Heyo guys! Sorry I haven't posted on this in a while! I hope you're all having a good day. Please forgive me since I don't know the names of too many people on the council before Phantom Menace and I'll try to do my best in this chapter. Sending you loves and kisses. Enjoy! :)

Mace Windu sighed. He was supposed to be sitting in his seat at the council, not standing before them. "Very worried for you we are." Yoda said sadly.

"Yes, Windu." Plo said. "Over the past week we have gotten several complaints about your rash behavior."

"You've become angry." Kitfistdo mused.

Mace rolled is eyes. "I prefer the term ENRAGED thank you very much."

"Master Windu..." Yoda sighed.

"Never truly see eye to eye with Qui-Gon will we. But respect him you must."

"Respect him you must!" Mace mocked.

The council members gasped.

"How dare you mock Master Yoda." They said in unison.

Yoda frowned at Mace. "Very angry I sense you are. Take a break we propose you do."

Mace shook his head. "Take a break from what?"

"He wants to suspend you from the order until you can fix your temper." Plo explained.

"SUSPEND ME?! ME?! I'M THE ONLY THING HOLDING THIS JUNK HEAP OF A TEMPLE TOGETHER! MARK MY WORDS YOU GREEN LITTLE... GREEN LITTLE, GREEN LITTLE FROG! THIS PLACE WILL FALL APART WITHOUT ME!" Mace laughed manically to himself. "IT WILL CRUMBLE! CRUMBLE, CRUMBLE, CRUMBLE!"

Everyone in the room was petrified to say the least. Mace wore a huge grin on his face. "SO WHAT IF I HAVE A LITTLE RAGE!?" He giggled. Giggled.

"Master?" One of the council members asked. "Master Windu, Qui-Gon was so kind to send us recommended anger management therapist offices to us. We really think that you should at least go see one."

"QUI-GON?!" Mace bellowed. "QUI-GON IS A VERY MEAN MAN. HE'S JUST MEAN!"

Yoda shook his head. "If want to be suspended you do not, see the therapist you will."

Mace laughed. "Fine. But only because this temple would fall apart without me!" He laughed.

Jedi were so undisaplined, Mace decided. They needed his help.

••••••

The therapist sat behind her desk, ready for her next patient. A Jedi was the last person she thought would be in her office for anger management, but she was being payed, so she didn't really care.

Her door swung open and a tall, bald man stormed in.

"Hello there, Sir."

He only grunted in response.

"Take a seat." She said, pointing to the couch next to her desk.

Mace sat down, glaring at her as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Now I've heard you've been having some issues with your anger. Do you think that anything is causing it?"

"Jin." He grimmaced.

"Is that the name of a friend or a past girlfriend maybe?"

Mace grabbed the side of her desk and his face got red with anger.

"GIRLFRIEND?! QUI-GON JIN IS A TWIT! HE'S MY ARCH NEMESIS, MY WORST ENEMY!"

The therapist shook her head. "Okay sir, deep breaths. Deep breaths. Might I ask, did you two have a disagreement of some sort?"

Mace nodded. "He- He's mean."

The therapist raised her eyebrows. "I've actually spoken to him, Sir. He was the one who sent you to me. He said that you were great friends and that he was worried about you."

Mace shook his head. "We. Are. Not. Friends." This was ridiculous! The therapist didn't know what she was talking about.

"He seemed like he really cared about you. Do you think that talking to him would resolve some unsolved issues?"

Mace nodded. He needed to give that meddling, no good swindler a piece of his mind.

"Yes."

The therapist nodded. "Okay, Sir. But if I put him on a call you will need to keep communications peaceful."

Mace nodded and watched as the woman grabbed her communication devise and typed in a few numbers.

Qui-Gon's smiling hologram appeared before them. "Hello there my friends." He said cheerfully.

Mace glared at the hologram. "You..." He said grimly.

"Why hello, Master Windu. It is ever so pleasing to see you again."

"I will wipe that bitchy smile off your hairy face, I swear to-"

The therapist put her hand on Mace's shoulder to shut him up. "He doesn't want any trouble."

"I WANT TROUBLE!" Mace laughed. "I WANT TO WATCH YOU ROT IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL, BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE RESPECT FOR RULES!"

He was hoping to make Qui-Gon flinch again, but just like last time he didn't even blink.

"Well Master Windu, if I can remember correctly feeling emotions is against the rules. Aren't you expressing anger and aggression towards me right now?"

Mace just stared blankly at him.

"Displaying dark side like behaviors is even worse than me protesting the code. So as far as I can tell, you my dear friend don't have much respect for the rules either."

Qui-Gon smiled smugly to himself. "But never fear, that can be changed."

Mace shook his head. "I WON'T FOLLOW THE RULES UNTIL YOU DO!"

The therapist pressed a finger to her lips, signaling him to bring the volume down.

"Doesn't that seem a little counterproductive, friend?"

"Don't YOU seem a little counterproductive?" Mace shot back.

Qui-Gon put a hand to his beard and stroked it, deep in thought. "Well, actually if I would have to think about it I'd have to say no. But the argument can be looked at as pretty debatable."

Mace grabbed the holoprojector out of the therapist's hand and threw it against the wall. "SON OF A BITCH!" He bellowed.

The therapist sighed, dropping her head in her hands. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to start with confronting Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon: 3

Mace: 0

••••••

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had fallen over to the ground laughing. "You aren't very counterproductive?!" Obi-Wan laughed, clutching his stomach as it started to cramp.

Qui-Gon was laughing so hard that he had actually started to cry. "Did you see the look on his face?!"

They both knew that they shouldn't be provoking Mace, but he started it and they were having lots of fun of their own.

Obi-Wan pounded his fist on the floor. "Y-you son of a bitch!" He mocked.

There was a knock at the door and the laughing Padawan and master got to their feet. "Can you go get the door?" Qui-Gon asked, wiping tears from his eyes.

Obi-Wan nodded and answered the door.

Mace was on the other side, holding up one of Qui-Gon's "the code is whack" posters up to his face.

"What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. This?!"

Qui-Gon smiled. "Hey, back again are you? How was the therapy session?"

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Mace screamed, waving the poster in his face. "That appears to be one of the flyers that I put up last week."

Mace glared at him. "Well you said that you were going to take them down!"

"Oh, well I must have missed one. My apologies." Qui-Gon muttered.

"A three year old youngling was running around screaming, 'The code is whack!' People are reading the flyers and that IS NOT OKAY!"

Obi-Wan frowned. "Quite impressive for a three year old to be reading so well already."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" Mace screamed.

Qui-Gon nodded and looked over to Obi-Wan. "It is quite impressive. Personally I couldn't read that fluently until I was seven."

"That's very interesting, Master." Obi-Wan said, a small smirk on his face. "I could have read at that level when I was merely six."

Mace huffed in annoyance. "LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE SHITS!"

"Well you have always been pretty intelligent my young apprentice." Qui-Gon said, ignoring Mace who was glaring at them in the doorway.

"Aww, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Mace pounded his fist on the wall. "STOP IGNORING ME!"

The pair turned to Mace. "Oh, yes. Sorry Master Windu. I forgot you were here."

Obi-Wan said calmly, trying not to laugh.

"YOU- YOU FORGOT?! ONE DAY YOU WILL FEAR ME, AND YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THE NAME MACE WINDU! MARK MY WORDS YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!"

Obi-Wan frowned. "Master Windu, how could we ever forget about you completely?"

Qui-Gon nodded and gestured to the prank flowers that were on their nightstand Mace had gotten them the week before. "We could never forget you. You are our dear friend that brought us flowers."

Mace bounced up and down angrily. "WE ARE NOT FRIENDS! YOU ARE A SLOPPY, DIABOLICAL, POSER!"

Qui-Gon smiled. "Oh, friendship. It has its ways, doesn't it?" He turned to Obi-Wan. "We really should get him a gift too."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Oh yes, of course. He did purchase us those lovely flowers."

Mace shook his head. "NO, NO, NO! THOSE FLOWERS WERE MEANT TO BE MEAN!"

Qui-Gon cupped a hand to his ear. "I didn't quite hear you. Meant to be green?"

Obi-Wan pointed to the flowers. "I think they are prettier in the colors that they are."

"You did a splendid job picking them out."

Mace had enough. He stormed back to his quarters, muttering to himself about how stupid they were.

Qui-Gon: 4

Mace: 0

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