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“I thought Master Qui-Gon was supposed to be helping us,” said Ahsoka, who was trying her hardest to catch all the objects that were hovering in their apartment. Ever since the latest growth spurt, the toddlers - even though they technically had the ages for Initiates - had started experiment with the Force. It was part of growing up and learning about yourself and the Force, but it also meant a lot of work and a lot of extra attention that needed to be paid. It also did not help that Yoda and Yaddle were still so very small and that the former was still such a big troublemaker. More than once had he escaped their LOCKED quarters.
“I know, Snips,” snapped Anakin, who had just taken away his lightsaber from small fingers. He did not want to know what Mace Windu had wanted to do with the weapon, but whatever it was, it could not have been well.
“Where is he then? Have you tried to contact him?” asked the female Togruta, who was holding Yaddle in her left arm and started distracting Plo Koon and Kit Fisto with a small game. It was nothing fancy, they were just supposed to hover the small colorful ball towards each other, but the children loved it.
“Yes, several times,” just in time did he notice that Yoda had almost escaped again. As a consequence, he was strapped once more to the blonde’s back, who promptly had to suffer from his hair being pulled at. He was truly thinking about cutting it into a Padawan hairstyle again, at least for the time being. “But he won’t answer.”
The Padawan pursed her lips. She had expected her Great-Grandmaster to be more of a help, especially since he spent his valuable time - as he called it - discussing and negotiating with the remaining Jedi Council in Order to be granted to help them. Since then, he had practically monopolized Obi-Wan’s time and attention.
It was just then, that the Jedi Master in question, stepped through the door and just as expected, was a certain red head walking by his side, a large hand was holding a much smaller one.
Immediately two stern pairs of eyes came to land on the bearded man, who raised his eyebrow at the unfriendly welcome. “What has gotten into you?” he asked. Meanwhile was Obi-Wan trying to get to Mace Windu - the two had developed a strong bond and friendship in their toddler time, almost as strong as their real bond - but the taller man kept a hold on his hand.
“What has gotten into us?” Anakin hissed, but he quickly slowed his breathing and took a couple of calming breathes. He did not want to startle the children, they were in a very open phase of their Force connection and he did not want to mark and scar them for the rest of their existence. “Where the… have you been?” Cursing was a no-go.
Again Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. “I have been meditating with Obi-Wan.”
Anakin took a quick glance towards the bored looking redhead. He had gotten rather good at reading children’s moods and Obi-Wan was not in a good one. His awe, love and admiration for the long haired male was probably the only thing that kept him from whining and demanding to be released.
“You did?” Ahsoka sounded way too happy and Anakin had a bad feeling about this. “That is great,” she stood up and picked the miniature form of Master Windu from the floor, practically shoving the kid into her Great-Grandmaster’s surprised arms. “Then you can meditate with him next. And then Master Yoda.”
“Yes,” Anakin quickly agreed. He crouched down to be on eye-level with Obi-Wan, who looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and mischief. Anakin grinned, this one knew exactly what was going on. “Hey Obi, do you want to play a game?”
“Yes please,” answered the redhead and finally, he got out of the other Jedi’s hold. Instead he ran to Ahsoka, who was explaining the rules of the next ball game for the three boys around her. Meanwhile Qui-Gon had been left standing near the entrance, gaping and not believing that he had just been outplayed by his lineage.
“See you later, Master,” said Anakin and with that he took Yaddle from his Padawan and then he started to read a story to her and Yoda, who had calmed down upon the prospect of being read to.