"You know Anakin, I think you should spend the morning brushing up on the history of the Perlemian trade route," Ben said, sitting his plate down as he eased into the seat across from Emily. Anakin made a noise that sounded like an animal dying.

"But Master, I thought that maybe we could practise some of the Shien forms that we saw Master Tapal use in his last duel with Master Ertay."

"There is more to being a Jedi than lightsabre techniques," Ben replied, as he started to meticulously cut and reorder his breakfast. "Besides, your last essay on planets critical to the Republics strategic defences entirely missed the Republican Naval Base and shipyards on Anaxes. You're just lucky you were presenting your work to Master Koon, and not Master Krell, or I doubt I'd ever hear the end of it."

Ani dipped his head, his eyes shadowed with the tell-tale beginnings of a teenage sulk. He began shovelling blue porridge into his mouth. Emily did her best to smother her smile. She'd learned fairly early on that Ani didn't take criticism all that well.

"If it makes you feel any better, Master Nu has asked me to do something utterly impossible," Emily said.

"Impossible is a rather strong statement," Ben said. "I doubt that Master Nu would ask you to do something you were incapable of. What did she ask?"

"Well, she was saying that there's been a lot of requests from outside the Temple to find out more about my culture and stuff. So, she asked me if I could write down things like stories and songs from Earth, that she could send on to them. And when I asked her how many she wanted, do you know what she said?" Emily paused, taking a bite of fried domfrie root, enjoying the little burst of flowery cardamon flavour. Ani shook his head and Ben raised a questioning eyebrow.

"She said she wanted all the ones I knew - all of them!" Emily shook her head. "Do you know how long that would take? I could probably spend a whole year just writing down the songs I know from when I was a teenager - never mind the stories. I might as well move my bed into the Library and live there for the rest of my life."

"I don't think Master Nu expects you to recount everything you know," Ben said.

"Really?" Emily replied, her eyebrows going up.

"Well," he said, clearing his throat as he swallowed down a bite of his own breakfast. "I don't think she expects you to recount everything you know immediately. I'm sure she'll appreciate anything you can provide her."

"Is there really that many stories and songs where you're from?" Ani asked around a mouthful of food.

"There's so many, you'd probably need to build another section of your Library just to hold them all," Emily said, reaching across to wipe a smudge of blue from the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Ani grinned a row of turquoise stained teeth at her as Ben huffed his exasperation.

"Could you maybe sing me one someday?"

"Ani, I like you far too much to ever subject you to my singing," Emily said with a laugh.

"You can't be that bad, surely," Ben said

"Trust me - I'm not being modest here; I really am that bad. My brother said that he couldn't tell the difference between my singing and the foxes that use to fight in our back-garden at night."

"Well, nobody's perfect," Ben said with a little smile. Emily tried not to roll her eyes. She couldn't think of someone less qualified to make a statement like that. He was sat across from her now, not a hair out of place, looking so fucking beautiful it actually made her stomach ache. From learning her language, to practicing his martial arts, to repairing one of the Library's screens when it had broken; Emily hadn't witnessed one thing he couldn't do flawlessly. She would bet the clothes on her back that he was probably an amazing singer too.

They finished breakfast fairly quickly, with Ben and Ani leaving her with the promise of meeting up for the evening meal. Emily was allowed free rein now to spend her days as she wished, with Ben and Ani going about their training and only lending a hand when she needed it. It was a little strange at first, getting use to being back in charge of her own day. She'd lived independently since she was nineteen years old, but the sudden change of organising her own day again had thrown her for a loop. She initially kept to the routine Ben had set for her, but slowly she'd started to change some things. Like having days where she didn't go to the Library to pour all her knowledge of Earth from her brain, just to refill it again with a new galaxies' worth of information. Emily had decided that today, would be one of those days.

Instead of heading off to the Archives, Emily looped back to her room and picked up her little art box. Ani had been slowly filling it with things that, she suspected, he'd went out and bought himself. It was filled with pigments and inks, strange curved brushes and pen-like blades that engraved or raised the surface. There were different kinds of paper and canvas, some smooth and cool like porcelain or plastic. Others were rough, almost grainy, like wood. Mostly though, she stuck to plain paper and charcoal, with coloured chalks that swirled like watercolour when wet. As today was a bright, clear day, and Emily wanted to feel the sun and wind on her face, she packed a blanket and a water bottle and made her way to the roof gardens.

Emily wasn't exactly sure why they were called roof gardens. The only plant she'd ever found out here was a giant tree, its trunk twisting up into a canopy of gold leaves. Otherwise, it was largely all smooth stone, interspersed with the odd statue or carved mural. Emily made her way to the higher part near the centre, the middle tower looming up behind her, blocking out everything at her back. She found a sunny spot, laid her blanket out close to the ledge's lip and settled herself down. The city skyline lay out before her, stretching on and on, until is faded into blue sky at the edge of the horizon. Flying cars darted past in never-ending lines, like ants over cracked, sun-baked clay. Emily had attempted several times to draw Coruscant; it's blocky grids and jutting towers, all glittering glass and metal. Landscapes had never really been her thing, and it showed in the busy mess of her sketches, but she figured that if ever there was a time to learn, landing in a new galaxy with a million new worlds to draw, seemed like the ideal opportunity.

So, she sketched. And scowled. Maybe swore once or twice as she tried to undo her errors and not waste the precious materials Ani had given her. People came and went below, most not paying her any mind. Once or twice a Jedi would call up and ask her if she was alright. Was she lost? Should they fetch Master Kenobi for her? Emily would smile and wave them off, trying not to feel like everyone thought of her as Ben's wayward pet. A few hours had passed, and she was starting to get an ache in her tailbone from sitting for so long, when a troop of little brown robed children wandered across the platform below her - followed by an even smaller, green-eared Master. Emily watched as they arranged themselves in rows, green and blue blades flickering to light in their hands, as Master Yoda began taking them through the stances she sometimes saw Ben and Ani perform.

"Breathe," she heard Yoda say. "In the Force, centre yourselves you must."

Not one to miss an opportunity, Emily set aside her clumsy sketches of the skyline, and picked up a new pad of paper. She may suck at drawing buildings, but people? Faces? That was where her small reserves of talent lay. She picked one or two to draw at first. A boy; blue skinned and taller than the rest, his green blade blazing as his lean limbs swept through the movements. A girl; shorter but practically buzzing with energy, her skin the colour of terracotta and a crown of blue and white stripped head-tails whipping around her as she moved. Once they were coloured in, she started wider sketches of the group; trying hard to capture their uniform individuality. Going just by the human children, they couldn't have been much older than ten or so. Each was utterly focused; following Yoda's croaked instructions without hesitation. After a while, he called them to rest, peppering them with praise. Emily set down her drawings and stretched out her fingers, deciding to take a break herself.

"Done well this morning, you have," Master Yoda said after a while, as the children talked and drank water. "A game, I think we shall play, hmmm?"

The children perked up, talking excitedly amongst themselves. A few called out suggestions, and Master Yoda just leaned against his stick and laughed. "A new game I think we should have. Perhaps one that our friend Emily can remember from her world."

Emily looked up at the sound of her name, a sudden rush of panic coming over her as she noticed everyone below now looking up to her with expectant eyes. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, not sure what to say.

"No games did they play on your world, hmm? How sad," he said, and she could see his cheeky little smile even at this distance. The children didn't take their eyes off of her - she could practically feel their anticipation. Emily hadn't really interacted much with the children since that time in the nursery with Ben. She'd been so busy, and to be honest, she wasn't even sure she was allowed to speak to them. She was a stranger, after all.

"We had games, Master Yoda," Emily eventually found her voice to call back down. "Though I'm afraid they may be a little too simple. You might not find them any fun…"

"The best, simple games often are. A favourite game you have, hmm?"

Emily wracked her brain, not expecting to be put on the spot like this. What games would these kids even like? They could levitate things for Christ sake. When Emily was growing up, she was lucky if she went one day without tripping over her own feet and skinning a knee.

"Tag?" she said, her voice unsure. "Freeze tag maybe. That's what we played most when I was a child."

"And how is this played?"

"Well, there's a few people, and they're called 'it'. Their job is to run around and try to touch the other players, which is called tagging them. When you're tagged, you have to stand still, with your arms and legs out like this-" Emily stood up, starfishing her hands and legs out as wide as she could to demonstrate. "You can't move again until one of the other people who aren't 'it' come up and go through the gap in your legs."

Emily looked at the children, realising that some of them had legs far too close to the ground for others to get through. One didn't even have legs at all, instead their lower half balanced on a flexible tail. "Or they need to jump over your head," Emily added. She'd seen kids even smaller than this jump twice the height of their little bodies, so that wasn't asking too much, was it?

"When is the game won?" Yoda asked. Now that was a question. Emily could just remember playing until they collapsed from exhaustion, or when the lunchtime bell rang. "When those that are 'it' tag everyone I suppose. Maybe they lose if they don't manage to tag someone for…five minutes?"

"Understand this game, does everyone?" Yoda asked. The children all nodded their heads. "How many of the children shall be 'it'?"

Emily had started to make her way down to their platform, her drawings abandoned. When she got to Yoda's side, she counted over the group. Sixteen children. "Maybe try four to start with."

Yoda separated out the ones who were 'it', going over the rules again as he did. The children were excitedly whispering among themselves, looking at Emily with wide, curious gazes. She smiled back, hoping that they hadn't heard about the whole 'Mother of Humanity' thing. Or about her biting Ben. That had been a much laughed about topic among some of the older Jedi that he was friendly with.

"Begin, you may," Yoda said.

Emily hadn't been a hundred percent sure on what watching alien super-children playing Tag would look like, but it sure as hell wasn't this. One minute they had been standing statue still, and the next they were leaping and twirling and sprinting all around them. They called out to each other, dashing around, skating through legs and summersaulting over heads. Occasionally a shout would go out, or a burst of laughter. Yoda stood at her side, a little smile wrinkling his already wrinkly face, as one child jumped barely a millimetre from his head, yelping a, "sorry Master Yoda" as he shot off past them, another child hot on his heels. Eventually, the 'its' managed to split and corner the other kids, picking them off and using the tagged kids as bait. The game ended with a sea of widespread arms and panting bodies, grins flashing as Yoda praised the winning side. Four new children were chosen as 'it' and so the games continued, one after the other, until all were given a chance to play both sides.

It was amazing, watching them strategize. How quickly they adapted to the other sides change in tactics. How they seemed to know exactly what each other were thinking. Towards the end, barely a sound was made, each child communicating with little more than a look. The last game came to a draw. The kids all but collapsed to the ground, laughing among themselves. Yoda looked up at Emily.

"A good game, this was. Not so simple now to you, I think." Then he raised his voice, so the others could hear. "Many lessons here to learn - on teamwork and strategy. On knowing one's opponents. These things, a simple game has taught us."

"We mainly just played it because it was fun," Emily admitted. The children laughed, many of them still panting to catch their breath. Yoda chuckled.

"A good lesson that is too," he said. "Come now children. Rest and our midday meal, we will take. Your thanks, to Emily, please give."

The children got up, giving her little bows with a chorus of, "thank you Emily," said in unison. It reminded her of kids thanking their teacher at school. Some things it seemed, were the same no matter what galaxy you were in.

"More games, perhaps you will teach us, hmmm?" Yoda asked at her side, as the children filtered off back inside for food. "Not all knowledge, in stuffy halls on little screens, must be passed."

"I'd like that," she admitted, and she meant it. Seeing children from another world enjoying the games she'd played as a child was something Emily had never imagined.

"Good," Yoda said, and then started to walk away, his little stick tapping a beat on the ground. "Your drawings you should catch, before take them, the wind does."

Emily frowned, looking up at the little pile of papers and blankets she'd left on the ledge above them. Then, just as he'd predicted, a gust of wind brushed through her hair, her pile of papers flicking and then, catching at the edges, started streaming away.

"You little fucker," she said in English, dashing her way up the sloped sides. She spent the next ten minutes wrangling together her scattered drawings from the roof.

It wasn't until the end of the evening meal, as she was sat between a grumbling Ani who had spent his day buried in datapads and hyperspace lanes, and an entirely unsympathetic Ben, that Emily found out word of her morning lesson had made its way around the Temple.

"Master Kenobi. Anakin. Emily," a rich, undulating voice greeted them. Emily looked up to see the large, dark eyes and wide smile of Master Fisto. She tried to fight down the immediate flush of heat threatening to rush to her face at the sight of him. Master Fisto was one of the Jedi that Ben was constantly reminding her not to stare at. Or be too 'loud' around, in her thoughts. Emily really did try, but it was something she struggled to do. He was just so…interesting - and beautiful. His green skin gleamed, his eyes swirled with rich colours under their dark, glossy surface. The tendrils from his head had blue markings down along them that caught the light, a semi-translucent indigo blue, and all Emily wanted to do was run her hands over him, to feel the texture of his skin and watch the colours swirl in his eyes and just pepper the millions of questions she'd built up in her head since she first laid eyes on him. She was also utterly convinced that he knew exactly how enthralled she was in his presence; every time he'd spoken to her, his smile would widen in proportion to how much she blushed.

He was grinning down at her now, eyes glittering with what was absolutely a knowing look, as Emily mumbled a hello to him. Ben rolled his eyes. "Evening Master Fisto. How has your day been?" Ben asked, mopping up the last of the sauce on his plate.

"My day has been productive, thank you for asking. Though, perhaps not as productive as Emily's here," he said, grin widening as she startled at her name. "I believe you taught some of the younglings a most enjoyable new game today. I overheard some very excited chatter about it from the creche halls. Myself, and a few others, have a great interest in learning it, if you would be willing to teach us?"

"You didn't tell us about this," Ben said, his eyebrows so high they looked like they were trying to blend in with his hairline. Emily shrugged.

"You've both been arguing so much I haven't managed to get a word in edgewise."

"If you are happy to teach us, perhaps Master Kenobi and Anakin could join our group? Would twelve be sufficient to play with?"

"Ah, yes - that should be more than enough. Anything over six people tends to be best," she said, trying not to stare at the small flicker from the tendril over his right shoulder. "I'd be happy to teach the rules - though it is just a children's game."

"Games should be played by all ages," he replied. "And it has been too long since we played a game just for fun. I have prepared the larger room on the lower third floor of the training quarters. Would you be available in say, an hours' time?"

"Okay," Emily nodded, and Master Fisto clapped his hands together and laughed. "Excellent. I hope to see you all there." With a bow, he swept away, trailing swaying green tendrils and a salty-sweet scent after him. Emily wondered if it came from his skin. It reminded her of ice-pops on a sunny beach by the sea.

"What kind of game is it?" Ani asked, his voice brimming with excitement.

"Well, I can't tell you that now, you'll have an advantage." Ani slumped a little, but his eyes still shone with barely contained enthusiasm. "Anyway," she continued, "I guess you'll both find out soon enough."

"I wonder who else Master Fisto's asked to join in," Ben said, a spark of interest glittering in his eyes too.

As it turned out, Master Fisto seemed to have invited the entire Temple to the game. Or well, that's what it felt like to Emily. In reality, there was likely little over fifty people waiting for them when they arrived into the vast, domed training room on the third level. Emily looked around, wide-eyed and feeling a curl of nerves in her stomach. What if all these Jedi found the game to just be stupid and boring. She watched Ben and Ani move ahead, calling out greetings to the various robed Jedi milling around. Many turned to look at Emily, faces filled with the same anticipation the kids had looked at her with that morning.

A heavy arm dropped over her shoulder, startling her out of her thoughts. "Hey mom, heard you've had a busy day teaching your kids!" Emily groaned. She took back everything she'd said about Ben being a grumpy old man. In this instance, he had every right to be.

"Quinlan, if you were my child, you'd never be allowed outside your room," she said, batting a hand at his stomach.

"Aow, that's child abuse," he replied, doubling over like he'd taken a blow. Emily shook her head.

"I believe we are all here," Master Fisto called, moving into the centre of the room. "Thank you all for coming at such short notice. As you may have heard from the younglings, a new game has been introduced to the Temple. It has been some time now since we've gathered together to do anything but train. I believe it would be most pleasurable to engage in a more informal activity together."

"The game is from Emily's world," he said, his hand indicating her to the room. Everyone's eyes turned to hers, and Quinlan gave her shoulder a tiny squeeze as she dipped her head. "It is called 'Tag'. I believe it is a simple, yet challenging game, and comes with much praise from Master Yoda. There can be no better recommendation. Emily, if you would be kind enough to explain the rules."

Emily looked up, clearing her throat to dislodge the wad of nerves expanding in it. She picked out Ben's auburn hair in the room, finding it easier to focus on his face, as he beamed a smile of encouragement at her. Slowly, trying to keep her voice steady and her pronunciation in Basic understandable, she explained the rules. Master Fisto gave her a little bow of thanks when she finished.

"Thank you for your explanation. If everyone is ready? Those who wish to observe, please kindly take a seat. Those who wish to play, we shall need to split our numbers. One third shall be 'It'. Please arrange yourselves appropriately."

"Now this, I'm definitely not going to sit out," Quinlan said from beside her. He slid his arm from her shoulder, turning back to her as he started to walk towards the centre of the floor. "Try not to be too impressed with me," he said with a wink.

"That should be easy enough," Emily replied, not able to hold back her laugh. She moved to the side seats, a number of Jedi - half that she couldn't remember the names of - greeting her with polite hellos. As she sat down on a seat, a familiar bundle of robes plopped down beside her.

"Well, this should be entertaining enough," Pei said, adjusting her cloak.

"You're not going to join in?" Emily asked, watching Pei's ears wiggle a little as she shook her head.

"Oh no, it's far too late in the evening for this sort of thing. Anyway, this tunic is newly tailored and fits me perfectly. Some buffoon almost always ends up putting a tear in my clothing when I take part in any group activities. It's very inconvenient having to explain myself to the requisitions master each time."

Ben and Ani approached from across the room, chatting away to each other. "Hello Pei," Ben said, as the two came to a stop right in front of where they were sitting. "Not joining us?"

"You know my rule," Pei said, and Ben chuckled.

"You'll never let me live down that scorch mark, will you? It was twenty years ago!"

"I'll stop holding a grudge, when the requisitions master stops glaring at me every time I go for a new set of robes."

"Well here - Emily, would you mind holding our cloaks for us?" Ben asked, as he and Anakin held out the long-hooded garments. Emily folded them up into a ball in her lap.

"Not just going to drop them at your feet like you usually do, Obi-Wan?" Pei asked. Before he could get in a witty reply, Master Fisto asked everyone to ready themselves.

"Oh, and you two," Pei called after them as they walked away, "make sure to take Quinlan down a peg or two if you can." Ben gave her a thumbs up in response, as Ani laughed. "He's been insufferable since he got back from his last mission," Pei said in an aside to Emily.

All the spectators settled down on their seats, a low murmur echoing in the room. On the floor, around twenty or so Jedi stood, talking amongst themselves. Quinlan was talking to a beautiful blue-skinned Twi'lek who Emily remembered him introducing to her as his old padawan. She was laughing and rolling her eyes at something he'd said. There were a few other familiar faces in there, people she knew to be more senior Jedi. A woman with green skin and long flowing robes talked to a tall, bald man that she remembered from her early days in the isolation room. A squat man with long ears and a scarred eye talked to a looming, grey-skinned Jedi, with a large fin shaped forehead.

"Let us begin," Master Fisto said. Emily watched as they…well as everyone just sort of stood about. She'd almost believe that they hadn't heard Master Fisto start the game, but the silence and tension in the room was so thick, she could almost taste it in the air. Emily was about to ask Pei what on earth was going on, but then it was like someone had suddenly flipped a switch. One moment they were still as statues and the next, it was just a blur of moving bodies. Emily had never seen anything like it before. The children had been quick and fluid and incredibly impressive, but this? This was like Cirque Du Soleil; only fed on methamphetamines and with the speed turned up by a thousand. Emily could barely make out one spiralling streak of brown from the other. They ran up walls and backflipped across the room. The only time she got a good look at anyone was when they were tagged, and even then - a body would fly through their legs or flip over their heads and they'd shoot off back into the fray. Five minutes passed without a still body in sight, someone from the side-lines called a win for those being chased.

"Did you see that!" Ani practically shouted as he ran across the room towards them, face soaked with sweat. He was panting, but it was the kind of out-of-breath Emily got climbing a set of stairs, not the kind that comes with a solid fifteen minutes of practically flying through the air. Ben came up behind him, a towel held out in one hand as he used another one to wipe his face.

"Did you see that feign I did with Master Tassu?" he said, practically vibrating with pride. "He thought I was going to free Master Huulik, but then I turned that last second, flipped right over his head, so by the time he'd turned round Huulik and I were both gone." His grin was so bright, and Emily didn't have the heart to admit that she'd barely spotted either Ani or Ben in the middle of the whole thing.

"It was amazing," she replied, keeping it vague enough to encompass the whole game. Because it was true, she'd never seen anything like it in her life.

"You did well," Ben said, "but you need to be more aware of those teammates around you. Too often you were solely focused on your opponent, losing sight of the larger situation." Ben turned to Emily, colour high on his cheeks, blue eyes practically glowing, little tendrils of sweat dampened hair sticking to his forehead. Emily had to clamp down hard on her thoughts. He looked utterly delicious.

"This is a surprisingly engaging game, I must admit. Did you play it often as a child?" he asked. Emily was trying to think about unattractive things, like Rupert Murdoch naked. Yup, that did it. All thoughts of sex vanished in a puff of venomous smog.

"All the time," Emily said, managing to look Ben in the eye again. "Though not quite as…enthusiastically."

"We should be the ones attacking this time," Ani said as they were called back to the floor. "I know exactly how we should play it."

"Oh, this should be interesting," Ben mumbled as they wandered back.

They played a few more games, and as it went on, either Emily's eyes adjusted to the speed, or exhaustion was finally starting to slow their movements to something a little less than lightspeed. Like with the children, they played themselves into a draw for the last few games, each side consistently matching the other. Time was called, and an appreciative rumble erupted around the room, as the spectators clapped for those who had played. Emily stood up with Pei and crossed the room to hand crumpled cloaks back to two very sweaty and out of breath men. Ben panted out his thanks. Ani sucked down about half a litre of water in one gulp.

"This was a most enjoyable game," a voice said to her side. Emily turned to see Master Fisto standing beside her, not even remotely out of breath, his skin bright and almost shimmering. He grinned at her. It would seem that exercise only made him more vibrant and engaging. Any exertion always left Emily looking a crumpled mess. Some things just weren't fair.

"I hope we will have many more opportunities to play it in the future. You have my thanks for teaching us."

"I'm just grateful to be allowed to watch," she said. "If we played the game like this back home, I may have been more interested in sports."

Master Fisto laughed, bowing as he left to talk to others. People filtered out, chatting about the different strategies they'd used, the best moments, complimenting each other on their performance. More than a few people praised Ben and Ani, and Emily felt a rush of pleasure in hearing people so openly admire their skills.

"So," Ani said, as they walked back to their rooms. "Know any more games like that one?"