Title: Interlude
Author: Arldetta
Spoilers: None what so ever
Rating: PG - Slight romance. No Angst, sorry.
Summary: An old friend, MysAri, visits Obi-Wan Kenobi. She asks him to come along on a mission and promises that he won't have to visit the healer's ward. She keeps her promise, but they discover something about themselves instead.
Disclaimer: Star Wars, Anakin and Obi-wan and that's encompassed in it belong to Lucas Films. The rest is mine. Yadda, Yadda.
Author's note: All thoughts have been encased in 's and {}'s mean mind communication. I am a FEEDBACK Monster. I love it, I crave it. So PLEASE, PLEASE, tell me what you think. Thank you. This one is a shorty, only 4 posts total. Hope you enjoy it as mush as I liked writing it.
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The room was quiet lest for the sole man that occupied it. For the first time in many months, he relished his solitude. Along with his apprentice, he arrived at the Temple only two days prior, and had been able to sleep in. A comfort he could rarely afford. His young apprentice left earlier that morning, he found out after reading a hastily written flimsy and he found himself alone. He did little that day, touching upon unfinished mission reports for moments before returning to the relaxation he vowed for himself. Feeling like time was fleeting, he tried to stretch the timid hours for as long as possible. Only his calculated movements and the tinkling carillon of wind chimes penetrated the apartment's hushed environment. He entered the communal room from the kitchen holding a warm creamy cup of hot coa and softly lighted himself into his favourite chair. He stared out into the evening traffic and slipped into empty thoughts. As he sipped the comforting liquid, his door alerted him to a presence. Sighing he pulled himself from the contentment and accessed the door to reveal a face he had almost forgotten. Well, not really, he could never forget the person who stood before him. He smiled a friendly greeting and offered, "Hello Mys, won't you come in?"
She smiled at the sight of him, in response, and accepted his invitation without a single hesitation. Once she entered MysAri noticed the mug in his hands, "Coa?"
Motioning the fellow Jedi back towards the room he just left, Obi-Wan asked, "Would you like some? I have more ready." MysAri nodded and he quickly went to fetch a second cup of the warm drink. She made herself comfortable on the small sofa, pulling her legs up beside her and leaning on the armrest. She graciously reached for the mug offered to her and sniffed the contents. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her emerald eyes to taste the sweet concoction. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
"I was in the neighborhood and just wanted to say hi. And, of course, see how you've been doing." But there was that hint of mischief in her eyes that Obi-Wan didn't miss. Her smile broadened and he knew he wasn't going to like what she was going to ask of him. He gave her a look that displayed his non-belief in her good intentions. "What?" She asked innocently.
"I know that look. What do you need?" He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she denied with a smirk and then frowned. Her friend glared at her with a stern look and her resolve faltered. "Alright, you got me. But it's not as bad as you think. I just need your company for a couple of days, that's all." She watched as Obi- Wan leaned back in his chair trying to decipher her request. "I'm going on a diplomatic mission to a Planet called Twila. And I simply request that you accompany me. You don't have to do anything. It's my mission. I know you're tired, but this should be relaxing for you. Honest." She fluttered her eyelashes and gave him a pleading look.
"Why?"
She fully understood his question even without further explanation. "Well, I know I could go it alone, but." Now she hesitated.
"But what?" Eyeing the woman up suspiciously he began to guess at her reasoning. He leaned in closely to watch her.
"Well, I have already been working with the ambassador on this mission but something has come up that has made me a bit uncomfortable. And I wanted someone who could, well." Discomfort began to filter into the air around them, and Obi-Wan knew what was the cause. The memories tried to surface but he pressed them back instantaneously. Instead, he focused on the dear friend that had come for his assistance.
"Scare him off? Is that what you're telling me?" A hint of remorse in his tone he gathered what she was looking for.
"He's been making passes at me. And he won't leave me alone. I told him that I was already spoken for and he said it didn't matter. Polygamous relationships are not taboo in his culture. I thought that if I had someone with me he would finally leave me be." She sipped her drink and peered over the edge at Obi-Wan. MysAri saw him sigh. She knew that to ask such a favor could be detrimental to their relationship, but she could think of no one else better suited for this task. Besides, they had worked out the issues of that particular mission. She watched him battle within for a few minutes before he decided to respond.
"I just got back from a mission. And the Council said I could relax for a few days." Hoping that would be a sufficient enough excuse, Obi-Wan ignored the simple fact that she had lied to someone.
"I already spoke with Masters Yoda and Windu. They were the ones that suggested I take a companion. They even mentioned your return." MysAri's voice was anxious.
"What about Anakin? Will he come too?" Reclining back into the comfort of his seat, he tried an alternate pardon.
"I spoke with his teachers, and apparently there is a class trip to one of the moons. He'll be gone for a week. More than enough time for this." He knew when he was getting cornered, but he couldn't give in just yet. He could tell MysAri had already thought of all his excuses and eradicated them before he got the chance to use them.
"I don't know. I was really looking forward to some time off." It was his last resort, appealing to her sense of sympathy.
"You'll have time off. Like I said you don't have to do a thing except sit pretty. Besides, I think you'll enjoy their culture. It's mostly comprised of different types of artisans." Excitedly, she could see all his defenses weakening and pressed on. That mischievous twinkle returning to her vibrant jade eyes. As she spoke she slipped a small datapad from her cloak. "I was thinking of reading this on the flight there. I've started reading some novels recently and stumbled across this one the other day. I hear it's quite good. Very adventurous. Full of danger and intrigue, you know. But what intrigues me the most is how similar this particular series resembles the life of someone I know. The author is rather mysterious as well. Can't find a picture of him anywhere. Have you ever heard of a Ben Ken'bi?" Obi-Wan had not seen her pull out the datapad, but as she described its contents he cringed inwardly. "Now why does that name sound familiar, I wonder?" Pretending to ponder her last question, she laid the pad on the table between them and sipped at her cooling Coa.
His countenance stared at her with tiny daggers. "Fiend. I always thought Jedi were never to resort to blackmail."
"Only when it doesn't serve our purpose. This," she wiggled the pad, now back in her hand, "serves my purpose." The smile that stretched across her face spoke of victory.
Knowing the battle lost, Obi-Wan responded defeatedly, "When do we leave?"
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Don't forget to review. I am really interested in what people think about this one. Thanks to all those who do read my stuff. : )
Author: Arldetta
Spoilers: None what so ever
Rating: PG - Slight romance. No Angst, sorry.
Summary: An old friend, MysAri, visits Obi-Wan Kenobi. She asks him to come along on a mission and promises that he won't have to visit the healer's ward. She keeps her promise, but they discover something about themselves instead.
Disclaimer: Star Wars, Anakin and Obi-wan and that's encompassed in it belong to Lucas Films. The rest is mine. Yadda, Yadda.
Author's note: All thoughts have been encased in 's and {}'s mean mind communication. I am a FEEDBACK Monster. I love it, I crave it. So PLEASE, PLEASE, tell me what you think. Thank you. This one is a shorty, only 4 posts total. Hope you enjoy it as mush as I liked writing it.
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The room was quiet lest for the sole man that occupied it. For the first time in many months, he relished his solitude. Along with his apprentice, he arrived at the Temple only two days prior, and had been able to sleep in. A comfort he could rarely afford. His young apprentice left earlier that morning, he found out after reading a hastily written flimsy and he found himself alone. He did little that day, touching upon unfinished mission reports for moments before returning to the relaxation he vowed for himself. Feeling like time was fleeting, he tried to stretch the timid hours for as long as possible. Only his calculated movements and the tinkling carillon of wind chimes penetrated the apartment's hushed environment. He entered the communal room from the kitchen holding a warm creamy cup of hot coa and softly lighted himself into his favourite chair. He stared out into the evening traffic and slipped into empty thoughts. As he sipped the comforting liquid, his door alerted him to a presence. Sighing he pulled himself from the contentment and accessed the door to reveal a face he had almost forgotten. Well, not really, he could never forget the person who stood before him. He smiled a friendly greeting and offered, "Hello Mys, won't you come in?"
She smiled at the sight of him, in response, and accepted his invitation without a single hesitation. Once she entered MysAri noticed the mug in his hands, "Coa?"
Motioning the fellow Jedi back towards the room he just left, Obi-Wan asked, "Would you like some? I have more ready." MysAri nodded and he quickly went to fetch a second cup of the warm drink. She made herself comfortable on the small sofa, pulling her legs up beside her and leaning on the armrest. She graciously reached for the mug offered to her and sniffed the contents. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her emerald eyes to taste the sweet concoction. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
"I was in the neighborhood and just wanted to say hi. And, of course, see how you've been doing." But there was that hint of mischief in her eyes that Obi-Wan didn't miss. Her smile broadened and he knew he wasn't going to like what she was going to ask of him. He gave her a look that displayed his non-belief in her good intentions. "What?" She asked innocently.
"I know that look. What do you need?" He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she denied with a smirk and then frowned. Her friend glared at her with a stern look and her resolve faltered. "Alright, you got me. But it's not as bad as you think. I just need your company for a couple of days, that's all." She watched as Obi- Wan leaned back in his chair trying to decipher her request. "I'm going on a diplomatic mission to a Planet called Twila. And I simply request that you accompany me. You don't have to do anything. It's my mission. I know you're tired, but this should be relaxing for you. Honest." She fluttered her eyelashes and gave him a pleading look.
"Why?"
She fully understood his question even without further explanation. "Well, I know I could go it alone, but." Now she hesitated.
"But what?" Eyeing the woman up suspiciously he began to guess at her reasoning. He leaned in closely to watch her.
"Well, I have already been working with the ambassador on this mission but something has come up that has made me a bit uncomfortable. And I wanted someone who could, well." Discomfort began to filter into the air around them, and Obi-Wan knew what was the cause. The memories tried to surface but he pressed them back instantaneously. Instead, he focused on the dear friend that had come for his assistance.
"Scare him off? Is that what you're telling me?" A hint of remorse in his tone he gathered what she was looking for.
"He's been making passes at me. And he won't leave me alone. I told him that I was already spoken for and he said it didn't matter. Polygamous relationships are not taboo in his culture. I thought that if I had someone with me he would finally leave me be." She sipped her drink and peered over the edge at Obi-Wan. MysAri saw him sigh. She knew that to ask such a favor could be detrimental to their relationship, but she could think of no one else better suited for this task. Besides, they had worked out the issues of that particular mission. She watched him battle within for a few minutes before he decided to respond.
"I just got back from a mission. And the Council said I could relax for a few days." Hoping that would be a sufficient enough excuse, Obi-Wan ignored the simple fact that she had lied to someone.
"I already spoke with Masters Yoda and Windu. They were the ones that suggested I take a companion. They even mentioned your return." MysAri's voice was anxious.
"What about Anakin? Will he come too?" Reclining back into the comfort of his seat, he tried an alternate pardon.
"I spoke with his teachers, and apparently there is a class trip to one of the moons. He'll be gone for a week. More than enough time for this." He knew when he was getting cornered, but he couldn't give in just yet. He could tell MysAri had already thought of all his excuses and eradicated them before he got the chance to use them.
"I don't know. I was really looking forward to some time off." It was his last resort, appealing to her sense of sympathy.
"You'll have time off. Like I said you don't have to do a thing except sit pretty. Besides, I think you'll enjoy their culture. It's mostly comprised of different types of artisans." Excitedly, she could see all his defenses weakening and pressed on. That mischievous twinkle returning to her vibrant jade eyes. As she spoke she slipped a small datapad from her cloak. "I was thinking of reading this on the flight there. I've started reading some novels recently and stumbled across this one the other day. I hear it's quite good. Very adventurous. Full of danger and intrigue, you know. But what intrigues me the most is how similar this particular series resembles the life of someone I know. The author is rather mysterious as well. Can't find a picture of him anywhere. Have you ever heard of a Ben Ken'bi?" Obi-Wan had not seen her pull out the datapad, but as she described its contents he cringed inwardly. "Now why does that name sound familiar, I wonder?" Pretending to ponder her last question, she laid the pad on the table between them and sipped at her cooling Coa.
His countenance stared at her with tiny daggers. "Fiend. I always thought Jedi were never to resort to blackmail."
"Only when it doesn't serve our purpose. This," she wiggled the pad, now back in her hand, "serves my purpose." The smile that stretched across her face spoke of victory.
Knowing the battle lost, Obi-Wan responded defeatedly, "When do we leave?"
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Don't forget to review. I am really interested in what people think about this one. Thanks to all those who do read my stuff. : )
