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Authors note: I know it's written differently than most stories. It's kind of a letter Valerie writes to Obi-Wan after many years. Tell me if you like it so far, and if you've got any good ideas on how the story should continue. Like should she escape him or...?

Chapter 07
Establishing First Contact!

Slowly I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The rough floor feeling cool against my bare feet. Apparently you had undressed me sometime before, for I was missing the boots you gave me, it was the same with the cloak and pants. I found them hanging over a nearby chair.
Carefully I tried to stand, unsure of how my muscles would react, but everything went fine.
My first few steps however felt a bit unsure, so I quickly had to sit down on one of the nearby chairs.
I took my time before I tried again, so in the mean time I once against tried to familiarize me with my surroundings. At first glance the room held an unhealthy creamy white color, and to make matters worse, it was topped off with lots of brown. Clearly this guy had no decorating skills. One thing was sure, the white helped make the house look a bit more spacious.
'Please don't let this be the entire house'
I slowly moved to a door located at the back of the building, at least I guess it was the back.
It lay just behind, what appeared to be the kitchen, which to me was normally located at the back of the house. It opened without making a sound and I indeed found a small bathroom behind it . The room contained a little sonic shower, a washbasin and a toilet. All the basics, more wasn't needed.
I started to believed that the entire house was containing just the basics, so much for my giant suite at home. Was I spoiled?

"I see you're awake"
Your deep voice rang across the room, the suddenness of it making me jump. My heart was nearly inside my throat as I turned and crashed backwards into the bathroom door. A loud bang was heard as my weight pushed the door in its lock again. The silence that followed afterwards felt much too loud, come to think of it, it had been the only sound I had heard so far.
It puzzled me, how could that be?

You took a step towards me, and my eyes flashed back to you.
You were still wearing the Jedi outfit, only the cloak was gone.
Without knowing it I was already scanning you for weapons, did you have any on you?
There was no sign of your lightsaber, but that didn't mean you couldn't hurt me.
You still could use the Force against me.

My eyes narrowed as I watched you take another step towards me. You instantly stopped and lifted up your arms as a sign that you came in peace. Like I believed you! After what you had done to me.

"Let me go"
My voice sounded feeble after not using it for so long.
Perhaps you smiled sympathetically towards me, or perhaps I just imagined it all. But I thought I saw pity in your eyes for a moment. Instantly I told myself that a person who would kidnap another person could not feel pity.
And suddenly I wondered, how could you be a Jedi?
Since when did a Jedi behave like this?
Normally Jedi were straight forward people. Honest, trustworthy.
Somehow you didn't strike me as the type, now why could that be?

What you did was something someone like me could have done. Plucking innocent bystanders from their 'natural habitat' But I was far from innocent wasn't I?
And yet, here you were, stuck with little old me.
Or was I stuck with you?

At least you had a choice.
Where was mine?

"That's something I cannot allow to happen"
You moved over to the nearest window and stood there for a few minutes without speaking.
All this time I stared at you, studied you.
You seemed different now, kind of like you were lost in your own little world.
Somehow sad.

"You're probably wondering what happened to your powers"
You didn't look at me as you spoke those words. And quite frankly I was happy you did not. I didn't want to look at you, look into your eyes.
The eyes that I had loved.
The eyes that had drawn me towards you, made me believe.
They felt like a lie now.
Their beauty crushed thanks to recent events.

And yet at the same time I was sure that if you looked at me now I would fall for your ticks again.
You glanced towards me for a second, probably wondering if I was still there for I had not answered your question.

"I bound them for the time being. I can't have you using them against me"
Your answer made me cross my arms in defiance.

"There are other ways to hurt you, you know" I spat. "I don't need my powers"
Seconds later you were at my side, using the force to lift me up from the ground. Before I knew it you had spun me around 180 degrees, and I found myself hanging upside down.
What the H...?

Your actions unnerved me, but what struck me even more were your words.
"Well! I'm waiting." you were daring me, calling me out.
You made me mad, made me want to hit you, throw things at you.
But I couldn't.
You had bound both my arms and legs to my body. I was completely at your mercy, and considering I had no idea what you wanted from me.
It was a pretty scary to realize that!

"There will be a time you won't be looking out, waiting for me to strike. Then I'll be there, and you won't be able to stop me"
Seconds later my body brought down the bathroom door, which wasn't that sturdy to begin with' and I was flung into that room. Like I had weight nothing, a rag doll thrown away by a young girl.
The seat of the toilet was lifted by invisible hands and I went facedown into its depts.

So much for establishing first contact!

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