A/N: This is the rewritten chapter two, once again a big improvement on the first version. If you didn't see the old version and think this one's bad, just think of how much worse it could have been.

Obi-Wan noticed the presence as soon he eased out of his meditation. A familiar Force signature was coming from behind a rock, calling him over. Obi-Wan rose to his feet in one fluid movement, and he could feel himself frown. He could feel the person's confusion and anxiety gnaw at the lifeforce around them, poisoning the air with unease. This was a person in distress. Obi-Wan slipped over, using the Force to muffle his footsteps; he didn't want to startle them, or put them on the defensive. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but it definitely wasn't Siri Tachi.

Her face was buried in her hands and her shoulders were slumped forward. Every muscle in her back was tense – the frustration rolled of her in waves. Obi-Wan's eyes widened in surprise; he'd never seen Siri this vulnerable in his life. Siri was always so strong; she was stoic, tough, a model Jedi – or she would be if she could get her aggression under control. The seventeen-year-old hesitated for a brief moment: would she accept comfort from him? She was so intensely private and controlled, she might not want company…

Obi-Wan was never quite sure where he stood with Siri. He didn't know what she thought of him. Were they friends? Rivals? Acquaintances? She had always needled him and challenged him, pushed him to the end of his tether then pulled back again with a smirk and a laugh; was that a mark of friendship or antagonism? It didn't really bother him – he thought it was kind of funny – but people seemed to think he should be offended. They didn't seem to understand that it was just how Siri was; or had been, until quite recently. Now he couldn't tell whether she was avoiding him or following him. She seemed to be where ever he was, but she wouldn't hold a conversation with him, or even hold his gaze. She'd been doing it since they'd gotten back to the Temple after saving Didi and capturing Jenna Zan Arbor. Even if they didn't spend much time together, he considered them friends. And he missed her.

Obi-Wan gave a start. He missed her? When had that happened? That couldn't be true… but it was. He really did miss talking to her, sparring with her, heck, even arguing with her. She'd become a constant – if somewhat antagonistic – presence in his life over the past four years, and he didn't want to lose that.

Obi-Wan pushed the thought from his mind. Right now finding out what was wrong was the most important thing… even if she did hit him for prying.

"Siri?" He tried, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. Her head shot up, and her eyes ('Such gorgeous eyes,' he thought, startling himself again.) were wide with surprise. A flush raised on her cheeks, and Obi-Wan could see the dark bags under her eyes. She looked exhausted.

"Are you alright?" Obi-Wan was worried. He hadn't seen her close up for very long since that mission. She'd lost weight (and she hadn't had any fat to spare. Siri was always slender) and her usually tanned skin was pale. She'd been letting her hair grow out for a while, so it now tickled her chin, but it was lifeless and dull. He crouched down next to her, trying to work out a way to avoid insulting her. "You look… a little tired."

"Nice attempt at diplomacy, Kenobi," her voice was weak, and he bit back his surprise. There was a hint of her old self in the words and twist of her mouth, but she still sounded young and frightened. "I know I look terrible."

'No, you don't,' Obi-Wan thought, shocking himself with the immediacy of the response. It was true. Despite her generally unwell appearance, Siri still managed to look stunning. However, instead of her usual 'Gorgeous but Deadly' air (as put forward by her lithe but strong body, bright, intelligent eyes, and slightly pointed features) she now seemed to radiate 'Fragile Beauty'; her limbs just slightly too slender, her skin pale but not sallow, her eyes sunken but still cerulean – she could look gorgeous in a rainstorm. Obi-Wan smiled and shook his head, thinking about all the painful things Siri would do to him if she knew he thought she looked either Fragile or Beautiful. He got to his feet, "Well, if you're sure you're okay. C'mon. It's dinner time, and if I don't get there soon Reeft will eat every thing in the immediate area !-- /* Style Definitions */ , , {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-AU;} page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} 1 {page:Section1;} -- , and the area next to that one."

Obi-Wan watched Siri carefully as she stood up. She seemed a little unsteady, but he was still surprised to see her stumble and fall towards him. Instinctively he reached forward to catch her. She fell into his arms, her head against his chest. They both froze.

For some reason, feeling Siri in his arms seemed very… right to Obi-Wan. The Force hummed through his veins, and her skin on his was hot. Her curves were pressed against his chest, and desire bubbled in his gut. He could feel a breeze stirring around them, but before he could process a reaction to that, Siri pulled away from him sharply. Their eyes caught and he swallowed. It took Obi-Wan a lot of self control not to pull her back into his arms.

He could feel the heat on his face as she looked up at him; he must have been blushing as much as she was.

"Thanks," she said in a stiff, awkward voice, unconsciously pushing her hair out of her eyes. "But I'm not hungry, I won't be at dinner. I-uh, I have to go."

Siri rushed away. Obi-Wan stared after her, unconciously admiring the lightness of her steps and the precision of her movement, wondering why his heart was beating so fast and why he wanted to follow her.

Okay, I'm NOTORIOUS for not finishing long stories, so be very wary.

Disclaimer: Not mine, if it were, Qui Gon would live, Tahl would live, Siri would live and they'd all live happily ever after.