fandomhigh | Ethics [Thursday, October 19, 6th period]

Vader stomped into the classroom, slamming the door so hard behind him that it cracked across the middle.

"Today I will give you your midterm assignment," he snapped, cloak swirling around him as he paced. "The master-apprentice system of education has long been traditional in my galaxy. The Jedi used it--" his tone was laced with scorn as his helmet swiveled towards Rory, "and my own Sith still use it. We will be following in the Sith tradition."

He pulled a piece of paper from his desk. "I have paired you up into master and apprentice teams. Throughout the coming week, you will work together. Masters, your goal is to train your apprentices to a level of usefulness in a skill of your choice. Apprentices, your goal is to become better than your master at that skill and ultimately become the master. You must provide a united front to the rest of the world while seeking to undermine each other at every turn. Next class you will report to me about the weaknesses and strengths of your partner and how you would hypothetically use them to gain the upper hand in your relationship."

And if Vader sounded a bit bitter about this particular arrangement, well, he was.

"I have heard about the master-slave exercise in the previous Ethics class," he growled, voice heavy with menace. "This is a completely different concept and anyone who tries to turn this into non-hypothetical exploitation will be answering to me personally. You will be wishing for detention when I am finished with you." He made sure to look at every student as he said that. There would be no misinterpretation of his intentions in this.

He turned his attention to the paper in his gloved right hand. "Listen for your names. I will only be saying them once."

At the end of class, he looked around the room again. "I will be holding office hours on Saturday and Sunday if any of your visitors choose to speak with me and hear how inadequate I find all of you." His helmet swiveled towards Rory again. "Other than that, do not bother me."

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Jack shook his head, still snickering. "Which explains how he - they - managed to get you into that. Did he say why a bunny?"

"All I remember is something about pretending it was Easter," Sam balled up a piece of notebook paper and threw it at him.

"Hey!" Jack batted it away. "I'm not the one that put you in a bunny costume. But I will help you get revenge for the bunnying," he smirked, "if you ask me nicely."

"Bunnying?" She cracked up.

He grinned and nodded his head vigorously, pleased that he'd made Sam laugh. "Yup, bunnying."

"Okay, maybe I won't kill him. But there will be revenge."

"Of course, of course, but you know..." Jack looked at her speculatively, then leaned forward and touched her chin, just a quick brush before he dropped his hand. "There's nothing you don't look good in, up to and including a bunny costume."

She kissed him quickly and lightly. "You're delusional. Cute and obviously in need of glasses, but delusional."

"Maybe," he grinned. "But I'm definitely cute, right?"

"Would a bunny lie to you?"

"Nope. Bunnies are the most truthful of animals."

"So you must be cute. Unlike me, who is starting to get hot and itchy." She scratched between her shoulder blades.

"If I tell you I think you make a very sexy bunny, you might have me comitted," he said as he circled around behind her. "So I won't. I can do this, though." He started scratching her back, pushing her hand away and using both of his. "Better?"

"Mmmmmm," Sam nodded, thwacking herself in the forehead with the floppy left ear. "Much."

Jack laughed and kept scratching. "Careful, those ears could be deadly."

"Only if you're Jamie..."

Laughing, Jack leaned his head against Sam's, just for a minute. "Are they ninja bunny ears?"

"No, no ninja bunny," she stuck her tongue out at him.

Jack ran his hands down her back one last time as he said, "Now you're just giving me ideas," then reclaimed his perch on the desk.

"You'll tell me later?" She asked. "I'm a big fan of ideas."

"I'll do one better than that," he promised. "I'll demonstrate my ideas, give you your own private show."

She grinned at him.

He grinned back, his imagination already offering up several suggestions that made his eyes gleam.

Sam blushed and pulled the hood of her bunny suit a little lower over her face.

Chcukling softly, Jack tugged on one of the floppy ears again. "You're just too cute."

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