TITLE: A Love Story
AUTHOR: RaeAnne
RATING: PG – PG-13
SPOILERS: everything 1-3

DISLCAIMER: ya know the drill. Characters not mine but new plot details are. Please don't sue…I have nothing you would want anyway.

Authors Note: Are these still legal? I am never sure LOL Anyway ladies and gents I am back! Sadly, my writers block has smote me in my attempts to write sequels to my Darkness and Light series so I am presenting this for now instead.

This is a story I actually started long about the time I wrote Play It Again so you might feel a similar vein of emotion, though this is going to be far longer and hopefully more of a developed plot. I am playing with a similar format as my three part series but it will be contained in one entry but broken into three segments with chapters within. Each segment—part, if you will, will take place in roughly the same time period as each of the three movies. But as always, the original plot lines aren't steadfast but in fact, are only mangled contorted versions of the romantic and major plot points as to be only partially recognizable.

I am breaking one of my own rules here by starting to post with only a little over a third written, but because I have a very good sense of what I want to happen and it all but plotted in my head I am going to begin. So please, please have patience if I should fall behind in up-dating. I hope you enjoy, I hope you review, thanks for reading! RaeAnne

This story has been made possible by the following:

song inspirations:
A Couple More Years by Dr. Hook (for part one),
Walk On by U2 (for part two)
and Remember Me (I'm the One Who Loves You) by Dean Martin (for part three).
And generous reviewers like you!

A Love Story
By RaeAnne

Prologue:

Rain splatters the window panes of the small Coco Town diner, the place empty save for one customer. Empty because of the rain perhaps, or maybe because the residents of Coruscant are weary from the battle that is continually cycling the wounded soldiers to replace them with the mended. Perhaps the mothers are weary from sending their sons and daughters into a seemingly endless war.

The man sits in a far booth watching the sporadic people as they brave the elements with what ever coverings they have available and some not even bothering with that. Transports continue to jockey for spaces at the many venues, if not for the haggard eyes and glum looks life here in Coco Town would be much that of the town before the war. The man's heart falls heavy and his mind goes unfeeling for a rare moment of numbness—a chance to feel neither joy nor most importantly, not pain.

General Kenobi having just returned from a year and half campaign in the Clone Wars is now finding a time of solace in his old friends diner.

The famed Jedi Master shows signs of his fatigue and weary. His eyes are dull, lines crease the corners caused by nights of squinting at locator maps and battle plans, shadows deepen under them from the anguish of death and lack of rest. His brow furrows and dips with lines that far exceed what a man of his age should have. His mouth pulls tight, always leery and never lax or smiling…there not being much in a war to smile about. His hands are scared and weathered rough, calluses thick as he holds his cooling cup.

If one had been on a far off system in a galaxy far beyond this one, or perhaps under a rock then you would only look upon this man and see a fractured shell; not the war hero he is.

If Obi-Wan Kenobi were to walk any where in the capital city, or most any other town on any other planet he would be seen, he would be praised he would be honored. His fable already legendary, his skill nearly unmatched and his negotiation ability unsurpassed. But for all General—Jedi Master Kenobi's many victories and all his talents and accomplishments in this war there is an empty place in this man, a place that could be filled if given the chance…as it had been many years ago.

The rain continues to ping giving a rhythm to the serving droid behind the counter who stiffly sways as she wipes up. Only the occasional clang of silverware and the hum of the dim lighting are left to interrupt this man's reverie.

Eleven and half years ago, a queen met a young Jedi padawan and they fell in love…