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J,GOB [early Sunday evening]

Obi-Wan had much to ponder from this weekend. He found it was much easier to ponder things with a supply of pastries, which was why he was at a table at J,GOB, trying to explain to the squirrels at the doorway that no, he would not be sharing with them, and no, he didn't care how cute they were.

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Anakin had spent some ~~handwavy~~ time at the gym and was heading into the shop to pick up something for Rory when he recognized the man at the table.

He hated this island.

Maybe he could sneak past unnoticed?

Edited 2009-02-08 22:19 (UTC)

"How unobservant do you think I am, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, sipping at a cup of tea.

Anakin let out a frustrated little sigh, then put on a smile. "Master," he said. "I didn't expect to see you here...at all."

What with the whole being dead thing. His Obi-Wan didn't sit in cafés any longer.

And was blue.

Edited 2009-02-08 22:26 (UTC)

Another sip of tea. "Quite a place you've found here," Obi-Wan observed. "For you and your...grandchildren, I hear."

Anakin nodded warily. Of course Obi-Wan had found that sort of thing out. He always did. "And where did you come from, Master?" he asked carefully.

A quick motion of Obi-Wan's fingers sent the squirrels on their way.

"Tatooine," he said evenly, "where I'm watching your son grow up and making sure the legacy of the Jedi isn't entirely destroyed by Darth Vader and his master." His eyes slanted towards Anakin, who didn't look more than a year older than he had after their meeting on Mustafar. That didn't seem fair. "Is this story a familiar one to you?"

"I can explain," Anakin said quickly, feeling more and more like a fifteen year old Padawan by the second.

Obi-Wan took another sip from his cup. "You can explain," he repeated. "You can explain how you took my decades of teachings, spun them completely around, pledged your life to a man dedicated to the complete eradication of everything you stood for, destroyed millions of lives, and killed all of your friends? This ought to be good."

Someone had been holding that in for a while.

Anakin stared at him, heart pounding hard in his chest. "Okay, I can't explain," he admitted. "I was trying to save Padmé."

"Something you never thought to mention to me," Obi-Wan commented, tearing the pastry in front of him into bite size pieces. And then into crumbs.

"You would have gone straight to the Council!" Anakin retorted. "I needed the information in the Masters Archives to stop her from dying!"

"You can't possibly be blaming your bad decisions on what I might have done," Obi-Wan said, voice getting a little heated despite himself.

Only Anakin could get him this irritated this quickly. It was the man's superpower.

Anakin's face took on a very familiar stubborn look. "Oh, I can see it now," he said. "Us and Cody and Rex and the clones on some Force-forsaken planet in the Outer Rim and I just happen to mention that Padmé and I have been married for two years. You'd've dragged me back to to the Council by my hair, lecturing Ahsoka the entire way about how I'm a lesson in what not to do."

Obi-Wan sighed heavily. Had he really seemed like that much of a...prig? "It's in the past," he said finally. "You look...different than I expected."

Which really wasn't fair. He'd been turning into jerky on Tatooine and Anakin hadn't aged at all.

"Palpatine kept a couple cloned versions of my former self around, just in case," Anakin said, figuring Obi-Wan would be able to make the leap.

"That sounds like him," Obi-Wan said. "He always has a back-up plan, doesn't he?"

"Not at the end, he didn't," Anakin said with a tight smile.

Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile a little at that. "Finally remember who you were?"

Anakin nodded. "A little bit of who I used to be, at least. I have Luke to thank for that." He gave Obi-Wan a tiny smile. "And since you trained him..."

Damn that infernal man. Obi-Wan had been doing so well working with righteous indignation. Now he remembered why Anakin's betrayal had hurt so terribly.

Except he hadn't trained Luke. Something to work on when he returned home, he supposed. Owen Lars must've become reasonable at some point.

"I'm not forgetting about the years of atrocities you've perpetuated," he warned. Even if it was harder to do, looking at the man he'd loved like a brother ~~totally brothers~~ rather than the monster in black.

"I hardly thought you would," Anakin replied, running his hand across his neck.

Or what he was going to do in the future. The other him that lived where Obi-Wan did.

Fandom made his head hurt.

"It's...good to see you," he offered.

"A version of my old friend who learns from his mistakes," Obi-Wan said dryly. "Clearly the Force does have a sense of humor. Tell me of these grandchildren you have."

And Anakin sat down and babbled at Obi-Wan for very long time, talking about Jaina, Jacen, Anakin, and Ben, Rory and the new baby, Luke and Leia and what they were up to...

It was almost like he'd missed the man.

It might have been getting close to dinnertime, but Jessica didn't care. She was craving something sweet, and began looking through the display, figuring the bakery had to have something good and low-fat. She had to watch her figure, after all.

Anakin ~~after fleeing from the well-deserved verbal ass-kicking Obi-Wan was delivering~~ crouched by the pastry case. "I've heard good things about the chocolate cake," he offered.

Jessica glanced and gave the guy a quick once-over. He was definitely too hot to be dressed so weirdly, she thought. "I can't eat that," she said, sighing. "It's way too fattening, and I'm going to have to fit back into my cheerleading uniform in a few weeks."

"You're a cheerleader?" Anakin tilted his head. "How have I missed seeing you around the school before now?"

Even after running into his dead Jedi Master, Anakin hadn't put it together yet, no.

"Oh, I don't go to school here. I just got here yesterday," she said. "I don't really know what happened, but this place is totally too weird, so my parents have to be coming to get me soon." If they expected her to stay here away from all her friends, they were crazy.

"That seems to be going around," Anakin said. "I just ran into an old friend who'd just arrived."

Who went by Ben. The wheels were starting to spin now.

"I'm Anakin," he said, holding out his hand. "Who are you?"

Just because he had a funny name, that was no reason to be impolite.

"Jessica Wakefield, at your service," she said, flashing a bright smile as she took his hand.

Oh, there was no way he was this lucky. "I don't suppose you go by Jess?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. "Unless I'm in trouble, and then I totally get the full name treatment."

Anakin's smile grew wider. "Do you get in trouble often?"

"More than some people, but it's never my fault," Jessica said, putting on an adorable look. "What can I say? I'm pretty irresistible, and that includes attracting trouble, even when I don't want it."

"I can see that," Anakin said, growing more amused by the minute. "What's the most trouble you've ever been in?"

On one hand, it was kind of creepy to tell this guy things about herself. But on the other hand, Jessica did love to talk about herself, so it wasn't like it was boring or anything.

"The most trouble? Probably the time my parents grounded me for staying out too late, and when I tried to get back at them, I kind of accidentally almost joined a cult. It was totally a mistake though."

"Almost joined a cult?" Anakin burst out laughing. "That's terrible!"

"It wasn't my fault! The people were all nice and not creepy or anything at first," Jessica said.

"That's generally the first sign that it's a cult," Anakin said. "The chirpy happiness."

"I know that now," Jessica said with a bit of a pout. "I got grounded for ages for that one."

"For almost joining a cult, you were...grounded," Anakin said dryly. "Good to remember."

"I'll have one of those. And one of those. Six of those, and all of those," Twenty-four hours hadn't been long enough to show Bender the virtues of self restraint. Had his pants shrunk? "Don't you have anything with nachos?"

The pile of cakes was almost too high to see over as Bender left the counter, doughnut in hand and custard dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you quite certain you have enough to eat there, young one?" Obi-Wan asked.

"No," said Bender, muffled as he kept shoveling sweers into his mouth. "I haven't tried the coffee cream or the cream of coffee or any of those..." His free arm swept in the direction of the counter.

And there was something else Bender needed to say, something important. "These are mine. You want some? Then get your own."

"I'll remember," Obi-Wan said, hiding his amusement.

Bender deposited his tray at a table and belched, picking up something green and sticky. He grunted as he sat down. "These pants must be malfunctioning," he said, with a poke to his midriff. "They can't be meant to shrink."

Obi-Wan blinked. "While you've been wearing them?" A glance to the giant pile of food. "How strange."

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