Author's Note: Before I explain what I'm going to be doing with this story I have a major annoucment. OBITINE WEEK IS A THING AND IT IS HAPPENING NEXT WEEK. From the 20-27th of September we (derpwhale, laugh-until-you-obitine, sailorminny and I (obitine-trash on tumblr)) will be hosting a week dedicated to this tragic but amazing ship. Everday will be a new theme and you can create what ever you want from it, wether it be fan art, fanfiction, a playlist, anything really. If you happen to be on tumblr use the #obitine week to showcase your work, if not Laugh-until-you-obitine has also created a group on where you can submit your stories. The themes for the days are.

Day 1 – memories/past

Day 2 – regret

Day 3 - throughts and feelings

Day 4 – stars

Day 5 – what could have been

Day 6 – home

Day 7 – free day (do what ever you want, just go for it)

This is going to be awesome guys. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask.

Okay annoucment over. This story is going to be a bunch of really short snippets and one-shots. Each will be separate and have a differnet idea around it. Some will be sad and their will be a few OC's and AU's thrown in. I will be updating this whenever I think of new ideas. Every chapter will contain 5 snippets.

Disclaimer: alas, I own nothing.

1.1. "It reminded me of you."

Obi-wan hadn't been back to Mandalore since her death, he had barely done anything, if he was honest with himself. The council had given him 4 months of 'Mediative Retreat' in the hopes that the once great and cheerful Jedi might return. No one, save for Anakin and Ahsoka knew what he had to go through, seeing the love of your life die right in front of you, killed by the same monster that had killed Qui-gon had deeply scared him.

Why he was flying all the way to Mandalore, he could not say, he just had a feeling, an urge to return. He landed his ship just out of the capitol, deciding it was probably easier to sneak into the city itself by foot. Obi wandered around for a while, keeping his head covered as to not draw attention to himself. That's when it came to him, why he had to return. He started to walk back towards the palace.

They held no big service for Satine, simply burring her in one of the old gardens of the once beautiful palace. It was spectacular really, a small pond surrounded by wilting pillow trees and the most beautiful of lilies. Obi-wan reached into his robe pulling out a small box and opening it to find a simple gold necklace, the pendant was of a lily, her favourite flower. He had planned of sending it to her months ago, how he wished he could go back and fix all this mess up.

"It reminded me of you, Satine, how I wish I could see you wear it," Obi-wan whispered to the empty air, gently placing the necklace on her headstone, trying to ignore the silent tears cascading down his cheeks.

2. 2. "No, no, it's my treat."

"Is that a little bit of sarcasm, I hear Obi-wan because it better not be," Satine said coming around the corner, her arms full of dirty clothes that their kids had decided to leave thrown around their rooms. "You promised that you would help with the chores once you came back from town."

"Me, sarcastic, never" Obi-wan replied, standing up from where he had just sat down. He walked over taking half the load from his wife's arms before giving her a light peck on the cheek. He loved how simple their life had become, how they could now banter lightly over laundry instead of the fate of the galaxy. "It would be a real treat to help you my dear."

3.3. "Come here. Let me fix it."

"If you don't clean that wound up it's just going to get infected Obi, and then we really will be in trouble." They had just narrowly escaped another attempted assassination at the hand of a few Death Watch mercenaries; he didn't even notice that he had gotten shot.

"I'll be fine Satine, nothing a little bacta won't fix," the padawan replied, ripping away at his spoilt tunic, to have a better look at the small blaster wound that ran along his bicep. In all truth it hurt like a hell, but he wasn't going to admit that to the Duchess, which he was starting to grow closer and closer to everyday. He was the one supposed to protect and look after her not the other way round.

"Come here, let me fix it, your just getting more dirt in it," Satine got up from where they had just set up camp to come knell in front of him, gently remove his hands from the wound and having a closer look. Holding his arm gently in her hands she reached around for a water canister, pouring water on the wound, ignoring Obi-wan's face, which had gotten considerable closer to her's. She cared for the Jedi, she didn't want to see him in anymore pain then he had to be.

4.4. "Here, drink this. You'll feel better."

"Here, drink this. You'll feel better, I promise," Obi-wan said, placing the cup into his daughter's hand, and pulling the blankets up and over her chest. He kissed her softly on the head before turning of the light and returning to the main living area. She might have only been 4 years old but Alisha was starting to look more and more like her mother everyday. Satine hardly knew her daughter before she died. How she would feel about Obi-wan training her to become a Jedi was something that the man decided to keep far from his train of thought.

5.5. "It's two sugars, right?"

He took his usual seat at the back of the small diner, hoping to spot the beautiful blonde waitress that he had fallen hopelessly in love with. Work at the office had been starting to pile up and he was currently drowning under paper work for a new case he had been given. When Ben first decided to become a detective he thought it was going to be fun, eating donuts and doing stake outs, not sitting in a stuffy office with 10 other guys reading and doing paper work.

He had found 'Dex's Diner' by accident one day. It was 6 in the morning and he had been called in early to have a meeting with a new client, along the way, half asleep and craving a strong cup of coffee to get him through, he just wondered in. That's when he first saw her. Satine, God, she was perfect, from her slight but still curvy figure to her dark azure eyes. He was head over heels in love with her within the week.

He caught himself staring at her again from across the room and quickly looked hoping that no one had noticed. This had been going on for months, this staring, his heart hammering whenever she gave him his cup of coffee and their eyes would met for the briefest of seconds. He had been trying to work up the courage to talk to her, maybe ask her out on a date since that first meeting, but was never able to form the right words.

No, this was going to be the day; he was going to do it. Come on Ben, you can do it. Just like you've practised

"It's two sugars, right love," Satine said standing right in front of Ben, holding the coffee pot.

"I THINK YOU'RE REALLY GREAT, DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE," he shouted at her. Everyone in the diner was now staring at the two eager to see what will happen next. Wow, Ben you really seemed to mess that up didn't you, she probably thinks you're a freak.

Satine was taken a back by Ben's words; she had a small crush on the good-looking detective who obviously had strong feelings for her. Oh what the hell, she was bored, one little date couldn't hurt. "Sure, Ben, pick me up at 7."

Author's Note: please remember to review and if you have any ideas or suggestiosn for more of these just tell me please. INTERNET HUGS AND COOKIES FOR ALL!

Bella Out!