A/N: Hello :) So...this is my first attempt at a Star Wars story and is the first story in the Jedi Codex series :) I've written some other stories for TV shows and movies, but this will be my first attempt at the Star Wars movies and trying to incorporate an original character into it. So, just to get this out of the way so you know what you're getting into and can decide if you'd like to keep going, this story will be Anakin/OC. I love Padmé, and I think she is a wonderful character, a strong woman, and a brilliant leader, I'm just curious to try my hand at a Jedi/Jedi paring, if it is possible to make it even slightly realistic in the context of the Jedi Universe at this point in time.

This story and the next one to follow will be based largely on the movies. I have seen all six and am very excited for the new ones to come. This story will be about 10 chapters long, updated daily, sometimes with 2 chapters in one day, and will be deviate a bit from the movie after this first chapter, and then come to a close back to the movie in the end. I plan to do 1 story per movie, but only Episode II and III. How I plan this series to go might require it to end on Episode III, but if we get there and I've done a decent job keeping true to the spirit of the Star Wars universe as I hope to do, I might consider continuing later into the main trilogy.

So...there we have it :) Anakin/OC, based on the movies, and I offer my sincerest apologies if I write anything that is OOC or out of place, please feel free to tell me so that I can work to fix it. I know that Star Wars has some of the most loyal, serious, and amazing followers and the last thing I want to do is insult anyone or ruin anything :) This is just my attempt to explore what might have happened had a Jedi become the object of Anakin's eye instead of Padmé.

So...if that hasn't completely turned you off attempting to read this story, all that's left to say is...

I hope you enjoy :)

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Disclaimer...I don't own Star Wars...otherwise I wouldn't have had to get a degree in Accounting :)

~8~

A Disturbance in the Force

Younglings moved out of the way as Anakin stalked down the halls, everyone able to tell he was in a foul mood from his latest meeting with his Master. None of them wanted to risk incurring his ire, able to sense the Force around him swirling in irritation, rolling off him in waves of exasperation. However, had they paid more attention to the Force, they'd have sensed another presence nearing him and would have warned them away.

Anakin had just turned a corner…when someone not only crashed into him, but grabbed his arm, using the momentum of the run to twist it lightly, not painfully, behind his back as they proceeded to hide behind it, more like they were gripping his hand than trying to trap his arm so he sensed not a danger or threat from the sudden assault.

He tried to look over his shoulder, only managing to see the top of the head of the person who had nearly barreled into him, but it was enough to make out that it was one of the females.

Her hair was blonde, held back in a ponytail, a Padawan's braid dangling down the side of her face. As if she could feel him staring at her, she shifted, resting her chin on his back, revealing her eyes to be gray and sparkling with just a hint of exhaustion but one he easily recognized from his own when he finished a good training session or managed to outdo his Master in some event or another. Tiring, but worth it. There was a small, light splattering of freckles along her nose. He twisted more, trying to turn to face her and get out of her hold but only succeeded in seeing she was wearing the typical Padawan training attire in a light gray, almost sandy coloring, a lightsaber hilt in her other hand, clearly having just come from a duel of some kind. But what really struck him was that…she was…smirking, her pale pink lips quirked up on the side.

"What are you…" he began.

"Stop talking Skywalker!" she cut him off.

He opened his mouth to tell her to let go of him and explain what she was doing…only to look back down the hall as he heard stomping and saw three other Padawan boys around his own age and hers running towards him.

"Where is she?!" one demanded, which made Anakin lift an eyebrow at the tone of the boy's voice. He was flushed, angry, almost…vengeful, not a good trait in a Jedi.

"Who?"

"Amira-Tal!"

Anakin blinked, feeling the girl squeeze his hand and tense behind him, so that was her name. For some reason he couldn't name, he found himself glancing down at himself quickly, thankful he was still wearing his billowing brown, outer robes as they blocked the girl behind him, her squeezing herself inward helped hide her as well as the fact she was half a head shorter than him.

"Why are you seeking her?" he inquired, "Has she wronged you in some way?"

If it was a justified reason why these three boys were after her, he didn't want to get caught in the middle.

"She cheated!" one of the other boys declared.

"In what?"

"Our duel," the middle boy huffed, "She cheated, used underhanded tricks, and…"

"Beat you?" Anakin finished, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, clearing his throat when he heard the girl behind him give the lowest of chuckles to cover up the sound, "She went that way," he jerked a thumb to the side, in the direction he'd just been coming from.

The boys nodded, thanking him, before hurrying off, Anakin turning with them to watch them go, waiting till they were out of sight around a corner before speaking, "They're gone."

Amira put a hand on his shoulder and straightened out to peer over his arm, double checking, before she let out a breath, resting her head on his shoulder a moment, much to his amusement, his anger from just before seeming to vanish at her antics, "Thank you, Skywalker," she lifted her head again, her chin on his shoulder now, "If I can repay you somehow for your help…"

"You could let go of my arm," he told her pointedly, "I'm starting to lose feeling in it."

She nodded but, instead of merely stepping back and releasing his hand, she ducked down around the side of him so she was standing before him, shaking his hand instead, "Amira-Tal."

"I worked that out, thanks," Anakin remarked dryly, taking his hand back after a moment, not bothering to introduce himself as she clearly knew who he was, "What really happened?"

"When?"

He blinked at her and pointed down the hall towards where the boys had disappeared, "Did you truly cheat during your duel?"

She let out a huff, suddenly angry, crossing her arms before her chest, "No!" she denied vehemently, "I used no such underhanded tricks. I won fair and square, some boys just don't like when a girl beats them at a saber duel."

"I recognize one of them," Anakin looked down the hall, "He is admirably skilled with a lightsaber…"

"I did not cheat!" she ground out at the lingering implication.

"Then how did you beat him?"

"I practice," she said firmly, "I practice with my saber as much as I can, more than I probably should…"

Other areas of skill had fallen to the wayside in that sense. Her Master had always encouraged her to excel in what she put her mind to, but it would be a lie to say that she hadn't noticed her Padawan struggling in a few areas. So she had offered advice that Amira had taken to heart, if you cannot master everything, be sure to master one thing. So she practiced, as hard as she could, every chance she got, with her lightsaber and it paid off. She was exceptional in it, her Master would agree. Absolutely horrid in just about everything else, her hand-eye coordination was abysmal, her Master would not trust her with any sort of power pistol or the like. Up close, in close combat with her lightsaber, her aim and coordination was exceptional, but her eyes couldn't seem to connect targets at a distance to her brain and hand when she was relying on a weapon like that. Her senses as well could be more attuned, her use of the Force for jumping and moving could be better, focusing the Force to her telekinesis and the mind tricks left something to be desired. She lacked focus more than anything, meditating was her weakness, she could hardly sit still or think that long about nothing at all to organize her thoughts the way her Master kept trying to show her.

But she was at least good with a lightsaber, her one redeeming quality, she was exceptionally skilled there she focused so much time on it.

Anakin eyed her critically at that, "Care to demonstrate?"

She tilted her head slightly as though trying to determine his intention, before smiling and nodding.

~8~

Anakin let out an undignified huff as his back hit the floor of the training room only to find a lightsaber directed at his neck, the light blue color of it causing soft light to reflect off his own uniform, before he followed the length of it up to the bitten nails of the hand that gripped it, and further up to Amira as she smiled down at him, seemingly very pleased with herself.

"What do you think?" she asked, seeming almost on the edge of buzzing from the workout of the duel, small beads of sweat on her forehead, her face flushed.

It had been a hard duel, quite fun for both parties…after Anakin realized not to underestimate her. He had truly thought that she HAD cheated in her earlier duel, but merely minutes dueling with her had thrown those notions from his mind. He could see it in how she moved, in how she focused and fought that she truly did spend an inordinate amount of time training with her saber and had been quick not to let his guard down. He…couldn't remember a duel that left him as winded and pride-wounded as this one, not even with his own Master.

"You do cheat," he stated flatly.

Amira frowned at that, huffing as she pulled her saber away and held a hand down to him instead, "I do not."

With her guard down, he moved to swing his leg at her own, intending to knock her down, but she seemed to expect that as she jumped up, avoiding his leg.

"And you say I cheat?" she scoffed, pulling her hand away to rest on her hip, "You aren't the first to try that Skywalker. Two times, that's all, two times I fall for it before I make sure I don't ever again. You're a bit late."

"Have they ever tried this then?" he quickly flicked his hand at the wrist, this time managing to knock her leg out from under her with the Force…

Which only succeeded in causing her to topple down on top of him, winding him yet again, though this time from a rather sharp elbow to his ribs from the unexpected fall.

"Ow!" he winced, closing his eyes as his face scrunched in pain, his hand flying to where her elbow had gotten him, sure that he was going to have quite the bruise there when this was over.

"Serves you right, Skywalker," Amira huffed, blowing a few errant strands of her hair from her eyes that had fallen out of its bindings mid-duel.

"Can you get off of me?!" he opened his eyes to glare at her. She'd fallen on him yet made no move to actually get OFF him.

"No," she crossed her arms over his chest, her own eyes narrowed at him, "You want to knock me down, this is the consequence. You…"

Whatever she was about to say was cut off when the door to the training room slid open and a woman stood there, one of the Knights, Neeva if Anakin recognized her correctly. She was quite short, he would wager even shorter than Amira, her hair a bright red, eyes brown, her face aged. He couldn't make out what she was wearing past her brown robe, but she was crossing her arms and looking at Amira more pointedly than at him.

"Padawan," the woman began, her voice deep and raspy.

"Master," Amira nodded her head at the woman.

The woman took a deep breath, "Amira, need I ask what has happened now?"

"Padawan Skywalker resorted to underhanded tricks, he must learn not to."

"Well his punishment will have to wait till later," the woman sighed, "Anakin, your Master wishes to speak to you. He has been looking for you."

Anakin nodded and moved to get up, but Amira pointedly refused to move, sending him a challenging look, as though daring him to push her off him…which he did, easily, and got to his feet. Though he paused, letting out a breath before he turned and held a hand out to her to help her up, "I apologize," he told her, "For cheating, after assuming you cheated."

Amira smiled at that, "I accept your apology," she nodded, "I hope we might duel again. This was…" she trailed off, not quite sure what word would fit. Fun? Good practice? Fierce? Tiring? Worthwhile? All of it seemed to fit.

But Anakin seemed to feel the same as he gave her a nod, bowing more to her Master before heading out of the room.

"You should not distract him, Amira," her Master warned, stepping more into the room as Anakin left, the door sliding shut behind her.

"It was not a distraction," Amira put her hands before her, standing attentively as her Master spoke, "It was practice. We were just dueling."

"And you seem to have had a good time of it," Neeva eyed her, taking in her rather exhausted but pleased expression, "You will be very sore tomorrow, however," she could see Amira's hand shaking as it held the lightsaber, sighing at the sight. Her Padawan enjoyed saber practice, often pushed herself far too hard when it came to it, she often worried for the girl pushing herself so much in her practices and training, "Which is why it is, perhaps, a good thing that Obi-Wan has been called away, he and his Padawan."

"Called away, Master?" Amira frowned, starting to grow tense, "Has something happened?"

Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi had just returned from border dispute on Ansion, to be called away again and so quickly, so soon after returning…

"These are…dark times, Amira," Neeva began, gesturing Amira to her, locking arms with her Padawan as they left the room and began to walk down the halls, Amira's focus entirely on her Master's face, paying attention to what she might divulge, "You are aware of the growing unrest with the Republic, talk of creating an army, something which would…undoubtedly be seen as an act of war. We have been trying to keep peace as best we can, but even we are not all-knowing nor so wide-spread. Senator Amidala was nearly assassinated," she gave Amira a firm look to not say a word about that particular woman.

It was…a hushed but common knowledge among most of the Jedi that Anakin had developed an attachment to the woman, Padmé, while he was younger, just before he started his training under Obi-Wan, they did not speak of it, but Anakin was not exactly quite about his thoughts on the woman, letting them slip out from time to time.

"Obi-Wan has been called in to help to guard the Senator. He shall be taking his Padawan with him."

"Is that…" Amira hesitated, "Forgive me, Master, but is that wise? To reintroduce him to the one that has so clouded his thoughts?"

Neeva smiled smally at that, "Obi-Wan has expressed the same concerns to me when we were speaking, before he asked if I had seen his Padawan only to realize that mine was strangely missing as well," she gave Amira a firm look, the girl looking down as she was well aware she'd been very late to meet with her Master once again.

"My apologies, Master," she murmured, "It will not happen again."

Neeva's smile grew more fond, "We both know that is quite the lie."

Amira's lips quirked up at that, "I…fear, Master," she began after a moment.

Neeva stopped walking, turning in the empty hall to face her Padawan, "Fear what?"

Amira bit her lip, "I have been trying…to meditate more, as you requested," she bowed her head, still slightly embarrassed that she needed so much practice on what all Padawans were taught from such an early age to be able to do, "But…every time I attempt to, my mind turns…I know not where, but it makes me hesitant to continue. I feel as though there is a darkness pressing upon the Force," she murmured, her voice growing quieter, "I am not…exemplary at meditation nor at…sensing most things, but if I am feeling this…it makes me frightened for what is to come."

"You must not fear, my Padawan," Neeva reached up to touch Amira's face with both her hands, "Fear leads to Anger. Anger to…"

"Hate," she finished for her Master, "And Hate to the Dark Side," she nodded, "I shall try not to fear, Master."

"Push through your fear in your meditations," Neeva instructed, "Find something that calms your mind and removes the fear beforehand and then attempt your meditations. Is there nothing that has taken your mind from these thoughts?"

Amira nodded, hesitant though it was, "Dueling," she offered, "It…clears my mind, forces me to focus only on what is happening before me in that moment, I cannot think of the darkness or the fear when I am dueling."

"Then we shall duel, the two of us, before we meditate for the time being," Neeva nodded, turning, linking her arm with her Padawan again as they continued on.

Amira was quiet, not wanting to speak that…it was not just dueling that took her mind off the darkness and fear and the lingering stressful thoughts, she had dueled with many but none of them offered the challenge and the push she needed to truly be able to let go of her fear. Not…not even dueling with her Master did such a thing for instruction was often called out mid-duel to help better herself, taunts and jeers and even encouragements were thrown when she fought her fellow Padawans, which all left little time for her to let her mind drift and her body take control. No, it wasn't just dueling.

It was dueling with Anakin, he was quiet and focused, he pushed her without saying a word, she offered him a challenge. But it would be selfish to wish that Anakin might stay while his Master went off on this mission, no, selfishness had no place in a Jedi. She could only allow herself to hope that the mission went well and was fulfilled with all the dignity worthy of a Jedi.

~8~

Obi-Wan Kenobi sat before a small comm. of the shuttle he and his Padawan apprentice, Anakin, were taking towards the Senate Building where Padmé Amidala would be waiting for them. He glanced over at Anakin who was up towards the pilot's compartment, watching them fly, asking questions about the craft and ordinates and other mechanics of it all, leaving him a rare moment of privacy.

"I am…uncertain," he admitted, looking down at the small 3D projection of another Jedi Knight with a Padawan nearly Anakin's age, Neeva, an old friend of his, one of the Jedi he had actually trained with himself as a Padawan, "About how this will progress."

"You are a worthy Jedi, Obi-Wan," Neeva reassured him, "This is not something you have not done in the past, this is not something you cannot handle."

"It's not me I'm concerned about," his gaze flickered to Anakin and back, "If it were any other Senator I would not fear so but…"

"It is Padmé," Neeva nodded, "I know, you told me," she smiled softly, lightly teasing him about all the times that he had complained to her about Anakin and his almost-obsession with Padmé Amidala. It had been more understandable, when he had been younger and just starting to train, he had just left his mother and Padmé had been one of the women there, around his age, and had helped free him from his slave status on Tatooine. But now, for it to have lingered so many years…it was becoming worrying.

"I don't know what to do," he sighed, rubbing his face, "Anakin is reckless and unpredictable, and…Padmé is…" he shook his head, not even sure what the woman was to a boy who hadn't seen her in 10 years, "I fear what he shall do. He always wishes to prove himself and, often, he oversteps himself."

"Obi-Wan…" Neeva began, not entirely sure if she should say what she wished.

"Please," Obi-Wan cut in, giving her a look, recognizing her expression, "I would not have sought your counsel if I was not willing to listen."

Neeva let out a long breath, "Perhaps you should be more harsh in your punishments when he DOES overstep himself. I have seen many a Master with a male Padawan need to do the same. The girls, they seem to listen more, to take our threats to…remove them from an operation, seriously. The boys are headstrong, they need proof that what you threaten WILL happen if they do not listen."

"You believe I should send him away?" Obi-Wan frowned.

Neeva nodded "IF he proves himself to be reckless or…attempts to exceed the parameters of your assignment, or proves himself incapable of holding himself with what the Council would expect of a Jedi…then yes, perhaps you should send him back here. Master Windu requested YOU, Obi-Wan, you chose to take your Padawan with you in this, knowing it would be dangerous with the Senator there."

Obi-Wan had to nod at that, "You are right, Neeva."

"I often am," she smiled, "I trust you will make the right decision, regardless of it all, Obi-Wan, you ARE a good teacher and your Padawan is exceptional. Though…"

"What?" he frowned.

"Even MY Padawan can tell he may need a dose of humility," she laughed, "Apparently they were dueling before and he tripped her after she had already won. She refused to get off of him, where she fell, as a…how did she phrase it, lesson to 'learn not to use underhanded tricks.'"

Obi-Wan chuckled at that, looking up when he saw Anakin sticking his head back into the compartment, "We are almost there, Master," Anakin reported.

Obi-Wan nodded and waited till Anakin left once more before turning to Neeva, "I thank you for your advice, I shall consider it deeply, my friend."

"If you need any help, Obi-Wan, any at all, please contact me," she offered, "You may be an incredible Jedi Knight, but not even you can do everything on your own."

Obi-Wan gave her another nod before ending the transmission, sitting back for a moment and taking a deep breath, hoping that this would go better than he was fearing it would.

~8~

Obi-Wan glanced over at his Padawan as they stood in a windowed elevator attached to the outside of the Senate Building, taking the quick ride up to near the top level where many of the Senators had apartments. Anakin was shifting nervously beside him, checking and rechecking his saber on his waist, straightening his robes, pushing a hand through his hair…

He had to sigh at that, "You seem a little on edge, Anakin," he remarked, sincerely hoping he was misreading all of this.

"Not at all," Anakin cleared his throat.

"I haven't felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks," he smirked.

Anakin laughed at that, "You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you, remember?

"Oh yeah," he joined in the laughter, but sobered quickly when he noticed something else about his Padawan, "You're sweating. Relax. Take a deep breath…"

"I haven't seen her in ten years, Master," Anakin admitted.

Obi-Wan frowned at that, at the tone in Anakin's voice, "She's not the Queen anymore, Anakin," he told the boy, testing his Padawan a bit, hoping that THAT would be the reason he was nervous, to be faced with a Queen and not WHICH (former) Queen it was.

"That's not why I'm nervous," Anakin breathed.

Obi-Wan's frown deepened at that, but the doors to the elevator opened, allowing them into the apartments reserved just for Padmé Amidala, revealing as well an old friend, one Jar Jar Binks dressed in fine Senatorial robes.

"Obi!" the Gungan cheered when he caught sight of the two men stepping out of the elevator, "Obi! Obi! Meesa so smilen to seein yousa! Wahooooo!"

Obi-Wan had to grin at that, it had been too long since he had seen the Gungan, he'd almost forgotten how excitable he could be, "It's good to see you, too, Jar Jar."

Jar Jar grinned widely and turned, his eyes widening when he caught sight of the young man beside Obi-Wan, "...and this, I take it, is your apprentice...no!" he gasped, "Ani? No! Little bitty Ani?" he started to look between Obi-Wan and Anakin as though he wasn't sure if Obi-Wan were tricking him, but it was, it was little Anakin Skywalker all grown up, "No! Yousa so biggen! Yiyiyiyi! Ani!"

"Hi, Jar Jar," Anakin flushed a bit at the use of his mother's old nickname for him, 'Ani,' it made him sound like a little girl he grumbled now.

Jar Jar just leapt forward and pulled him into a tight hug, "Shesa expecting yousa. Ani..." he shook his head, pulling away to look at Anakin fully, "Mesa no believen! Come! Come!" he shouted, waving them on and leading them down the hall towards Padmé's rooms, "Mesa here!" he announced to the woman as she sat in on a small conversation with one of her handmaidens and another man in military garb, "Lookie, lookie Senator. Desa Jedi arriven!"

Obi-Wan spared one single glance at his Padawan as they entered the room and Padmé and her companions stood. Anakin was just staring at her, making him let out a hard breath. This had been a terrible mistake.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, M'Lady," Obi-Wan gave her a small bow.

Padmé just smiled and moved over to him, taking his hands with a wide grin, "It has been far too long Master Kenobi. I'm so glad our paths have crossed again...but I must warn you that I think your presence here is unnecessary," she added seriously.

Obi-Wan let out a chuckle at that, "I'm sure the Jedi Council has their reasons."

Padmé gave a small nod to that and glanced at Anakin, her eyes widening, "Ani?" she blinked, shaking her head, "My goodness, you've grown."

Obi-Wan's expression grew grim as he watched them stare at each other a moment, Anakin seeming far too pleased that Padmé was remarking on how he was older now.

"So have you," Anakin spoke, his voice deepening in what Obi-Wan would have thought of as a comical thing had Anakin not pledge himself to the Order with all that entailed, had this sort of thing that Anakin was attempting been acceptable, but it was not, "Grown more beautiful, I mean," Obi-Wan's lips pursed at that, "And much shorter...for a Senator, I mean," he started to flush at that.

Obi-Wan gave him a disapproving look that had Anakin looking down.

Padmé laughed it off, "Oh Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine."

Obi-Wan had to smile at that, a little relieved, but it was short lived when he caught sight of the look on Padmé's face, one that told him she was only saying that because they were not alone. He had seen her staring at Anakin, he knew what such a look would do to his Padawan, it would encourage something that ought not be. This was growing far more serious an issue than he realized it would be. He had hoped, vainly it appeared, that Padmé would be unaffected by Anakin, that she would TRULY see him as just the little boy she knew 10 years ago, but his Padawan HAD grown and Padmé had certainly noticed. It would be one thing if it was just Anakin mooning over Padmé, he could discourage that, crush it down with enough time, but the looks Padmé was giving him, the little signs she gave that wouldn't escape a Jedi's notice…he couldn't do a thing about that, and if he couldn't stop Padmé as well…there was only one option left.

Though he was loathe to do it…

"Our presence will be invisible, M'Lady, I can assure you," Obi-Wan tried to speak, tried to give Anakin a subtle reminder that he was NOT to be involved with Padmé while they were there, no excessive talking, no time spent in private, nothing that would inconvenience her or make her aware of their presence.

"I'm very grateful you're here, Master Kenobi," the man that had been beside Padmé spoke, "I'm Captain Typho, head of Her Majesty's security service. Queen Jamillia has informed you of your assignment. The situation is more dangerous than the Senator will admit."

"I don't need more security," Padmé huffed, thinking on her Queen's decree that she needed more protection, "I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me!"

Obi-Wan frowned, "We're here to protect you Senator, not to start an investigation."

The minute the words were out of his mouth, he nearly wanted to run himself through with his lightsaber. He closed his eyes a moment, praying to himself, 'Please don't, Anakin, just this once, don't…'

"We will find out who's trying to kill you Padmé, I promise you," Anakin stated.

Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he looked at his Padawan with blatant disapproval and disappointment, "We will not exceed our mandate, my young Padawan learner!" he stated, his voice harsh, as harsh as he could get it, trying to remind the boy that HE held the power here, HE was the master and Anakin was his apprentice. Obedience would be expected, disobedience…it would not be tolerated.

"I meant in the interest of protecting her, Master, of course," Anakin tried to amend.

But Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed as he saw Anakin smiled, not seeming at all worried about the consequences of overstepping his bounds, "We will not go through this exercise again, Anakin. And you will pay attention to my lead or you shall not like the consequences."

"Why?" Anakin frowned.

"What?!"

"Why else do you think we were assigned to protect her, if not to find the killer?" Anakin reasoned, "Protection is a job for local security...not Jedi," Obi-Wan shook his head at that, "It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate."

"We will do exactly as the Council has instructed," Obi-Wan sighed, before shaking his head, growing firm, Neeva's words echoing through his mind, "No…I will do as the Council has instructed. It is time you learned your place, young one."

"Master?" Anakin turned to him, not sure what was happening.

"You are to return to the Temple, Anakin," Obi-Wan stated, leaving no room for argument, even his voice held that edge that even Anakin knew not to counter.

"What?! But Master…"

"No, Anakin," Obi-Wan cut in, "Until you are able to hold your tongue and act as a Jedi, you shall return to the Temple and continue your training under Master Yoda's supervision."

"Master…"

"That is FINAL, Anakin," Obi-Wan shook his head, "Until you learn your place, you are to return and stay at the Temple. Am I understood, Padawan?"

Anakin swallowed hard, his hands in fists, his face set in an expression of anger, but he nodded, practically biting out the words, "Yes Master."

Obi-Wan nodded and turned to Typho, gesturing the man to follow him and give him the layout of the security plans, doing his best to ignore the glare he could feel Anakin sending him and hoping that he had not made a dire mistake.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter :) I wanted to do a little play on the title of the series, the Jedi Codex. The Jedi Code, their Order being based on Monks and so a religious order and Codex usually referring to a collection of religious manuscripts :)

For a reference, to help picture the OC, an actress I think might be similar to her is Jessica Brooks :)