Disclaimer: Star Wars is the property of George Lucas. This story is for entertainment purposes only. No infringement of rights is intended.

Author's Note: This is my response to the Valentine's Songfic Roulette challenge on the Jedi Council Forum Fanfiction message boards at TFN. My song was Michael Bublé - Everything.

Though I've enjoyed reading Siri/Obi-Wan for quite a long time, this is my first time writing it, so... I hope I got it right.

All feedback is welcome. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy

Part 1

You're a falling star...

The door chime sounded and Siri knew it was Obi-Wan before the door slid open. She struggled to hide her surprise - he had barely said five words to her since her return to the Temple, but now he smiled at her, hinting at the friendship they used to share.

"Hello."

"Hi." She must not have been hiding her surprise very well because his grin widened and amusement danced clearly in his eyes.

"You didn't forget, did you?"

"Forget?" She asked, bemused, then she noticed the blanket tucked under his arm and the basket in his hand, but she still had no idea what he was talking about.

"C'mon," he waved his hand toward the door, "grab your cloak."

Siri couldn't help the slow upward curve of her lips. If he kept looking at her like that, she just might follow him anywhere.

As they stepped out into the cool night air in the gardens on the roof of the Ziggurat, a loud boom shook the atmosphere and a flash of red light burst across the sky. It was then Siri remembered it was the beginning of New Years Fete Week.

"Obi-Wan!" she exclaimed, taken aback.

He smiled, clearly pleased she had finally caught on. "We have some missed time to make up for." Taking her hand, he lead her through the garden to the ledge where they would watch the fireworks when they were younger. The view was incomparable and they used to sneak up here, late at night, to see the festivities that spanned the Coruscant skyline.

Obi-Wan spread the blanket out and, the consummate gentleman, helped her onto the ledge then sat down beside her. Siri gazed out at the city as Obi-Wan started pulling dishes out of the basket he brought. She understood fully in this moment how happy she was to be home.

"Farrberries," Obi-Wan offered. She took one and he put the bowl down between them. "And chocolate. And blumfruit muffins."

"My favorites..." Siri murmured, then grinned. Those three things didn't necessarily go together and they certainly weren't the makings of a well-balanced meal. "Obi-Wan, this is too much." Looking up at him, she was overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. She hadn't been expecting this. In fact, she'd only hoped he'd be willing to talk to her again in a year or two.

"I – I wasn't sure what to say." He stared out into the night sky, pensive. "So, I decided to show you instead."

"Show me..."

"I missed you." He admitted quietly. "And I'm glad you're back."

"Thank you," she said, touched by his sincerity.

They sat in comfortable silence for awhile, munching and enjoying the bright, colorful lights as they exploded in a shower of sparks high in the dark sky and fell softly to the city below.

"I should have known." Obi-Wan spoke up.

"Hmm?"

"I treated you unfairly, Siri. I should've known right away that you would never leave the Order. I'm sorry." It was obvious by the crease of his brow how much this was bothering him.

"That just means I was doing my job well."

"Yes, I suppose."

He looked at her a little sadly, and, even though she knew he felt he was in the wrong, she vowed she would make it up to him, somehow. "It's a new year," she said expressly. "Let's leave the past where it belongs. Start over. The first night is for rekindling friendship, isn't it?"

"No," Obi-Wan smiled softly at her. "The first night is for lovers."

"Oh."

Siri tried to keep a straight face but she couldn't help the laugh that finally escaped. He laughed with her and then they fell into silence again, at peace.

As the fireworks died out, Siri leaned back, her attention shifting exclusively to Obi-Wan and she looked at him, really looked at him like she hadn't allowed herself, or been able to, in a long time. But things were different now; she was different now. And he was looking right back at her.

Confidence chipped away at her insecurity and she couldn't help herself, a flirtatious smile lighting up her face. "You want to kiss me right now, don't you?"

Obi-Wan's eyes flicked to her lips and then he flashed her the sexiest grin she had ever seen, but he didn't answer her question. Instead he started to lean toward her, and as his fingertips came up to brush against her cheek, she closed her eyes.

"Healthy and happy New Year, Siri."

"Healthy and happy New Year, Obi-Wan."