Fic: Young Jedi. Bart/Tim. PG.

[museofspeed]

Title: Young Jedi
Fandom: Young Justice, Star Wars
Characters: Timo/Barthu, Casi, Konel, Anita, Greta, Ray. (Tim Drake/Bart Alan, Cassie Sandsmark, Kon-El, Anita, Greta, Ray.) Assorted Jedi.
Prompt: fanfic100 : 35. Sixth Sense. wtf27 25. Media Crossover.
Word Count: 4170
Rating: PG
Summary: Timo Drakke wants to be a Jedi Knight. He isn't going to let a little thing like not being connected to the Force stop him. Even if it means sneaking into the Jedi Academy to learn what he needs to know.
Author's Notes: This...isn't nearly as cracky as it ought to be. I'm not saying it isn't cracky, but it could have been a lot crackier. If that's even a word. Anyways, this was also written for mrsarcastic_tim's crossover challenge. Which it isn't. Anyways, thank you to my wonderful, amazing, nice smelling poop head beta julius12 as always. Also, people who really, really know the Star Wars Universe? This is a total AU. My knowledge of Star Wars is limited to the movies and about three books I may have read in third grade. So I sort of made up how the school works. I hope it's enjoyable anyway!



Since he had been very little, Timo Drakke had dreamed of becoming a Jedi Knight.

It wasn’t until he turned eight that his parents finally paid enough attention to him to tell him that he might as well give up because if they hadn’t come for him yet, they never would.

Timo was crushed. If he couldn’t be a Jedi Knight, what was the point of his life? How could he make the world a better place without the training Jedi Academy would give him?

He fought a lot with the other boys. As they fought, he pretended that he was a Jedi and could use the Force to beat them.

By the time he was 11, they wouldn’t fight him anymore.

At 13, he decided that the whole Midichlorians thing was overrated. He was going to learn to become a Jedi if it killed him.



His parents were, as usual, away learning about past cultures. Timo bought a shuttleship ticket to Coruscant. He waited until night had fallen before making his move.

Timo had learned to be sneaky. The planet Gotham was known for its criminals and corruption. Although Timo had never sunk so low as to steal, he knew how not to get caught.

He used the small laser plate to cut a hole in the window and open it. He very carefully slid in, and found himself on top of a sleepy and curious looking Jedi in training.

“Wha- who are you?” the Jedi said. Timo froze. He had thought this room was empty! The plans he had brought had said it was. He didn’t want to fight two partially trained Jedi.

“I- I-”

The Jedi rolled his eyes. “Hey, Barthu,” he said, using the Force propel a pair of socks at the bed on the other side of the room. “We’ve got an intruder.”

“G’way, Konel,” the person in the bed muttered.

The Jedi (Konel, apparently) glowered. “C'mon, Barthu,” he said.

“Fiiine.” The other Jedi sat up. “Whatd’you- who’s he?”

“I have no idea. Hit the lights, will ya? I’m trying to make sure he doesn’t get away.”

Timo hadn’t been trying to escape, but now he moved his arms experimentally. They were pinned to his side by something he couldn’t see. Could this be the legendary Force?

Barthu turned on the lights, and Timo got a good look at his captors.

Konel was big and strong looking. His hair was black and his eyes were blue, and he had an earring in one ear.

Barthu, on the other hand, was skinny and small. He had reddish brown hair that went everywhere. He still seemed to be half asleep. Barthu blinked his eyes open, though, and Timo could see that he had really pretty golden eyes.

Konel was glaring at Barthu. “Wake up, kid. Use your superfast force thingy.”

Barthu scowled. “Speed Force. It sounds cooler.”

“So,” Konel said, as Barthu bounced onto the bed next to Timo. “Who are you?”

“I…uh…”

“No, no let me!” Barthu said. He waved his hand, concentrating hard. “Tell us who you are and why you’re in our room.” He said.

“I’m Timo Drakke,” Timo said. “I want to be a Jedi. And don’t mind tricks only work on the weak-minded?”

“It worked!” Barthu said, beaming.

“No, you dolt, he told us cause he wanted to.” Konel said. “You know you can’t just waltz in here and become a Jedi. They have some kind of weird selection process.”

Barthu nodded. “I got here when I was two, and they thought I was too old already. Course, I was pretty big for a two year old, so that might be why.”

“I want to train to be a Jedi,” Timo said. “I don’t care if I’m in tune with the Force or not. I want to be part of this.”

“I like him,” Barthu decided. “Can we keep him?”

“Um,” Timo said, “You’re aware I’m a person, right? Not a pet?”

Barthu tussled his hair. “Never really seemed fair to me that some kids got to be Jedi and others didn’t. Please, Konel?”

Konel shrugged. “Guess so. But if the Council asks, we didn’t know.”

“Course,” Barthu said. “Hey, Timo, where d’you wanna sleep?”

“Huh?” Timo said. “I’m okay with the floor.”

“Wanna blanket?” Barthu offered.

“Thanks,” Timo said. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought about how much easier it had been to get in than he’d expected. He hoped Konel and Barthu wouldn’t get into too much trouble because of him.



Early that morning, Timo snuck out and hacked into the Academy files. He added his name to the list of Younglings and slipped back into Konel and Barthu’s room.

The teachers may have been brilliant Jedi Masters, but they tended to have their heads in the Force. Timo made it through the first class with many bruises and sore muscles, but no sign from the teachers that anything was wrong.



“Timo!” Barthu called, waving him over. “You gotta meet our friends!”

He was standing next to two girls. “Hi,” Timo said.

“Timo, meet Casi, Anita, and Greta. Guys, this is Timo.”

Timo could only see two people. “Um, nice to meet you,” he said.

“We’re going to meet up with Kon and get lunch. You coming?”

“Sure,” Timo said.

They started walking. “Hey, Casi,” Anita said. “Did you hear? Master Diana Themyscria’s looking for an Apprentice.”

Timo had heard of Master Diana Themyscria. She was known for the speed at which she could move her lightsaber. Deflecting blasts was not an unusual talent for a Jedi, but she had it down to an art.

“Ooh, wouldn’t it be cool if she chose me?” Casi said. “I’d love to learn from her.”

Barthu nodded. “Yeah, I’m still hoping Master Wali West will train me. He can do the whole Speed Force thingy too.”

“Didn’t Wali call you impulsive and nowhere near ready to start training seriously?” Anita asked.

Barthu scowled. “Well, yeah- oooh.” He was suddenly across the street. “Hey guys! This place looks good!”

Anita and Casi snickered. “Impulsive,” they said together. Timo could see what they meant. How could someone this distracted and unfocused be a better candidate for being a Jedi than Timo was? Timo meditated. He couldn’t imagine Barthu sitting still for three consecutive seconds.

“’Nita, Casi, Greta, find Konel? Timo an’ I’ll save a table, okay?”

They nodded, “Sure,” Casi said.

“Barthu?” Timo asked, as they walked off. “Who’s Greta? I only see two people.”

“Greta? You don’t see her?”

Timo shook his head. “That’s what I said.”

“Maybe it’s cause you’re not actually a Jedi. She’s sorta like, a Force ghost. She was killed, but she’s pretty cool. Hangs out with us a lot.”

“Oh,” Timo said.

“She’s pretty cool,” Barthu said. “I’ll tell her later why you were ignoring her.”

“Thanks,” Timo said, as Konel, Casi, and Anita walked over to them. He supposed the mysterious Greta must be there too.

“Hey, Timo, man,” Konel said. “What’s up?” He thumped Timo’s back, and Timo winced.

“Bruise!”

“Sorry,” Konel said. “Don’t know my own strength, sometimes. Here, Casi, lemme get that chair for you.” He pulled it out without touching it.

She glared at him. “Thank you, Konel. We’re all very impressed with your ability to move things with the Force. You do know that all of us will theoretically be able to do that when we’re fully fledged Jedi, right?”

“Yeah, but I did it first,” Konel said with a grin.

Casi rolled her eyes. “Timo, have you managed to move anything with your mind yet?”

“Umm,” Timo stuttered. “No, not yet.”

Barthu slung an arm over Timo’s shoulders. “He’s a little behind. Chosen late, as it were.”

Timo nodded. “Yeah. Late.”

“Well, you’ll certainly catch up eventually,” Anita said. “I mean, we’re all best at one thing. Konel has his little telekinesis trick, I’m good at mind tricks, no one in our year’s better at predicting where blasts are going as Casi is, and I’m sure Barthu showed you his Speed trick.”

Barthu grinned. “Course I did. I mean, I read a book about it, once. It’s not often people can do that kinda thing. Wali West’s sorta famous for it right now, but my grampa Barri Alan could do it too. Also Jay Garike. And there’s also the Jedi Master of Speed. Maxius Mercury. He’s really old. A few others, I guess, but those are the big ones.”

“Very cool,” Timo told him. Barthu beamed.



Timo improved every day. He skipped the classes where an actual connection to the Force was necessary, choosing instead to focus on the classes on fighting and the academic classes. By the end of the month, he had learned to pay close attention to his opponent to make up for his lack of the Force. After four months, he finally managed to beat Barthu when they were sparring.

“Great job, Timo!” Barthu said, grinning up at him from the floor. “You’re getting really good at this!”

“Thanks,” Timo said. “Here, let’s hit the showers.” He held a hand out to Barthu. Barthu grabbed it and let Timo pull him up.

“Y’know,” Barthu said, “it’s kinda more impressive when you do stuff than any of the rest of us, y’know? Cause you’re all…not connected to the Force.” Barthu looked at Timo. “That’s probably horrible, isn’t it? Not being part of the Force? You must feel so lonely.”

“I don’t-” Timo began to say, but Barthu had grabbed him in one of his giant hugs. Timo had quickly realized that Barthu was a very tactile person. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been tackled by a speeding Youngling and found himself on the ground looking up at Barthu’s grinning face.

“Poor Timo,” Barthu muttered, nuzzling Timo’s neck. “You might be cut off from the Force, but you’ve got your friends. I’m totally there for you.”

“Um,” Timo said, and Barthu brought his head up.

“Yeah?” Barthu said. Their faces were barely inches away. Time seemed to slow for a crawl, and for once, Timo could feel what Barthu called ‘subjective time.’

“I- I’m…Barthu-”

“What is it?” Barthu’s big, yellow eyes looked up at Timo and blinked slowly.

“It’s…oh, sprock it.” Timo moved his head forward an inch and kissed Barthu.

Barthu made a little gaspy sound, and Timo pulled his head back again.

Barthu let go of Timo quickly. “I…I can’t do this, Timo, I’m training to be a Jedi. Relationships are like, against the Jedi code or something. I…oh, Timo…” In a flash, Barthu was gone, and Timo was left, standing alone in the corridor.

Later that night, Barthu crept back into the room. Konel was asleep, but Timo had been tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He sat up when Barthu came in.

“I thought you were asleep,” Barthu said, backing out of the room.

“Wait,” Timo said. “I need to…I need to apologize, Barthu. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Barthu nodded. “Yeah, I know that. But…I need to go-”

Timo knew he wasn’t nearly as fast as Barthu. If he didn’t keep Barthu talking, he’d lose him.

“Barthu, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just- I really don’t want this to make everything horribly awkward between us. You’re a really great friend. I don’t have many friends, you know. Even before I came here.”

Barthu blushed a little. “Timo- I’m gonna be honest. You’re kinda really hot, and I’m attracted to you. If I weren’t a Jedi, maybe, but I gotta be all…oh you know. It’s so stupid sometimes. But Timo, we just can’t do anything. Can’t have anything but friendship.”

Timo nodded. “I understand,” he said, looking away. “I won’t do it again. But I’d like it if we could still be friends.”

“Sure,” Barthu said. “The Jedi don’t have anything against friends.”

Timo glanced at him and smiled slightly. Barthu grinned, and gave him another huge, flying Barthu hug.



Time continued to pass, and soon Timo could hold his own in a fight against everyone in their class, and many of the older students too. He and Barthu had managed to stay friends, and the kiss never came up again. He’d also become closer to Konel, Casi, and Anita, though Casi and Anita still didn’t know that he wasn’t really a Jedi. According to Barthu, Greta liked him a lot too. Things seemed perfect.

Until Konel pulled him aside one day after he had been training for eight months.

“Timo,” Konel said urgently. “They just put up the notice. The examinations are coming up in a week.”

“Examinations?” Timo asked.

“Where they evaluate how we’ve done. I don’t know how you can pull this off, man. You may be able to kick my butt pretty well even without the Force, but they’ll know. You can’t move things around or do Jedi mind tricks or anything like that.”

“Great,” Timo muttered. “Just great. I guess I’ll skip them?”

Konel shook his head. “I heard them talking. The fighting teachers have noticed you cause you’re really damn good. They’ll know if you don’t show up, and they’ll realize.”

“And if I show up, they’ll know too, right?”

Konel sucked in his cheeks. “Maybe Greta could help you, or me and Barthu.”

“They can see Greta though, right?”

“Oh, yeah, they can. I guess she can’t. But I’m good at the telekinesis thing. I could hang around and help you. And if you haven’t mastered mind tricks yet, well, it’ll at least show that you’ve got something.”

“I can’t ask you to do that for me. What if you get caught?”

“Otherwise you’ll get caught, man, and hey, I’d miss you.”

“If you get in trouble for this-”

“What’ll they do to me? I mean, I might haveta do some cleanup details, but hey, I’ve had worse.” Konel shrugged. “We’ll help you.”

Timo grinned. “Thanks, Konel. You’re the best.”

Konel grinned back. “Hey, you’d do the same, right, man? I mean, if you could.”

Their conversation was interrupted by Casi barreling over to them.

“Timo! Konel! Guess what?” She was grinning madly.

“You discovered sex?” Konel asked. Timo stifled a grin.

“Very funny, Kid,” Casi said. “No. Diana Themyscria wants me as an apprentice! Me! You know how much I look up to her.”

“That’s great, Casi,” Timo said. Konel whooped and hugged her.

“I know!” Casi gushed. “She’s going to watch me at the Examinations, and then she’ll decide if I’m actually suitable or not! Oh, I cannot believe it! I’m going to be an actual Apprentice! I have to be really careful, though. If anything goes wrong until she officially accepts me, she could change her mind. It’s been known to happen.”

“You’ll do great,” Konel told her. “You’re like, one of the best Younglings in our year.”

“You are, you know,” Timo said. “She’ll be begging to take you.”

She grinned. “I hope so. Oh, God, I cannot believe it.”

“Force be with ya and all that, babe,” Konel told her.

“Thanks,” she said. “Oh god, I’ve got to tell Barthu and Anita!” She rushed off.

“Wow,” Konel said. “I really hope everything goes right for her. Can you imagine? Casi, a real apprentice?”



Timo was paired with a Youngling called Ray. They would spar three times, best two out of three, and the teachers would evaluate how each person did. Timo lost the first match when Ray did a move with his lightsaber that Timo had never seen, using the light from the lightsaber to temporarily blind Timo.

He wouldn’t let it happen again. He watched Ray the second time, and when it looked like Ray was going to do the same move again, he lunged. Timo won that match. The third time, Ray didn’t even try the blinding trick, and Timo won easily.

Timo bowed, and thanked the teachers for their praise of his technique.

“Though I wonder that you did not make more use of the Force,” one of the teachers said. “You could have won the first match easily.”



He watched Casi easily beat Konel. He noticed a woman in the back nodding approvingly. He imagined that she must be the famous Jedi Diana Themyscria. Barthu beat his opponent, a Youngling Timo had never seen before, but Anita didn’t manage to defeat the older Youngling she fought. They all passed, though.

One of the teachers walked out of the sparring room and posted a list. On it, the times and rooms for each Demonstration of Force Skills were listed.

Timo looked at the list, then met Konel’s eyes over the crowd of Younglings. Same time, different rooms. He was totally sprocked.



“Timo Drakke,” his Examiner said. “The Fight Teachers say you’ve been doing well. Funny, but none of the Force Refining Teachers seem to know who you are.”

“I’m…better at fighting,” he said. His throat was dry. Maybe he’d get lucky. Maybe some by some great chance, his Midichlorians would suddenly, magically decide to show up.

“Hmm. Well, let’s get on with it. Can you move that box over there?”

Timo tried. He breathed deeply, and attempted to reach into the Force. Problem was, he had no idea what the Force felt like or how to reach in it. The box remained on the ground.

“Hmm.” the Examiner said.

An hour went by, and Timo failed test after test. His reflexes were good enough that he managed to block the blast from the training droid with a lightsaber, but when they blindfolded him, he only managed to block half of the shots. He was glad he’d practiced listening for it, but still.

At the end, the Examiner looked highly skeptical. “Drakke, are you sure that you actually possess any Midichlorians at all?”

“Why would I be here if I didn’t?” Timo asked.

“Interestingly enough, I can find no records of you even attending this Academy before eight months ago.”

“I can’t imagine why that would be.”

“I need a blood sample.”

Timo was afraid of this. He held out his arm, and the Examiner took a needle and drew a small amount.

“Wait here five minutes.”

Timo sat down. He wondered how much trouble he’d be in.



“How dare you attempt to deceive the Jedi Academy?” the Examiner shouted.

Timo glared at him. A crowd of other Younglings had already started gathering.

“I didn’t just attempt,” Timo said. “I did a pretty good job, I’d say. I can’t help the fact that I wasn’t born with enough Midichlorians to be a Jedi. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to be a part of all of it. I wanted to learn. Is that so terrible?”

“Oh no,” he heard Barthu whisper. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Konel hushing him.

“You lied to all of us. That is against the Jedi code.”

“I didn’t have a choice! Not if I wanted to be trained. I mean, would you continue to train me? In full understanding that I am not actually a Jedi, and I will never be?”

“Of course not,” the Examiner said.

“You can’t kick him out!” Barthu shouted, suddenly in front of Timo. “He’s our friend! Right, guys?” He looked over at Casi and Anita and Konel.

“Barthu Alan,” the Examiner said. “Do you understand the severity of what Timo Drakke has done? Did you know about this?”

“None of them knew,” Timo said quickly. “They were all just as deceived as you were.”

“Hmm. I will allow you one day to leave here. Be warned, if you set foot in the Academy again, I will have you arrested.”

“Great,” Timo said. “Just what I needed.”



“They can’t just kick you out!” Barthu said later. They were back in their room, and Timo was slowly packing all of his things. He didn’t have much. “I mean, there’s gotta be some obscure-”

“They can,” Timo said. “They did. It’s okay, Barthu. There isn’t much more I can learn here, anyways.”

“That’s totally not true, dude,” Konel said. “They’re total idiots for kicking you out. Now if you go ballistic in a couple years and come back to kill them all, they won’t have anyone to blame but themselves.”

“Touching,” Timo said. “I love how I can count on you two to cheer me up.”

“Where is he?” Casi shouted, storming into their room. “Timo,” she said, voice venomous.

“Um, hi, Casi.”

“Diana Themyscria just spent half an hour questioning me about my friendship to you. Diana Themyscria!”

“You didn’t know,” Timo said. “She can’t have expected you to-”

“I should have suspected,” Casi said. “You bastich.”

“Uhh…aren’t words like that outside the Jedi Code?” Konel asked.

“Shut up, you,” Casi said. “You knew about this! Both of you! Oh, I don’t care if you like him, Greta!”

“Greta’s here? Hi, Greta,” Timo said.

“She’s over there,” Konel said, pointing behind Timo.

“Oh, right.”

“I mean, just look at that! You almost never talked to Greta! I should have thought!”

“Casi, is Diana Themyscria still going to take you on as an apprentice?” Timo asked.

“Well, yes, but she’s wary of me now. It’s a horrible way to start an apprenticeship.”

“Well, you’re getting off more easily than I am. I have to leave all of my friends and the dream I’ve tried to follow.”

Casi looked at him, mouth opening and closing for a moment. “Oh, Timo. I’m sorry. I didn’t think-”

He shook his head. “It’s alright. I’ll…I’ll figure something else out.”

“Timo?” Anita asked, poking her head in the door. “Hey, mon, you could have told me you weren’t a Jedi.”

“Sorry, Anita,” Timo said. At least she wasn’t yelling at him. “Will you guys walk me out?”

They all nodded. “Of course we will,” Konel said. “You’re our friend.”

They walked in silence. Even Barthu wasn’t talking.

“Well,” Timo said, as they finally reached the entrance to the Academy. “This is it.”

Casi choked a sob back, and threw her arms around him. “Good bye, Timo. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I hope you do great things.”

“You convinced me,” Anita said. “That’s not easy. You’re pretty clever, mon. Good luck.” She also hugged him.

“See you around, dude,” Konel said. “Keep in touch. If we’re ever in your quadrant, we’ll look you up.” He punched Timo gently in the shoulder.

Barthu looked at Timo. “Bye,” he said quietly.

That was it? He’d expected one of Barthu’s renowned hugs. Timo tried hard not to be too disappointed. “Um, Greta?” They all pointed up above his left shoulder. “I’m glad you like me. I’m sorry I can’t see or hear you, but everything I’ve heard about you is lovely. It was nice to sort of meet you.”

“She just said thanks, and she’ll miss you,” Anita reported.

“Well, good bye,” Timo said. Another round of hugs, with Barthu once again refraining.

He walked slowly out of the Academy. He had no idea what he would do next. He had the fighting skills of a Jedi, a few credits, and the clothes on his back. Not much else. He’d manage, though. He’d find a way to pull through, to become stronger and-

His train of thought was interrupted when he was pushed up against a wall at superspeed.

“Barthu?” Timo said, staring at the Youngling who was now hugging him fiercely.

“I don’t care about the stupid Jedi code,” Barthu said. “Timo, I think I kind of love you, and I might never see you again so I thought I’d tell you, and I wanna kiss you now, is that okay?”

Timo grinned. “Yes, Barthu. Of course it’s okay.”

They kissed, and if either of them felt tears on the other one’s face, they didn't mention it.

“I’ll miss you, Barthu,” Timo said, when they pulled apart.

“Me too,” Barthu said, sniffling. “Don’t forget to write, ‘kay?”

“You too,” Timo said.

“May the Force be with you, Timo,” Barthu said.

Timo smiled sadly. “May the Force be with you, Barthu. It has a tendency to ignore me, I’ve noticed.”

Barthu gave a coughing laugh, and buried his head in Timo’s shoulder. “Bye, Timo. Love you.”

“I love you too, Barthu. But I really have to go now. And they’re probably expecting you back now.”

Barthu nodded. “I know. I- I’m going now.”

Timo squeezed Barthu with one arm, then let go of him. He felt Barthu’s eyes on the back of his neck as he walked away slowly.



“I’d like a ticket on the next ship to Gotham, please,” Timo said to the man at the space station. The man grunted, and handed him a ticket. Timo sat down next to a man in a nice suit. The man smiled.

“Timo Drakke, right?” he asked. “I heard about your exploits at the Jedi Academy.”

Timo looked away. “I didn’t realize I was so infamous.”

“On the contrary,” the man said. “I’m Senator Bruce Wayne, and I could use someone with your particular talents.”


CONTINUED!