━━━━"I DON'T REMEMBER YOU HAVING A strange obsession with balconies," Obi-wan commented as he stood beside Lissa.

She watched the fluorescent hues flicker onto his skin, giving him an ethereal glow. Her hands fidgeted from a gust of wind. His blue eyes bore holes into her skull as he silently watched her.

"I don't remember you having a strange obsession with being a loser," she shot back with a lazy smile, "No but everywhere else is covered in glass and boring. How am I supposed to jump dramatically if something happens? What am I gonna say, "Sorry to crash the party?" Actually that's a great idea, let me write it down."

"Or," he put her hands down, stopping them from their usual frantic waving, "You could shut up, that always works."

"That is physically impossible and you know that."

"My mistake...Pisser," Lissa stopped at the nickname, her eyes widening. Obi-wan had the most smug smile on his face as he leaned against the wall.

That name began so many fights during her time in the academy. Especially with Obi-wan. He thought he was so slick and so funny. Curse him and his stupidly attractive face. It was a miracle she didn't push him off the ledge right then and there.

"You shut your face right now, Wobi," she moved closer, pointing her finger right in front of his face.

He remained unfazed, "Did I make Lissa The Pisser angry?"

"I will hurt you, i will throw you out of this building and i will shave your dead body," She cringed at her own words, picturing the man bald and beardless, as well as the lacklustre insult, "I'm going to drink some water and think of a better insult, when I come back, you better be ready."

"Don't piss yourself, Liss," he called to her as she walked away. She took a bow and ran off.

"I'll try not to."

Her bare feet pressed against the cold floor with every step. She couldn't let that cocky bastard win this time. There was a nickname that everyone called him when they were padawans, it was on the tip of her tongue, she swore. As she walked by Atlas' room, she spotted something.

There was Atlas, on the floor, slumped against his door. She brought out her lightsaber and cautiously looked around. A snore disrupted her thoughts━━ the boy was asleep. A fond smile stretched across her lips. She carried him up, using the force to open the door. She set him gently on the bed as he softly stirred.

Lissa sat beside him, kicking her legs over his limp body. She brought out her scanner from her side belt and turned it on to check on Padmé. There was a view of R2-D2 standing guard by the door. That was weird. Wait, no

She slipped out of the room and ran down the hall, nearly slipping on her way. She ran up to Anakin's room and barged in.

"What the hell is this?" She burst into the room. She saw Obi-wan hold up his scanner, showing the exact same footage. Lissa nodded and pointed at it. She realised that the two were together alone (not judging or anything but what?), "Also, what the hell is this?"

"She covered her cameras, Master Eir," Anakin announced, mildly horrified at the fact that she appeared out of no where, "Maybe she didn't like me watching her."

Lissa snorted, "Well, kid, you were practically undressing her with your weird creep stare."

"What was she thinking?" Obi-wan said, ignoring whatever nonsensical garbage that came out of Lissa's mouth.

"She programmed R2 to warn if there are any intruders."

"That is so smart, I love her now," said Lissa, staring at the scanner in awe.

"Liss━━" he started. He looked her in the eye and decided that it wasn't worth telling her off, "━━It's not an intruder I'm worried about. There are many other ways to kill a Senator."

Obi-wan's words left her uneasy. As much as she'd hate to admit it, he was right. Yes, Padmé was smart, but people were smarter. For all she knew, they could be infiltrating right now. Wait, are they? He stared at her, sensing her unease and subtly moved closer to her, trying to calm her nerves. Her hands visibly fidgeted underneath her robes. Obi-wan lifted a finger and her hands sudden stopped moving.

"Bitch," she mumbled quietly, so only he could hear her. He grinned.

"I know, but we also want to catch this assassin," Anakin spoke up, oblivious, "Don't we, Master?"

Obi-Wan was almost screaming at this point, "You're using her as bait?"

"It was her idea," Anakin was quick to defend himself, "Don't worry, no harm will come to her. I can sense everything going on in that room. Trust me."

"It's too risky," she said sternly, "Really damn risky, besides, kid, your senses haven't fully developed, you're not there yet."

"And you are?"

"You do not speak to Master Eir like that, Anakin," Obi-wan scolded, "You must━━"

"Leave it, Wobi," she smiled fondly, "I was just like him when i was a padawan, it's alright."

"I'm sorry," Anakin mumbled sheepishly.

"For your punishment, you and Wobi have to come with me and wake up Atlas," she shrugged.

"Absolutely not."

"Shut up and walk, old man," she raised her hand and pushed the two out of the room, "You can continue your psycho-sexual discussions on the way there."

"I will smack you," Obi-wan hissed.

She pushed him out the door, "Kinky."

Lissa silently fiddled with her hair as the three slowly crept through the dimly lit halls. Obi-wan caught himself staring at the woman beside him as they walked. There was something enchanting in those murky purple irises of hers. It was both comforting and infuriating at the same time. Her purple eyes met his before he quickly turned away, missing the ghost of a smile that ever so slightly curved on her lips.

"You look tired, Anakin," he commented loudly, distracting himself.

"I don't sleep well anymore," Anakin mumbled tiredly.

"Is it because of your mother?"

The moment those words escaped Obi-wan, he instantly turned to Lissa, feeling ridiculously guilty. She looked to him, the colour gone from her skin, the twinkle dimming ever so slightly in her eye. He saw her; tired, drained and trying. There was a beat before he felt a squeeze on his hand. She winked reassuringly, she was okay.

"I don't know why I keep dreaming about her now," he sounded almost lost at this point, " I haven't seen her since I was little."

Well, dreams come and go, kid. Nothing really stays, anyway," she mumbled. Obi-wan raised an eyebrow at this, unsure of what she meant.

"I'd much rather dream about Padmé," he confessed. Lissa suddenly began to choke on nothing and cough really loudly while Obi-wan looked bewildered, "Being around her again is...intoxicating."

The sentiment was sweet, pretty creepy, but sweet. He was still a young boy with much to learn. Lissa would be lying if she hadn't thought about leaving the order, to be able to love with no bounds. Still, the boy was naive to speak his thoughts like that. Wow, the voices in her head sounded so mature, what?

"Be mindful of your thoughts Anakin..." Obi-wan trailed off, releasing Lissa's hand, "They betray you."

Suddenly, Lissa quickened her pace and stormed off, making sure to push the man back for good measure too. Of course, the oh-so-sacred Jedi Code, how could she forget. It wasn't like she heard him go on about what they could and couldn't do every single day for years. She couldn't stand around to listen to yet another one of his lectures.

She stormed into her padawan's room, slamming the door behind her. The boy instantly woke up at the sound, igniting his lightsaber and pointing it at his master.

"I'm too sexy to die," she cried, throwing herself on the floor.

"You are a strange woman, my master," he turned the weapon off, falling back onto his pillow.

"Thank you, I try," she tossed her hair, "But you gotta get up now, before Mr. That's-Not-The-Jedi-Way shows up and yells at you for sleeping the wrong way or whatever."

She laid beside him, fiddling with her hand, "You seem to really hate Master Kenobi."

"The thing is I don't," Lissa groaned, grabbing a pillow, "Wobi's my friend━━ my only friend━━ things are just so weird and he's so infuriating. "

"No, I get that," he rested his head on her stomach, "Everything is confusing."

"Ooh, someone's got a crush," she teased, "Is it Yoda? I don't blame you, there's something attractive about all those wrinkles."

"Ew no, he's a million years old," Atlas nearly gagged, "And I am NOT having this conversation with you."

"Listen, I know it's difficult coming to terms with your feelings," she snickered, "But I'm sure that Master Yoda will reciprocate the feelings."

"Force, I hate you," he threw a pillow at her.

"Shut up, you love me."

Lissa stopped the pillow and redirected it at him. He groaned and rolled around as it hit him. She never had a sibling and wasn't allowed to ever have children of her own and if she had to have another conversation with Shaak-Ti she'd go mad (not that she hated her, but for love of everything sacred, please let someone else talk). It was nice having a padawan, someone she could care about, could teach, could love as her own. Atlas was way too wise and intelligent for his age so it was more like he taught her. He truly deserved the world.

Suddenly the air around her grew cold and stiff and the buzzing in her brain grew into loud screams of danger. The two shared a look and immediately dashed through the door. The look of pure panic on Atlas face made her pick up her pace. The senator was in trouble.

They burst into the room to see Anakin whacking Kouhuns as a startled Padmé watches from her bed. Lissa spotted a droid outside the window while Atlas tended to the shaken Senator.

"SORRY TO CRASH THE PARTY," Obi-wan screamed as he burst through the glass window after catching sight of the droid.

"Motherfucker stole my line!" Lissa screamed, she turned to Atlas, "Get my speeder."

Atlas nodded and grabbed Anakin before making his way down to where the speeders were parked. She quickly jumped after him. She grabbed onto a nearby speeder, to get a better view. Then, she let go, letting gravity guide her down.

The probe droid visibly sunk under the weight of Obi-wan but managed to stay afloat. Lissa tried her best to keep a steady eye on the droid as she quickly plummeted. It took her a while to realise that she had no plan whatsoever and was now falling to her death. That's always fun. After panicking for three seconds, she managed to grip onto the sides of a passing speeder (with a very ugly colour scheme, to be honest) and let it take her closer.

"Having fun, are you?" Obi-wan screamed bitterly as he tried to play around with the droid's wire.

"I can't hear you, jackass!" She replied at the top of her voice.

The person driving the speeder looked down and aggressively try to push her off while swearing profusely in some language she didn't understand. They (??) managed to shake her off and she proceeded to fall fifty stories like and idiot until a speeder dropped beside her. A pair of arms helped haul her up and over into the passenger seat. She moved over to get to the driver's seat but saw Anakin happily sitting there as they zipped through traffic.

"Why is he driving my speeder? Move over, boy" Lissa barked, sending chills up the boy's spine. He didn't budge and made a sharp turn. She glared at him begrudgingly before throwing herself back hard into the seat, "Fine, it's not like I spent money on this thing or anything."

"Do I not get a thank you for pulling you up, darling?" Obi-wan teased

"Oh yes," she sung sarcastically, throwing her body back, dramatically, "My hero."

"I'm going to throw up," Atlas rolled his eyes from the back. Lissa only grinned and jumped in beside him.

Anakin deftly moves in and out of the oncoming traffic, across lanes, between buildings, and miraculously through a construction site. Sending his Master thrashing around in his seat.

"I can't wait to burn this thing," he mumbled. After yet another sharp turn, he nearly squealed, "Are you trying to kill us?"

"Sorry, I forgot you don't like flying, Master," Anakin smirked, "Should I let Master Eir take the wheel then?"

The evil grin on Lissa's face and the cry for help from Atlas made him immediately hold onto the seat tighter, "No thank you, just be more careful."

"Too bad, my speeder, my rules, move over, star child," the woman crawled over, carelessly. She smiled at the evident look of horror on her friend's face, "Let's ride, baby."

"Dear force, help us all."

Lissa immediately picked up speed and zoomed into the tunnel after the assassin. Her tongue stuck out in concentration as she stepped on the gas. With every sharp turn, a loud cry of protest from Obi-wan, a scream of horror from Atlas, and an excited shout from Anakin rang through the tunnel.

The assassin turned directly into the oncoming traffic. They were trying to throw her off. She scrunched her nose up and looped around the other speeders.

"This isn't working," Anakin mumbled as he dodged a shot.

"Thank you for that shocking discovery, Anakin," said Obi-wan, with the bitterness of a rotten citrus, gripping onto Lissa as she jerked forward, "I'll be sure to mention that."

Atlas shakily stood up, screaming over the sound of the blasters, traffic and wind, "I'm going after him!"

"Um, I think the fuck not," Lissa turned abruptly, making him fall back onto Anakin.

"There are power couplings not too far ahead. We trail him until then and then cut them off in front," Obi-wan instructed.

Lissa nodded with a half smirk, sticking her tongue out as they dodged some banners flying in the street. She lunges forward with a surge of power, nearly sending Obi-wan flying over.

"Don't do that!" He scolded, clutching his chest in shock.

Lissa smiled smugly, "Sorry baby, we have a job to do."

"I can't believe I got stuck with a moon jockey of a Master," Atlas groaned. Lissa reached down and threw her shoe at him.

"You watch your mouth young man, I did not raise a petty bitch."

They followed the bounty hunter through a power refinery, like Obi-wan had mentioned. The bounty hunter began shooting at them again. Lissa recklessly dodged the shots, sending her passengers flying all over the place. Obi-wan ignited his lightsaber, burning a little bit of the leather seats (much to Lissa's dismay), sending a blast right back to the assassin. It hit a power coupling right next to the bounty hunter and sent the speeder into a giant explosion. The impact caused the others to fall down and crash into a building.

Lissa climbed out of the speeder instantly, dashing to check if there were any damages. When her purple eyes settled on the scratch that cracked against the faded lilac details on the hood, she let out a scream.

"My BABY!" she cried, throwing herself onto the hood.

"It's barely a scratch, Liss," Obi-wan pulled her up. The sound of her crying left an uncomfortable tight feeling in his chest. He hated it when she cried, but for star's sake she was crying over a piece of junk, "We need to hurry up, he's getting away."

"It's not my fault you're so slow, Wobi," she said between sobs. Wait a minute. That reminded her of something (Slow? Wobi? ....OH!), "Be happy that you've finally destroyed my speeder, Slow-bi Wan."

"Listen it's not my fault that━" he froze, raising his eyebrow before his eyes widened, "You did not."

"Yes I did," she wiped a snot bubble onto the sleeve of her robe, making her friend cringe, "You're such a slow learner."

"I hate you. So much," he groaned.

Lissa patted his cheek with affection and a teasing smile. She stopped and looked around. Narrowing her eyes, her smile slowly dropped. She nudged Obi-wan's arm.

"Hey, where the fuck are the kids?"

(unedited)