The first chapter! I've never written a fic before, and it's great fun, though I'm positively sure I've made plenty of mistakes with this one, whether it be lore-related or within my writing style. Nevertheless, the only way for me to get better is to practice so I hope that it gets less painful to read as the chapters go on!

Pairing: None, though hints at Obi/OC

Warnings: None, though there will be slash present in this story

Star wars doesn't belong to me, it belongs to George Lucas/Disney, etc. No money is being made from the writing or reading of this novel and it is only written in pursuit of personal entertainment.

The first time Alexsander Kaszinsky met the Obi-Wan Kenobi they were both in the earliest years of pubescence.

Alex had been hanging out at his family's establishment, "The Thirsty Traveler", a bar, when he first laid eyes on the padawan and his master. A pair of jedis walked through the barroom doors, well, more like one gigantic jedi and one much smaller and younger jedi, whom Alex guessed was the larger's padawan. Alex didn't know much about jedi practices, he hardly had the patience to study things that would actually benefit him in life, aside from swordplay and fighting, of course. Before he knew it he had been staring at the younger jedi for much longer than one would deem socially acceptable, though he hadn't the foggiest idea as to why he was so compelled to. Shrugging it off, Alex went back to playing his games as the pair went to talk to a hooded figure far on the other side of the room. Alex couldn't help but notice this, and with as much stealth as he could, working under the guise that he was cleaning the floor, stepped closer to the booth that the three now occupied. When only mere yards away, he could finally start to make out just what it was they were saying.

"An invasion, on Naboo of all places? That's preposterous!" Qui-Gon stated in disbelief, becoming under the impression that this had been a complete waste of their time. The hooded figure spoke again, in her deceptively easy-going tone,

"It is true Master Qui-Gon. There will be an invasion on Naboo, though it will happen whether or not you heed my warning. This will happen sometime in the future, and you must be ready" Qui-Gon sighed. This wasn't something that could be easily ignored, but with a source so anonymous, how could this being be trusted? He looked into the Force with no avail, everything had been cloudy recently and deep in his gut he knew this was the beginning of something catastrophic. Obi-Wan fidgeted slightly in discomfort, something very subtle but not subtle enough to get by his master, who immediately turned to him in concern.

"What is it, Obi-Wan?" Obi-Wan glanced to the left and to the right, before moving closer to whisper in his master's ear.

"We're being watched." At this Qui-Gon raised a brow and looked about the room innocently, before locking his gaze on Alexsander, who had begun to move away from them after sweeping nearby for a suspiciously long time.

Alex had raised both eyebrows in surprise when he heard what he thought he heard at the beginning of his eavesdropping. He had gasped when what he thought he heard had been confirmed by what he heard next. However both of these things paled in contrast to the knot in his throat that formed when two gigantic hands latched on to either side of his shoulders and hoisted him up into the air.

He was turned to be face to face with a very terrifying Qui-Gon Jinn, whose stare seemed to go right through him, as if he saw everything Alex was composed of and had ever experienced.

"Now what do we have here, Obi-Wan?" The younger jedi shuffled forward, his gaze not connecting with Alex's frightened features.

"He was the one spying on us, master." Alex struggled to get loose, but the jedi's hands held firm, and his body proved to be an impassable brick wall. He decided it was a waste of energy and focused as hard as he could to form a coherent sentence.

"I'm, uh, sorry sah, I-I just never see jedi down here in lower Coruscant and I wanted to know why you were here, I really didn't mean any bad!" Greeaaaat job Alex, that sure was convincing he thought to himself sarcastically, fully expecting a beating being in his future, if not worse. The jedi cocked his head sideways, before lowering down Alex right before he doubled over laughing. Obi-Wan seemed just as confused as Alex, as they both looked on in anticipation of an explanation as to why the oversized master was having a fit of laughter. Qui-Gon eventually composed himself, and brought his attention back to the present.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that was just too funny. What is your name, boy?" He asked with a smile, and as the last words rolled off his tongue Alex felt oddly pacified, a stark contrast to what he felt moments before.

"My name is Alexsander Kaszinsky. My family owns this place." He said, while switching his now much calmer gaze to Obi-Wan, who was halfway hidden behind Qui-Gon.

"Well then, Alexsander Kaszinsky, would you like to sit with us? It seems our… acquaintance has left, so there is a free spot." Alex jumped at the chance. This had all been so interesting for him, he couldn't wait to learn more about what they were doing or maybe about what they've done. His thoughts were an intangible blur that he couldn't separate, the excitement beating throughout his body to thoroughly for him to calm down once more.

"Yes please!" He sat down across from them, sinking into the soft leather seats. Qui-Gon was yet again the first to talk among the three, Obi-Wan appearing to be a bit shy, or perhaps it was respect? Alex couldn't tell, he was never good at that sort of emotion-reading thing.

"So, Alexsander, you seem quite young, shouldn't you be off in school?"

"My parents can't afford school, but I wouldn't want to go anyway, I teach myself. Besides, I'm practically 13." Alex stated proudly, but couldn't help but notice a wrinkle of Obi-Wan's nose at him saying he wouldn't want to go to school, wonder what that was about.

"I'm almost 13!" Obi-wan blurted out, before laughing nervously, grinning from ear to ear at Alex, as he usually never spoke to other people so close to his age.

The three spoke on and on for at least a couple hours, mostly Obi-Wan and Alex talking about how different life was outside of the Jedi Temple compared to inside it. Alex felt himself envious of Obi-Wan's upbringing, but at the same time he didn't want to feel any negative emotions towards the young jedi, because he felt oddly drawn to him. He couldn't explain it, he wasn't old enough to understand why, but he couldn't take his eyes off of him.

Qui-Gon saw the sky darkening and decided it was time to leave. He practically had to drag a very saddened Obi-Wan to the speeder when he told him it was time to go, as a true friends didn't pop up like that for Obi-Wan as often as either of them would want. In the back of his mind guilt panged, as he further realized that his poor padawan would likely never see young Alex again.

The second time Alexsander Kaszinsky saw Obi-Wan Kenobi was a longer affair, occurring only weeks before Alex's 20th birthday.

Alex woke up that morning much like any other, had breakfast, got ready for the day in the fresher, perhaps pausing to look at his changing features in the mirror. His neck length blonde hair hadn't changed over the years, nor his aquamarine eyes, though his build certainly had. At nearly twenty years of age, Alex already had the look of a man, the boyish charm of his youth replaced by a rugged, and sometimes he entertained, dangerously sexy look.

Though, before he had time to finish his morning routine, he heard a crash from outside. He ran outside to see what it was, ever curious, when he saw the wreckage of a speeder and a groaning man, not much older than himself, if at all, lying nearby.

Obi-Wan knew he shouldn't have taken a speeder for a test drive, he hates driving. Now he can concur without a shadow of a doubt that driving hates him just as much. He doesn't know the extent of his injuries, but nothing appears to be broken. That is, until he breathes in and feels a stabbing pain in his ribs. Okay, I guess something is broken. He looks around to where he landed, recognizing the lower levels of Coruscant, a place he hadn't been to for several years. Then he realizes there that he has a throbbing headache, and that sleep sounds like a great idea right now. Within moments, he has blacked out.

Alex has moved out of his parent's bar, and has a small but cozy apartment. Well, cozy might not be the most appropriate word for what it is, but it's a place to live, and a thief's salary isn't exceptional enough to provide much more. He hadn't even thought twice when he picked up the slumped jedi, because for whatever reason it seemed like the right thing to do, to bring the stranger into his home, clean him up the best he could, and place him on Alex's own bed as carefully as possible. It was completely selfless and what bothered Alex the most about it was the fact that he had considered himself for quite a long time as a selfish person. I mean I am a thief for sithsake! He pulled up a nearby chair to his bed where the stranger laid. As he examined him, he seemed oddly familiar… the short Auburn hair, delicate features, though rather scratched up at the moment. He couldn't put a finger on it, but he has seen this man before. Before long however, his stomach rumbled and he forgot all about it.

Obi-Wan came to at what he guessed would be some hour of the evening. He was shocked awake as his hand unconsciously bumped into his injured ribcage, earning a gasp from its owner. Looking around the room, his mind raced as he tried to connect the dots of what had happened to him. There had been a crash, yes, and he had recognized a part of lower Coruscant that he had been to before. His mind flicked suspiciously to the thought that he was being held captive, but felt no ill tidings in the force and no bindings on his body, effectively nullifying the possibility of any such occurrence. Before he had more time to contemplate these things or even send a message out to his master, who was probably wondering where he had gone off to by now, a man strode into the room with a pair of bowls. He smiled when he noticed Obi-Wan was staring at him, and passed him one of the bowls, which seemed to contain some sort of soup.

"Oh good, you're up! I didn't wan' to 'ave to go about wakin' you, I'm terrible at that sort of thin'. Careful, it's hot!" Though his warning was late, as Obi-Wan frantically waved his hand at his burning mouth, quickly and painfully swallowing the soup. Alex chuckled at his antics, only feeling a smidgeon of guilt over the belatedness of his warning. Obi-Wan quickly composed himself, cheeks red with embarrassment as he acknowledged Alex, moving the soup to the desk to the right of the bed.

"I think I'll wait on that. I'm assuming you were the one that brought me here?"

"Sure am! You've got a couple broken ribs, and what might be a mild concussion, but you seem to be alright aside from that. Your jedi robes are drying off right now, I took the liberty of cleaning them." Alex stated manner-of-factl y. Obi-Wan went even more red at this, as he looked at the clothes he was now wearing, a light brown tunic and matching trousers. Alex scoffed at his expression of horror, laughing wholeheartedly.

"You're funny. It's not like you have anythin' I haven't seen before." This didn't aid Obi-Wan's level of embarrassment. He coughed out a response in hopes to change the subject, for it was one of a sensual level that he had not heavily explored.

"Ahem. Well, I thank you for saving me, it was most kind. But you didn't have to undress me, I could have gotten the robes cleaned at the temple." Damnit Kenobi! That wasn't changing the subject!

"It's not a problem. Besides, that's my bed you're layin' in, and I wasn't about to let you get it all dirty. And it's not like I took advantage of you or anythin'." Alex stated, ending it with a wink. It's not like he wasn't tempted, but it would have gone against even his morals to do something along those lines, especially since the man was wounded.

"I, uh, very well. Who is it I should be thanking?" Obi-Wan tried to ask while trying as hard as possible not to further betray the effect that the man's accent and clearly sexual demeanor had on him. Control yourself, Force!

"Alexsander Kaszinsky, at yah service." He replied with a low bow. At that moment all of the memories came flooding back to Obi-Wan of the last time he had visited lower Coruscant with his master, of the boy his exact age and how good he had felt followed by how bad he had felt to meet and leave a new friend.