(A/N) Post season one during a return to the Jedi temple. Obi-Wan and Ashoka piece, I find their relationship interesting, and wondered about all the missing moments of how they became so close for her to be so depressed after his death. Little bit of filler, NOT A ROMANTIC PIECE. Please R and R as always

Spending a day teaching younglings with Obi-Wan was not Ashoka's usual idea of fun. She was typically spinning wild battle tales at the heels of her Master, destroying droids, or ramming through Separatist brigades. Even at the temple, when she was with Anakin, they would spend the day sparring, or doing flight training, or running through the various obstacle courses constructed in the gardens outside the temple. Today, she would not be doing any of those things.

She walked in step with her Master's master, walking slower than she had to with Anakin to match his strides. He wasn't in a hurry, but she wasn't sure she had ever seen Obi-Wan in an actual hurry. Exasperated with Anakin? Yes. Diffusing bombs? Yes. But never in an obligatory rush like her own master always seemed to be in. They were walking in comfortable silence, or at least, she assumed it was comfortable for him. He always seemed calm and judicious, his force signature wasn't the powerfully erratic one of Anakin, but strong and comforting. She admired him for that.

But she also couldn't help but feel that the next few hours might be dreadfully boring. She had begged Anakin to let her work with the older children on fight training, or run flight simulators, or even work in the med bay. But Anakin was insistent she spend the day with Obi-Wan, she suspicioned to strengthen the bond between them. Their days in the temple were numbered, Anakin was spending his in the Senate, advocating on a bill about weapons development with Master Windu and Master Mundi. It genuinely sounded dreadfully boring, so she was happy for the chance to not attend.

"They are excited to have us," Obi-Wan had stopped and was smiling at her, something she tried to return. He slid open the door in to the Youngling training room.

"Mas'er Obi!" She heard the sound of a small herd charging towards them, at the front a Twi'lek girl who wrapped her arms around Obi-Wan's legs. The others seemed just as excited to see him, crowding around where they had come in with little shouts of joy. They were young, the humans were two, maybe three years old, the other species roughly the same.

He patted the girl on her head, "Hello, Niana." And she smiled up at him, letting go of his legs so they could walk.

"What are you going to teach us today, Mas'er Obi?" all of the other younglings grew silent, watching with anticipation for his words.

"I've actually brought some help, today, young ones. This is Padawan Ashoka Tano, she is training under my old Padawan Anakin Skywalker." A dozen sets of eyes turned to Ashoka, who couldn't help but smile at their tiny faces.

"Children!" One of the senior Jedi whose named Ashoka did not know peered around the corner. She was old, very reminiscent of Master Nu the librarian, "Come sit, we don't want to be rude to Master Kenobi and Padawan Tano."

"Sorry!" One of them squeaked, and all of them herded back into the sitting area where they took their seats on the mat. Niana, the little Twi'lek, took hold of two of Obi-Wan's fingers. "Will you sit next to me, Mas'er Obi?" He laughed gently and nodded, following her. She pulled him to one circle of the rug where he sat between her and a male Wookie who looked very excited to be next to the Jedi Master. Ashoka stood awkwardly for a moment, before she felt a tug on her utility belt. A Teevan, humanoid male smiled up at her, one of his teeth missing, and patted the spot next to him. She sat down, crossing her legs and looking around the circle. The master in charge of them sat next to her, moving quite gracefully for such as older human.

"Now, younglings, Master Kenobi had promised us some interesting stories for today, everyone be quiet and listen." Ashoka almost inwardly groaned, the kids were cute, but this was glorified story time.

"I actually thought Ashoka could start today, Master." All of their faces turned expectantly to her, and she smiled a little nervously. She was good at speaking to adults, stating her opinion for missions and matters of the Senate. Children were a different story. She decided quickly to tell the story about the Lurman colony.

She wove a fantastic tale, she thought to herself, spinning the story where her master had been injured, and she and Master Secura had gone off to find help. She told tales of Rex, and the brave clone soldiers, and finally of the Lurman's who were not warriors but had risen up against the injustice of the droids to free their people from the Separatists. By the end they were awestruck, and as she looked up at Obi-Wan, he was smiling, clearly amused by her story.

"That sound scary!" One of the said, his basic a blend of actual basic and a language she was unfamiliar with.

"Missions can be scary, but that's part of being a Jedi. If they aren't scary, you won't know if you can ever deal with something like that. The force gives you strength to move through the fear, and grow as a Jedi." All of them nodded, "Okay, now its Master Kenobi's turn." All fo them looked over at him now. She realized, she may have won their momentary attention, but he was clearly their favorite. One of them even seemed to be bouncing a bit in anticipation of his story.

"I think I'll follow in Padawan Tano's footsteps, and tell you all about a time when I was a Padawan." It caught Ashoka by surprise, not only was it strange to think of Obi-Wan as a Padawan, he always seemed so in control of himself, but she had rarely heard him ever mention it except in passing. Anakin had told her of Obi-Wan's Master Qui-Gon Jinn, and his murder at the hands of a Sith, but beyond that, she knew little of the reserved Jedi's past.

The tale he wove was one of adventure, that she had never heard before. They had been stranded on an abandoned industrial planet, where he and Qui-Gon had gone into disguise to infiltrate a group of radicals. The story was tampered down for the current audience, but it still riveting and full of excitement, adventures, and the force. She had thought she had told her story well, but she was nothing on him. As she listened, his words seemed to become reality, and she could picture every place he described with perfect detail. The younglings in the circle reacted physically to his words, gasping when appropriate, even clapping once or twice in excitement.

By the end, they were worked up into a frenzy, ready to hear another one, which he obliged with a short tale of how he and Qui-Gon had met his friend Dexter Jettster who owned a café that she and Anakin had been to not all that long ago. She didn't listen as intently, more familiar with the story. Instead, she watched the children, and decided that even if they had heard his story before, they would probably listen with equal enthusiasm.

"He is wonderful with them." The master spoke to her, a bemused smile on her wrinkled face. "They love when he comes to visit them, so few of the Masters take the time to." Ashoka thought back to her own time as a youngling. Master Yoda had been a frequent visitor, and on occasion, Master Fisto had come to the lightsaber training of the older ones. She couldn't recall ever seeing, at least not regularly, the rest of the council. "You, too, dear, have been excellent today. We all deserve a break sometimes."

Ashoka knew she meant the children, who, as obi-Wan finished his second tale, were laughing joyfully. She felt the warm comfort of the force emanating from their innocence, and the strong, protective signature that Obi-Wan held.

'I'm afraid Padawan Tano and I must be going, younglings." Their disappointment was palatable, but they knew better than to protest. The master stood, and they all formed a neat line behind her, waving good-bye to Obi-Wan, who had risen on the matt and waved back, and to Ashoka, who had moved to stand beside him. "We may be back soon." Their happiness surged as Ashoka watched them disappear.

He turned, and she followed as he led them back down the hallway. "I'm sorry if this wasn't the idea of an exciting afternoon, Ashoka." He did seem genuinely concerned she hadn't enjoyed herself, which she hadn't been expecting to. She though back of the story he had told of himself and Qui-Gon, and realized what an exceptional Jedi he was. He was, of course, brilliant in battle, and in strategy, but also in diplomacy, the promotion of peace, and in the almost tangible kindness she had seen him display. This foe example, a Jedi Master, member of the council, spending a good deal of his afternoon speaking with jabbering younglings was not something anyone else took the time to do.

"Honestly, Master Kenobi," his eyes were expectant. "That was a lot more fun than I thought." His happiness was evident, and as they walked back through the halls, moving to the Room of One Thousand Fountains, she thought of what she could ask him about. What kind of adventures he might be able to tell her.