A/N: Yeah. Okay. So I'm watching Episode II right now on Cinemax at my babysitting client's house and let me tell you… that random field scene is still as bad as it was the first time I watched the movie. Like actually. It's just... bad. It's like "Damn GL, what the sam hill were you thinking?"

And Obi-Wan hawt. So hot, in fact, that it needs to be spelled with an "aw" instead of an "o."

Star Wars is not mine. For if it were, there would be none of this "you're not like the sand…" crap going on. Aleena & Co mine. The end.

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"Where are you going, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon's voice drifted through the hallway. Obi-Wan froze and turned around. His Master was standing at the end of the hallway, watching him intently.

Shit.

"Uhh…" Obi-Wan struggled for the right excuse. Anything is better than telling him he's off to see Lady Celebare again. "I was going out to get a drink."

"I see," Qui-Gon said. "And does this drink involve having sexual relations with one married Lady Celebare?"

"No…" Obi-Wan answered. "Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"Because I'm not stupid, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said harshly. "We're going on a mission tomorrow. Does that mean anything to you?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan said matter-of-factly. "That's why I want to get it all in now."

"Obi-Wan, you do not need to 'get it all in' at you say. Stop behaving like such a sexually driven being. You are a Jedi. Act accordingly. Now go back to your room and go to bed and be ready to leave early tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan sighed, turning to go back into his room. He let out another, heavier sigh as the door slid shut. Obi-Wan stood and waited for his Master's presence to vanish from the floor before he opened the door again.

No way anyone was going stop him from seeing her before he'd be gone for god knows how long. It could be months before they next met. He couldn't wait that long. He descended the floors in the lift and walked out of the Temple without anyone noticing. He hailed a taxi and made his way over to a tall apartment complex on the other side of town.

He stepped out of the cab and walked inside the building. The doorman recognized him immediately.

"Good evening, Master Kenobi," he said, ushering Obi-Wan in. He held in a sigh. How he wished the name was real. He longed for the day when people would refer to him as "Master Kenobi" and look upon him with respect. That day would come soon enough, he thought. Soon enough.

He ascended the lift and walked down the long hallway to the door right at the end. He rang the bell and was greeted by a woman with long blonde hair dressed in a red satin slip and a short red satin robe. Obi-Wan looked her up and down and nodded in approval.

"Hello, Obi-Wan," she cooed. "Please come in. I've been waiting for you."

Obi-Wan grinned, walking in the door. Before he knew it his clothes were gone and he was in bed with Lady Celebare.

Little did he know it would be for the last time.

(-o-)

Aleena took in a deep breath as she felt the ship land. It was time to start the mission.

Also known as the dumbest idea ever to come from the Council's ridiculous minds, Aleena thought spitefully. Seriously, how am I supposed to hide being a Jedi from another Jedi? I guess it's possible, but I can't imagine it would be very easy…

She sighed and stood up upon hearing the announcement that the ship had landed. She headed out and down the ramp, where she was greeted by a tall man with dark skin. He looked to be in his thirties with short cropped hair and a strapping figure.

Aleena found him to be attractive, but realized instantly she had no time for trysts with other Jedi. She had to focus on her mission to have a tryst with one particular Jedi, and that Jedi was not the one sent to help her accomplish this mission.

"Hello," he said, his voice deep. "Are you Master Aleena Tarlana?"

Aleena nodded. "I am. Please, refer to me as 'Mistress'."

"Good lord," he said, looking her up and down. "How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen," Aleena answered, suddenly embarrassed by her title. "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-eight," he replied with a stern look. "Not that that's anything you need to know. I would've expected someone with your title to be a bit… older. Maybe more mature?"

""Excuse me," Aleena snapped. "Just because I'm young doesn't make me immature. Obviously I do well enough to have the Council's trust. Maybe you should think about that next time you decide to be ageist."

"I don't take orders from teenaged girls," the man said. "Even if they're in the good favour of the Council."

"I'm sorry. I don't think I caught your name?"

"Jamario. Jamario Detrinox"

"I see," Aleena said. "Well maybe you could stop insulting me for five minutes and do what you sent here to do? Hmm?"

"Sure thing," Jamario said, turning away from her. "Follow me."

The two walked off towards a speeder nearby and climbed in. They took off

"I am taking you to the place where you and the other two Jedi will be staying. It is now 'your' apartment instead of Elysia's."

"Who's Elysia?" Aleena asked.

"Elysia Saittrix is a bounty hunter and a friend of mine. She's going to teach you the mannerisms of a bounty hunter and I'm going to teach you how to hide your Force powers from him. She will be acting as your servant and will be helping to guide you along as you go to make sure you don't slip up."

"How much could there to being a bounty hunter?" Aleena asked. "It never looked very complicated to me. As long as I don't have to actually hunt bounties…" She looked up at Jamario in horror. "I don't have to actually hunt bounties do I?"

"No you don't actually have to hunt bounties," Jamario replied, rolling his eyes. "Come on. Before we start Elysia has to take you shopping. You can't be running around in Jedi robes all the time. You're using the Jedi Council's credits, so don't go crazy."

"Yeah, okay," Aleena said. Anytime she could get away with using the Council's personal stash of credits to buy something for herself was a good time.

"What's the apartment look like?" Aleena asked after a long silence.

"It's pretty nice actually. It's a two floor apartment. I guess it's what they call a penthouse."

"Yeah…"

"Anyway, like I said it's really nice. You'll see in a moment."

"Why's that?"

"Because we're here," Jamario said, landing the speeder. Aleena looked up to see a huge apartment building that seemed to be fifty stories high. It had glossy windows and balconies. Aleena began to wonder what her new dwelling looked like.

"Give me your lightsaber," Jamario said as the two stepped into the lift a few minutes later. Aleena stared at him in horror.

"No!" she gasped. "Why?"

"We can't have that lying around! Are you insane? What is he going to think if one day he's poking around and finds a random lightsaber that doesn't belong to him or his master? What are you supposed to say when he asks whose it is?"

"I'll say I killed someone for it?"

"Mistress Tarlana!"

"Or not."

"Just give me the damn thing," Jamario snapped, reaching for her waist.

"Oh hell no!" Aleena shouted. "Keep your hands off of me! I'm keeping the damn thing and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Good god," Jamario said. "Will you please calm down? It's just a lightsaber."

"That's what you think," Aleena scowled.

The lift came to a halt before Jamario could answer. The two walked out, where a woman with long silver hair greeted them.

""Hello," she said. "My name is Elysia. You must be Master Tarlana."

"Mistress," Aleena corrected her. "Mistress Tarlana."

"I'm sorry," Elysia said. "I wasn't aware of the title change."

"Don't worry about it," Aleena said. "It happens all the time."

"Your name is Aleena, yes?"

"Yes."

"It's very nice to meet you finally. I hope you're comfortable in my apartment."

"I'm not stealing it from you, am I?" Aleena asked nervously.

"Oh no," Elysia said. "I'll be staying with you. And don't worry, there's enough room for the four of us. It is a penthouse after all."

"That's true," Aleena replied. "I'm kind of hesitant about this whole thing. The last thing I want is to be an inconvenience."

"Oh it's not a problem, trust me. I'm perfectly happy to cooperate with whatever the Jedi Council asks of me."

"I'm not."

Elysia laughed nervously and looked at Jamario.

"Well," Jamario said. "It's time to get ready for your guests. Let's get you unpacked, moved in and properly dressed."

"Alright," Aleena said, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."