Title: Silken, Blue, and Distinctly Un-Jedi
Author: JulezB
Rating: G
Notes: Written in response to the Challenge 3: The Snippet [at Force Haven's Forum]. The line I chose to include was 'Where did that skirt come from'. Written in 5 minutes whilst I was eating a Muller fruit corner. Yum.

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As Obi-Wan’s chuckling died down, he noticed something.

Something blue and silken. Something distinctly un-Jedi.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan began hesitantly, sobering, “Where did that skirt come from?”

He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer. Knowing his former apprentice, the answer would surely lead to a situation Obi-Wan would rather not be in. He really wished he hadn’t asked. But as the upstanding, Masterly type and Anakin’s friend, he felt it was his duty to inquire about...the skirt.

“Skirt, Obi-Wan? What skirt?” Anakin asked, looking puzzled as he emerged from behind his open backpack.

Obi-Wan sighed and got to his feet. He winced as his back muscles protested and muttered darkly about ‘blasted Separatists.’ Anakin hid a smile behind his hand. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan sensed his amusement and scowled at him. He plucked the flimsy, periwinkle blue garment from where it had been stuffed in one of the pockets of Anakin’s backpack. He held it in the manner in which someone would hold an object contaminated by radiation.

“This skirt, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, raising an eyebrow.

Anakin surprised Obi-Wan by blushing bright red; usually, he would laugh such a thing off.

“Well?” Obi-Wan dangled the skirt in front of Anakin, “Where did it come from?”

“Well, you see…It’s, er…mine! Yes; mine.”

“Yours, Anakin?” Obi-Wan gave him an incredulous look. He held the skirt by each side of the waist and stretched it as far as it would go. He looked at Anakin, “It’s a bit small for you, isn’t it?”

Anakin’s cheeks burned, “What I meant was-…It’s not mine; I’m looking after it for a friend!”

Obi-Wan decided that embarrassed Anakin Skywalker was going to be his new favourite source of amusement.

“You’re looking after this skirt for a friend?”

“Yes,” Anakin nodded enthusiastically for a moment, before apparently changing his mind and began to shake his head ardently, “Well, you see; it wasn’t exactly a friend. I, er, found it!”

"And you thought you’d keep it?” Obi-Wan couldn’t wait to tell Master Yoda.

“I meant to put in the trash. But with the mission and all, I forgot.”

“I’ll do it for you then, shall I?” Obi-Wan folded the skirt over his arm. He looked expectantly at Anakin.

The Knight appeared as if he was going to protest, but then he nodded and muttered, “If it isn’t any trouble, of course.”

“No trouble, my friend; I assure you. In fact, you can come with me to the garbage chute. It’s on the way to the hangar, after all.”

“Great,” Anakin replied dully, pulling on his robe, “Shall we?”

“Certainly,” Obi-Wan smirked to himself as Anakin left the room.

Anakin wanted to rip the smirk off of his face. He persuaded himself to refrain, after realising that Obi-Wan wouldn’t be too pleased and, despite his complaints and rebellion, he really didn’t like upsetting Obi-Wan.

Plus, he didn’t think Padmé would ever forgive him if he got blood on her favourite skirt.

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