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

Anakin never napped. During the worst parts of the Clone Wars, he'd used healing meditation techniques to go almost a week without sleep.

Which was why he was getting more than a little annoyed by his new habit of catnapping whenever he sat down. And as for the dreams that went along with them? Well, he couldn't imagine what his mind was thinking to give him images of saving Toby of all people, or throwing kriffing Force lightning with Peter Petrelli, or, most unlikely at all, having a civil conversation with Parker.

He was on the sofa watching Juliet gurgle to herself in her swing when he'd nodded off again, waking up an hour later in a cold sweat and looking around rather desperately for his wife.

Anakin was flipping through channels, looking for something to distract him.

Home shopping wasn't going to do it, and the History Channel was just a little too close to what he was trying to avoid to capture his attention.

Mindless cartoons it was, then.

[For a visitor and the other one what lives with him....]

Anakin was sitting crosslegged on the small carpet in his office, breathing in and out.

He'd say he was meditating.

He was actually checking to see if he could see how Jaina was doing back home.

Sneaky Anakin.

The door was cracked open.

The Moth - Aimee Mann

Anakin was in his office deciding on the perfect Valentine's Day gift for Rory.

And definitely not plotting how to have a Talk with a lightning-tossing Jedi or neutralizing a student with a penchant for speaking in the third person.

The door was open.

Anakin wasn't staring into space in a vaguely Connecticut-like direction.

Because that was just entirely too ridiculous. He was an adult and was perfectly capable of going for a week without seeing his fiancée.

He just didn't like it.

He stared at his phone and pondered calling members of the wedding party. Rory would be very proud of him for getting to check something off of her many, many lists.

He just didn't really want to talk on the phone.

The door was open and he'd welcome any distraction.

Puddle of Grace - Amy Jo Johnson

Anakin was back to working on his Ethics class project: a dozen droid babies.

Who now cried on command.

Anakin was an evil, evil teacher.

He was a little late getting there (traffic from Connecticut had been a mess), but the door was open and he was available to be talked to.



Goodbye To You - Michelle Branch

The dull pounding ache in Anakin's head had bloomed into a full-on piercing nightmare of a headache sometime around 3 am, when all truly rotten things happen.

And Jedi don't get fevers.

Which was why Anakin was sitting cross-legged in the center of his office, delving deeply into the Force to get both symptoms to go away. It wasn't working nearly as well as it should have, and the amount of energy he was using was practically a beacon to the other Jedi on the island.

The door was cracked open.

Anakin was in his office listening to the Beatles and staring into space doofily.

He'd tell you he was practicing new meditation techniques.

He'd be a great big liar.

The door was open.

Wherever You Will Go - The Calling

Anakin decided that when Luke hadn't contacted him on Sunday for his birthday dinner that Rory had told him everything.

The wall of I'm Fine, Really that Luke was throwing up through the Force was almost as painful as Rory's numbness.

But Anakin was a teacher, dammit, and his personal issues were just that.

So if anyone was looking to stop by the door was open as Anakin stared at a beautiful jewel of a planet as it hovered in the middle of his office.

[ooc: open, though I work all day so sp is love.]

Vader was in his office listening to the radio broadcasts for the last two weeks. It was research for Thursday's class.

He'd be annoyed to be interrupted--a none-too-dramatic change from any other time he was awake.

The door was cracked open.