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This is the holiday and this is the fic.

Title: Gift of the Blarney

Author: pronker

Rated: T

Era: AU circa 15 BBY, except there was/will be no BY, read further to find out why!

Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in George Lucas' Star Wars, using its characters and settings as they were taken over by Disney. I do not own Star Wars and am neither George nor Walt. Just wait until my next life, though.

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Luc(retia) Skywalker-Kenobi, Donald Skywalker-Kenobi, OC

A/N: This is part four of the Mudverse slash saga. Any plot point questions cheerfully answered. The upshot is that Anakin and Obi-Wan and their five year-olds now live when post-Clone Wars financial concerns require the Jedi Temple to be partially self-supporting, because the heating and air conditioning bill is astronomical.
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Current Mood: content
Current Location: downstairs office
Current Music: quiet, blessed quiet

This is a holiday themed story written for

jarkai_fic as a gift in

jedi_mistletoe and posted here with great hubris.

Title: Trailer Park Princess

( And a Happy New Year, too )

Part One Hundred Seven

"Hello, Anakin."

"Good evening, Padmé."

Padmé, trying for sauciness, tossed her head. "You haven't talked to me since the funeral."

"You haven't commed me, either."

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Part One Hundred Five

"Hi."

"Soup's on."

"All right." Obi-Wan and Anakin sat stiffly through a light supper of runyip stew and scrimpi. Anakin couldn't muster up the appetite to add his favorite glockaw sauce to the dish. Afterwards, they watched an ongoing HoloNet series called The Gloom Walkers At A Gallop, portraying the New Sith War as a historical drama with two especially involving leads, soldiers in a Dark Lord's army whose careers and private lives enthralled them. Or at least they used to, before this.

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Part One Hundred Three

The fish did not flap even once when they hit the floor. Their small bodies fanned out in a ribbon of dull silver, blasted by a Chosen One's rage.

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Part One Hundred One

It wasn't until Obi-Wan woke up Anakin by calling brokenheartedly for his mother that Anakin truly began to worry.

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Part Ninety-Seven

The morning of the Republic Day Jedi Annual Picnic and Open Temple Tour dawned with its usual golden and pink glory. Not only was Obi-Wan feeling better after recovering from his bout with intoxication, he was looking forward to seeing Quinlan Vos, who was returning for a brief leave before shipping out again.

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Part Ninety-Five

The next morning's not-yet-harsh sunslight slanted across Anakin and Cliegg and Shmi's grave. "You'll comm me when it's all over."

It wasn't a request. Anakin didn't bristle, however. "Yes."

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Part Ninety-Three

Space. Adventure, without the shooting-at-his-Z-95-Headhunter part, the being-a-target-for-droids mindset. Tatooine did have some CIS activity, but it was centered around Mos Osnoe, far from Mos Eisley. I could learn to like this, Obi-Wan thought, and then paused.

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Part Eighty-Nine

Obi-Wan pressed hard enough to block Anakin's jugular, hoping that the pressure would cut off either Anakin's air or suppress the artery enough to produce unconsciousness.

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Part Eighty-Six

Was that Palpatine's, the Supreme Chancellor's, my friend's head lipping down Padmé's thighs and then between?

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Part Eighty-Four

Threepio's photoreceptors remained as black as Artoo's single orb. Now ensconced in a corner of Anakin's room, their delivery had been a thorny issue this morning.

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Part Eighty-Two

This was bad, this was bad. Luminara skimmed Obi-Wan's ganglia, synapses, and neurons all the way down to the dendrites and there was not a thing organically wrong with him.

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Part Eighty

Pain control technique number one: The pain exists. Obi-Wan hadn't any doubt that his right fingers, palm, wrist, forearm, elbow and part of his upper arm twitched in spasming jerks, synapses aflame with no relief. Pain control technique number two: The pain can be conquered.

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Part Seventy-Eight

There was nothing in Yoda's eight hundred-year-plus existence that had been more worth waiting for than this council meeting.

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Part Seventy-Six

"You. And Obi-Wan."

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Part Seventy-Four

Master Ali-Anann retied Initiate Mimo's hair ribbon for the third time that day. The Mirialan toddler switched from babbling about her new best friend to describing in detail how pudding was her dessert of choice because you could eat it with a spoon or a straw.

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Part Seventy-Two

"--- flirp --- crackle --- CRACKLE --- hmmmNNNNAAmidala here. Anakin, ... -ou get away?"

Anakin squeezed the amplifier button on the small comm, leaning forward from his seat on his own bed. "Say again?" He cupped his hand around the annoying scrap of technology.

" --an you get away tonight? Happy Anniversary, by the way. The flowers are lovely. Thank you."

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Part Seventy

"Anakin, do I seem different to you?" Obi-Wan ran lazy fingers through Anakin's undone braid.

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Part Sixty-Eight

"You're certain they all died?" Children, women, pets? The aquarium in the corner bubbled as usual while Luminara took in what Anakin had just confessed.

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