Title:Episode 3.5: The Birth of A Child
Author: PNS*
Summary: This is the sequel to Episode 3: The Coming of the Slayer. I don't promise to finish it but I was stuck on my other stories and bored one night so I decided to start a sequel and see where it went. PS. My Star Wars knowledge is a bit rusty.
Rating: PG-13/R
When he had left Coruscant the Jedi order had been disbanded, scattered across the world, much the way the Republic had been weakened. It was still shocking how blind they had been in the years leading up to the Wars and the role that their most trusted allies had played, betraying them in the end.
Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi raked his hands through his longish hair and turned his gaze from the star filled sky to the girl sitting on the bed tying her sneakers. Buffy glanced up at him briefly with a fading smile. This world seemed so small to him, refreshing and different after all he'd seen, but still just as dangerous. It was remarkable how similar life was in the universe, despite the variety of exteriors. All living things had the same wants, needs, and desires.
At the moment all Obi Wan could think about was that he wanted to loose himself in a night long love session with his partner, his teacher and his ally in this strange world, but there were other things that needed to be done first. As warriors they both understood this.
When she was finished tying her shoes she picked up a wooden stake and he grabbed his lightsaber. She shook her blond head, and he knew that she still didn't completely trust his technologically advanced weapon.
"A wooden stake will never malfunction on you," Buffy quiped as the exited the house.
"You have a point." Obi Wan grinned, his dimples noticeable through his trimmed beard. "Point. Get it?"
"I get it." Buffy rolled her eyes. The man might appear to be one of the most confident and wise people for his age but let him crack a joke and he dissolves. It had taken him a long time to develop his sense of humor once he had come to earth. As a Jedi warrior, keeper of intergalactic peace he hadn't had a whole lot of experience with emotion. The experiences were all new to him. Love, hate, sorrow, he had kept himself from them all his life, because to be a successful warrior was to be above temptation, or so he thought.
"Are we looking for anything particular tonight?" The question was poised casually but with an undertone of tension. He might have been a warrior for an intergalactic republic but she was a descendant of a long line of naturally gifted warriors of the Force, and because of that she was trustworthy.
"The usual patrol," Buffy answered, just as casually. In the months they had spent together they had learned fascinating things about the universe, the truth about good and evil, and most importantly about the Force, the creator of all matter. It was the way of life. It had many names, good, evil, magick, miracles, but it was all the same thing.
Buffy had a habit of staring up at the sky when they patrolled the small town of Sunnydale. It was as if she was suspicious of another ship coming down to earth and snatching her up to be part of an intergalactic war. Obi Wan didn't blame her. But maybe it was something more. Obi Wan knew she was more in tune with the Force than he was, and with his coaching she had become almost as powerful as Jedi Master Yoda.
"I feel something." Buffy bit her lip.
"Danger?" Obi Wan reached for his lightsaber, prepared to wield it at a moment's notice.
"Hey Buffy," A familiar voice said just as a short young man stepped out of the shadows.
"Oz?"
"Surprise."
Author: PNS*
Summary: This is the sequel to Episode 3: The Coming of the Slayer. I don't promise to finish it but I was stuck on my other stories and bored one night so I decided to start a sequel and see where it went. PS. My Star Wars knowledge is a bit rusty.
Rating: PG-13/R
When he had left Coruscant the Jedi order had been disbanded, scattered across the world, much the way the Republic had been weakened. It was still shocking how blind they had been in the years leading up to the Wars and the role that their most trusted allies had played, betraying them in the end.
Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi raked his hands through his longish hair and turned his gaze from the star filled sky to the girl sitting on the bed tying her sneakers. Buffy glanced up at him briefly with a fading smile. This world seemed so small to him, refreshing and different after all he'd seen, but still just as dangerous. It was remarkable how similar life was in the universe, despite the variety of exteriors. All living things had the same wants, needs, and desires.
At the moment all Obi Wan could think about was that he wanted to loose himself in a night long love session with his partner, his teacher and his ally in this strange world, but there were other things that needed to be done first. As warriors they both understood this.
When she was finished tying her shoes she picked up a wooden stake and he grabbed his lightsaber. She shook her blond head, and he knew that she still didn't completely trust his technologically advanced weapon.
"A wooden stake will never malfunction on you," Buffy quiped as the exited the house.
"You have a point." Obi Wan grinned, his dimples noticeable through his trimmed beard. "Point. Get it?"
"I get it." Buffy rolled her eyes. The man might appear to be one of the most confident and wise people for his age but let him crack a joke and he dissolves. It had taken him a long time to develop his sense of humor once he had come to earth. As a Jedi warrior, keeper of intergalactic peace he hadn't had a whole lot of experience with emotion. The experiences were all new to him. Love, hate, sorrow, he had kept himself from them all his life, because to be a successful warrior was to be above temptation, or so he thought.
"Are we looking for anything particular tonight?" The question was poised casually but with an undertone of tension. He might have been a warrior for an intergalactic republic but she was a descendant of a long line of naturally gifted warriors of the Force, and because of that she was trustworthy.
"The usual patrol," Buffy answered, just as casually. In the months they had spent together they had learned fascinating things about the universe, the truth about good and evil, and most importantly about the Force, the creator of all matter. It was the way of life. It had many names, good, evil, magick, miracles, but it was all the same thing.
Buffy had a habit of staring up at the sky when they patrolled the small town of Sunnydale. It was as if she was suspicious of another ship coming down to earth and snatching her up to be part of an intergalactic war. Obi Wan didn't blame her. But maybe it was something more. Obi Wan knew she was more in tune with the Force than he was, and with his coaching she had become almost as powerful as Jedi Master Yoda.
"I feel something." Buffy bit her lip.
"Danger?" Obi Wan reached for his lightsaber, prepared to wield it at a moment's notice.
"Hey Buffy," A familiar voice said just as a short young man stepped out of the shadows.
"Oz?"
"Surprise."
