A/N: Hi, everyone. This is my first fan fiction. I'm nervous to be posting it. There are a couple more chpaters after it. Please let me know what you think. :)

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The land speeder whirled past Obi-Wan, causing speckles of mud to appear on his boots. Exhausted, he stared at the thin, intricate patterns of muck, transfixed. I must be going crazy, he thought. Rain slicked his hair back, and water dripped off his nose.

If she were here, she'd be shaking her head. Kenobi, you're going to get yourself sent to the healers again if you keep standing in that rain! She'd give him that irritated look. That look that was playful, but also serious over the possibility of the Sith-slaying Jedi Master being done in by the common cold.

He was taken out of his reverie by his former Padawan's voice coming over his commlink.

"Refugee camp 702 needs to be evacuated. They need to be moved to the other side of the district by tonight, before this weather gets any worse. It's starting to get really bad -- electricity is out, the sanitation is horrible."

Obi-Wan furrowed his brow. He tried to calculate if there'd be enough time to transfer the entire camp to higher ground before it was obsolete. The camp's design was completely idiotic. It was built in a small valley, with the intent that the foothills would offer protection in case of an attack. However, this also caused difficulty for anyone trying to get OUT of the valley in case of an emergency. Being built in a basin, it was left open to extreme flooding. The water would rise to be waist-high on the average humanoid.

"We need you to give the order, Master."

"Copy that."

Obi-Wan punched in the signal to the luitenants' commlinks, verifying that it was his secure frequency.

"This is General Kenobi. The facilities of Camp 702 are inadequate to sustain the refugees through tonight's storm. Give the commands for transports to carry the refugees to Camp 912."

After recieving confirmation that his message had been recieved, Kenobi boarded the landspeeder to take him to Camp 702. He was more than obliged when his clonetrooper escort offered to pilot.

Obi-Wan had been on this planet for three weeks. The Clone Wars had left the eastern continent of Corellia in ruins. Entire families were scattered across the towns, and millions were homeless. The makeshift refugee camps were in utter chaos, as displaced children looked for their parents, parents looked for their children, and families who had lost everything tried to figure out the next step. The Jedi Council had sent Jedi not involved in other missions to make sure the Republic was providing enough supplies for the refugees torn from their homes.

All except one. Obi-Wan, for the first time during the entire mission, allowed his lips to curve into what could have been called a smile. Siri hadn't been too pleased when the Council had not permitted her to come. He even permitted his smile to turn into a grin when he thought those words over in his head -- "Not permitted Siri Tachi to come." That phrase seemed to be a paradox.

"I don't see WHY I can't go along!" she fumed, pacing in their shared quarters.

Obi-Wan tried not to laugh. "Siri, the Council does not want a seven month pregnant woman travelling halfway around the galaxy to put herself in danger."

Siri rolled her eyes. She knew that the Council wouldn't grant her the clearance to go on this mission, no matter how adept she was at arguing -- she just didn't want to admit it. It was futile. She sighed, looking at Obi-Wan. Walking over to him, her arms wrapped around his neck in defeat. "Sweetie, I don't mean to sound like some helpless little waif in a holodrama, but I'm going to miss you," she murmered into his jawbone. She felt him smile against her face, and he planted a soft kiss on the top of her forehead. Suddenly, her feet were off the ground.

"Kenobi!" Siri half-growled, half-mocked. He cupped her in his embrace, scooping her entire body up into his arms. He set her on to their bed and pulled the covers back.

Obi-Wan had always known that Siri Tachi wasn't a woman that needed protection, and she knew that Kenobi could take care of himself. But after they had started to grow into a deeper friendship, and finally into love, neither of them looked at each other any more as warrior friends who might happen to die in the line of duty. In the past, the Jedi had forbidden attatchment, and they could both see the reasons. They knew that this new life could never compare to any peace that came with not having love to worry about it. Every moment of stress was entirely worth it, beyond words.

Siri stretched out and settled herself into his arms. They curled up with each other, gently spooning. They could stay like that for hours, simply talking, laughing, and experiencing the previously little-known joy of relaxing. She yawned. She had been getting very tired lately. In her mind, she considered that they hadn't been apart since the end of the Clone Wars and the fall of Palpatine for more than a couple of days. A month wasn't terribly long, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be worrying about that crazy oaf every second of the day.

Siri had never thought highly of couples who always acted like they had a mind-wipe performed on them. She thought they were brainless and were making fools of themselves. The idea that maybe it had been jealousy had entered her thoughts many times. Out on Coruscant, she had sometimes felt a stab of resentment when she saw adults, not much older than children, being in love so freely. And then after the Clone Wars, after Obi-Wan and Anakin had defeated Palpatine... she shut her eyes. Still, it had been that horrible confrontation that made her realize how fragile all her relationships were with her friends. She could have lost him so easily.

But now he was here, with her head on his chest, listening to the rumbling laugh that she cherished hearing. Her husband was telling her about something about Anakin and his step-brother switching controls on somesort of machine on Anakin's mother and stepfather's home, causing amusing punishment for Anakin. Obi-Wan's here, and that's all that matters. He's here, laughing, breathing, alive, he's happy. And he's okay, and our friends are fine, and our baby... our baby is moving, Bant and the healers say she's healthy, and she's real. This is our reality. Siri placed her hand over the bump protruding from her tummy. Her eyes began to mist.

Siri didn't ALWAYS hate being sappy.

Obi-Wan had fallen asleep. He groggily opened the hatch to his speeder and stepped out.

Before him was a crowd of thousands of hundreds of refugees, needed to be moved immediately.

It was going to be a long night.