Title:Cute and Sleepy! Obi-Wan for Angelus' Kitten. (aka Anakin's Angel)

Genre: Star Wars

Summary: Short little standalone ficlet. Pure Fluff! (A first for me)

Disclaimer: I don't own em', so don't sue!

AN:Everytime you don't comment I send an Acklay after you!

Obi-Wan didn't quite remember what had woken him up first. His childhood friends Bant and Garen quietly giggling at him, or the unfamiliar wieght and warmth of another person pressed rather uncomfortably into his left side. Slowly, the newly knighted Jedi came too, and tried to get past the initial haziness that still lingered from slumber. Still unable to comprehend exactly what was going on, he heard Bant whisper, "Awww. Look at that Garen. He looks so cute when he's sleepy." Garen put his hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. Obi-Wan glared daggers, or what would've been daggers if he was coherent enough to glare them. What the Force is going on here? They only giggled harder at his attempt to do it.

Finally, the annoying fog that was clouding his mind receded, he went to get up, but a reasonably heavy wieght kept him cemented to the sleep couch. He looked over, and saw his young charge Anakin, nestled comfortably in the folds of his cloak; holding tightly to his Master's robes. So that's why I can't feel the left side of my body. . . he thought morosely. Garen who had been quiet for the entire time, said, "It seems our Obi has gone and picked himself up a 'stray'." Obi-Wan gave a sarcastic chuckle at that, and then used the force to throw a book into the side of his friend's head. "Ow!" he yelped, jumping away, and staring accusingly at Obi-Wan. "Serves you right." he chastised. Then, Anakin stirred slightly, and grabbed onto the older Jedi's robes tighter. Obi-Wan smiled, and smoothed his sleeping apprentice's hair back; sending soothing sleep commands through their slowly forming bond. Then he turned back to Garen seriously, "But if you wake my padawan. All the armies of the galaxy won't save you from me." His old friend put his hands up in mock surrender, and Bant only laughed lightly at the exchange.

Suddenly realizing that they were in his and Anakin's shared quarters. "How did you two get in here?" he asked. Bant and Garen quickly exchanged worried glances. "Uh,. . ." Bant began. "The door was open?" she offered up hopelessly. Obi-Wan eyed them suspiciously, "That's a load of bantha fodder." His friends shifted uncomfortably under his stare, and finally broke. "Okay!" said Garen, exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air. "We hacked the codes on your door. Happy now?" Obi-Wan gave a light chuckle, "I should've known." Bant and Garen rolled their eyes at him, "You didn't know a thing!" they exclaimed in unison. Anakin shifted uncomfortably again, moaning in his sleep. "That's twice too many." started Obi-Wan, using the force to open the door to his quarters. "Out now, before you wake him." Defeated, the two of them shuffled to the door, but right before Garen was outside, he said sarcastically, "Boy, Obi, you're no fun anymore." The tired Knight used the force to send another book hurtiling towards Garen's head, and he ducked out quickly; shutting the door behind him. Through the door he heard Garen mutter, "He's downright hostile in the morning, isn't he?" Bant only laughed, as they walked away.

Smiling, Obi-Wan settled into a more comfortable position on the sleep couch, seeing as he would be there for a while. There was no need to rob Anakin of a peaceful sleep. The Jedi Knight yawned, sleep starting to reclaim him again, and laid his head on top of Anakin's. Am I really cute when I'm sleepy? he wondered tiredly, as sleep beckoned him into the dream world.

Fin