uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Saturday

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MCA #3, Saturday

Something was up.

No, Kanan couldn't put a finger on just why he was pacing the apartment like an anxious nexu, but he had been practically all day, with breaks taken mostly just to take the dog out to do his business, and to try to beat some of last night's glitter out from his clothes. What was it that had him so twitchy? He really couldn't say. But here he was.

Twitchy.

The stampede of small children running around the island outside probably should have tipped him off when he went to take the dog for his walk, but... well...

It was possible that he was twitchy and also somewhat in denial.

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"You're not going to find out what's going on just pacing like a nervous nexu," Hera said, exasperated. She wasn't much better in the glitter department, still having streaks on her lekku and spots pretty much everywhere, but whatever was driving Kanan buggy was nothing she could feel.

Which made her a little nervous, actually, but the pacing wasn't helping.

Maybe she'd go to the junkyard. No nexu there.

It was probably a testimony to just how barvy Kanan was being driven that he actually reached his hand up to run through his hair.

Again.

It was something of a mess, by now.

"So, what would you have me do? Go outside and go looking for it?"

He'd been outside.

There were kids out there.

"At least that would be productive," Hera pointed out. "I'll go with you, and we can take a look around."

"When have you ever known me to be productive?"

Said the guy who just last weekend had wandered into the island's underground labyrinth with a blaster on one hip and a lightsaber on the other.

"Don't answer that."

He stopped pacing, sighed, and then undid the fastener in his hair so that he could straighten it out for the umpteenth time today.

Hera rolled her eyes. Most people boasted about doing things, not not doing them, Kanan.

"So, are we -"

She was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Most people didn't have to put effort into not being exceptional so as to escape notice from the tyrannical government that was bent on exterminating them, either.

So...

Ah, a knock. Kanan blinked toward the door. And then pointed toward the door, raising his eyebrows as if just the act of somebody knocking was somehow proving his point.

And then he made his way over to said door.

And opened it, blinking out into the hallway.

And then blinking down.

"Oh." Oh. "Uh." Yep. "Hi."

"Tiwva." Anan put her hands on her hips. "You have your name on the building!" She pointed downstairs, vaguely in the direction of the apartment directory.

"That's not safe!"

Never mind it was the only reason she'd noticed he was here at all. That was beside the point!

"... Heeeera!"

Kanan was immediately out of his depth, staring down at the little girl with wide eyes. So yes. Yes, he was flailing one arm vaguely in Hera's direction.

Hera sighed and rolled her eyes. Honestly, Kanan, you hadn't been shot yet, so how bad could this visitor -

Oh.

Hera blinked and crouched down to the level of the twi'lek girl. "Hi. Who are you?"

Anan gave her a weird look. "Are you playing a game, mommy? Where are we? Where's everybody else?" She looked from Hera to Kanan, then looked up at Kanan and got wide-eyed. "And your eyes!"

They were there!

Yeah, those eyes were not getting any less wide, at that.

"My what?"

Kanan was not going to panic. That would be terribly un-Jedi-like of him. But a casual observer would probably not be able to tell that he wasn't.

Hera, meanwhile, was stuck somewhere else. "Mommy?" Okay, clearly something was going on here. She could handle this like an adult. "I'm sorry, little one, but I don't have any children. Your mommy looks a lot like me?"

Kanan was not going to poke himself in the eyes just to make sure they weren't falling out or anything. That would be weird. But he was still going to look fairly stunned, at least until his brain started to catch up with the situation.

"... Maybe not," he said, finally. "Did I ever tell you about the time the island aged everyone up twenty years? Or down a few? This place likes to play fast and loose with time."

That... made it sound like he was taking it as a matter of course that they would someday have a child together. But he wasn't about to spit out anything that could potentially hurt the kid, either.

"... And reality."

That would have to do.

"No," Hera said, "you didn't." And she was so judging you for that now, Kanan. "What do you mean, loose with time and reality?"

It wasn't that she didn't quite grasp what he was saying, so much as that she really, really didn't want to admit it.

Kanan was at least faintly sure that he'd mentioned becoming a kid a few times, but in this moment of trauma, he was willing to let that slide.

"Hera... meet our daughter from the future, probably three or four realities to the left. Uh." He stared down at the little girl. Yeah. Those were definitely his eyebrows. And ears. "... Whose name evades me, since we haven't met her yet."

He. Hated. This. Island.

Maybe he had, but at the moment Hera was stuck on child calling her mother.

"Our what?"

Hera turned swiftly to the little girl. "Sorry, honey, I'm sure you're fine and a lovely young girl, and there are parents who love you very much," she stood and hissed at Kanan, "but they are not us!"

Force save him, when Kanan had to be the calm and level-headed person in a situation, you knew you were doomed. He sighed, crouched down, and looked the little girl earnestly in the eyes.

"Sorry, kid," he said, apologetically. "This place is weird sometimes, and it looks like you got caught up in it. Mind telling us what your parents' names are?"

Anan folded her arms and scowled, though she was feeling a bit more unsure now. "Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla," she said, overly patiently. "Which is you and I know it is, because it's on the door. Anybody could find you!" she protested again.

Yeah, those eyes that Anan had never seen in her life were doing an admirable job of hiding just how close to freaking the kriff out Kanan actually was, here. He nodded, stood up again, and shrugged at Hera.

"Can't argue with that logic," he said. "I really need to talk to someone about rubbing my name off the directory. Come up with an alias or something."

An alias for his alias.

"You hungry, kid?"

He was going to... dad. Sure. Because he totally knew how to... that. Okadiah had kind of been dad-like. Eliot sometimes had his moments? They were so karked.

"Yes..." Anan eyed them skeptically. Especially this dad but with eyes. And also, "Your beard is funny."

That startled a laugh from Hera. "I tell him that all the time."

She glanced from the kid to Kanan, who seemed to be taking this mostly in stride. And she was freaking out. Which probably wasn't good for the kid, who - "Okay, why don't you come in and eat, and we can figure this out, okay?" She could do that. They could do that. They could totally...

"What's your name?"

"Anan," she answered. She strode in the door as confidently as she could. "And I want tiwva to cook it. He's better."

Even blind. Sorry, Hera.

Well, she couldn't exactly argue with that.

"I'll just pour the...juice? milk? What do we even have?"

She went to check. It was something to do.

"There's the milk I keep for caf," Kanan called back after her. "In the fridge. You, uh, might have to move some stuff around, though."

Beer. She might have to relocate the beer.

He glanced down at Anan and offered her his best game-if-out-of-his-comfort-zone smile.

"So, what would you like to eat, Anan?"

Anan shrugged. "Nerf and eggs?" she asked hopefully. "And potatoes?"

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