Hey y'all, the new fanfic has finally arrived. It's about Obi Wan Kenobi…Hmmmm. I wonder what will happen in that crazy world. Any doodles, hope you like my new one and please don't forget to R & R!

Disclaimer: I do not own any Star Wars characters (I wish I did), but I do own Pasche. She is of my own hand and fingers…So please don't steal her.

The Helpless Chapter 1: The Truth of all Things

"Obi Wan, I can't stay with you," she whispered.

Obi Wan stood broken, his knees threatening to give out from underneath him at any moment. "Why not?" Tears ran down his face as he pleaded with his first love to stay with him.

Padme stepped up to them and placed her hand softly onto Obi Wan's shaking shoulder. "You have to tell him, Pasche. He deserves to know." Padme's soft eyes battled with Pasche's teary ones silently, begging with her to do the right thing, for Obi Wan's sake.

"Tell me what?" Obi Wan stared at Pasche as she broke into tears. He began to walk towards her, his arms open to embrace her, but Pasche held up her hand and stopped him from coming closer.

"I'm…" she started.

"You're what?" Obi Wan felt sick to his stomach.

"Go on, Pasche," Padme cooed, her hand now resting comfortably on her bosoms.

"I'm dying!" Pasche was screaming at the top of her lungs and Obi Wan's knees finally gave out on him. "I'm dying of a blood disease and there's no way to cure it!" Pasche's knees also gave out on her, sending her tumbling into the nearest wall.

"What about s blood transfusion? That might help…" Obi Wan's voice was barely a whisper.

Pasche looked up from her position on the wall. "My blood type is too rare. I've looked in the nearest 3 galaxies and there's still no match. That's why I came here, so my people wouldn't know about my disease," she said, returning to her former position, trying to avoid Obi Wan's expression. Anger. Pain. Helplessness.

"What about the corruption? And all the other diplomats, what about them? You said they died!" Obi Wan was furious; his one and only love had lied to him and he had been naïve enough to believe her lies. "How could you do this to me," he whispered.

"It was all a lie! There was no corruption; there were no rebels, no dead diplomats. In fact, Queen Ithica had already taken my place. An emergency election was called in my absence and she won and took my place." Pasche looked up towards Obi Wan, whose eyes were cold and hateful. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Pasche stood up, attempting to walk towards Obi Wan, but he stopped her, and stared. He stared at the woman he had once known, and loved. As he stared, the new Pasche emerged, one that he had never seen before: A weak and helpless Pasche.

And suddenly, without thinking, he held out his arms and caught Pasche in a warm embrace. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Then suddenly, Anakin's wise words passed through his full head; Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi's life, so you might say we're encouraged to love.

He whispered into her ear. "I love you unconditionally."

Six Months Earlier

Obi Wan and Anakin seated themselves in Padme's large living room, patiently waiting for her to finish preparing herself for the long day ahead. Every moment is worth waiting for, Anakin thought to himself.

Obi Wan looked towards Anakin and dismissed any thing coming to mind.

He sat with his eyes closed; his hands folded over his lap. And then he sensed her. As he sensed her coming hurriedly, almost in a state of panic, he knew trouble followed.

Obi Wan stood quickly being joined by Anakin. "I sense it too, Master."

"Good Anakin," Obi Wan said proudly as they both used The Force to pull out their powerful lightsabers, and as the door swung open, the guest was greeted with their hotness in her lovely face.

The woman was in a state of panic, now covered in sweat. She looked from Obi Wan to Anakin and then back again before she screamed. "Padme!" Her voice was shrill and scared almost as if she were a child calling for her mother.

Padme came running out of her bedroom, running past the two Jedi and embracing the strange woman. "Obi Wan, Anakin, she's okay." Padme rubbed the poor girl's hair, smoothing it down lightly as she tried to calm her down.

Anakin looked over at Obi Wan who stood as puzzled as him. "Who is this woman, Padme?" Anakin asked his lover secretly.

Padme led the woman to her couch and the Jedi followed.

"This is my younger sister, Pasche; she is the Queen of Herbellon."

"Fallen Queen of Herbellon," Pasche corrected.

"What happened?" Padme's face spoke of shock and worry for her baby sister.

Pasche shook her head. "It was terrible; there was far too much corruption in the government for my poor people to handle, so they overthrew the other diplomats. I tried talking to them, assuring them that their problems would be dealt with in a diplomatic fashion, but they no longer trusted the government. The queen before me and her minions reeked havoc on my people. I ran for my life and so I fled here."

Aight y'all, it's like 2:30 here so Ima head off to bed. Please tell me what you think! I would really appreciate it!