Shyma loved her new room.

It was so simply, but beautifully decorated.

He had to give her master props for amazing taste in interior decorating. The only defect being that the entire room was covered by a light layer of dust.

"He chose this place himself" Luke said as he walked into the room with a cardboard box in his hands.

"Master Thomas?" Shyma asked.

"No" Luke said setting the box onto the marble floor "Master Obi-Wan."

"Oh…" Shyma muttered. She remained silent as Luke left the room to retrieve another box. That is until something occurred to her "Hey Luke!"

"Yes?" Luke called from the other room.

"Why does he have this room? I thought Master Kenobi lived alone" Shyma said slowly.

For a second Luke cursed the girl's unnatural attention to detail. And then decided she deserved an explanation.

"Well…" Luke began as he walked back into the room with a box "as you know this house originally belonged to Obi-Wan and his former master, Qui-Gon Jinn" Luke set the box on the ground next to the other one and Shyma turned to face him "This was Master Obi-Wan's room at the time, and Tommy's current room was Master Jinn's. Once Master Jinn passed on to the force, and my dad became Master Obi-Wan's padawan, dad moved into Master Jinn's room and Master Obi-Wan remained here. However after both my dad and Tommy where knighted, dad moved into his own quarters and Tommy moved in here, into my dad's room. When Master Obi-Wan…well…you know…."Luke paused for a moment. He took a short breath and continued "Master Yoda asked Tommy to move to the Single roomed knighting quarters. He refused and has stayed here since."

Shyma thought about what she had heard for a moment before speaking up again "You think he would have moved into his father's room after what happened…."

"Yeah…you would think. Nah, this room has been locked up for years."

"Why?" Shyma tilted her head to the side.

"I guess for the same reason Master Obi-Wan didn't move into Master Jinn's room after his death" Luke paused to look at the initiate before he continued "Because he was trying to run from the memories."

"But then why would he stay in the same quarters to begin with?" Luke once again cursed the young girl's attention to detail. He shrugged "Maybe he wanted to remember but was afraid...?"

Shyma thought for a moment "Then why is he letting me stay in such a valuable room now?"

"Maybe somewhere deep in his heart he believes that one day you'll be just as valuable."

Shyma snorted "Ok, now you just fell out of reality right there."

Luke chuckled as he began to take the things out of the box. Shyma looked around her room once more before walking to the sleek black and white double doors that took up most of the right side of the wall. She ran her hands up the handles for a moment before pushing the doors open to reveal a decent sized rectangular balcony. She walked into her balcony and looked out into the Coroscanti sunset.

Once Luke finished his work, he joined her.

"I'm sorry Luke…" Shyma began "I shouldn't have said yes so fast."

"Nonsense, you were meant for him. You can do each other good" Luke smiled despite his heavy heart.

Shyma didn't bother to reply. It was pointless arguing with Luke. He was after all the son of Anakin Skywalker. There was no winning an argument with him.

A comfortable silence came between the two.

That is until Shyma felt the need to speak "So…anything about him I should know?"

"Hm? Oh, just the basics…"Luke began "Wakes up at exactly 6:00….every single day. Not really the meditating type. Does it like….once a month…" Shyma could have gasped.

Once a month??? No wonder he's so cranky all the time…

"He always gets things his way, so best go along with that if you want to live past a day of your apprenticeship" Luke continued "You poke him, he'll punch you." This time Shyma laughed "I couldn't have said that one better myself."

Luke smiled before he continued "He's big on sparring. Never passes up the opportunity for a good fight. He needs his space. When he tells you to leave him alone you better…that is unless you want your face punched in" Luke laughed. Shyma joined him "Anything I should watch out for?" she asked.

"Not really. I highly doubt you'll piss him off so you two should get along finely" Luke answered.

Shyma smiled "Favorite color?"

"Blue"

"Hobbies?"

"Sparring, spending ages on missions, brooding for one" Laugh.

"Age"

"32"

"Birthday"

"August 2nd"

"Fighting style?"

"Soresu"

"Like Master Obi-Wan?"

"Like you and master Obi-Wan"

Shyma smirked before speaking again "Any special conditions?" But before Luke could answer she spoke again "Oooh! Lemme guess! Lycanthropy!" she yelled cheekily.

Luke twitched "Now, now, just because he's a little cold-hearted doesn't mean he's a werewolf you know……and you should be the one to talk my little Lupine" he said narrowing his eyes playfully.

"Hey! It's Lupin!" Shyma poked Luke in the arm.

Luke burst out laughing. And soon so did Shyma.

Eventually both of their laughter died into another comfortable silence.

"No, but seriously, any special conditions?" Shyma asked after a while, resuming her look out into the now almost set sun.

"Yeah there's that asthma thing but that shouldn't serve as much of a problem for you. Tommy knows how to take care of himself."

"Wasn't it a seasonal thing?" Shyma raised a brow.

"Nah" Luke turned his head away from the young girl, allowing the light breeze to blow in his hair "That's just something he uses to cover up the real thing…"

"The real thing?" Shyma raised a brow higher.

"Yeah. He just goes around saying it's seasonal cause it makes him sound less 'vulnerable'. In reality though Tommy's asthma is worse than most. He has incredibly sensitive lungs. The smallest impact upon them sets him off. It's why he has to have such a high defense…all the time."

Silence.

"Sooooo he's not gonna transform on full moon and try to eat me?" Shyma grinned.

Luke slapped her shoulder playfully.

"Luke?" a voice came from inside. Tommy was back.

"Speaking of the werewolf…" Shyma trailed off.

"He's not a werewolf" Luke replied.

"You never know, werewolves are tricky"

"He's not a werewolf"

Tommy picked that moment to wander into the balcony.

"Oh hey werewolf-" Luke mentally slapped himself "er-I mean Tommy….."

Shyma turned away in an attempt to suppress a grin.

Tommy stared at them as if to say "do I want to know what you two have been doing?"

Luke and Shyma just grinned.

Tommy raised a brow before Luke continued, interrupting the very much awkward silence "ok then…..it's pretty late-"

"Luke its 7" Shyma interrupted.

" It's late" Luke continued, ignoring the young padawan "I'd better get going. I'll see you later. Good luck guys" he ruffled Shyma's hair, met Tommy's gaze and strode out of the balcony.

Leaving the master and padawan in an awkward silence.

"Let's go to the living room. We'll talk there" Tommy said after a while.

"Sure" Shyma faked a smile. It was so awkward she could have died.

Tommy led her to the living room and sat down on one of the sofas. His padawan seated herself on the one across from his.

"I...um...love my room. It's really nice" Shyma broke the awkward silence.

"Was my dad's" Tommy replied simply.

"Oh..." Shyma muttered, wracking her brains for something to say that would make this man say more than three words.

"So um...any house rules I should know?" she finally came up with.

"First and utmost rule, we wake no later than 6:00 in the morning" Tommy replied, sitting up straight "Secondly-"

But he was cut off by his new padawan " Can you talk to me like a Jedi Master and not a droid?"

If Tommy where a less serious man he would have retorted with the first thought that entered his mind; What's the difference?

But instead he replied with a "Second rule, you will not interrupt me when I speak."

Shyma frowned. Who sucked the life out of him?

"ok..." she said in a slightly irritated tone.

"Thirdly, you're going to drop that attitude of yours" Tommy said with a bit of attitude of his own.

Shyma just barely stopped herself from growling ok again and instead said "yes master."

"Good" was Tommy's only response.

"When do we start training?" Shyma asked the one question that Tommy hadn't even began to think of yet. But being the godly genius he was, managed to think up of a plan and a response in the span of a single second "The council is giving us two weeks off to get along. However if you are ready I would like to test your skills tomorrow."

"Yeah sure! That would be awesome!" Shyma perked up, finally starting to believe this guy had some sort of connection with her.

Tommy was again compelled to blurt out the first thought that came to him; Now, if you're done playing 20Q Kenobi Edition, I'd like to go to sleep. But of course those weren't the words that came out of his mouth "I'd like to retire now, and it's best you do as well." Tommy rose from the sofa and headed towards his room.

"Yes master" Shyma said with a small smile as she rose as well.

And just before Tommy closed his door, Shyma called out softly. When he looked up at her she just smiled and gave him a quiet "Good night master. Sweet dreams!"

Tommy just looked at her with the ghost of a smile before closing his door.

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To say that Shyma was excited would be a massive understatement. She couldn't believe she was actually going to spar with Thomas Bierfeldt Kenobi.

Normally one would be terrified even at the thought of a spar with the man that could disarm Yoda by the time he was 15. But then again, since when was Shyma the normal one around?

Despite being absolutely sure of the fact that he was going to demolish her, she was thrilled.

"Come on master, hurry up!" Shyma said impatiently as she flopped down at the kitchen table on the chair across from Tommy.

Tommy began to get annoyed with these random thoughts that kept popping up in his head; Can you not be so hyperactive all the time??

But instead he said "I will take as long as I need."

Shyma frowned. She had finished breakfast long before Tommy had even started and was more than ready for her spar with the legendary knight.

"Fine" she muttered in response to her master's cold and irritated words.

"Attitude" Tommy said sternly, not looking up from his bowl of cereal.

"Yes master…" Shyma said quietly. How he could kill her spirits like that was beyond her. But she obeyed anyway.

She crossed her arms on the table, rested her chin on them and stared up at her master till he was done.

He didn't bother to glance up at her even once. He ate, put his bowl into the sink and only after he was done washing it, did he finally turn to her. "Alright let's go" was all he said. Although he had to admit he was impressed by her patience. Perhaps she realized I took longer on purpose…

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Shyma felt the adrenaline begin to rush through her system as soon as she and Tommy stepped into the training ward. They immediately went to either ends of the stadium. Once there, Shyma called him

"Ok, how are we doing this?"

"Rule free" was all Tommy said.

"Care to emphasize?" Shyma raised a brow. And then cut Tommy off as he began to open his mouth "Attitude, I know, I'm sorry."

Tommy inwardly rolled his eyes "Attack to kill. No rules. Just fight me."

"But how do I pass the test?" Shyma asked.

"Hit me twice" Tommy answered, and then continued when Shyma gave him the most mortified look in the galaxy "You still have a training saber, it will do no more than inflict a few minor burns."

"I don't wanna burn you!" Shyma cried.

"And I don't want to fail you" Tommy replied "You must complete this task in order for me to comprehend your skills. "Got it. Let's do this then", Shyma said taking her stance.

To prevent any questions, Tommy didn't bother to take his stance. He just drew his lightsaber and waited for an attack. After a while though Shyma came out of her stance and glared at her master "You see this is the problem with a spar between two Soresu users. We're both on defense."

"You are supposed to come to kill. Therefore it's your attack" Tommy replied.

"Fine, fine" Shyma rolled her eyes. She drew her saber and went in for the attack.

Of course Tommy blocked the first blow, Shyma struck, he blocked.

This is how the match went for a while. And to anyone watching, it would appear to be just another master, padawan spar. But Tommy was the only one that felt the real speed and heat of his padawan's attacks. When he had ordered her to kill she listened pretty damn well. She wouldn't even allow him to fully block, before withdrawing her saber to attacking somewhere else. Tommy recognized it to be Soresu Form XV.

A form he never learned.

For a moment he cursed the Clone Wars that had stopped his formal training for years on end. Then he cursed the girl's ability to use such a high form so well. He knew no other padawan just walked around with perfect form XV Soresu. Hell, he himself was barely up to Form XXV.

Tommy built up his strokes, putting more force into each parry and strike.

Shyma decided to use this to her advantage. Seeing he was pushing her back with every strike, she went in for a single hit that she made sure he saw coming. Once Tommy went to block the hit, with more force than usual (seeing as he knew where the attack was coming from) Shyma quickly sidestepped him. Tommy stumbled forward a single step, but in the span of the single second it took him to regain his posture, Shyma pushed her blade against his upper arm.

She heard it hiss through his tunic and a bit of flesh as well before he jumped several feet back.

"Ok one more" Tommy muttered, drawing his saber and preparing himself again.

Shyma bit her lip. She hit him hard and she knew it. She knew she had struck him hard enough to inflict more than "a few minor burns."

She had to give him credit though, for carrying on like absolutely nothing happened.

"Come on" Tommy's voice cut into her thoughts.

"No! You're like this close to bleeding!" Shyma half yelled.

"Making the kill all the easier" Tommy replied.

Shyma rolled her eyes and drew her saber. Might as well get this over with.

She attacked once more continuing her form XV. But after a while Tommy could see her tiring. He could tell that despite her incredible ability to perform XV perfectly, it was still several levels above her…there was a limit. And she was reaching it.

Of course it didn't help that Tommy wasn't going exactly easy on her. And after a while Shyma realized that if she didn't make that second hit soon she would tire out. So she went in for a Shiak attack for Tommy's left leg. He easily blocked the attack. But missed Shyma's sudden switch of styles, from Soresu to Vaapad.

Using Vaapad Shyma twisted her saber around Tommy's block and slammed him square in the chest with her saber hilt. Seeing an opening as Tommy visibly flinched, Shyma quickly brought her saber up and pressed it against his upper arm and by instinct finished her Shiim attack by striking once more a bit lower.

Much to her surprise though, as soon as her saber made contact with his arm the second time, Tommy let out a firm growl before pressing his own saber against her arm.

White hot pain shot up the arm and Shyma brought up her other hand to hold it. She looked up for a moment and saw Tommy deactivating his saber and tucking it neatly into his belt.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" Shyma growled feeling warm liquid under the palm that was covering her wound "That's a real kriffing lightsaber!!"

"It was a reasonable wound" Tommy said smoothly as he began to walk towards his apprentice.

"A reasonable-What the kriff are you talking about?! I'm 12 years old for force's sake! I'm not nearly old enough to be abused into following an order or something!!!" Shyma yelled.

Tommy stopped in front of Shyma and towered over the young girl as he said in a dark whisper "You struck once more than you where instructed. When I ask you to do something I expect you to do it precisely and efficiently" Tommy paused to glare down at his apprentice "Considering this is your first time I will let it slide. Still you managed to hit me twice, giving you a passing mark…"

"That's all you have to say?" Shyma half yelled, tears now springing to her eyes "No 'let's go to the healers ward to get that checked up' or 'I'm sorry I just almost took your arm off?!" Shyma yelled.

"Like you said, you are 12. I believe you can escort yourself to the healers" was Tommy's answer.

Shyma gave him a frustrated sigh "You are so impossible a-and cruel and heartless!" she screamed before storming out of the training ward. First day and what a nightmare it already was.....