A/N: So another one-shot using Mara's pet peeve.

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Mara stood, ankle deep in a sea of toys. She cast a scrutinizing glance around the particular spot of the living room which had been designated as Ben's play area.

"What in the Sith?" She muttered, kicking aside a toy monorail car. She swore violently as the metal toy caused a pain to lance into her foot. "Ben Skywalker...I have told him time and again to pick up his blasted toys after he's finished with them. I bet that father of his had a lot to do with this."

Her reason for this statement was quite simply since she had left Ben with Luke for the day. Her husband had obviously ignored/or forgotten the instructions she had given him. She sighed heavily.

It was just like Luke; the man was putty in his child's hands and Ben could virtually do no wrong in Luke's eyes. For all his good traits, her husband was a complete softie and push over when it came to his own son.

It was often that Mara would find herself playing the bad cop to Luke's seemingly good cop. All that child had to do was bat those baby blues and Luke would crumble.

Gods, it was like she had two children instead of one.

She bent down to pick up a particular toy and found it coated with some rubbery stretchy substance.

"Speaking of putty." Mara mumbled, examine the putty encrusted block. She began to gingerly peal the dough from the toy. When she had finished her task she chucked the block into the gaping maw that was the toy bin. "Now, what am I suppose to do with this?"

Mara set the putty aside and started to pick up another toy when a thought dawned on her.

"What am I doing? This is Ben's mess." And Luke's. "He should clean it up."

She kicked some toys out of the way so she could walk properly to her bedroom. Staying inside the living room was out of the question; she would only find herself more distressed if she stayed near that mess. But before she did so, she gathered a good amount of the toys and carried them over to the entrance way and dropped them in front of the door.

She smirked at the sight.

"That'll do it." She said, with a grin of satisfaction.

Mara made her way back to the bedroom and cast a glance around their room upon entry. Thankfully this room had not been raided by the Toy Invaders. She stripped off her clothes and decided to get some rest until Luke returned home with their son. She slipped into bed and fell asleep.

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The surprised voice cut into her sleep:

"What the? What is this?" Luke exclaimed, his voice raising several octaves higher than its usual tone.

Mara opened one eye, smiling contently. He had found her surprise. She got up without making a sound and exited the bedroom, making her way to the entrance. Her husband was stock still standing in front of a small mountain of toys staring incredulously. Their son stood beside him, a stuffed Ewok tucked under his arm, holding onto his father's hand.

"That is the mess you boys left." She paused for effect. "Well, part of it."

"Do I need to ask why it's here?"

"Somehow I don't think you do. You're smart."

"I see." He tried to make his way around it, without damaging any of the toys. "I assume these were meant as a message."

"That would be correct."

"Well, Ben," He stared down upon his five year old. "I guess we better get cleaning."

"Do I have ta…?" Ben whined.

"Yes, you do."

"Good." Mara said, smiling. "I'll leave you boys to it; I'll be getting back to rest." She then turned on her heel and made her way back to the bedroom.

"Come on, Son." Luke said, after the door had closed. "Let's get those toys picked up before mommy blows a gasket."

"Mommy's not a droid." The boy stated matter-of-factly.

Luke simply chuckled. "True, but let's get cleaning anyway shall we?"

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Well, that was a more toned down version of her pet peeve, but Fetkatt was curious so I decided to write a small piece of fluff while I'm sick. All in depth fics will be postponed till I feel better. Hope you enjoyed this!