after another twenty feet.

"Look, I'm walking casually," Anakin insisted.

"You're walking like a headless turkey-monk," Mia disputed.

Finally she stopped and looked up at the door straight ahead. Reaching into the pocket of her cloak, she pulled out a key. "Would you like to do the honors?" She asked him.

"How did you get the key anyway?" Anakin asked her and he took it from her hand and stepped towards the door.

"Pick-pocketed it off Master Hadu," She answered nonchalantly.

Anakin turned around quickly, "You can pick-pocket?" He questioned, shocked.

Mia nodded slowly, "It is honestly amazing that you and Obi-wan have never noticed before," She told him with heavy sarcasm dripping in her tone.

Pushing past him, Mia unlocked the door and motioned for him to go in. Shutting the door behind her, Mia walked further inside the small, cramped room. The polished metal cabinets lined up on the wall to her right looked promising.

"Since when do you know how to pick-pocket?" Anakin asked her.

"Since before we met," She answered with a shrug, "I'm not exactly sure when I learned it but it was pretty young. It's actually not that hard to pick up."

"Wait, do you pick-pocket us?" Anakin questioned, worried.

Mia smirked, "Sometimes," She admitted. Reaching into a file, she pulled out a stack of test sheets. "Now, do you want to finish your test or do you want to finish this little gab-session?"

Huffing, Anakin took them from her and shifted through them until he found his name messily scrawled in the corner. Fortunately, it was ungraded still. Grabbing a pencil from the cup on the table, he sat down and stooped over his work.

"You know, while we're here, we could peak at the test answers for the next test," Anakin pointed out.

"As much as I love breaking the rules with you, I'd rather study and learn," Mia commented under her breath.

"And you wonder why people call you a nerd," Anakin muttered under his breath before wincing, realizing that was harsh.

Mia turned around, eyes wide, "Wait, what?" She murmured, trying to pretend she never noticed but it was hard not to notice when you could read lips from across the room without meaning too. At least she kept ahead of the gossip circling around the Temple, about her or otherwise.

"Sorry," Anakin whispered, his deep blue eyes flickering up to meet hers.

"I already knew," She admitted.

"Mia, I," Anakin started, not knowing what he'd say.

She turned around and stared at the door, "Just finish your test," She told him quietly.

Anakin worked silently, trying to pretend he didn't notice her crossing her arms with her back turned to him. Her shoulders were rigid. He understood to some degree. He wasn't quite bullied but he often felt the isolation creeping up on him with the reputation of possibly being the chosen one. And she felt that isolation every moment of the day, captured by a barrier of silence nobody ever felt.

"Why does Master Hadu always seem to write in riddles?" Anakin asked almost rhetorically.

"Because he likes to pretend he can compare to Master Yoda," Mia laughed, "Far cry from it, I'm afraid."

Anakin chuckled and stooped over his test, rereading another answer. Mia smoothed out the dark green tunic, shivering slightly from the cold draft of the room as she rubbed her upper arms.

Anakin finished sometime after that and they went back to the apartment they shared with Obi-wan, who never noticed their absence. That next morning Mia pretended to bump against Master Hadu and dropped the key in his pocket before walking away.

-Lesson Five-

Mia and Anakin rounded the corner before they burst out into a sprint, laughing as they ran down the street. They were out of sight and there was nobody who could stop them now. Stopping after a block, Mia leaned against the wall and grinned. Anakin smirked in that mischievous way of his as civilians passed them, giving them odd looks. Granted, the Jedi Temple was on Coruscant but it was rare to see a Jedi out in public, especially two as young as they were.

"Okay, so can you tell me now, what's in the bag?" Anakin asked her.

Mia looked over her shoulder at where a restaurant was located and motioned for him to follow.

"Is it an animal?" Anakin asked, "Is it something you stole?"

Mia turned and smacked his arm, "I did not steal," She insisted as they walked into the restaurant.

"Drugs then?" He asked her.

Mia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, like I'd do drugs," Mia scoffed, "Seriously, are all your guesses going to be this ridiculous?"

"They are until you tell me what's in the bag," Anakin stated.

Mia shook her head as she made a bee-line towards the bathroom. Anakin stopped for a moment, surprised she hadn't had to ask. Had she been here before?

Brushing it off, he followed her until she went into the ladies restroom.

"Really?" He muttered as he leaned against the wall, "We came all the way out here for this?"

A few minutes later a girl walked out, long dark hair with shorts over leggings and a black leather jacket pulled on. Anakin stopped for a moment as he realize it was Mia, in civilian clothing.

"What?" He questioned, shocked.

Mia grinned as she pulled all her hair over one shoulder, waiting for some sort of reaction. Which Anakin didn't happen to have because he was too busy noticing how pretty Mia looked dressed as a normal teenage girl. She was always pretty but this felt different.

"What?" Mia asked, worried as she looked down at her outfit, "Does it look bad?"

"N-n-no," Anakin assured her, stammering, "I've just never seen you looking like a civilian."

Mia smiled as she looked at her Padawan braid before shrugging and deciding nobody would really notice.

"So am I going to be the only one dressed as a Jedi?" Anakin questioned, looking down at his sandy-brown tunics.

Mia held out the bag, "I don't know for certain if they'll fit you but," She trailed off before motioning towards the other restroom.

Nodding, Anakin walked into the guys restroom and towards the nearest stall. Pulling out the clothing, he looked at the pants—regular pants, what a concept—and black t-shirt with a weird white sketched design.

He walked out of the stall slowly, stuffing his Jedi tunics and pants into the bag with Mia's stuff. Anakin stopped as he saw himself in the mirror, looking like a completely different person.

I kind of like black, he decided, grinning.

He frowned as he realized his typical Padawan hair-cut didn't really go with his civilian clothing. Sighing, he stepped out of the restroom.

The second Mia saw him she grinned. "You look awesome," She decided, "Completely normal."

"Yeah, save for the Padawan hair," Anakin mentioned, gesturing towards his hair.

"I already thought of that," Mia told him just before taking something black out of her pocket.

Reaching up, she pulled it over his head before leaning back to examine it. He was about to ask her what she was doing before she adjusted it, tucking the Padawan braid in under the hat while pushing the hat back just enough so that tuffs of spiky blond hair stuck out.

"Now, you look like a proper hooligan," Mia decided.

"Does anybody actually use the word 'hooligan' anymore?" He asked her, half teasing, half serious, "Or is that just another T.V. thing?"

Mia laughed, "You look like you're of the wrong crowd," She clarified.

He nodded, satisfied with the result, "Now what?" He asked her.

"Now we do whatever we want," Mia decided as she started walking towards the exit. She stopped when they were outside, "What do we want to do?"

They ended up looking at different shops in the area before they heard music coming from inside a coffee shop. Shrugging, Mia walked into the crowded little hole in the wall, looking at the small band towards the back. Anakin got drinks while she found a little table next to the window, switching from watching the band to watching people walk down the street. Anakin sat down next to her, pushing a steaming cup of tea her way.

"So this is what it's like to be normal," Anakin decided, smiling.

Mia' eyebrows furrowed, "What?" She questioned, unable to hear him over the noise.

"This is what it's like to be normal," Anakin signed, "It feels weird."

"We haven't done anything normal our whole lives practically," Mia agreed, smiling.

Anakin nodded in agreement, "Where'd you get the civilian clothing?" He asked her.

"Remember that charity thing I did while you and Obi-wan were on the mission involving the Trade Federation?" Mia asked him. He nodded. "Okay, well I helped them collect the clothing and I put aside a few things for me, in case I wanted to go out like a normal person."

Anakin nodded, surprised.

"Then last week was the first time I snuck out and I realized that it's much more fun to do it with someone," Mia continued, "So I found a shop and I got you something."

Anakin smiled at the thought.

Mia tipped her cup back, taking a long sip before she noticed something. The table of twenty-somethings behind Anakin, on his right, were watching them. Staring was more accurate.

"It's so weird," One blond girl whispered, looking between her group of friends as her lips moved quickly, "What are they doing?"

Mia sighed for a moment, watching closely for a moment as she read their lips.

"Maybe it's gang-signs," One dark haired guy suggested with an amused grin.

Mia frowned suddenly and glared at them. "You know, it's not nice to talk about a deaf person behind their back," She called to them, annoyed, "They tend not to like it."

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed before he looked over his shoulder. The guy who had suggested gang-signs held his hands up, "Uh, tell him we're sorry?"

Mia rolled his eyes, "Yeah, because you can't tell him yourself," Mia replied, "He's right in front of you."

"Mia, what are you doing?" Anakin asked her in sign, watching the group curiously as they gawked at them.

"Not being their current object of fascination," Mia silently replied.

The guy looked between Anakin and Mia before smiling, "Sorry man, didn't mean to be rude," He apologized.

Anakin waved before turning back to Mia, "Is that what it's like all the time?" He asked her, surprised.

Mia nodded very slowly, "Has been that way for my entire life," She rolled her eyes, "I heard, well saw, a new one this time."

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed, "Do I even want to know?" He asked her.

"Sorry Anakin, but do these look like gang-signs to you?" Mia with an amused grin, "I'm asking you because, well, I'm not the one who apparently looks like they should belong in a gang."

Anakin's mouth dropped open, "What?" He questioned aloud, "Seriously?!"

Mia nodded slowly before smiling as she watched the group behind Anakin tense up a little, having apparently heard him.

"Do you think maybe we should leave?" One of the girls asked who looked to be her boyfriend.

"Yeah man, I don't want to get cut by a deaf kid tonight," The other guy added, clearly thinking he couldn't be heard.

"You do know he's not a gangster or something, right?" Mia questioned, more amused than she thought possible, "He's not going to hurt you."

Anakin burst out laughing, "Me, a gangster, that's hilarious," He commented before turning around, "I'm a Jedi actually."

The shock on their faces was priceless. "I wish I had a camera," Mia added in sign.

"Wait, what?" One of the girls muttered, not believing it, "But you don't even look like Jedi."

Anakin pulled off his hat, "We were actually in disguise," He explained, sides hurting as he fought the urge to laugh.

"Wait, are you actually deaf?" The dark haired guy questioned.

"No, she is," Anakin answered. His hands begin to move in sync with his words, "And this is sign language, how the Deaf prefer to communicate."

"I really need a camera," Mia stated in sign.

"Oh, you'll just have to remember this one," Anakin told her, smirking.

"I also read lips," Mia added, smiling her sweetest smile, the kind that made people let her off easy. "Gang signs, that's a funny one though."

"Sorry about that," The guy apologized sheepishly.

She smiled, "It's okay," She replied.

Anakin checked his watch, "I think we need to head back," He told Mia, "Obi-wan's probably wondering where we are."

Nodding, Mia stood up with her tea in hand, "See you later," She called as they walked out into the cold night air.

They managed not to burst out laughing until they were a block away, "Gang signs though," Anakin choked out, clutching his sides.

Mia grinned, "We have to get you new clothes," She stated.

He nodded in agreement as they started walking down the streets, making their way towards the Jedi Temple. He swung his arm over Mia's shoulder as they laughed and decided they'd have to do this again. It was just a matter of when.

-Lesson Six-

Rushing up the stairwell, laughter and excitement bubbling in their throats, Anakin and Mia opened the door leading into the roof. Stepping into the cold air, they paused for just a moment in breathless laughter. Taking the stool next to the door, Anakin nudged it in front of the door with his foot to keep it propped open. Turning, he looked at Mia, smirking with amusement as she unbuttoned her heavy black coat, a canvas bag hanging by her fingertips. Grinning mischievously as always, Anakin stepped forward and kissed her softly. Mia raised her hand, her fingers brushing gently across the hallows of his cheeks, her palm folding around his jawline. As they pulled away her thumb traced over his lips before one last kiss. Taking his hand, she led him towards the edge of the building, stopping just a meter or two short of the edge.

They were just two shadowy silhouettes on one building in a sea of buildings on a planet that was nothing but lights, standing in the middle a galaxy slowly circling around them in a dance across billions of years.

They were just little specs in the history of time but this moment here, the adrenaline flowing through their veins as they did something forbidden and the beauty the lights around them and the way they looked at each other with love in their eyes, this moment was perfect.

"This has got to be our dumbest idea," Mia whispered, marveling at the city before her.

"Probably," He agreed with a laugh as he took the canvas bag from her fingers, "So here's what I got while you were—," "Distracting the clerk?" She replied, smirking.

"One lifetime of Jedi responsibility, one night of teenage rebellion," Anakin quietly declared as he pulled out a plastic bottle with clear liquid in it.

Sitting down, Mia opened the package of plastic cups and offered one to Anakin as he sat down, opening the bottle. She watched him pour it, smiling as he handed it to her and began pouring a cup for himself.

"On Tatooine they have this little tradition when they go drinking," "What, getting drunk and puking behind the bar?" He laughed, "On Tatooine, when you go drinking for the first time you're supposed to do it outside in the middle of nowhere with friends and there's this Huttese saying they use."

"What is it?" Mia asked him quietly, smiling.

"Ood'nala sha-ven," Anakin whispered, holding his drink out.

"Ood'nala sha-ven," Mia returned, touching her drink to his.

Together they tipped their drinks back. Mia sputtered it on the second sip, hacking up a cough as Anakin made a face, staring down at his drink like it had done something offensive.

"Is it supposed to taste like this?" Mia questioned, throat raw.

"If it is I don't get the attraction," Anakin muttered.

Shrugging, Mia took another burning sip of the alcohol, doing her best not to make a face this time. "I think you're supposed to do it in short amounts and you drink it really quick," Mia suggested.

Staring down at his plastic cup, Anakin shrugged before tipping it back again. Swallowing, he coughed as his throat protested.

"Do you know how much we're supposed to drink?" Mia questioned, "Is there a set requirement?"

He shrugged, "I think the requirement is you have to wake up the next morning with a killer headache," He laughed.

"How long does it take for you to feel it?" Mia asked him, feeling her chest heat up.

"You did hear the part where I told you it's my first time drinking too, right?" He questioned.

Mia shook her head, "No, I'm deaf," She replied before a grin broke out, "Must have missed that."

"Did you get food?" Mia asked.

"Yeah," Anakin answered.

"Good, so you're not completely useless," She laughed.

He looked at her with the most undignified of disbelieving looks, "Hey, need I remind you, I got the liquor?" He pointed out.

"Which you only managed because I distracted the clerk," Mia reminded him, smiling.

"Throw up some hand signs and a pretty smile," Anakin complained, rolling his eyes.

"What, are you telling me you could have done a better job distracting him?" Mia challenged.

He scoffed and pulled out a bag of chips. Smiling, Mia opened the bag and inhaled the cheesy smell before taking one and crunching on it softly as she offered the bag to Anakin. Leaning back on her arms, her toes inches from the edge of the Jedi Temple, Mia smiled at the sea of lights. Munching on a few, Anakin looked down at his cup.

"Ready to try again?" He asked her.

Shrugging, Mia held out her cup, "Pour a little and we'll down it," She decided. He looked up at her and she smiled shyly, "What, it's what they do in movies."

Anakin snorted in amusement, it was a running joke with them as they tried all the things supposedly regular teenagers did. He poured a little into her cup before doing the same with his. He held his cup up, a silent question if she was ready. Smiling, Mia held hers up. They dipped them back and swallowed as quickly as possible, the burning alcohol rushing down their throats and into their chest. Smiling, Mia set the cup down and moved so she was laying on her back, looking up at the black sky, only a few stars visible.

"You know what I wish," Mia murmured.

Anakin craned his neck to look at her, "What?" He asked, curious.

"I wish I lived on a planet where you could actually see the stars," Mia murmured, "Imagine if I never left Coruscant for a mission ever, in my entire life, I'd never know what it was like to see a sky full of stars and to look for all the different constellations."

Leaning back, Anakin looked up at the sky with her, "That was one thing I never anticipated when I came here," He murmured, counting five stars total. "On Tatooine you could see every star in the sky, I never thought it was even possible to live somewhere without them until I came here."

"We don't have trees either," Mia added thoughtfully, "Not naturally I mean, they cut them all down here. The only way to actually see a tree is to go to one of those fancy gardens for rich people."

"We have the Room of a Thousand Fountains," Anakin pointed out, "That has trees."

Mia made a face, "But those aren't there naturally," She sighed, "Somebody took them out of the ground and stuck them down here."

Anakin nodded thoughtfully, "So you want to live on a planet with stars and trees," He concluded.

"And seasons," Mia added, "I've never seen snow."

"Neither have I," Anakin agreed before a thought crossed his mind, "Why's it on your mind all of a sudden?"

Mia sighed, "You know how Obi-wan has basically never told me anything about my home planet?" She asked him as she rolled onto her side, resting her head on his shoulder. "Besides things like not cutting your hair short before marriage or that I lived in a little house on a hill?"

Anakin nodded.

"I finally got it out of him last week," Mia murmured, "I'm from Ammi-seru."

"Where's that?" Anakin asked, gently brushing a few hairs away from her face.

"It's on the outer-rim and get this, their planet doesn't have a moon," Mia told him, smiling at the thought.

"Wait, no moon, at all?" Anakin questioned, surprised. Mia shook her head slowly. "So you want to live there?" He guessed.

Mia shook her head again, "The reason he never told me anything about it was because women there are practically treated like slaves," Mia explained, "They can't leave the house without a man, they can't work without their father's or husband's permission, there are strict rules about what they're allowed to wear. It's just awful there."

Mia buried her head in his shoulder, "I can't imagine living somewhere like that," She whispered.

Anakin ran his fingers through her hair, flowing freely down her back. He didn't know what to say. He and Mia had always considered themselves lucky to have been found by Qui-gon and Obi-wan but Mia had never known just how lucky she was. He'd always know what it was like to live on Tatooine.

Mia pulled away, sitting up, "I really don' wan to think about it," She decided, not seeming to realize she was slurring.

Anakin smiled, "I think you're starting to feel the effects," He mentioned, "For once your slurring can be blamed on something else."

Mia grinned, making Anakin wonder if he would have gotten away with that comment had she been a bit more sober. "Are you feeling it?" She asked him after a long moment of silence.

He thought about it, "I don't think so," He murmured, uncertain.

Reaching for the liquor bottle, Mia poured a little more for him and handed him the cup, "Cheers," She laughed.

Downing it, Anakin choked a little, "I don't think I like drinking," He muttered, voice hoarse.

"I don't think it likes your either," Mia joked, laughing.

Anakin rolled his eyes, "I think you're a lightweight," He decided.

"Technically I have a lower body mass than you do so it's not actually going to take as much alcohol to get me drunk," Mia pointed out, smirking.

Anakin chuckled, "I love when you talk medical to me," He teased her as he leaned in.

Mia laughed and pressed her lips to his. They kissed slowly, Anakin's hand winding around the small of her back to pull her closer. Mia wrapped her cold fingers around his neck as she leaned forward, deepening the kiss.

-Lesson Seven-

Obi-wan held his tongue as his Padawans glared at their mugs or coffee—or tea, in Mia's case. Anakin scrubbed his forehead over his face, his haggard face and the deep set bags under his eyes all too noticeable. Mia avoided looked out the window or towards any source of light. It was just so obvious and it almost made him want to laugh if he wasn't so miffed with them. What were they thinking, drinking? He could easily believe Anakin drinking one year shy of being legal age to drink on this planet, but dragging Mia into it? Obi-wan hated how freely Anakin sometimes got Mia into trouble.

He let them leave the apartment without a lecture, still not decided on an appropriate punishment.

Then of course Master Windu asked him to meet him in his office.

"Coruscant police received a report from a liquor store owner who said two teenagers stole a bottle of liquor and food from his store. He says the girl distracted him with sign language he didn't understand while the boy lifted a bottle while the owner's back was turned. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this?" Master Windu pinned him with a hard stare, watching for any sign of a tell.

Obi-wan sighed, "Well, I was aware of their drinking last night and they've been punished."

Okay, he lied, or at least gave a half truth, he hadn't chosen a punishment yet.

"But of course I will be adding to it as well as paying the store owner back for the stolen goods," Obi-wan added.

Master Windu, "Very well, see to it they don't pull something like this again," He ordered sternly before dismissing Obi-wan.

It was a little bit of him that still remembered the moments of rebellion from his youth that made him lie to the man, if only to prevent Master Windu from choosing his own punishment.

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