Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OC Analise Joy) belong to them.

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Chapter Nine

"Well there's no worry about anyone getting in from downstairs. Captain Typho has it pretty well covered on that end." Obi-Wan strode into the room, sweeping his cloak from his shoulders and setting it on the back of the large couch that seemed to be the focal point of the room. Anakin was standing on guard. His eyes on Analise, but focused in the Force on Padme. "How is it up here?"

"Quiet as a tomb Master."

"Don't say that Anakin." Analise shivered, a sense of foboding drifting through her. "You shouldn't say things like that."

"It's just a saying Ana." Anakin soothed his twin, stepping up to her to gently tug a soft blanket up higher around her. "If it makes you uncomfortable though, I won't say it."

"Thank you Anakin."

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" Obi-Wan sat next to her. "You could go back to the Temple," He coaxed her.

"Don't bother Obi-Wan. Dorme and Padme and I already tried that. Dorme and Padme even tried to get her to lay down in a bed, but you know Analise."

"As stubborn as any Jinn or Skywalker."

"Or Kenobi." Analise crossed her arms and fought the urge to lean against Obi-Wan, no matter how tired she was feeling. She was on duty. She needed to stay focused on duty. "Remember who our father is. He has told us plenty of stories about your own hard-headed nature."

"Even a good negotiator knows when to give. I give." Obi-Wan blew all thoughts of duty out the door for a moment and dropped a kiss on Analise's head. With a simple wave of his hand he summoned the cam viewer to him and frowned when he saw...nothing. Nothing but black.

"Oh yeah, Padme blocked the screen." Anakin crossed his arms, an almost satisfied grin on his face. Analise rolled her eyes. From the moment they had met again Anakin had Padme had been drawn to each other. She could feel the waves of longing from each of them. Wanting to jump, but not willing to. Instead they would tease each other, getting close then backing away. It was a game of romantic warfare where both sides would lose or win.

"Why in the blazes would she do that?" Obi-Wan groaned frustrated as he leaned forward and let the screen drop onto the coffee table placed a few feet in front of the couch.

"I guess she didn't like me watching her."

"Don't worry Ben." Analise allowed herself to lay a hand on her Knight's arm. "Anakin set Artoo up with a a surveillance program. He'll alert us if anything is wrong. Besides," She shot a smirking glance at her twin. "I am sure Anakin is keeping careful tabs on the Senator through the Force." Anakin childishly stuck out his tongue at Analise before sighing. He turned and went out onto the balcony.

Did I miss something Moonbeam?

Anakin and Padme are playing a game older than the Jedi Ben. Obi-Wan slipped an arm around Analise and she curled into his side. For just a moment they both allowed themselves to forget where they were. It is a game of lovers who chase each other, but neither going in for the catch.

Why?

Think about it Ben. Unlike us, Anakin and Padme belong to two very different worlds. Their paths may be similar and may cross at times, but never for long before they quickly grow apart.

So they are afraid? Obi-Wan studied the form of his Padawan framed against the night sky. Analise reached up a hand and entwined her fingers in his beard so she could gently pull his face down to hers.

We were afraid once too of our love. It was a silly pointless fear we outgrew. Anakin and Padme will be the same way.

Let us hope that it does not take a tragic event for them to realize how silly and pointless that fear is.

We will pray that the Force will protect them both...I love you Ben.

I love you Moonbeam. Obi-Wan gave in to her pleading eyes, knowing his were most likely pleading just as much. He captured her lips with his own in the lightest, most gentlest of kisses.