Title: No Summery: Barriss and Anakin are sparring and Anakin doesn't take losing well so Bariss teaches him a lesson Time frame: A year before AOTC Rating:G Disclaimer: I own nothing Anakin Skywalker stalked the small room, his eyes never leaving that of his companion. Barriss didn't flinch, just raised her saber in a defensive posture. She was not afraid of him. Anakin's hand tightened on the hilt of his own sword, impatience. He struck wildly. His strikes were in the mode of attack, hers of defense and no matter how much of a battering she took Anakin could not get through the defence. She smirked slowly, this was the Jedi way. And as long as she kept it near, Anakin could not hurt her. Anakin could feel the black well of anger rise in him, and tried to tamp down on it. Barriss was his friend, but he hated losing and he would make her pay. He launched himself at her, his vision clouded by anger, throwing her against the wall, Barriss's head connected with a thump and her eyes glazed over for a moment. Anakin felt savage pride he was wining. But he didn't want to win like that. Anakin tightened on his resolve, Barriss stared up at him, and then lowered her guard, her shoulders slumped. Anakin grinned, this was it, he could win this by touching her neck. End point. But as he did so she stepped to the side, grabbing his arm as she did so, raising it up and over forcing Anakin into a backflip to the mat. The boy howled in pain as Barriss, put her hand on his chest, a physical order. 'No' Barriss stared hard into Anakin's eyes, seeing the darkness, like poison slowly filling the bright blue dephs. "No, Anakin. This is not the way" she added the weight of the force in her tone. Anakin snarled, trying to push her away. Barriss rolled her eyes and straddled him, using her whole weight to pin him to the ground. "No, Anakin" It was an order She stared at him fiercly. Making his see the truth. The posion ebbed slightly "No" This time it was barely more then a whisper, but Anakin nodded, turning his head to the side, a mixture of disgust and sorrow written on his face. Barriss got up, but Anakin's gentle touch to her knee stopped her. "Thank you" "Ani, don't become what they say you can become. Prove them wrong." Anakin's expression changed until it became playful and intense "What about you?" he asked, "What about me?" Barriss retorted, suddenly hyper aware of where she was sitting. "Have I proved you wrong. Have you always thought I would turn?" Barriss considered, she had always thought he was dangerous,and said so, Anakin only nodded. "I think you could be a good Jedi if only you let go of your hate." She tried to lighten the mood by gently swatting him on the chest and mimicking master Yoda "That way leads to the darkside" Anakin took her hand, gently running his fingers over her own, studying them. "You're right" he said agreeably. He suddenly looked at her, his blue eyes so intense that Barriss gasped. "Will you help me?" he asked, "Help me overcome my anger. I know I can do it if you help me" he said it with all the inthusiam of a child expecting christmas. "Why me?" Barriss asked, wanting to pull away from his grasp but not trying to, at all, and Anakin seemed a little too comfortable with her sitting on his lap and playing with her wrist. "Because you stood up to me." He grinned, "Not many people stand up to me." She didn't like the passion in his gaze, or where it was directed but she nodded "If I can help I'd like to" Barriss bent slightly to make it easier for her to get up, her back screamed in protest. She shouldn't have gone on the mission with her master. Anakin grabbed her gently lowering her face to his own and kissing her. Barriss allowed it for several seconds then broke away, looking anywhere but at her fellow Padawan. "No, Anakin" she said sternly. It wasn't until later that she realized that she had kissed him back.