Later:

~Obi-wan's POV~

"Ah, well, since I'm currently not a part of you two's over-achiever's club, I'm going to bed. Come on, girls," Anakin yawned, waving over Intrepid and Ahsoka, who were finishing up cleaning the kitchen with Padme. "You don't have to tell me twice. I'm tired," Intrepid agreed drowsily.

Ahsoka smiled, though she showed no sign of fatigue. She rarely did.

Obi-wan smiled and took another sip of his tea. He was tired, but he had work yet to do. He glanced at Nava, by his side. "Nava, you do realize I don't actually require company? You look exhausted as well, go to bed," he told her. She shook he head obstinately.

"No," she was as stubborn as he was. Padme laughed and squeezed his shoulder. "Hay, someone has to stay up and make sure you get some sleep tonight, Master Kenobi," she said, poking him lightly in the ribs.

"She's right, Obi-wan. And force knows I'm not going to do it this time," Anakin, who was laden with his two dozing babies said.

Obi-wan smiled. "I wouldn't let you anyway," he pointed out. "True enough, goodnight!" He waved as he followed Ahsoka and Intrepid up the stairs. Padme strode after them.

After a moment, the night silence rang out. Obi-wan glanced at Nava. You just wanted to get me alone, didn't you?

He teased through their bond, not wanting to break the warm silence and dimmed lights. You underestimate yourself, darling, if I truly wanted to get you alone, I'd have just dragged you into a closet somewhere or something, she retorted with a smile.

Obi-wan chuckled and walked back into the second conference room that served as his office most of the time. Nava followed him in, and took the seat across from him.

"What exactly are you working on?" she asked quietly. "Many things. What problems require Jedi attention, who should go, what they need to know to complete the mission, Ect…" He gave her a tired grin.

Nava returned it. "Sounds like fun," she snorted sarcastically. He shrugged. "As fun as it can get, really," he grabbed his data-pad and sat down at his usual seat. Nava watched him with unblinking purple-blue eyes. He didn't mind.

The silence was golden, and even more so with Nava. This was due to the fact that he loved her more than his own life.

He had since first seeing her again after several years during the last battles. Yet, both had agreed that it would be for the best if they buried the emotions and stayed friends.

It was not working, but they stayed composed all the same. They had to, for their family, for the Republic they were re-building, for everyone they cared about and wanted to protect, they hid their love. Because they were Jedi, and Jedi put others before themselves. Moments together, alone though, were a stolen rarity.

"Have you ever thought of taking on another apprentice?" Nava's voice pierced the silence with a calm, smooth voice he loved. Then again, he loved many things about her. He loved the fact that she needed him, yet she did not need him in a way that others did.

She did not need him because of the things he did, or how well he performed, but she simply needed him to be… Him. She needed him to be there, in any shape or style. That was why he loved her.

Obi-wan did not look up, but thought of the question. "I've never thought of it, but I suppose if I have too…" Just as before, he would do as he had too.

Nava nodded and cocked her head. "If you have too you will, I know. But what if you had a choice to pick your own apprentice?" she asked.

Obi-wan thought for another minute. Nava did this to him; she made his ever-quick brain think for a bit longer than it usually took.

"Then I'd suppose Anakin would kill him out of jealousy," he said at last. Nava laughed. He grinned; her laughter seemed like a doorway into a hidden world. The world of happiness and relaxation.

"He would," she agreed. Obi-wan smiled. "Speaking of which, have you showed him?" She asked. Obi-wan knew instantly what she was referring too.

"He isn't ready, Nava," he said. Nava cocked an eyebrow. "When will he be?" she asked. "When he learns to grow up," Obi-wan replied. Nava stared at him for a minute, debating something, before nodding.

"It harbors too much power in it for him," he said softly. She nodded again. For now, the secret stayed as such. "For now, anyway," Obi-wan had no doubt he would tell Anakin. One day.


What is this thing Obi-wan speaks of, hmm? I can tell you this much. In this series of mine, Obi-wan and Nava have many secrets of the past.