Greek Tragedy // Anakin Skywalker

Chapter 12: Anakin's Omelet Disaster

ADDYS POV

Oh, what a glorious morning to be rudely awakened by the scent of disaster. There I was, dreaming, when suddenly, my nostrils were assaulted by an odor so foul, it could only be one thing: Anakin.

I leapt from my bed, the room swirling with smoke ultimately making me cough. Breathing? Optional. Visibility? Nonexistent. Fashion sense? Apparently also optional, given the state of my robes.

I stumbled to the door, flung it open with a dramatic wave of my hand and embarked on a coughing odyssey down the corridor. The smoke trail led me to a door, and banged on the door. No answer.

Barging in, I was greeted by a sight that made me cringe to my core. There was Anakin, "Mr. Sexy Guy" (as proclaimed by his apron), looking like he'd just tried to single-handedly blow up the Jedi Temple with his cooking.

"Anakin?! What the hell is going on?!" I coughed out, waving my hands around.

He was a picture of pure panic, eyes wide in terror. "I need a little help here, Ads!" he cried, voice trembling.

I rolled my eyes . "Great, because playing firefighter was definitely on my to-do list today," I muttered. "How did you even manage this?"

"I dunno?!" Anakin's voice hit a pitch that could shatter transparisteel. "One second it was fine, the next, this happened!"

I facepalmed, "Did you even check what level the stovetop was on?"

Silence. Then, a sheepish, "...No."

And that's when the pan decided burst into flames.

"AAAHHHHHH!" He leapt back like he'd been zapped by a loose wire. "Addy! Do something!"

"Do something? What do you think I am, a fire extinguisher?" I was about two seconds from Force-throwing him out the window. "I'm calling the fire department!"

"No! Don't!" he pleaded, hands fluttering like he was trying to swat the flames away with sheer desperation.

"Why not?" I demanded, even though I didn't have my con link on me. But he had his.

"You're not calling the fucking fire department!" he growled.

I wanted to rip him apart. Every single damn word he says pushes me beyond my limits. Everything is a struggle with him.

I threw my fists down in a rage, "Your fucking room is burning down, what else do you suggest Skywalker?!"

His eyebrows furrowed, "I'll do it myself!"

Stubborn, arrogant fool.

My footsteps stormed towards him, trying to evade the barreling smoke. I balled his apron into my clutch, then pulled him closer. Our eyes danced through the smoke, "You're a moron, you know that?" And with that, my hand smashed against his com link, dialing the fire department.

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The air was thick with tension and the scent of charred circuits. I was standing there, right next to Anakin, along with the entire Jedi Temple and staff. The whole damn place had to be evacuated. It was hard not to let out a snort, but the humor of it all was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Padme Amidala rushing towards us, her concern barely veiled by her senatorial composure.

"General Skywalker! Are you okay?!" Her voice was steady, but her eyes betrayed her worry as they searched Anakin's.

"I'm fine, thank you, Padme." His response came with a smile, warm and reassuring. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, a silent promise that all was well.

I stood a little apart, my arms crossed, my mood as dark as the scorched sky above.

Anakin cleared his throat, "Senator Amidala, this is my commander, Addison Avery."

I stepped forward, a cheeky grin plastered on my face as I clasped my hands behind my back. "Nice to meet you, Senator," I said, my tone light.

Padme chuckled, a sound that seemed to soften the edges of the day's events. "Same to you, Addison. It's nice to see General Skywalker finally has someone to share his skills with."

The sun was rising at its highest peak, casting long beams across the landing bay where the Jedi Temple stood silent and evacuated. The air was still tense, but the immediate danger had passed. That's when Obi-Wan approached, his brow furrowed with concern and curiosity.

"Anakin, what happened here?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Anakin opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He was stuttering, fumbling—uncharacteristic of the confident Jedi Knight.

My eyes went from Anakin to Kenobi—back to Anakin—back to Kenobi. It was like the Chosen One was frozen, unable to give his pride a break. I sighed while rolling my eyes, "It was me, Master Kenobi. I tried showing Anakin how to cook an omelet, but I got distracted, and... a fire started. It won't happen again." My voice was steady, taking responsibility for the mishap. Anakin's eyes widened in surprise, slowly taking me in.

Obi-Wan's gaze shifted between us, his keen senses picking up on the undercurrents of the situation. "Mhm," he hummed, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Says the guy who's wearing an apron with 'Mr. Sexy Guy' on it." A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "You're a good friend, Addy," he said before turning to walk away.

I deeply exhaled, relaxing my shoulders in exhaustion. Turning my back to Anakin, I walked away before he could have any type of reaction.
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THIRD PERSON POV

The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the path as Obi-Wan led Addy to a secluded clearing. There, amidst the chorus of chirping shaak birds, stood Ahsoka Tano, her bright eyes scanning the garden with wonder.

"Addy," Obi-Wan said with a warm smile, "I'd like you to meet Ahsoka Tano, my new Padawan learner."

Ahsoka stepped forward, her hands clasped behind her back in a mix of formality and excitement. "Master Kenobi speaks very highly of you, Addy. It's an honor to meet another pilot who can keep up with Anakin's flying," she said, her voice tinged with playful respect.

Addy raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Keep up with him? I spend half my time pulling his tail out of trouble," she retorted.

*and then they become besties the end* XD