This is a revision of my story Reunion 3: Memories and Preparation. The content has been tweaked and changed, some dialogue changed, etc. and there is a new chapter. It tells the basic same story as before, just hopefully it's a better story now. Hope you will enjoy.

Title: Tatooine Trouble - Sequel to Reunion.

Author: Obimom

Timeframe: Tatooine Years, Post ROTS

Characters: Obi-Wan, Siri T, force ghost Qui-Gon

Genre: Drama & Romance

Summary: Siri has taken a job and finds danger. Sequel to Reunion

This sequel takes place 6 years later.

Chapter 1 Trouble At The Cantina

Obi-Wan Kenobi came into the hut after checking on the Lars' homestead in the late afternoon. He quietly washed up and then went over to the bed. He had not talked much that day and had seemed to be brooding. Siri was a little concerned but had pretty much let him be.

It had been six years since Siri had come to him and they had been married, and they had settled into a routine of living, fussing at times, then making up. Their love and their bond ran deep, and they didn't always need to be talking to be together. Qui-Gon's presence had been there earlier, as usual, and Obi-Wan had spent a long time with him.

Siri watched him as he sat cross legged on the bed, slumping a little with one arm crossed and with the other rested his elbow on his knee and thoughfully pulled at his beard. His eyes were slightly glazed as he stared out the window as the suns were beginning their twilight descent. He had a far away look and Siri wondered what had him so occupied.

She watched him a moment longer, then with a sigh, softly approached him and laid a hand on his arm gently. His gaze gradually lost the far away look as his eyes slid away from the window and he looked at her, and a rather sheepish smile began to break on his solomn face.

"I'm afraid I haven't been much company today, have I?" he finally said quietly. He put his arm around her and pulled her down next to him. "I've had a lot on my mind today."

"I can tell. You want to talk about it before I go to the Cantina?"

"Within a few years after Siri had come to Tatooine, they had used up pretty much all the credits she had saved from the job she had taken when she had lived with Lara and Omal Tomai. She had taken a job in a local Cantina there and had gotten pretty good at slinging drinks and handling drunks. She was attractive and was popular with the customers, and she was tough enough without giving away that she was a Jedi and could hold her own against flirtatious or unruly patrons. She wanted to work at the Mos Eisley Cantina a couple nights a week, and Obi-Wan had at first objected. They had argued and fussed about it for days, Obi-Wan arguing that it was too dangerous, Mos Eisley isn't like the Cantina she worked at before, it was full of pirates, thieves, and criminals of all sorts, she can't carry her lightsaber, and it just wasn't a good idea. She had argued that they needed credits for supplies...

"How do you expect us to get the supplies we need, with our good looks? We're not as young as we used to be you know, Kenobi," She had argued, "and I can take care of myself! Don't you remember? I hung around with beings like that when I was a space pirate for two years. I can also listen for news when I'm there!"

"I do that when I go in for a drink occasionally!" Obi-Wan retorted, "Siri, it's just too dangerous."

She sneered at him.."Since when have you been afraid of danger, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Have you been a hermit here so long you forgot what it's like to face your fears?"

Obi-Wan flushed, hurt glanced across his eyes for a moment, but was quickly swallowed up by stubborn resolve. He kept his voice calm. "Of course not, Siri, but we have to think about my real mission here. There's nothing more important than that. I don't want us to do anything that might risk Luke's future destiny".

Siri regretted her words and her face softened as she drew close to him, gazing into his eyes . "Ben, I will be careful. We've never been seen together and I won't give away who I am or anything about you. You know I can keep my shields up and can be practically invisible when I want to be. It will be ok..I promise!" Her eyes shone with understanding but also had a determined gleam in them. She was not going to give this up.

Obi-Wan looked at this stubborn woman, and figured he wasn't going to win this one. He sighed heavily.

"All right, do it then." he said "But I'm going with you to our meeting spot outside Mos Eisley every night you work there. I'll see you off there, and I'll meet you there when you come out".

Siri had nodded in agreement.

It was a meeting spot hidden away from the main part of Mos Eisley they had discovered when Siri first came to him. They would split up there, go into Mos Eisley separately, Siri would shop for supplies and Obi-Wan would go into the Cantina and listen for news of the Empire, and sometimes watch over Siri when she was in a particularly dangerous part of the town. She could handle herself, Obi-Wan knew, and had more than once backed off aggressive beings with a sneer, a sharp retort and a couple times a swift kick in the right places. He had never had to come to her defense. When they were finished with their business, they would meet at their secret place and with their hoods and shields firmly in place they would silently go home.

She had already talked to the owner of Mos Eisley Cantina about working there two nights a week, the busiest nights when the space pilots came in from their runs with credits in their pouches and a big appetite for food, drink and entertainment. She had suprised Obi-Wan when she came in the last time they were in town. He stayed calm at his table and surreptiously observed while she spoke quietly with the bartender. The bartender had disappeared into the back, and then come back a few minutes later, nodding his head and had shaken her hand. Obi-Wan stayed silent about it till they had gotten home, than had asked "What was that all about?" Thats when the fight had started.

That had been four years ago. There had never been a problem, and the credits Siri earned, mainly from tips, had helped them to get the supplies they needed. She had also put some aside in case they needed a part for their vaporators, or some other more expensive need came up.

Now, Siri sat next to him on the bed, already dressed for her shift, and put her arms around him. She rested her head against his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing really, it's just that Luke turned nine years old yesterday." He paused thoughtfully.

Siri had to think a moment to get why that seemed important to Obi-Wan. Then it dawned on her.

"Oh. Thats the age Anakin was when Qui-Gon found him here, isn't it?" She asked.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Thats when everything changed."

Obi-Wan had still been a Padawan when they came to Tatooine the first time. Qui-Gon had found Anakin, was convinced he was the Chosen One, a few days later Qui-Gon was dead, killed by the Sith Lord on Naboo, Obi-Wan killed the sith, found himself suddenly knighted and Anakin his Padawan while he had still been stunned and grieving over Qui-Gon's death. It had all happened so fast, he had hardly any time to process it all then.

"Hm, and Luke turning nine brought all that back to you, didn't it? I've never known you to brood so much, especially over the past. You have too much time on your hands, Obi-Wan Kenobi." She laughed softly at him.

"Hmm, maybe" he said, patting her arm and smiling at her. "It's just that this morning, I saw him helping Owen with the chores. It struck me, he's nine now! And he looks so much like his father, and is so much like him too! He's very smart, and even from a distance I can feel how force sensitive he is. He's good with mechanics and he's showing promise of being an excellent pilot, just like Anakin was. He's been practicing with a blaster, shooting at womprats. I watched him and ..." he stopped, his throat constricted as he swallowed back emotion.

"You wished you could have been training him," Siri finished for him, squeezing him in sympathy. "But you can't, and Jedi don't wish for things that can't happen." She lifted her head off his shoulder and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Come on, snap out of it. It's time for me to go to work!"

Obi-Wan shook his head as though shaking off cob webs and and looked at her with a smile. "I'm sorry, of course you're right. I don't know what's gotten into me lately!"

"I do! It's living out here in no-where on a hot, dry, sandy old planet with nothing but your thoughts and memories. If it wasn't for me and Qui-Gon you'd be even nuttier than you already are!" she smirked, rising from the bad and pulling on his arm. He stood up and stretched. "Most people already think you're crazy when they see you talking to people that aren't there when we're in town. I hear their comments in the Cantina after you leave. "There goes crazy old Ben! Poor man, his brains have turned to bantha poodoo" She laughed.

"Then I'm doing my job well," Obi-Wan said with a smile, "Come on, we'd better get going so you're not late."

As they headed out the door, Siri commented "You know, if Luke's nine now, then so is Leia. I wonder how Ferus is doing with his mission?"

"If she's anything like her mother, he has his hands full," Obi-Wan replied. They both laughed quietly, and from there silently went to town.

Obi-wan watched Siri go into Mos Eisley toward the tavern, then he sat down in their secret spot and prepared to watch and meditate.

Sometimes he went into Mos Eisley, and once in a while would stop in the tavern as his usual habit was for some fresh water and to watch and listen. Then he enjoyed watching Siri do her job and fend off the cat-calls and come ons she would get. She may not have been as young as she used to be, but she was still very attractive and drew a lot of male attention. She knew how to draw their attention away from her with banter and get them laughing, and they usually tipped her well.

When he didn't go in the Cantina, sometimes he would just wander around the closing shops and chat with a few locals there, or he would often just wait in their secret spot, watch and meditate. In the deepening dusk, with his robe closed over him he was nearly invisible, anyone who happened near would more than likely not see him, but he was still alert.

After he had sat awhile a voice spoke to him.

"She's right, you know. You shouldn't brood so much about the past. What have I always told you about staying in the moment, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan smiled and said sardonically "Yes, Master." then after a thoughtful pause added, "He's just so much like his father was at that age, seeing him this morning just triggered a lot of memories."

"I know, not such pleasant memories for you, are they?"

"Not all of them are bad", Obi-Wan sighed, " There are many pleasant memories as well. But it is what it is, and I know my thinking about it won't change anything. I'm not being a very good Jedi right now, am I?"

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Obi-Wan, memories are very powerful and sometimes help you deal with the present, just don't let them rule your life, don't live in the past. Deal with them, then let them pass through you, as you've always done. You'll be OK, or I know Siri will have something to say about it" Qui-Gon said with a grin.

Obi-Wan nodded with a smile, "Yup, I'm sure she will. Thanks, Qui-Gon"

Qui-Gon's presence receded, but Obi-Wan sensed he was still near. He settled down to meditate.

Siri had almost finished her shift and was getting ready to leave for the night. She had had a particularly trying time with three rowdy patrons, one a tall middle aged human with thinning black hair, scraggly beard and dark eyes. His physique was not terrible, and in his younger days he would have been considered quite attractive to females, but years of drinking, gambling, and fighting had taken it's toll on him. He had a crooked nose from having broken it several times and several scars creased his face. The other two were large, burly humanoids with nearly bald heads, small black eyes and sharp, yellow teeth. They were shorter than their human companion, with large hairy arms and legs.

These three, in their increasingly drunken state, kept harassing her. When she served their drinks earlier that evening and turned to walk away, the human reached over and slapped her behind. She had turned and glared at him and told him to knock it off, which only made them laugh more derisively.

Later when she brought back more drinks and was picking up their empty glasses, the human stood and grabbed her and attempted to kiss her. She smacked him with the tray, knocked the glasses over and spilled the drinks she had just brought. Everyone in the Cantina had stopped their activities for a moment to see what the commotion was, but almost as quickly returned to their music and entertainment.

The beings swore at her, and then Gorg, the bartender came over and threw them out of the tavern, telling them to stay out. They argued with him, and he had said "Do you want me to get the owner out here?" They left, glaring at her and grumbling. He asked her if she was ok, she nodded. She was only a little shaken, but was more angry than anything. She finished her shift and prepared to leave.

"You want one of the bouncers to walk you home, Sam?" he asked, using the shortened form of Samantha, the name she had given him when she got hired.

"No, I'll be fine. Those guys are probably back in their transports sleeping it off", she replied, smiling with more assurance than she really felt. He nodded and told her good-night, turning to get a drink for the next customer.

Siri stepped out into the late night air, shivered and pulled her robe closer to her. She would be glad to get to Obi-Wan waiting for her in their spot.

She had only started walking down the nearly deserted street, when she felt a surge in the force. She whirled, placing a kick in the belly of someone who had come up behind her. He backed off with an "Ooof!", but her arms were immediatley pinned to her sides and a hand clapped over her mouth. She struggled and kicked, trying to bite and claw, but there were three of them, and they did not let her go. Her mind cried out in their bond, "Obi-Wan!". They picked her up and carried her into the nearby dark alleyway.

TBC,