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Office hours [all day]

Anakin was sitting in the center of the carpet on his floor, eyes closed, hands on knees, meditating.

His office was, once again, spotless, but he was having trouble finding any kind of serenity.

Soft music was playing and the door--also fixed--was about halfway open.

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"Oh? I figured you two'd start a club." Unless of course, John had grown on Anakin.

"He didn't think much of pilots," Anakin said, "and didn't like Jaina."

And that was the end of it for Anakin.

"Right," there were reasons John didn't go home ever. "He thinks this is all a waste of time."

"He's wrong," Anakin said firmly. "No one can choose your destiny for you."

"Isn't whatever I do my destiny? Even if it's what others want?"

"Destiny's not quite that simple," Anakin said with a small smile.

Even after Ghanima's workshop on destiny, John still wasn't sure what to make of it all. "It's more a choose your own adventure novel?"

"Sure," Anakin replied, having no idea what John was talking about.

"I don't know. But as long as someone does, it works." Or so he hoped.

"I'm not exactly the best person to talk about destiny with. It pretty much bit me in the ass," Anakin said.

"So why not ignore destiny entirely?"

Anakin shrugged. "I tried. I got married, planned to leave the Order...I didn't want to be the Chosen One. That didn't work out."

John's face screwed up in concentration. "So what you're saying is it's inevitable? There's nothing we can do and our destiny is set?"

"I think the big things, yes, they're set," Anakin said. "I tried to change the future and ended up making it worse."

"Great," John sighed. "Here's hoping genetics doesn't get involved and screw me over worse than my family already has."

Anakin gave him a small smile. "You're not wanting optimism from me, right?"

He couldn't help wondering, "Is that even possible?"

"I'm not very good at it, no," Anakin replied.

"I think that runs in your family," John told him.

"Realism?" Anakin asked.

"If that's what they're calling pessimism these days."

"I'm very cheerful. Sometimes."

Around Rory.

"You give the best pep talks. Were you a cheerleader back in the day?"

"No," Anakin said, a ghost of a smile turning up his lips. "I was president of the Deep Thoughts Club."

Of course he was.

"I don't think I want to know what the Deep Thoughts centered around." Dirty.

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sith_happened - 2008-11-08 18:38 (UTC) - Expand

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