AN: Well, here we go. This took me a while to get up to writing this so sorry that it has been awhile since the last one!

Chapter 7: Just You and I

The dust was clearing away, and Obi Wan could see Siri's face more clearly. She stirred on the ground, opening her eyes very slowly. He wasn't sure if she could recognize him yet, but when she slowly turned her head to him and smiled.

"Oh. You." She whispered. Obi Wan suppressed a laugh, worried that she might be seriously hurt. He should not have shaken her.

"Are you?" He asked her, brushing his palm against her forehead. Her hand came up to grab his and pushed it away.

"Don't Obi Wan…." She started to say, but he shook his head and the look on his face silenced her. He put his hand once again to her forehead, smoothing away the stray blonde hairs that had plastered to her face from the sweat. Obi Wan always loved the way she looked after a battle. No matter how beat up or worn out she was, she still had that beautiful glistening look.

He leaned in, as if to whisper in her ear, but did not say anything. She waited, very still, to see what he'd do, but they both kept motionless for what seemed centuries. Then Obi Wan straightened back up, and Siri turned away to look at the surrounding damage. The dust was still lingering around them, although not as thick.

Siri could make out another figure lying in the sand.

"Obi Wan, is that…?" She asked him, gazing into his eyes. He looked back down on her.

"It's Lana. She'll be okay…" He responded quietly, looking at his hands and then looking at Siri.

"She's just injured in the leg. I think it's broken but, well, I'm not sure how I'm going to tell Kiday." Obi Wan's face was lined with shame and guilt.

Then he added, "Can you walk?" to Siri.

The question was answered with a grimace on Siri's face. She remembers her body stumbling over her legs, which resulted in a twisted ankle. She changed the subject, asking one of many unsolved questions forming in her mind at every second she lie here.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I met up with Lana and Kidday at the prison. I thought you might be there. You weren't, of course, but guards came after us and I persuaded Lana to take Kidday and run. Shortly after, Qui Gon and Adi found me and we followed after them. Qui Gon and Adi are dealing with Moser and Davi right now."

"Moser! So he really was tricking us. And Davi, he was here before the monsters were set loose….I should have just…..err, gave him a stern talking to!" Siri exclaimed.

"It's not what you think Siri. Before I came down to rescue you, we saw Moser and five guards escorting a young blonde haired man, who was bound at the wrists, to a back escape route. I assume Davi was only a used pawn."

"So what do we do now then?" Siri asked hopefully.

Obi Wan's comlink beeped and he reached in his belt to pull it out. He answered it.

"Qui Gon?"

"Obi Wan, Kiday is dead."

"How?"

"We tried to save him but he was just too weak from his injuries….Obi Wan, he was ready to become one with the force. There is no way we could stop him."

Qui Gon clicked off without another word and Obi Wan knew his master was grieving and didn't want to talk at the moment.

As if she knew what had happened, Lana came limping forward out of the dust and smoke that swirled around them. She was badly bloody and her robes were torn in many places. Her long brown hair hung loose and was knotted with dried blood, both hers and the monsters.

Obi Wan got up and grabbed Lana before she could collapse to the ground. He gently sat her next to Siri's side, grabbing her lightsaber to clip it back into her belt as she forced her mouth to open and speak.

"He is…..He …..is…." She whispered through a dry throat that had inhaled too much sand and dust.

"Lana, your master is gone. We know…." Obi Wan crouched beside her still, with one arm comfortingly around her shoulders. Siri could see the pain in the young girl's face. Lana has faced the death of her master at such an early time. Siri knew that an apprentice losing their master could be hard, even for the much older students to bear.

"I tried to save…but…I was disoriented…and then you," Lana looked at Obi Wan and she trailed off, not really noticing that she was speaking. Siri pulled herself up in a sitting position and wrapped one arm around Lana's shoulders. Lana was grateful for the gesture and she closed her eyelids, soft tears creeping at the ends of her brown eyes. She then laid back once again in the sand, to meditate on the loss of her master. Obi Wan and Siri thought it best to just leave her be.

Siri looked at Obi Wan's dirt covered face and she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Help me up, Obi Wan."

"But you said…."

"I'll be fine, I just need to stand. Here, help me up."

Obi Wan slid his forearms under her shoulders and hoisted her up. The motion was a little too quick for Siri's brain to grasp and she felt herself falling into Obi Wan, nearly passing out again with the pain. She hissed and held still against Obi Wan's chest, resting her head in the nook of his neck and collar bone. She felt his heart beating fast and she realized that this was the closest they've ever been to one another.

Obi Wan didn't know what to say then, all of his thoughts and memories of the past events were slipping away from his mind, and he didn't know how to talk. He could only hope that Siri did not push away from him.

Siri could only stand there against him, remembering him as a boy. A boy that towered over her and was growing too big for everything, even his feet were hard to step around when she dueled with him. She hated that boy's smile when she had let something slip from her perfect form.

She used to stare at that same neck she nuzzled against right now, and had (very un-Jedi like) wished to clasp her little 11 year old fingers around them and just squeeze with frustration.

But now, she traced the perfect shape of that neck all the way up to that charming dented chin and then to his mouth with her fingers. She wanted to do more than that, to touch his powerful hands. She wanted to tell him everything about herself. She wanted to tell every personal thing that she experienced in her life. But now, she just couldn't bring herself to it.

Obi Wan wanted to get even closer to her, not only to feel her fingers on his lips but to feel her lips on his. But this was just not supposed to be, and he stilled himself from pulling her into him. The Jedi would never accept such a feeling coming from two Padawans. Siri could never be his, and he could never belong to her.

"Siri, I would only ask one thing at this moment."

"And that would be….?"

For a moment, he seemed lost in thought as if he was truly contemplating what it was that he wanted to ask of Siri. Siri waited with agonizing anticipation as to what he so desperately needed to say.

"Do you ever think of us….not being Jedi?"

Siri looked down at the ground, slightly pulling away from Obi Wan's embrace. She felt almost tempted to blurt out every possible hope and dream of hers right then and there. She tried to compose her Jedi training inside her to answer.

"Well, I think we all think about the would be's…" She started to say but Obi Wan grabbed her chin so that she would look straight into his grey steel eyes.

"You and me, Siri, I meant you and me." Obi wan asked again.

She breathed out with a shutter as the emotions and deep embedded training all mixed inside her as she tried to tell him.

"Ever since the first time you and I came here to Kegan, I have had dreams. Vivid dreams that included you. The sad part was I had them so often I didn't really know if some of them had even happening or not. It came to a point where I'd rather be sleeping than out being a padawan. It was like I had my own secret life with you, and we were happy, well most times."

Siri uncontrollably laughed, relieved that she finally said it out loud. Obi Wan smiled warmly and touched her face before he answered.

"I imagined you and me, running off somewhere to live in a small village away from all the awfulness of the galaxy. We got a small cottage on the outskirts of a friendly town that had no idea that we were runaway jedi. They'd leave us in peace. I would kiss you and hold you all night; there would be no physical boundaries between us. I would make you mine forever and hopefully in time you would carry my child," Obi Wan slowly moved his large hands to Siri's hips, "and we would raise our own family, just you and I."

Obi Wan rested his forehead against Siri's as they stood there, just relishing in the thought of it all coming to pass. The more time pasted by, the more Siri really wanted this all to come true. It took all her energy to finally pull away from Obi Wan and step back from him to truly look at him fully.

"Promise me Obi Wan, that one day, we do it all just like you said." She started to say, gauging how he would react to such a bold statement.

"Siri, you and I are both committed to the Jedi Order. No matter how we feel, we know that we can't turn our backs away from our masters and our fellow Jedi." He replied solemnly.

"Not even for all those wonderful things?" Siri's eyes started to blur with tears again as she realized that Obi Wan was right for most of it. They would never get that chance to be together and the thought of it sunk her heart.

All of a sudden, Siri could feel the force emanating from Obi Wan and couldn't help but look away from him as he stepped closer to her, feeling like he was about to scold her. Instead of throwing his arms around her like he had done the first time.

Obi Wan nearly startled her when he gently grabbed her loosened pony tail and slightly tilted her head back as he looked down upon her face.

Their noses touched softly and their lips became opposing magnetic forces that didn't want to touch except for the people behind them forcing them to. They both breathed hard and erratic, not sure who was suppose to close the rest of the distance between their mouths , knowing this was going to be their first and fatally last kiss either of them will ever experience. Did they dare? What would happen if they did?

Siri, always the unpredictable one, reached up and wrapped her left hand around Obi Wan's sweat soaked neck and pulled the rest of him into her as their soft lips sealed upon one another hesitantly. Pulsing energy quickened through both of them as they stood completely still, not knowing what to do or maybe just so enthralled to do anything at all.

Just as soon as it had come, the feeling was gone when they let go of each other. Obi Wan still heaved heavily and Siri couldn't stand because of her unstable legs and plopped back down again next to a sleeping Lana, who had no idea what had gone on.

"I'm sorry…Obi Wan." She whispered.

She then grinned up at Obi Wan as he tried to find words for what he wanted to say. She found it slightly adorable for some reason. Perhaps, she thought, this was just a glimpse of what a normal couple would experience? And in thinking that, she felt just a little more satisfied for once in her life.

"Umm, well yeah, I guess if we had the chance…it couldn't hurt to take me up on that offer, Siri." Obi Wan stammered slightly as he put his hands on his hips. "You know, someday."

A look of smug satisfaction crossed her face; the look that Obi Wan used to loath as a thirteen year old.

AN: Hazza! Next chapter.