Flight Shed [all day]

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With all of the visitors to his office yesterday, Anakin had not had a chance to get down to the flight shed to reconfigure it for next week's class. He made a trip back to the island, grabbed last night's radio broadcast, and headed down to the shed as he listened.

...and then he had to make a detour to Turtle and Canary to pick up bleach and a sponge and some lye and a shovel to kill a boyfriend with.

So now Anakin was in the shed, cleaning like a fiend in between leaving slightly incoherent messages on certain people's voicemail, and wondering if he could set the sock he'd just found on fire with the power of his brain.

Taunt the Jedi at your peril, but the flight shed's doors were wide open.

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The smell of cleaning solution was a familiar one and thus it drew her to the open door of the building she'd never been in.

"Hello?"

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"WHAT?" Anakin roared.

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She didn't quite startle, but she certainly wasn't expecting that. Her hand gripped a little tighter around the doorway.

"I was just going to say that you might want to open the windows. Bleach will give you a headache."

She'd learned that through many a post-birthdayparty disaster area.

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"That's why the doors are open," he said snappishly. "There aren't any windows. It's a shed."

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Aha.

"Our shed had a small window at the back."

There was a wild, ridiculous thought to offer to cut him some but she fought it down and pressed her lips together.

"Would you like any help then? Get it done quicker."

She'd never liked doing chores or cleaning, but a little bit of normalcy (for her anyway) might be good. And she'd learned that good hard work had it's own rewards.

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"How incredibly special for your shed," Anakin snarled, scrubbing harder. "I don't want help. I don't need help."

Cleaning was stopping him from killing people, at least for the moment.

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"Fair enough."

Hmm.

"Are you a professor, incidentally?"

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"I'm not the kriffing handyman," Anakin retorted, glaring at her and taking a moment from scrubbing a spot on the floor. "Do I have a sign on me somewhere that's begging for small talk?"

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She shook her head.

"No," she admitted, "but I've always found screaming at someone is a lot better than just pounding at things."

A moment's pause before--

"And I was just curious as I haven't seen you before."

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Anakin had a habit of killing people when he was angry that he was trying to avoid repeating. Thus the pounding on things.

"I teach," he said, voice clipped. "I don't mingle."

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Fiona cut things in half. Like... giant redwoods. And occasionally people, though she didn't like to think about that.

"What do you teach? And I'll leave you alone after that; I just want to know since I'm reasonably sure you probably don't want to see me in your class."

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Anakin gestured at the flight simulator. "Knitting," he growled. "Go away."

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She had no idea what it was, but assumed it was some manner of computer nonsense which she didn't have the first clue about anyway.

She didn't laugh, though she almost wanted to. Instead, she bowed her head and slipped out.

"Thank you, professor."

And she was gone.

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By the time Jaina realized she could sense her grandfather on the island, she did a good amount of internal cursing, then worked herself up to actually find him in the afternoon. She didn't see the point of putting off the inevitable, and at least this way she could get it over with.

Besides, hiding got boring.

So when she got to the flight shed, she started with the, "I'm sorry," first thing. She doubted he'd hear that part, but she would have gotten it in there before the two-way yelling started, if their track record was anything to go by.

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"This wasn't what I gave you a key for!" he roared, poking his head out from under the simulator where he was washing each part with bleach.

Obsessive? Nah.

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"And it will never ever happen again," she promised quickly. She didn't point out that really, there was a small sense of accomplishment at having managed a key in that state.

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"Damn right it won't," Anakin growled, banging on something that didn't need to be banged on. "I thought you were more responsible than this!"

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"Even the most responsible people slip up sometimes," Jaina pointed out, frowning.

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"I want the key back," he said, sliding back under the simulator. "And I hope you didn't have plans for Saturday."

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"I use the simulator for training," she protested. She actually understood the request, but the psycho workaholic in her was not giving it back without a fight. "I did one stupid thing- for the first time here, too- but I use this for actual work."

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"It had better have been the first time!" Anakin barked as he banged his head against something.

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She certainly wouldn't tell him if it wasn't. "It was. And again, one stupid thing in any capacity here in two years."

Apparently she was getting better at biting her tongue against things that might get her into bigger trouble, because the That's practically a miracle for me remained unsaid.

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"It was a stupid thing in the flight shed," Anakin railed. Which he loved more than, say, Vladdie. "A drunken, stupid, dangerous thing!"

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She wanted to be rational, she did. It didn't seem like he was going to let that happen. "Which is why I said that's not happening again. You can't yell anything I don't already know."

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"Then give me the key," he snapped. "You prove over the next few weeks that you aren't just a hormonal idiot and you can have it back. Until then, you call first and I'll unlock the door and listen to you promise not to do anything stupid, just like all the other students."

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"You aren't on island most days. I'm in here nearly every day. It's a regular part of training. I can't do the work I need to," she insisted. "I came to apologize, but apparently you've never done anything stupid so obviously that's not going to work."

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Something else slammed. "Yes, that's exactly why I'm upset. Because I've never done something stupid," Anakin spat. "Please. I found your boyfriend's kriffing socks in here. I teach in this room! Go be a teenager anywhere else."

There was a brief pause.

"Not my office."

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"So you're really going to do this? You're mad, so you're going to mess up my work? You know what, fine," she said, getting the key from a pocket. "If you really think I'm nothing but a hormonal idiot, you can have your stupid key back. I won't be asking you for anything again."

Jaina apparently did not take to having her insane work schedule threatened.

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"If you're going to work, fine," Anakin snarled. "But he can't come in with you. And you'll be serving detention on Saturday and cleaning this place with a toothbrush before my class on Tuesday."

Even backing down, Anakin could still sound like the most arrogant man in two galaxies.

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"As long as you're not here, fine," she said, pocketing the key quickly before turning to go. Amazing how she ended up making herself feel like the victimized here.

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Anakin let her have the final word for once and went back to slamming things around overdramatically after she left.