"Here's to all the places we went, and to all the places we'll go, and here's to me whispering again and again and again, I love you."

They walk at a slow speed, allowing themselves to observe the surroundings with an open eyes. His hand is resting cautiously on the hilt of his lightsaber, hidden behind his robe; he's been told that she thinks he's being a tad paranoid, his bad feeling wasn't mutually shared between the two of them, but frankly, he had little care for her thoughts of his paranoia. One of the things higher on his agenda at the moment was to ensure her safety.

He observes her movements as she rests her hand on the pillar next to her as a brace for her to learn around and observe the other corridor. She sighs when she straightens her stance, now facing him once more. It could only mean one thing, that they weren't alone. When she brings her thumb to her mouth and chews on her nail, her brow furrowed, he notes that she's deep in thought. He can't hide the sheepish smile forming on his lips.

Moments later, she sports a slightly devious grin that could only mean one thing: She has a plan.

He's taken by surprise; and he has no time to question her regarding the plan because his hand is already tangled in hers and she takes a step closer, using her free hand to adjust his robe just a bit more slightly, he assumes to ensure his weapon is hidden out of sight. She takes hers off her own belt clip, slipping it next to his, it's an odd feeling, having all the weight on his side. Anyone around them would mistake them for a young couple, enjoying the company of one another. She takes the lead, marching straight into the crowds of people, right back to the room of their mark. As she does this, pulling his hand gently, he realizes that she may be the most brilliant person he knows, he himself would have never come up with such a clever ruse.

If he thought he was taken aback by her hand in hers, he's even more surprised with what happens next, but after spending so much time with Anakin, he is good at improvisation and living in the moment. He's no longer simply holding her hand, but his arm is placed gently on her lower back, holding her close to his side. It's only a moment before she turns, placing her back against the door.

A few people are walking down the halls, watching them curiously as she uses one hand to play with the loose fabric of his robe. He observes her, curiously, there's not a hint of hesitation in her eyes as she stands on her toes, and plants a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Behind her back her hand is working to break the code and unlock the door, and he knows this, which is why he's not protesting this kiss. It's the perfect cover story, and it also feels so right.

He watches them from a distance. The small child is running around in the sand, the two adults laughing as he chases the small ball that never seems to stop rolling. A tentative hand rests on his shoulder and he turns around to see the face of the woman behind him. After observing her for a moment, he brings his hand to her back, and with no words spoken, escorts her back to the ship on the horizon.

He didn't expect it to be this hard, to leave the child in their hands, even if he knows that they're more than capable to raise him.

Siri's been amazingly strong during this whole thing, that much is clear to him. She's stronger than he would have imagined possible. As they make the jump into hyperspace, he looks over at her silent figure, sitting comfortably in the chair next to him. She looks exhausted, her blonde hair is framing her face and her pale skin is tinted red from the rays of sun she was exposed to.

Her words are soft; almost inaudible, but perhaps, he thinks, that's how they were meant to be.

He simply nods in response, moving himself to put a comforting arm around her. Her head seems to fit perfectly on his shoulder. They sit in silence for what seems like hours, the comfort of having each other their calming all their nerves.

When she says that she misses him, he simply whispers "Me, too."

They get back to the temple, and they go on as if nothing had happened between them, despite the memories ringing fondly in his mind. He wonders if it's the same for her. He's been battling trying to get over their connection with each other since they were young Padawan Learners. Many times have they both wanted to give in, but they know that they've got duty. They've got to protect the republic, help those who cannot help themselves, and that would always be more important than their own desires. No matter what happened, being a Jedi had come first.

But it's slowly killing him inside. The connection that they had during their mission was nothing like either of them had ever felt before, he's certain. The gentle kiss that Siri planted on his lips made him not care about anything other than her, he wanted to take her in his arms and leave in that moment. Run away, never look back to the Jedi, the Republic. He didn't care about any of it. He cared about her and the love that they had for each other.

It's been a month since they've returned, the meditative leave that they were granted was up, and he finds himself in her small quarters. Both their apprentices are in some sort of lesson, he feels that now would be the best time to address it.

No words are spoken before it happens, before she repeats what happened just a mere month ago.

It's what happens when she pulls back that causes him to turn giddy like a school girl. It's the soft whisper of her voice, the one that has given him chills for years. It's not like he didn't know it, he has known for some time now. But to hear the words, to admit that they're committing a wrong, it made all the difference. Her gentle tone makes it seem like she doesn't care, and for once, he doesn't care either. He just wants to be hers, to protect her, and feel her comforting embrace. Tomorrow they'll worry about being Jedi. Tomorrow, everything shouldgo back to normal. However, today they're going to just be Siri and Obi-Wan. Not Jedi Masters, but humans. Today, they're going to break the rules and be genuinely happy. And tomorrow he'll suffer the consequences no matter what they may be because he knows exactly how he feels and what he wants, and this is it. It feels right, almost as if it what the force wanted.

Her smile alone brings another rush of joy over him, and he leans in and kisses her brow, repeating the words that she spoke only moments ago.

"I love you.."

Hello, mates. I promise, this will be the only lengthy authors note. Maybe. I'm not sure yet. This story was started three years ago and titled "Falling for You" under the username "Stella Brillare", unfortunately, I can't for the life of me recall the password to that account or even the email used to create it. However, I have had the strongest desire to continue writing this despite the lengthy days between now and my last update. Please note that this is an AU story, and the characters may seem slightly outside of their norm. A lot of who the characters were depends greatly on the events that built them, so their characterization will alter slightly depending on those events. Once again, this is me playing in the Star Wars playground. I'm not a professional author, nor do I profit from this writing, I am merely a fan who enjoys writing from time to time. With that in mind, I haven't studied grammar since like, high school. And even then it was to barely pass my classes. I apologize for any mistakes, grammatically, you might find. Personally, I'm more of a words I am reading more than if that should have been a comma or a period, ect. If you find mistakes and would like to correct me, I won't be offended. :)

Anyway, since the prolouge has been completed, and edited from the sad version it was three years ago, I hope you enjoy Moments.