A/N: BAM! 2 for 1! Although you should probably expect more in the amount of time it took me to update…. But any-who, you know how it goes- Read and enjoy!

Virginia Moon- Foo Fighters

Her eyes were closed and all she could see was the backs of her eyelids.

'I don't see or feel a thing… I could be sleep right now!'

Cracking open an eye, she peaked at the man across from her.

Ginger hair blew softly in the wind as tan robes ruffled noiselessly.

"Ben… I don't think I'm doing it right." Silver eyes blinked open.

"Patience, darling… You're not even trying." He mused without opening an eye.

"But-"

"Asajj… Focus." It sounded as if he were reprimanding a child.

Asajj sighed as the wind shuffled through, pulling her ebony tresses forward.

Ben had lead her to a lake that rested about three miles away from the cottage. Asajj found herself overly delighted when her eyes surveyed their surroundings. It was beautiful, she had decided laughing at own her giddiness.

When she had turned to express her gratitude, he had stood there taking in Naboo's natural beauty… and her. He couldn't help the grin that split his face as watched her child-like wonder.

He was glad he finally got to see this side of her.

He only wished she hadn't had to go through what she had to get to this point.

'It's not as if she can remember…' His thoughts were bitter.

She had strode back to her Jedi counterpart gaily spinning and giggling. The Jedi master shook his head at her antics. It was a sight he never thought he'd see.

Taking his hand in hers, she had smiled when his fingers closed around hers.

"C'mon," she said, tugging him forward. "Let's go and meditate." He duly noted her use sarcasm...

"Meditation?"

Obi Wan smiled at the expression that settled upon her sharp features when he introduced meditation as a method for the woman to regain her memories. It was clear from the tone in her voice and the look on her face that she was a skeptic of his methods.

"Yes meditation," He mocked amused by her reaction before sobering up, "It will help to clear your mind so that you may better conjure your memories."

"It sounds like a waste of time…" she mumbled falling back into bed. It was 7 o'clock in the morning for heaven's sake! He really wasn't winning her over to his cause….

Wrapped in cotton sheets, the Rattataki woman was resting soundly before the incessant knocking of Ben Kenobi roused her from her slumber. To say she was irked was an understatement.

Pulling the covers over her head, he snorted at her muffled remark.

"I was 'meditating' before you woke me up to tell me that meditation is a common thing most people do daily." Rolling his eyes Obi Wan didn't even bother with a response as he crossed the room pulling open the curtains. Warm rays swallowed the room as the Jedi Master used his force capabilities to uncover the hostile beauty beneath.

Asajj literally hissed as the soft light washed over her body. Obi Wan couldn't help the eye roll that followed.

"Was the hissing really necessary?" he sighed. Asajj growled as she buried her face under the pillow.

"Kenobi, this is s-"

"Language, darling, language."

"You didn't even know what I was going to say!"

The Republic General fixed her with a knowing look.

Asajj groaned as she slowly exposed her face to the light allowing her eyes to focus.

"Ben," She whined pushing her hands through her mess of hair, "Are you really waking me up for early morning meditation? Can't we do th-"

Leaning against the window sill, the Jedi Master ignored her whining as he took in her disheveled appearance. Light eyes, shaded by her hand, were squinting up at his visage, despite his stature blocking some of the light. She'd traded the nightgown for pale blue boy shorts and a tank top.

He found his eyes following the contours of her body. The light created different shades and values as it danced along her back dipping before it trailed back up rounding down her tight bottom. Her boy shorts ended cheekily, allowing alabaster skin to show. Toned-

"Are… you okay?" She asked when she realized how distracted he was. Tilting her head, a wicked idea blossomed in her mind when she saw the tips of his ears redden. A coy grin graced her face before she lazily rolled on her back, arching upward, teasingly slow, into a seated position.

"Is everything ok, General Kenobi?" Asajj asked innocently, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

Despite the wicked beating of her heart, she couldn't help the laughter that rocked her body. His reaction was priceless.

Obi Wan found himself blushing profusely as his hand went to the back of his neck. Stuttering out a stream of apologies, he mentally cursed the feeling of his burning heart. Where was his renowned Jedi stoicism when he needed it?

'Damn that kiss!'

He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice her getting out of bed.

Taking in his occupied expression, Asajj took the opportunity to further her teasing. Usually Kenobi was never this easy to torment. She figured she'd better capitalize while she had the opportunity. Rising to her full height, she slowly pressed her body against his wrapping her long arms around his neck. The excitement that twinkled in her eyes, wound itself in other parts of her body.

"Master Kenobi," She whispered docilely staring into his eyes. She inhaled his scent, her body reacting on an accord of its own. Relishing in his body heat, Asajj inwardly trembled at the emotions that seemed to consume her. Feeling his body tense, she smirked, unsuccessfully, trying to push her own sentiments away.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She drawled gently stroking the nape of his neck, allowing one of her hands cup his face before tracing its way to his collar bone and down his chest. Cerulean eyes darkened as they locked on the former sith apprentice.

Asajj mewled as she felt his hands clamp down on her hips. She found her mind to be a jumble as his face came closer to hers, lips resting at her temple.

She bit her lip as she felt those hands glide leisurely up her bare back holding her closer.

She blushed, somewhat mortified, as she released how awry her simple prank had gone.

'It's not as if you're not enjoying it…' Her mind traitously supplied. But Asajj desperately tried to deny that the sensations she felt from his hands made her knees weak.

She gasped as he yanked her head back and whispered huskily in her ear, "I think you should be more worried about yourself, love." Placing a soft kiss to her neck, He let go of her hair and disentangled himself as if nothing had happened between them. He walked towards the door leaving a very wide-eyed and emotionally confused Asajj Ventress staring after him.

"Dress for the outdoors!" He called casually as he exited.

Falling back on her bed, Asajj couldn't help the shock and frustration that crept up her spine.

'Stupid Jedi and their stupid Jedi control.'

Crossing her arms angrily across her chest, she desperately tried to control her raging hormones.

'Stupid Kenobi and his stupid calm…'

'You did start it…'

She mentally huffed.

Groaning in exasperation, she stalked to her bureau and pulled out a pair of indigo shorts and fabric of the same color to serve as bandu wraps. With her clothes in hand she stomped to the bathroom slamming the door. She swore she could hear him laughing at her.

'This is stupid!' she thought blushing crimson at the memory.

He had taken her to a small group of flat boulders that sat at the edge of the lake. It was there that the two currently sat, legs folded beneath them with their eyes closed, meditating.

At least Obi Wan was, anyway.

Looking up at the sky, Asajj smiled at how familiar the bright blue of the heavens were to her. It reminded her of home. Her eyes clouded with emotion as her gaze averted to the ground. Tears blurred her vision before she hastily wiped them away.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused on that color. She thought of distant planets as violet horizons melted into a dusky indigo. She thought of Ben whose eyes reminded her of rain. She only ever cried in the rain before. Esmee would hold her hand until she was through.

Esmee…

Esmee, who had never done a thing to anyone, shocked and dying in her arms…

Only Esmee wasn't shocked and dying. She was alive and well in her thoughts. Happy and young as she was supposed to be...

"You're getting to be too big for this… and for that stupid doll."

The soft patter of footsteps had disturbed her light sleep. A smaller girl stood in the doorway as the red glow of the Rattatak moon bathed the room in a murky red light. The younger girl stood there in a scrap of nightgown, clutching a ratty stuffed animal whose mouth stayed in a permanent line. Black eyes twinkled listlessly.

"Don't talk about Moira like that! Besides, I'm not scared… I'm just cold." Asajj shifted in her bed, scoffing sleepily at her sister's reply.

"Now where have I heard that?" She asked sarcastically, sitting up to better look at her sibling. Bright blue eyes stared back from a round face. The look of indignation made the elder chuckle good-naturedly.

"Meanie…" She mumbled. Disregarding her sister's statement, Asajj patted the spot beside her.

"Alright, c'mon… But you have to be outta here in the morning." Blue eyes twinkled with relief. "Thank-you!" Esmee breathed shooting across the room flashing a grateful smile.

"Remember…" Asajj reminded sternly.

"I will, I promise!" Esmee scurried into the bed, huddling closer to her older sister.

"Good… Now go to sleep." Asajj shook her head as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl.

"Love you, Asajj…" she whispered snuggling into the embrace.

Asajj's eyes fluttered open, surprise written on her face. She could feel a migraine coming on…

"Asajj?"

"Asajj… Where are you? Come see your papa off!" Ventress knew that voice anywhere. It was warm, yet authoritative. However, today, she didn't want to speak to the voice's owner.

So upset was she, she didn't even bother grabbing the wagon that held the buckets. She just grabbed a pail and began on her way to the village's well. It was only when a calloused palm gripped her shoulder that she halted her movements.

Grudgingly turning around, Asajj stared at her father.

At 6'4 with steely blue eyes that almost looked gray, her father kept a neat black beard. Though stoic, it was obvious to anyone who watched that Kyren Ventress was completely in-love with his family.

The two continued walking in silence. Asajj with her eyes fixed forward, her father, randomly speaking to other villagers as they passed by.

"Why such an angry face?" he asked after a while.

"You're leaving." She stated with frosty indifference. They'd finally reached the well.

"Again."

The older watched as the younger tied the bucket off and lowered it down to fill it with water.

Though he loved his wife and children dearly, Kyren also wanted more for his people. He and his men were leaving at first light to stop a rising warlord destroying villages that refused to support his faction.

"You knew this day was coming…"

"It doesn't mean I have to like it." She hotly insisted before looking down to see if her bucket had filled. Her mother would probably fuss at her later for only filling one bucket.

"Last time you came back with that…" She continued, glancing at down at his artificial leg.

Kyren sighed, as his eyes studied the false appendage. Made of steel and wood, the leg had been something to get used to. His oldest daughter had been terrified when she saw it.

Glancing back up, he watched as she began to retrieve her bucket now full of water.

"It was necessary. Yalen is a good man, He'd do the same for me."

"humph." Was his only reply.

"Need some help?" he tried again.

Asajj had finally got the bucket up. Resting it on the ledge of the well, she untied the rope, ignoring her father's offer, and proceeded to carry it home. Groaning, she really wished she'd bought that wagon now.

Rolling his eyes at his daughter's stubbornness, he took the bucket from her grasp as the two began to head home. A cry of indignation was the only reply to this actions.

"Will you watch over your mother and sister?"

"No. You can do it yourself if you stay."

"We've been over this…" Hi sighed, wondering where she inherited such a stubborn streak.

"And it still sounds stupid."

"There's nothing foolish about hope, Aasta." It was Asajj's turn to sigh. She hated when her father called her 'Aasta,' it always made her feel sappy.

"Can't they handle themselves without you?" She asked agitatedly.

"That's not the point."

"Then what is? Are we not important enough for you to stay?" She asked bitterly, folding her arms across her chest. She could feel the tears prick her eyes making her groan in frustration. She'd been hanging around Esmee much too long… She was becoming a crybaby.

Kyren stopped in surprise, making Asajj stop as well. How could she ask such a thing?

"Aasta… You're important enough to die for. And I'd die before I let that man ruin what I deem the most important." He forced, hurt that his daughter felt so hurt.

"You're doing this for us?" She cried indecorously.

Asajj knew she was being unfair, but she couldn't stand to see her father leave and not come back.

"For all of us…" He stressed. "I hope you can maybe understand one day." He patted her back gently urging her to move once again.

When the two finally reached the house, she spoke.

"I wish you didn't have to go."

"As do I." He placed the full bucket on the ground.

"I'll do it…" She breathed resignedly, "But you have to promise to come back." She stared up at him, eyes wide and timid.

"Papa… promise you'll come back?"

Kyren smiled and pulled her into a bear hug, despite her loud protest.

"Of Course."

"Asajj… Asajj?" The jedi master shook his companion trying to rouse her from her frozen state. Her face still held that shocked expression.

Obi Wan watched as silver eyes slowly started to focus. The former sith apprentice furrowed her brow in confusion as she took in her surroundings and her companion.

"Ben?" She voiced feeling disorient.

"Are you… alright?" he asked carefully noting her current state.

"I- I…." A dull ache resided in the back of her head as she tried to focus on his question. She felt like a door had been open, and the whole sensation was a bit overwhelming. She felt so… so confused…

A stirring in the wind chilled her spirit… Like maybe the wind knew something she didn't.

"I'm okay." She replied dazed, "I- I just- I-"

"Had a memory?" He supplied eyes filled with concern.

She blinked before letting her eyes settle on him, an eerie feeling of familiarity washed over her as she studied his visage.

"Asajj?" He prompted.

"Yea… I had some memories."

A/N: I've always wanted to see some back story about Asajj and how she got to be the way she was. I wanted this story to kinda serve as my own version of a timeline of her life.

Any-who, I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to REVIEW!

Virginia Moon- Foo Fighters