AN: I've been wanting to write a new SiriWan fic for awhile, and a plot bunny finally attacked. This story takes place a couple years prior to RoTS in the Clone Wars. For the sake of this story, Magnus didn't kill Siri, but the events of Secrets of the Jedi still occurred. I hope you enjoy this and I'm always grateful for any feedback!

Disclaimer: I don't own Obi-Wan, Siri, or Star Wars. Sad, right?

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Chapter 1

"Long time no see, Obi-Wan," she said when they saw each other in the Room of a Thousand Fountains.

It was all he could do to look her in the eyes, but he did so and without revealing any of the emotions he felt at seeing her.

"Though I suppose I should call you Master Obi-Wan know, I heard that you were named to the High Council today," she replied her eyes flashing with amusement.

"Please Siri," he said looking at his friend slightly embarrassed. "Don't call me that, I still feel undeserving of a place on the Council."

"And that is probably why you were appointed," Siri pointed out.

Obi-Wan couldn't help the smile that appeared on his face. Though they had not seen each other much over the last few years because of the war, every time he saw Siri Tachi, she always put a smile on his face. They were good friends as might be expected when two Jedi have Temple training together, but only they knew how deep that relationship ran. They would always be friends, but the Code prevented anything more, and neither of them would ever willingly quit the Jedi Order.

"It feels so strange," Obi-Wan remarked. "I still feel like a Padawan in many ways."

"Don't we all," she agreed still smiling.

Suddenly Obi-Wan paused as a strange feeling washed over him, "Do you sense that?"

Siri's eyebrows creased and she frowned, "A disturbance in the Force." Then her eyes focused on something behind him. "What is that?"

Obi-Wan spun around and saw immediately what Siri meant. The air behind him seemed to shimmer as if it was heated, almost like steam though there didn't seem to be a source. They might be in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, but they weren't anywhere near the waterfalls. There seemed to be no logical explanation for such a phenomena. And besides that, the Force was telling him that this was important in some way he couldn't begin to fathom.

"What do you think it is?" Siri said softly, her blue eyes studying it with both alarm and curiosity.

"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan admitted. "But I think we should withdrawal."

"For once, I'm not going to argue," Siri replied backing up slowly.

Strangely though as they began to move, so did the strange mist. And it moved in the exact same direction as they retreated. Alarmed, they sped up their exit, but the mist matched their pace. Actually it gained on them and within seconds the mist reached them despite their best efforts to avoid it. Obi-Wan and Siri felt nothing as it touched them, except for the subtle feeling of a breeze and the haze dissipated quickly as if it were never there.

"That was weird!" Siri exclaimed. "What do you think it was?"

Obi-Wan didn't really answer, but instead he stretched out with the Force. The disturbance he felt so strongly on moments ago was now gone. Obi-Wan and Siri left the room at last and into one of the main corridors of the Jedi Temple.

"Whatever it was," Obi-Wan said glancing at Siri. "I don't think we need to worry about it."

"Daddy, Mommy!" came the shout of a child's voice down the solemn corridor. Obi-Wan and Siri exchanged perplexed glances, until they spotted the one who shouted. A little girl wearing the outfit of an initiate ran into Obi-Wan and squeezed his legs. Then she moved over to Siri and gave her legs the same treatment.

Surprise didn't even begin to cover how Obi-Wan felt. Who was this girl and why did she seem to think that he was her father? Even if it were possible for Jedi to have children, he certainly didn't recall making one. He studied the little girl closely as she beamed up at him. Shock would his way through his system, it was like he was looking at Siri as a five year old. She had the same facial structure, and Siri's blonde hair. The only distinct difference was her eyes—she had—no that couldn't be possible. Obi-Wan couldn't deny that she had the exact same color of eyes that he did. However impossible this all was, this was his daughter. His daughter with Siri.

Siri seemed to come to the exact same realization that he did, she gave him a confused yet slightly amused glance. "Did I miss something?"