"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin was not sulking, okay?

Much.

Hiding Sitting in his office in one of Rory's outfits (shut up), Anakin glared at his computer and waited for the time to pass.

And the first person to call him Annie was getting slapped, student or not.

Anakin was back in his office (the holiday decorations were gone, thank you very much), tinkering with an overly complicated baby monitor.

For a baby who wouldn't be born for months. Anakin was getting neurotic early.

The door was open.

Anakin was in a surprisingly good mood as he wandered around his office.

Once Rory had convinced him to see the humor of the situation, it was ridiculous to think that she'd ever cheat on him. Especially with Jess. Not that it meant he was going to like the kid.

Ever.

The multiple dunkings into the pond last night--and getting shot by John Winchester--well...that might take a little longer to get over.

And the wedding with John and Jaina? Hmmm.

Anakin began writing up a list of people to talk to--smiting totally optional, look how reasonable he was!--and made sure the door was propped open.

To call today a disaster was kind of understating the day, Anakin thought as he let himself in and eased out of his robe on his way to the bathroom. Discussions with John and Jaina had gone...not well...and the junkyard had started badly and ended worse.

The shirts underneath his robe were probably beyond mending, he decided as he used them to wipe the blood away from the gashes on his back, and he'd be sleeping on his stomach the next few nights, but for a guy who'd been electrocuted and toss around like a rag doll, he was looking fairly good.

Except for the black eye. Rory was probably going to notice that.

Not that teaching a bunch of tiny people to fly hadn't been a blast--and it had, he hadn't smiled that much in a long time--but now things were as normal as they could be when he'd almost been hit with falling pastry walking to work.

Which was why he pretended to be very busy on his computer and not at all concerned about whether a certain granddaughter would be visiting today.

Anakin was in his office, humming quietly under his breath.

He had no idea why.

The door was open.

Anakin was in his office, working on his latest project for the ethics class to keep his mind off of where Jaina had gone.

Worried wasn't a good look for him.

...not that he'd call it that.

The door was open, and Corellian music was playing in the background.

We Are - Ana Johnsson

After slapping a sign onto his office door letting people know where he was if they were looking for him, Anakin headed down to the junkyard with the vague thought of building himself another speeder.

There had to be a faster way to get to New Haven than the stupid train, dammit.

A few minutes of wandering around the junkyard and Anakin had a pretty hefty pile of parts next to him and a light to his eyes that most people didn't get to see. He placed his robe and comlink in a neat pile next to him and began tinkering with the engine parts he'd unearthed.

And if this got his mind off of who was arriving on Friday, well, bonus.

[OOC: Up for great SP justice because work insists on me working there...]