Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by George Lucas. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Estora: Thanks for commenting, darling! I loved writing them, so I'm glad to see someone enjoyed them. Yes, I will be updating "What Lies Beneath". Soon, actually. As soon as I get out of school for the summer. You can expect an update by the ending of this coming week.
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Author's Note: This week was inspired by the adorable Master/Apprentice relationship between Yoda and Luke. Enjoy!
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-Week Two-

Island

Luke had been standing in a tree, balancing Yoda on his back, and now he was sitting in a pile of mud. Obviously, he'd fallen. The pain in his buttocks gave that away.

"Ah! Help me you must!"

Grimacing, Luke pushed himself to his feet, turning to search for the owner of the voice.

Yoda, once a powerful Jedi Master, stood on an island in a lake of swamp water, covered in mud from head to toe.

"Stuck in quite a pickle I am!"

From Luke's vantage point, he looked like a pickle.

"Stop laughing you will!"

Survival

He'd faced danger before, and he'd always had the chance to laugh about it later. Surviving was something that Luke had been born to do. It was in his blood.

This, however, was beyond danger, and the chance of survival was slim.

"Do this you can, hmm!"

Luke gulped, wiping the sweat from his brow. He had to do this. This was just a test – the ultimate test.

"Love it you will. My secret recipe it is."

He nodded solemnly and took a bite of Yoda's latest concoction.

It didn't kill him, but it came pretty darn close.

Lost

Luke mumbled something into his sleeve, and Yoda's ear twitched.

"Mmm, understand that, I did not."

"Iostmyshaber."

"Speak up, you will, hmm! Tell me where you've been, you must."

Luke focused on the ground between his feet. He didn't want to see the look on Yoda's face when he told him what had happened.

"I... lost my... lightsaber. I was afraid to tell you."

Yoda wasn't angry, surprisingly enough.

"Hmph! Ruined your surprise, you have. Made you a new lightsaber already, I did."

Luke face-palmed. He'd been hiding in the cave all day for nothing.

Other

Luke picked up the bowl and sniffed it, crinkling his nose and sticking out his tongue when the smell filled his nostrils. Sith-spawn. This may very well kill him.

"Eat it, you will!"

"Yes, Master."

He cringed, praying to the Force and every other deity he could think of. He pressed his lips to the bowl and tilted it back.

"Good, yes?"

Luke lowered the bowl, smacking his lips. His face split into a wide grin. "Hmm. It's not bad. What's in it?"

"Eye of toad and ear of bantha, mmm!"

Son of a Sith.

Flashback

Luke couldn't remember an early memory that didn't involve Ben.

"What are you doing out here so late? It's dangerous, you know."

"I got lost."

"Well, blast it all, we've got to get you home. Can't have you wandering around in the desert, now can we?"

"Thanks. I'm Luke."

Luke remembered his smile, friendly and warm.

"You can call me Ben."

Ben Kenobi. The crazy old hermit.

Something hit him in the shin. Luke looked down to see Yoda, stick in hand. The evil little troll...

Oh, Ben, I could really use your help now...