This isn&#39;t exactly Tosche Station, huh?

Jo fingered the hilt of her knife even as she tightened her grip on the stake she was carrying. "I'm a big fan of killing evil things. Tends to be a permanent-type solution."

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"But he wasn't evil two days ago," Luke replied, eyes going wide as a breeze rustled dead leaves close by. "People don't generally have a switch or something, do they?"

Permanently optimistic Luke.

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"No usually," Jo replied. "Which is why you should probably take the ones who do out of circulation."

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"But what if there's an explanation for this and we end up killing an innocent?" Luke countered. "Most people aren't really evil."

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"Luke, he's a soulless monster," Jo said. "He's going to be the one killing innocents if we don't stop him."

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Luke kicked a rock down the road. "I suppose," he said finally. "Can we at least try to maim him first if we get a chance?"

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"Sure," Jo said. "He can't really hurt anyone if he doesn't have any legs."

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"If who doesn't have any legs?" Anakin asked icily, coming up behind them. "Please, please tell me that my instructions not to leave the dorms without weapons wasn't spun into a 'please form a hunting party like walking bit of bait.'"

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Luke's lightsaber was up and lit before he'd given it conscious thought.

Then he recognized the voice.

Uh-oh.

"Hello, father."

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Eep.

"Of course not," Jo lied smoothly, turning to face Anakin. "Whatever would give you that idea."

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"The weapons, for one," Anakin replied. "It being dark and deserted for another. Are you both completely stupid?"

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Luke crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you doing out here?" he countered.

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"Yeah, are you completely stupid too?" Jo asked, mentally wincing as she said it. "At least we're together."

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Anakin's eyebrows almost reached his scalp. "I've done this sort of thing longer than either of you have been walking upright," he retorted. "And in hand-to-hand, I can kick Angelus's ass."

Or he had when they were teenagers. And it had been Angel.

Shut up. He'd totally won.

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Luke's eyes were all innocence. "Aren't Jedi supposed to work in pairs?"

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"And besides," Jo added. "If we had been planning on doing something, and that's a pretty big if, we would have been planning on using weapons rather than our hands."

That Jo, so helpful.

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Anakin's tenuous hold on his temper snapped like a thread. "That's it!" he exploded, reaching for a shoulder of each of them and intending to march them back to the dorms. "You're going back to the dorms right now."

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"Faaaaaaaaaaaaather, Luke ~~whined~~ whined, absolutely humiliated, "this is so unfair!"

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"What, just because you didn't think of the weapons thing?"

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"Ridiculous child, I am a weapon," Anakin retorted, moving quickly towards the dorms, "and I have a lightsaber. What I don't need is to get a call from the clinic finding out that my only son has decided to turn himself into vamp bait."

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"It's not like I don't know how to defend myself," Luke protested, wincing as his father's fingers dug into his shoulders. "Death Star duel striking any bells?"

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"He's the one who gave Rory her scar," Anakin hissed in Luke's ear, voice loud enough to carry to Jo as well. "He never gets that close to any of mine again. Got it?"

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"I think he like me," Jo remarked to Luke, trying her best to ignore the rather undignified frog-marching.

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Luke gave her a bright smile. "Totally," he agreed. "What are you doing for the holidays? Assuming we're allowed out of our rooms?"

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"Didn't have anything in particular planned," Jo replied. "You have any ideas?"

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