Whoops didn't update Clow Coffee Shop because i'm still trying to decide on the two endings i wrote lol but here's a little Star Wars and Teen Wolf Crossover

Stiles has a problem with Lydia.

The problem isn't her. She's perfect actually. Well-educated, witty, and beautiful, but that's the problem for Stiles, who cannot keep his eyes off her. Lydia has noticed; noticed the way his eyes linger on her and the way his hand rests on the small of her back when they walk. She feels the way his touch burns through her skin and cannot help but feel butterflies in her stomach when he teases her.

The problem is that they cannot be together. He is a padawan, a Jedi in training, and Jedi are not allowed to get married. This rule, while unspoken, hangs over them like a dark cloud.

Especially now that he's been assigned to accompany her back to her home planet and stay with her for a week. They are only three hours into their twelve-hour flight through space and Stiles already feels like he's being tested. It's not that she tries to seduce him or anything like that, it's more that he feels this pull when he's around her. She's like the center of gravity for him, no matter how hard he tries, something keeps bringing him closer and closer towards her. It doesn't help that she is always inching towards him, finding his hand or holding onto his coat when they are in large crowds. It also doesn't help that she loves to talk to him, loves arguing and debates and discussing anything and every thing.

"It's the fact that no one tries to actually find solutions for problem within the senate. They just bring these other policies out to try and put a Band-Aid on the actual problem, but it doesn't ever solve the problem, just puts it on the backburner for a few months. That's why the separatists broke away, and while they are trying to solve the same problems as us, they only believe in aggressive negotiation-"

"I think that we need a system where the politicians sit down and discuss the problems, agree what's in the best interests of all the people, and then do it." Stiles interjects.

"That is exactly what we do. The trouble is that people don't always agree. In fact, they hardly ever do." Lydia answers quickly.

"Then they should be made to." He counters, a smirk on his face sparkle in his eyes.

"By whom? Who's going to make them?"

"I don't know. Someone." He answers vaguely.

"You?" she argues, her cheeks heating up.

"Of course not me." He answers simply before biting into his sandwich.

"But someone." She answers haughtily, "That sounds an awful lot like a dictatorship to me." A mischievous little grin creeps across his face as she looks away in annoyance.

"Well, if it works…" he murmurs. Lydia turns her head and stares at Stiles as he takes another bite out of his sandwich. He looks back at her, dropping his smile and meeting her defiant eyes with a straight face.

"You're making fun of me," Lydia states flatly.

"On no, I'd be much too frightened to tease a Senator's daughter," Stiles replies, a smile spilling from his lips.

"You're so bad!" Lydia replies, laughing.

"I'm sorry you believed me," Stiles interjects, laughing, "I'm a terrible jokester, it comes along with Jedi training."

"So," The strawberry-blonde of her hair shines in the harsh lighting of the spaceship as she speaks, "How long have you been training to be a Jedi?" She lifts her head, making eye contact with the boy next to her. The entire situation is nothing but uncomfortable for Stiles who keeps fighting a blush every time she looks at him. He knows that this is just a crush on some girl who he barely knows, but it's the way she quirks her lips up in a teasing smirk that makes him want to stand up and get away from her.

"Oh, you know…" he answers vaguely, "I guess it was just always something I was going to do. I was a force sensitive child and since my dad was a soldier, he couldn't really be around all the time, so it was in my best interest to begin training at the academy as soon as possible." The condensed version of the story satisfies her enough because he sees the understanding in her eyes before she breaks eye contact and looks down at the floor. Her emerald dress pools around her almost like a puddle.

"That's so brave, you must have been so small… to go off on your own and begin such rigorous training…" she trails off quietly, lost in thought.

"It wasn't hard," he objects, "I mean, yes the first part of it was difficult because I missed home, but I made friends, I had great teachers and the temple is a place of happiness. It was the equivalent of going to school. I missed my dad, but I was still able to see him every once in a while." He knows the way this girl thinks; she pities him because he was not raised like she was: with two parents always by her side and siblings around her. The truth is that Stiles' family was never going to be that way. Even if he had not gone to the academy, he still would never have had two parents caring after him. Going to the academy was a blessing compared to being sold into slavery or being forced to work from a young age as many children in his old neighborhood had been forced into doing. She looks back up at him as he finishes. Offering her a warm smile, he changes the subject, "What about you? What was your childhood like? I'm assuming not like this." He teases looking around the crowded ship.

"Oh no, nothing like this," she clarifies, a bright, teasing smile on her face, "My parents have always been diplomats, but I didn't really know much about politics until I turned ten and began such lessons. Naboo was a very serene planet to grow up on. Because my sister was so much older than me, I usually played with other children of diplomats and politicians. We would go swimming in the lake by my house every day of the summer… " Her face seems to light up in remembrance of summers past, "It's a shame that we will only be staying for a week, I would have loved to show you the different parts of the planet."

"Maybe another time," he says with a smirk, "one when you're not in hiding." When she offers him another one of her dazzling smiles, Stiles feels a pit form in his stomach.

"I'll make sure of that." She promises, "Tell me more about your life as a Jedi! Allison has the best stories about all the crazy things her and Kate have done! Did you know one time they got-" Lydia's talking is cut off when the ship violently shakes, almost as if it was just hit by something. With frantic eyes, Lydia looks around and grabs Stiles' hand.

"Did we just…?"

"I don't know," Stiles finishes for her, jumping up and tugging her with him, "but that cannot be good."