Author's Note: Ok, so Siri actually died the same year the Clone Wars started... but that didn't work for me :). So pretty much I just delayed their mission to rescue Taly. This is a sad ending, don't read if you don't want to!
Epilogue
Siri ended up only staying on Kashyyyk for two months before she was needed in the Clone Wars again. She had already missed a year. Chisisi was sent to the Temple, and brought to the crèche.
As fate would have it, Siri was dead. She had been for almost two years now. Obi-Wan remembered their mission to help Taly - the mission that brought her from Kashyyyk - the boy that had brought them together so long ago. He remembered her protecting the Senator so bravely, and the cost.
He remembered looking at her killer, stone faced, holding the rock she had given him. He didn't give into the dark side. His Siri wouldn't have wanted it.
No, she would want him to go on, make sure their little Chisisi would be ok.
Their little secret.
It killed him, and he was certain that Anakin saw the difference in him. His love was gone. The code said she was still alive in the Force, but Obi-Wan didn't care. It had been the same deal with Qui-Gon. He wanted them with him, not watching over him.
After Siri had died, Obi-Wan had snuck the crystal she gave him into the crèche, and put it in his son's small hands, hoping that someday he would understand the value.
Now, he sat in shock.
He had been on a mission to defeat Grievous when Order 66 was issued. He came back to Coruscant to find the Jedi Temple in ruins, younglings and Jedi fallen everywhere. A few clones where a Jedi had succeeded, but not many. He now stood with Yoda, looking down at the younglings that had been attacked by a mystery man with a lightsaber.
He saw the blonde hair. It's true that many people have blonde hair, but he knew who this belonged to. He didn't look at the face, didn't want to believe it.
He's with me.
He could swear that Siri was speaking to him, whispering in his ear. He knew that Chisisi was with his mother, hopefully in a better place. That's not what he didn't want to believe.
What he didn't want to believe was who the murderer was.
Even before the Jedi Master saw the holorecording, he knew Anakin had been here. The Force reeked of it. Watching the monster who used to be Anakin's blue lightsaber slash through the chest of his son only proved his theory.
Yoda had a sad glimmer in his eyes. Though unknown to Obi-Wan, he was aware of who Chisisi, the mystery child, belonged to.
"This can't be..." Obi-Wan murmured, the only thing he could manage. Anakin, the boy who had been a son to him, had killed his and Siri's little Chisisi.
It wasn't him, love. Siri's voice whispered. It's not Anakin anymore.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was torn. He knew he would have to kill the Sith that had taken over his former padawan. But he couldn't.
"I can't kill him." He said to Yoda.
"You must." Was the only reply.
Obi-Wan had to. He wouldn't use power of the anger that came from the death of his child, or of the beautiful knight he had once loved, but he would use the power of the Force.
And he would watch over Luke on Tatooine, as he had once watched over his own son, and hope that he would grow to be a Jedi as his father had.
And maybe, one day, balance would be restored to the galaxy.
