Chapter three

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So, here's the third chapter of the story, just for you guys.

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I awoke to fell something prodding me gently. I half opened an eye to see Charro standing over me, tears streaking down his face. Siri was sitting upright beside me, holding the child's hand. Toddy was hanging upside down from his arms.

"Are you alright Charro?"

He nodded once, roughly brushing the tears away with his sleeve. I patted next to me. He sat down beside me, and Siri glanced at me.
Nightmare, She mouthed silently.

"Did you have a nightmare, youngling?" I asked, and he hesitantly nodded in reply.

"Sort of." He whispered.

"Can you tell Master Kenobi what it is?" Siri probed gently, crossing her legs. She brushed her hair behind her ears

He looked almost terrified, but he told us regardless.

"There was lots of fire and l-lava and there was an S-Sith and a Jedi. They were fighting and-and I didn't know what to do. H-he was so angry."

He sniffed, burrowing into my clothes, trying to find some sort of comfort. I wrapped my arms around the child. Siri had her comm out to call Master Yoda. If this was a vision, he'd be able to tell. And what the child was describing- it had to be important. I myself had had some terrifying visions myself when I was young, and I rarely got over them.

"Do you want a hot chocolate, Charro?" I murmured, lifting his chin up gently. He nodded, his red hair bouncing. I smiled, walking over to the stove. It only took a few minutes, and the scent of it calmed all of us.

'A good cup of hot chocolate will solve any dilemma.' I remembered Qui-gon saying to me. The youngling was half asleep when I took it over to him, but he took it in his tiny hands.

Right on cue, there was a faint tapping at the door- Master Yoda. He walked in, sitting down beside us, his ears pricked. His eyes were only for Charro. Yoda gestured for us to leave the room. We did, both walking towards the door of the apartment.

"A dream, I hear you had, Child."

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We walked for what seemed like hours, ending up in one of the smaller gardens; one that my friends and I had inhabited when we were younger. If it had changed, it had changed very little. The small brook still bubbled down the side, and the small trees swayed softly in the artificial breeze. It was cold tonight, and I wrapped my outer cloak around me for extra warmth.

We both sat down on the neat grass, averting each others eyes. It was awkward, and we knew it was going to be, so why we decided to walk was beyond me. Siri spoke first, her head tucked down, her golden hair falling over her shoulders.

"I missed you Obi-wan."

Her signature was so distant, so lonely. Talking about Fergus seemed to help, but it was only putting a bandaid on a broken bone.

"I missed you, too."

She moved over beside me, resting her head against my shoulder. I felt my heart speed up, and tried desperately to smother its frantic beating- which was a vain attempt, to say the least. Her eyes closed over, and I tried not to pay attention then that.

I knew what she wanted, but I couldn't. We had already promised each other…and I don't break promises. But I couldn't push her away. I felt my eyes burn with oncoming tears, and my voice went horse.

"Don't break the promise, Si."

She looked up at me desperately, and I tried to tear my gaze away from her. In the end I just closed my eyes, sitting with my hands beside me.

"What about Fergus?"

She stopped and took a shaky breath. I knew I was out of the deep water, for now at least.

"I'm so stupid." She whispered.

"Not stupid; human." I corrected, rubbing her back gently, "We can't help being human."

We stood up, and I glanced at my crono. It had been two hours, and I suspected that Yoda would be done.

I smoothed Siri's hair gently, passing her a tissue which had been sitting at the bottom of my pocket.

"It'll be alright, okay?"

"'Kay."

And I prayed to the force that, somehow, it would be.

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We walked back to apartment in silence, keeping our distance between us. I hadn't realised that I still had feelings for her. It had been years…I had been so wrapped up with Anakin's training after Qui-gon's death, I hadn't had time to think about things like that.

I glanced over at Siri. She kept her face blank, but I knew she was in pain. The way she walked, the way she held her head… I just knew, and I felt terrible for causing it. I sighed mentally. I suppose this is why the Jedi where forbidden to form attachments. Love was so complex and confusing…one could study it his whole life and still not understand it. Much like the Force. I reflected.

We came to the door, knocking quietly. We were welcomed in by another voice, one that I soon recognised as Master Windu's. It was getting ridiculously crowded in the small apartment; Yoda, Charro, Anakin, Siri, Master Windu and I.

Charro sat in the middle of the room, clutching the small cup that I had given to him earlier. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and I smiled encouragingly back. Master Windu was having a quiet conversation with Yoda, and Anakin was sitting at the bench, staring down at the floor. It didn't looked like he had slept well either.

I walked over to Anakin, touching his lower arm gently to catch his attention. He looked up catiously.

"I-I said sorry to him. I was rude and defiant and I didn't mean to be so…vicious. It was wrong of me. I'm sorry Master." He stumbled over his words, but I knew he meant them.

"I forgive you, Anakin." I said softly, setting my hand on his shoulder. Yoda turned towards me, his face grim. I excused myself from Siri and Anakin, walking over to the other side of the room.

"A vision, the child has had."

"Is it of importance, Master?"

He looked at me almost with a look of disbelief. Amusing, because I had never seen the oldest of our Masters pull a face like that, and also worrying.

"This Sith that he speaks of, not to come yet, is he. Yet worry, I do. Come from inside, from the heart of the Jedi he will." He closed his eyes, ears drooping slightly.

I frowned, exhaling. It was bad…Charro would probably be watched by the council for years to come now.

"Leave, I must. Meditate on this, I will." Yoda beckoned to Master Windu, smiling gently towards Charro.

"Thankyou, Charro."

They walked out silently, leaving the four of us alone once more. I sighed again, before shooing Anakin back to bed. Charro must have walked back into my room amidst this, and Siri had fallen asleep in her favourite chair. I put a blanket over her shoulders, before taking up residence on the inflatable mattress.

We slept well.

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I awoke to the sound of small bare feet padding through the apartment to the kitchen, and the fridge door opening. I smiled, climbing out of bed and walking into the kitchen. He stood in front of our ridicously large fridge, staring up at the thousands of beverages. He turned around, jumping when he saw me leaning against the bench.

"Mr. Obi-wan, Sir?"

"Yes, youngling?"

"Which one is…milk?"

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End of Chapter three! Hope you enjoyed it! I'm in the process of writing Chapter four :D

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