Title: "Are We There Yet" Part Two—'Mission: …Possible?'
Author: Luna
Summary: See part one basically.... this is the Second Trimester.
General Disclaimer: No money, no sue... please. All belong to George...
. Daylon Terra is mine, thank you.
Rating: R
Author's Note: Since Daylon Terra's general personality is an extension of myself, a lot of her moods are reflections of my own feelings. It's a tough time for me right now... a lot of stuff is changing in my life. So basically, I'm pouring all my angst and frustration into her. If she seems a little out of character, just chalk it up to pregnancy mood swings. Also, I'm gonna put some plot in here... Please, let me know what you think.
**
"Daylon, I think you need some bigger clothes," Anakin observed over breakfast. "Yes, I know," I said.
"Maybe you could take today off or something..."
"Anakin, I will not let you skip training just so I can run errands. You know that. Now eat up, I intend to give you a workout today."
"Yes, Master." He mumbled.
//I wish Obi-Wan would get back//
"I heard that."
He pushed is chair back and left the table. I watched him go, suddenly noticing how tall he had gotten in the past few months. He was almost eye to eye with me. Pretty soon, he would surpass me, and probably Obi-Wan as well.
Fourteen. His birthday was only two weeks ago...
He had enjoyed a small party with his friends at a local sporting event. Speed ball. Obi-Wan and I used to play that with other padawans when we were his age. I suddenly felt old.
And as I stood up to put my dishes in the sink, I felt even older. I was turning thirty years old in three months. Obi-Wan had been thirty for five months. Where did the time go?
"Daylon, you aren't old." Anakin shouted from his room.
"Can't a person think anymore without someone reading their thoughts?" I yelled back with a grin.
"Nope," he said, striding into the kitchen. "I'm ready to go."
"Okay, hold on, let me get my boots on."
Minutes later we were in the gymnasium, saber sparring.
By now Ani had stopped going easy on me, realizing that I could block whatever he threw at me. Though, he did take it easy on the acrobatics.
"So," he gasped, swinging at my shoulder, "are you going out today or what?"
I blocked and pushed back. "Yes, I suppose. Why?"
"Well, I need another converter..."
"What for?"
He jumped over a low slash.
"...a droid."
I ducked.
"I see. Obi-Wan wouldn't like it..."
He grinned. "I know."
I singed his tunic sleeve.
"So you'll do it?" he asked.
"Yes," I sighed. "What model?"
"216K. This droid is going to be the best ever! It's got multiple—Ow!" he winced as I placed a 'killing blow' close to his neck. We practiced with powered-down sabers, but they still give a good buzz.
"You need to stay focused Ani." I admonished. He ducked his head respectfully.
"Sorry Daylon."
"It's all right, just remember next time. Obi-Wan will hit you harder than I did." "Yes master. I have to run, I'll be late for class."
I looked at my chron. Ninety minutes had gone by since we arrived. Not bad, for an easy session. If I hadn't been pregnant, we might have gone on for three hours. That's what Qui-Gon would have done. "Practice makes confidence, and confidence wins matches," he would say, always mischievous . That was where Obi-Wan got it from. Except he was more... roguish. Playful with razors.
I wondered where he was at that exact moment...
//Obi-Wan?//
All I got was silence. Must be too far away.
//Never too far, luv.//
//Where are you?//
//In a boring-as-hell meeting. You?//
//Training hall.//
//Ah. Miss me?//
//No.//
//I miss you too.//
His voice disappeared from my head. He was gone... but he was expected back in a few days. Obi-Wan had been assigned to a 'short' mission, negotiating the merging of the two largest mining companies in the Republic. I could have gone with him, but Anakin needed to earn quite a few more hours of credit before the semester ended, so I stayed. That was two weeks ago. I really craved the excitement of even a dull mission. I wanted to pilot a ship, Explore a planet, walk the fine line of diplomacy... I was definitely going on the next mission.
After cleaning up, I took a shuttle downtown to one of the major commerce centers of Coruscant. First stop was for Anakin's power converter... easily found. Then it was off to the apparel shops, to look for 'maternity' clothes that I could still train in. Not easy. There were a lot of dresses, coveralls, and other items that were totally unsuitable. All I wanted was a larger version of my jedi robes. I must have looked in three stores before finding something I liked.
As I paid for my purchases, I got an odd feeling, like someone was watching me intently. It gave me chills, it was so focused. But as soon as I tried to narrow in on the source, it disappeared. I looked at the people around me, trying to figure out who it had been, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to me at all. But it could have been anyone. There were certainly enough beings around for my senses to get confused. So I forced myself to ignore it. Besides, I had been getting a lot of funny feelings through the force lately. It was probably nothing. Or just the baby.
I could tell now that it was a she. Six days ago, she had made herself known to me, and now she was a little ball of possibility in the force. She had a blue glow... I could see it when I meditated, just like I would see anyone's aura normally.
She was definitely going to be strong in the Force. Maybe a jedi...
Obi-Wan didn't know any of this yet.
I was at seventeen weeks, and my tummy was clearly convex. Hence the larger clothes. I could feel her move sometimes... but she had kicked when I felt the presence back in the store. I mean really kicked. Like she knew.
I felt it one more time that day, right before I entered the Temple, and then it was gone again.
I hurried back to my quarters to change into the looser, lighter tunic, and then hauled tail to the gardens, where Master Yoda was waiting for me.
"Late you are," he grumbled.
"I am sorry, Master Yoda."
"All right, it is," he said. We started to walk, Yoda's gimmer-stick clipping on the stone pathway. "Well, are you?"
"Very. No problems whatsoever."
"Good, good. And Obi-Wan?"
"He is doing as well as can be expected. He worries too much about me, though."
Yoda snickered.
"An expectant father, he is. Or, almost, hmm?"
"Yes, I suppose he is. A surrogate father."
"Feel you the child?" he asked.
"About a week ago. I know it is a girl. And she will be Force-sensitive."
He nodded and 'hmm'-ed.
"Perhaps she will be a jedi."
At this, Yoda looked up at me. There was a strange, almost wistful look in his eyes. "Perhaps."
He looked at me like that for a few seconds more, before chortling to himself and continuing his odd pace, tapping his stick in a steady rhythm.
"Chosen you a name, hmm?"
I hadn't really thought about it yet, and I told him so.
"No hurry, there is."
We walked in silence around the large central reflecting pool, before coming to a bench.
"Sit, we will."
I sat.
"Doing well in his studies, Anakin is?"
"Yes, very well. He is flying through his classes, and advancing well in training, though—"
"Focus, he lacks."
"Yes."
"Hmm."
"I'm sure he'll grow out of it. I did."
Yoda remained silent, staring straight ahead.
"He is a very special boy." I sighed.
Yoda turned to me.
"Special she is too."
"What do you mean?"
He seemed to shake himself out of a trance, and smiled.
"Special, all children are. The future, they hold."
**
Four days later I stood on the landing platform in the Temple hangar, waiting for Obi-Wan to disembark from the ship that had just arrived. Anakin stood beside me, tall and straight. He had set his face to a stony glare, in what looked like a good impression of his master.
When Obi-wan finally did walk off the ship and toward us, Anakin bowed.
"What's this? A respectful padawan? Daylon, what did you do with Anakin, and who is this impostor?" he asked, grinning.
"It is nice to see you too, Obi-Wan," Anakin said sarcastically.
Obi-wan wasn't listening. He was staring at my midsection.
"It's impolite to stare..." I trailed.
"You've grown." He said simply.
"Well yes."
"In two weeks?"
I nodded. "How was the mission?"
"Oh, boring. How have things been here? Did I miss anything?"
Both Anakin and Obi-Wan had been watching me since the beginning, as if I was going to burst or mutate or something, at any moment. It was starting to get annoying.
"You did not miss a thing. I'll tell you all the boring details later. Right now, let's get you something to eat."
Both of their faces lit up. "Yes," they said simultaneously. Gods, mention food and those two would follow you anywhere. It was pathetic.
//More pathetic than your desperate cravings for bourbon chicken?//
//Oh, shut up.//
He smirked.
//Don't worry, luv. I'll still get you whatever you want, whenever you want it.//
//You had better make good on that.//
//I will.//
**
"So," Obi-Wan yawned, "What has been going on around here?"
"Nothing. Really." I didn't want to tell him about her just yet. It wasn't time.
"No changes... here?" He asked, sliding his hands across my belly.
"Not yet. Except the obvious, of course."
"Yes, I noticed that."
His tone was unreadable.
"What do you think of my newly enlarged stomach?" I asked.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, slyly. "It's very... fetching."
I laughed. "Sure. Thank you for the sentiment, but I'm not fooled."
"I'm serious. Something about it really," he growled into my hair, "Really turns me on."
He wasn't joking.
"Why?"
"I don't know. The way it pulls at your shirt... or maybe how it's warm and tight..." he laced his voice with suggestion, tightening his grip on me.
"You know, talk like that could get you in trouble..."
"I know."
"Bad, bad, bad..."
"...Is it all right, you know, this far along?"
"It's fine until the ninth month."
"And this is the..."
"Fifth. But, Obi-Wan,"
He groaned softly. "Yes..."
"If we do this, we do it my way."
"Your way," he murmured. I stood on my tiptoes to reach his mouth, brushing his lower lip. But balancing on my toes was too hard, so I placed my hands on his shoulders, spun him around, and pushed him into a chair, straddling his lap. He hadn't expected it, and drew in a sharp breath.
"Sorry," I winced.
"No," he grabbed my arms, "Don't apologize."
//Then I won't anymore//
I slowly undid and removed his tunic, making sure to touch him as little as possible. Like I said before, he likes to be teased. So I teased him. I wanted to please him, to take him past the barriers. I wanted to give him everything he needed, and even more than that. I placed feather light kisses over his skin, and leaned my elbows against the back of the chair, positioned at either side of his head, but not touching him. It went on for almost ten minutes, which is a credit to Obi-Wan—he usually stops me sooner.
"Daylon. Enough."
His breathing was ragged now, coming in quick puffs, and his eyes were half closed. I had him, and now, I wanted to have him. I let my hands roam... over his shoulders, down his chest, further...
"Please..." he gasped. He was so perfect like that, when he was relaxed and open. When he was willing to let me have my way...
//Willing is an understatement//
//So you... want?//
//Need.//
I waited, very still. A low, almost strangled moan passed his lips, and he shifted in the seat, arcing his back slightly.
//How badly?//
"What?" His voice was guttural and broken.
"You heard me."
"I... I—Oh...fuck."
The comlink on the table went off.
"Don't answer it," he pleaded.
"It could be important." I pulled it to me through the air and answered. "Terra."
Mace Windu's voice came strong over the communicator.
"Daylon. It is interesting that you should answer Knight Kenobi's comlink. I hope that I am not interrupting anything."
"Eh..." I blushed slightly. "no, Master Windu."
"Obi-Wan, are you able to hear me?
He cleared his throat. "Yes, Master."
"I need to see both of you and your padawan as soon as possible."
We said nothing.
"The council will be waiting..."
I slid off Obi-Wan's lap onto the floor.
"We will be there shortly." I said. The link cut off. Obi-Wan stared at the ceiling.
"I guess I should wake Anakin," I started. He looked down at me, his eyes a pale blue. Now standing, I bent over him and kissed his forehead. "Later. I promise."
As I headed towards Anakin's room, I could hear him getting dressed.
"Anakin," I knocked. There was a muffled 'what' from behind the door.
"We're needed by the council."
More grumbling. Between his vocalizations and Obi-Wan's silent musings, the council would have an ear-full.
A few minutes later we stood, rumpled and disgruntled, in the council room. Only Master Yoda and Master Windu were present. Yoda spoke first.
"An attack, there has been, in the Patali system. Go there, you must."
"Yes," Mace Windu said, "There was a small task force sent into the main military compound there. They stole some information... things of varying importance with no apparent connection. But one article taken was a disk containing senate contact files."
"What sort of contacts?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Rogue factions, usually smugglers, who keep the senate informed about the bigger pirating organizations. The disk is encrypted, and requires a second disk to crack the code. That second disk is embedded in the person of Queen Guen, of Patali, and it has not been compromised as of yet. But if it was, those informants would be placed in danger, and if not killed, certainly alienated from the republic. It would have irreconcilable consequences."
"And you want us to..."
"Guard the Queen.
Obi-Wan frowned. "All of us?"
"Yes," Master Yoda croaked.
"But Daylon—"
"Will be fine. There have been no attempts on her so far, and it is probable that the assailants do not even know about the second disk. Besides, you will be going undercover as civilians, ensuring that no attacks are targeted at any of you." Master Windu said, with the gravity of a judge. The matter was final. We were dismissed to utilize the last five hours of night, with the orders to report to a transport at seven A.M.
When we returned to our rooms, and Obi-Wan and I to my bed, it was even later. I laid against his chest, with his arms encircling me.
"I know you don't want me to go." I said.
He was silent.
"The council ordered it."
Nothing.
"I'll be careful. You can call all the shots. Protect me," I offered.
"Do you mean that? You'll let me take care of you?"
"Yes."
"Completely?"
"... I'm not guaranteeing anything, but I'll make an effort."
"Thank you." He said softly.
"There is good in this..."
He huffed. "And what might that be?"
"I get to play your wife."
"That could be good..."
"Don't forget what I promised you. If you forget, so will I."
"Ominous," he grinned. "But maybe we could cash that rain-check now?"
I turned closer to him and closed my eyes. "Seven A.M."
The last thing I heard was his sigh.
**
We caught the transport on time, but Anakin was falling asleep on his feet. Obi-Wan and I knew the miracles of coffee, fortunately, and were awake enough to go over the mission data. We would assume the aliases of the Keterras: Ben, Dana, and Alan. Ben Keterra was a banker, his wife Dana was his assistant. Their son, Alan was privately educated, and they were expecting another child in four months.
"Picturesque," Obi-Wan smirked, looking at the data screen.
"Yes, it is." I replied. "The Republican dream."
"For some people," he quipped.
"So... Ben," I joked, "What's your sign?"
"We're already married... Dana."
"That's right. Big ceremony?"
"Sure." He smiled.
"Honeymoon?" I asked.
"Wherever you want."
"House?"
"Apartment... Coruscant, uptown."
"Ooh, nice."
"Only the best for you, Dana." He put on a fake, cheesy grin. "Oh, that reminds me. Here," he reached into a box, "are the rings. Engagement first..."
It was a thin gold ring with purple stones and two small diamonds. He slipped it on my hand.
"For the record, I think that that is one ugly ring," I laughed. "silver. Silver is definitely the way to go. And blue stones."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
"I'll remember that... But now the wedding bands."
They were also gold, and etched with a vine pattern. He took my hand in his and placed the ring on my finger, never looking away from my eyes. I did the same to him.
"I now pronounce us pretend man and wife," he said softly. "may I kiss the bride?"
I nodded, and he pressed a soft kiss on my lips.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss my wife." He laughed.
"Yeah? Well I've always wondered what it would be like to go down on my husband."
His eyes flashed blue, and he let that sexy grin slide across his face.
He was ready to go... and I wasn't going to do it. I turned and walked out of the ship's conference room.
He didn't say anything, but I could hear him curse.
//what's the matter? Didn't like my joke?// I asked. He frowned sourly, but he wasn't really upset. Just disappointed.
//Consider it a preview...// I said.
//Of tonight?//
//You said I could pick anywhere I wanted for the honeymoon. What if I want our quarters?//
He slid his hand around mine.
//How do you do that?// he asked
//Do what?//
//Make me crazy... the way that you do. You are an enticement to sin.//
//Thank you.//
**
So I was being a tease. So what. We hadn't officially started our mission yet, so we weren't breaking any rules... and Obi-Wan helped me so much. Being with him completely unwound me, and that's what I needed.
Being pregnant wasn't as easy as I thought.
First of all, I was exceedingly hormonal... and horny as hell.
At the most unusual times, too. Training, council meetings, it didn't matter where I was or what I was doing. My body didn't listen to me.
It was the cause of much trouble. You try hiding your uncontrollable suggestive thoughts from a room full of Jedi Masters... it was funny to watch Obi-wan squirm though. He always seemed to pick up on those thoughts.
Sorry honey.
I was thinking about what I could do to help him ignore me when I got like that, when Anakin walked in.
"Hey Daylon."
"Hey Ani. What's on your mind?"
He grinned. "My hair."
I chuckled.
"At least what's left of it..." he grumbled. "Obi-Wan gave me a haircut."
"I noticed." His hair was considerably shorter, in order to fit a wig to cover his padawan braid and tail. "You should have seen my padawan cut... it was horrible."
"Yeah, Obi-Wan told me about that."
I jokingly punched his arm.
"Hey, hey... no pregnant ladies beating up on padawan learners!" he laughed.
**
… I don't know what to say now… I started this story to just have fun and play with some ideas… well, I played a little too hard and had a little too much fun. I'm going to start this episode over again, and this time, there's going to be a point.
So I'll keep these two posted until I can finish the first part of the new one, which should be soon. I'm sorry I let the plot bunny get away from me like this… I hope the next one will be better.
-Luna