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“…Anakin…where
did you get this?” Obi-Wan questioned, blinking down at the shiny
and brand new pod piece in his hand that he had stumbled upon.

He knew that
Anakin couldn’t but it, not this brand, not this new, there just
wasn’t enough money between everything else he bought in.

“I…it was a
gift?” The blond looked guiltily up at him.

Guilty for what?

For not telling
Obi-Wan about it, for accepting the gift or for now having to tattle
if he promised not to tell anyone about the gift?

“From…who?”
Obi-Wan asked carefully, aware that his padawans shoulders were
tense. He was ready to do his version of evasion and bolting.

It sent Obi-Wan’s
heart into his throat and he put on a worried smile for his padawan
before kneeling down on the floor beside the other. “You’re not
in trouble Anakin, its just…” He held up the pod piece. “This
is new, expensive and technically speaking you shouldn’t have it
because you couldn’t afford it. Force, I couldn’t afford it, not
with how brand new it is. I’m just…curious…no make that worried
about how you got it.” He added softly.

Anakin gnawed on
his lower lip, watching Obi-Wan before his shoulders untensed, the
twelve year old giving him his full attention.

“The Chancellor
gave it to me. He said it was a gift.”

“I see.”
Obi-Wan looked back at the pod piece.

“…Are you
angry?” Anakin fiddled with the droid part in his hands, a small
piece to be used on a mouse droid.

“No, I’m
worried.” Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin.

But honestly he
was terrified.

The Chancellor had
given Anakin an expensive pod piece, state of the art, hardly on the
market and very hard to get a hold of even for professional pod
racers.

“Anakin…what
else has the Chancellor given you?”

()()()

“No.”

He says it before
he can as much as think, a knee jerk reaction coming from the dept of
him as his entire being screams out in rejection.

His instant
refusal takes the Council by surprise and Obi-Wan can’t find a hoot
inside himself to care as he slides his hands into his robe sleeves
and watches them in return as they watch him. Beside him Anakin looks
up in surprise, a tiny frown starting at his brows as he watches
Obi-Wan too.

“No? I’m not
sure I understand Knight Kenobi, the Chancellor has requested your
padawan specifically.” Mace leaned forward, eyebrows raised.

“And I’m sure
the Chancellor will have more pleasure out of the company of an adult
who is legal to enter a bar. Considering he’s already taken
my padawan to one, I’m reluctant to allow him more time with
Anakin.”

Mace sat back even
as several Councilors leaned forward. “What? A-”

“A bar, with
strippers.” Obi-Wan pinched his lips together, the only sign of his
utter displeasure. “Anakin, please tell them.” He looked at his
very young padawan and softened at the look of discomfort on the
others face. “You are not in trouble Anakin.” He promised softly.

“No. You are
not.” Agreed Plo, watching Anakin through the unblinking optics of
his mask. “Please, tell us padawan.”

Anakin shuffled a
bit, looking back up at his master before speaking up.

()()()

“I’m sorry
Chancellor, you are not allowed to request any Jedi that are minors
by the standards of Republic law.” Windu’s face was set in
marble. “If you wish to request someone else then you are free to
do so, but padawan Skywalker, nor anyone under the age of eighteen,
will not accompany you without the supervision of their masters.”

Sheev put on a
disappointed face. “I see, that is most unfortunate. I had enjoyed
our conversation.”

Windu’s brow
twitched. “You’ve…enjoyed conversation with a twelve year old
padawan…” He let the statement hang.

“He’s very
mature for his age.”

Sheev was digging
his own grave, he could tell by the slow look of alarm that was
crossing the Jedi’s face and he was mentally cursing his slipping
grip on the Chosen one.

“I see. Please
request a different Jedi…a adult. Goodbye Chancellor.” The Master
of the order hung up and Sheev gave a low curse.

Blasted, what had
changed!?