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After checking his office to make sure Ferus wasn't hiding in a closet or under his desk or something equally inane, Anakin flopped into his chair, consulted his notes briefly so he could remember which students he'd taught when, and waited for the first person to walk through the open into his office.

They couldn't have the coffee in his hands, by the way. Anakin needed that so he didn't tell everyone what he really thought.

[OOC: Up early so I don't forget. Off to Rennfest tomorrow, but should be back by midafternoon. SP=love!]

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Bail was startled, but he refused to be intimidated by the display. "You can't undo the things you've done," he said, brushing shards of glass off his leg. "And your temper hasn't changed. If I find out that you've ever hurt Leia...."

"You never will," Anakin replied, still more than a little angry. "I'm no longer Vader. I make that choice daily."

Some days making it more of an effort than others...

"How do I know I can trust you?" Bail demanded. "How do I know you won't do the same thing to Leia that you did to your own wife?"

"You don't," Anakin said flatly, "because asking you to trust me would be as impossible as asking for Jar-Jar to be sensible."

Beat.

"And I don't speak of Padmé. Ever."

Both scenarios were equally impossible.

"What would you do if you were me?" Bail asked. "I'd have to be crazy to leave my daughter here with you." Though he had a feeling he'd be in for an epic fight if he tried to order her to come home.

"You'd be stupid to think you could make her leave," Anakin countered. "She is safer here than at home. She can ask her questions about her family here instead of where Palpatine would put the pieces together and use her as leverage." His lips quirked up in a humorless smile. "No one is going to touch my daughter. Not even her Dark Side-embracing father in your galaxy."

"Maybe I should tell her the truth and let her decide for herself," Bail threatened, scowling when Anakin referred to Leia as his daughter.

"To get back at being irritated at me, you'd break a secret you've been keeping for Obi-Wan for almost eighteen years," Anakin replied. "I didn't think you were that petty."

"No, I just think maybe she should know the dangers of being close to you," Bail snapped. "She thinks you're a hero. She only knows the good press from the Clone Wars. She has no idea of how many people you've murdered." He had to bite back adding "including your wife" because he didn't want to risk getting more than glass blowing up this time.

"I'll tell her in my own time," Anakin snapped. "She's met me and is smart enough to know that the propaganda about the Man With No Fear was poodoo."

"Are you really going to tell her?" Bail said skeptically.

"Yes," Anakin said. "But not now."

Bail would believe that when he saw it. Which he never would because...see username.

"I haven't decided yet if I want to allow my daughter to remain here," he said. "But I will before I leave."

"I'll be holding my breath on that decision," Anakin said, rolling his eyes. "My daughter has a mind of her own, and she likes it here."

"If Master Olin doesn't think she's safe here, what she wants won't matter," Bail said evenly. "I don't want her to be upset, but my daughter's safety is my first concern."

"So you know about Olin lurking in the bushes and Leia doesn't," Anakin replied. "Interesting."

"She'd ask too many questions if she knew someone was guarding her like that," Bail said. "Questions I'm sure you wouldn't have wanted her to ask."

Anakin smirked. "Oh, there are a great many questions she has already asked me."

Petty, petty Anakin.

"And I'm sure you've been completely honest with your answers," Bail shot back.

Bitch.

"When it wouldn't interfere with the timeline, yes," Anakin replied.

And Bail has a stupid beard. SO THERE.

Bail suspected Anakin had a very broad definition of "interfering with the timeline."

He rose to his feet, taking a step closer to Anakin's desk to inspect the holos of Rory and Juliet. "You've remarried, I see," he said. "It seems to be a good sign for your 'change' that this one survived childbirth."

Anakin's fist flew on its own volition, heading straight for Bail's face.

Bail reeled backwards, clutching his jaw. He knew he deserved that. "And another that you didn't try to choke me just now," he said, wincing as he spoke. He knew how Vader rolled. "I was there when Padmé died. I saw your handiwork. You can't expect me to leave my daughter here without really making sure you're not the same man."

"Well if you expecting me to be wandering the preserve, wailing about my poor choices and banging my head into trees, I'm sorry to disappoint," Anakin said, glaring. "I have a chance to know my daughter. Even I'm not stupid enough to pass on that opportunity."

"And I'm not stupid enough to risk her safety on your word," Bail said. "I'll talk to my daughter myself and wait for Master Olin's report before I decide if you've really changed." Though him still being alive right now was a very good sign.

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