"So we leave tomorrow instead of tonight, what's wrong with that?" The other asked.

Obi-Wan wondered whether he should announce his presence or not. He wanted, no needed, to find out more about the mysterious Force sense he'd gotten from one of the two girls.

"What wrong with that? We have no place to sleep, our bags aren't being unchecked so they're who knows where, and did I mention that our University _shut down_ for break? We're kinda really screwed." Berja snapped, kicking the wall in frustration. There was a short period of silence before "And OW!"

Berja gingerly put her now painful foot back to the earth, hopping slightly, as Finda smiled at her.

"Does that make you feel better?" She asked.

"No! What do you want?" Berja yelled at the young Jedi apprentice.

"Berja, calm down." Finda told her as she too, turned toward the newcomer. "Ignore her, she's just anxious to get home."

Obi-Wan found himself staring at the raven-haired girl. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and he knew he could easily get lost in them. "What about you?" He heard someone else ask.

Finda smiled at him. "I'm going home with her to make sure she doesn't get into trouble."

Berja rolled her eyes, smirked, and sidled up next to her best friend. "Young Jedi doth look upon Finda with the lust." She giggled. "He ain't bad either, girl."

Obi-Wan was startled out of his gaze as he realized something important. Those chocolate brown eyes that he'd been so lost in couldn't see. "I-I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Ohhh, Finda. You better be careful with this one." Berja teased, "He might find out our secret plan."

Obi-Wan found himself smiling in spite his embarrassment. "What's that?"

Berja threw the young Jedi a bright grin and pointed to the leather bag resting on the ground. "We're going to blow up the Blue House on Ashwabadon." She told them cheerfully.

Obi-Wan tensed as he glanced at the two girls. Never ever had anyone told him that they were going to blow up something with such enthusiasm. Of course, most people didn't go around telling their plans to bomb buildings period.

"Why?" He finally managed to gasp out.

Berja and Finda shrugged. "Because it's there, and it's something to do." Berja replied the grin still on her face.

The green-haired girl turned to her friend. "You know Chexu asked me the same question. I don't think she understood the whole importance of the because it's there concept."

"Well, maybe she just didn't realize the importance of that particular house?" Finda asked, turning her head slightly toward her vibrant friend.

"But that's so not the point!" Berja whined. "It's just another house. So what if the old, cranky, dictator guy lives there?"

Finda frowned. "I thought that _was_ the reason we were blowing it up?"

"No, no, no." Berja shook her head, her straight, collar length hair swinging. "We're blowing it up because it's there, and it's something to do until the University opens up again in a month." She twirled around once and looked hard at the young Jedi in front of her. "Besides it's the ugliest building on the entire planet."

"I wouldn't know." Finda remarked dryly.

"Very true. Take my word for it, it's ugly. So have we decided? We're sleeping in these incredibly hard chairs or do you have other plans with yon Jedi?"

Obi-Wan blushed, as he looked at Finda, waiting for her to make some kind of response. He had no idea what he would do if she said, yes, she had plans with him.

"Exactly why do you think I have plans with him? I just met him?" Finda asked, rolling her sightless eyes.

Berja shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe the way you two haven't stopped staring at each other since you met?" A sly grin on the girl's face.

"I have not been staring." Finda defended herself, but it sounded weak even to her.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'm tired, figure it out already." Berja looked at the chairs with distaste. "Like I'm getting any sleep tonight anyway." She grumbled.

Obi-Wan's mind whirled. Now that he knew where the strange Force signature was, he felt a burden ease in his mind. He would need help from his Master to figure out exactly what Berja was. To do that, he needed to get her to Qui-Gon. "Well, you could stay with myself and my master for the night. I…would feel better if you did. This place is not safe."

"We can take care of ourselves." Berja retorted, but there was a smile on her face as she turned to her friend. "Well? Chairs or floor?"

"I'd rather a soft floor." Finda answered.

"Settled then. We'll go with yon Jedi, as long as he realizes that we can take care of ourselves." Berja replied, pinning Obi-Wan with a hard look.

Obi-Wan held his hands up in a gesture of peace. "You can take care of yourselves." He repeated.

The End

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