DISCLAIMER:
I dont own Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon or the concept of Star Wars. Lex, Terran and any other Jedi/non-jedi/ex-jedi are a character of my own.
Authors note: I wrote this entire story so far between the times of 1 and 5am. Odd how that seems to be the best writing time for me...ANYWAYZ.....
CHAPTER THREE: THE STRANGER
Obi-Wan stretched and unwillingly left his bed to get a shower and dress. His night was restless and plagued with that strange dream. He pondered it while he combed his short hair.
"Hmm..." he wondered, "She seduces me and then she kills me. All the while wearing that silk gown that she was wearing in real life... Where'd she get that I wonder...?"
Unfortunately for the length of his hair, that's all the pondering he could do while combing. Puzzled still, he exited the bathroom and ran into non-other than Deane herself.
"Where are going?" she asked him.
"To the training room. I must train everyday from nine until noon."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed.
"Is something wrong?" he asked quizzically.
"Oh... no," she sighed, "I was just hoping that we could... you could show me around the place. Lex and me were hoping... well just me, I don't know my way around the place and I was hoping you could show me?"
"I finish training at noon, I could show you then?"
"I'd be delighted." She smiled that heart melting smile of hers, "I shall see you at noon."
"Alright see you."
"See you..."
As Obi watched her walk towards her room, all thoughts of her being dangerous were erased from his mind. He sighed longingly and headed to the training room.
~*~*~*~*~
"Who was that girl with you?" Terran asked as he parried Obi's thrust, "She's too hot to be hanging out with you. She your sister?"
"No," Obi fumed, spinning away from a slash, "She's a friend." He tried a slash and Terran dodged.
"I'm amazed Kenobi," Terran mused, barely dodging Obi's lightsaber, "You have friends." A smirk crawled onto Terran's face.
"More than you'll ever have!" Obi fumed as he jumped a swipe at his feet.
"There's another difference between you and me, Kenobi!" Terran mused. He knocked the saber out of Obi's hand and sent it skidding across the floor. He hovered the blade of his purple lightsaber inches from Obi's nose, "You are a puppy, nothing but a simple follower."
"The battle," Obi sneered, "is not over yet..." With a clean-cut, practiced swipe, he knocked the lightsaber out of Terran's hand and it slide over next to his own. "It's even."
"Wonderful move Kenobi," Terran muttered sarcastically, "But you won't win. With or without saber, you can't win against me." He swung out a fist toward Obi's face, which Obi easily dodged.
"Bring it," Obi muttered.
"Gladly," Terran said coldly, giving Obi the feeling that they weren't training anymore.
Terran swung and connected with Obi's face; but in the heat of battle, Obi couldn't feel anything. Terran attacked again, but Obi seen him coming and grabbed his hands. Obi twisted Terran so Obi's was holding his hands from behind his back.
"Give up yet?" Obi asked, "It is over?"
"Not a chance."
Terran threw his head backwards, smacking Obi-Wan in the face. Blood spilled for a moment and Obi loosened his grip for a mere nanosecond, but it was long enough for Terran to free an arm. With lightning speed, Terran elbowed Obi in the ribs and Obi lost his balance. He fell hard in the floor and groaned.
Terran bent over Obi-Wan and slapped him as blood ran sideways down his cheek. "Now," Terran mused smirking with a demon glow to his eyes, "Now Kenobi, it's over."
~*~*~*~*~
Obi-Wan took Deane to the park for a romantic picnic at suppertime after he gave her the tour of the temple. Deane was lying down on the soft, red-plaid blanket Obi had set out for the picnic with her head propped up on her hand. Obi-Wan sat next to her on the blanket with his knees huddled up to his chest.
"Did you have fun?" Obi-Wan asked her.
"Oh, deffinately," Deane mused. She paused, searching his face and then said quietly, "Does your training session always end up with you so hurt?"
"...." Obi didn't know exactly how to answer that question. He had left the training room before Terran had and, before having a chance to clean himself up, Deane had seen him. She pretty near fainted. Looking at her now, she looked close to tears. "No," he answered finally.
"Good then."
There was an unconfortable silence as the two pondered their own thoughts and wondered what the other was thinking.
Deane broke the silence. "The temple is very beautiful."
"Yes... but..." Did he dare? Sure, what the hell. "Not as beautiful as you."
Deane's heart melted.
Obi-Wan moved in and kissed her passionately and she responded.
Little did they know, but somebody was watching them from afar.
~*~*~*~*~
Obi-Wan awoke that night with the feeling that something was wrong. He was clad in sweat and needed a drink quite badly. He got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and got a drink of water, then returned to his room to find a note waiting for him on his pillow.
"My dearest Obi," he read aloud, "Please come to my room. I want to see you, now." The word 'now' was in a darker print than the rest of the note, "Love Deane." Obi's heart fluttered when he read that. LOVE Deane. ^sigh^ After Obi-Wan got past that part, fear struck his heart. ^It's 3am^ Obi thought ^There must be something wrong...^
~*~*~*~*~
Obi-Wan walked silently through the hallway. He was afraid. Afraid of whatever Deane needed from him at 3 in the morning. He hoped she wasn't in trouble... When he got to the door to Deane's room, he raised his hand to knock and hesitated. He dropped his hand and turned to leave. The door opened.
"Obi," Deane said, "hi."
"..." Obi was speechless, struck by awe of her wet hair and drops of liquid water rolling down her face.
"Please, come in." She widened the door and he had no choice.
He took a seat on the couch and she sat unbearably close to him.
"You're all wet." The second the words slipped from Obi's mouth, he regretted them. The image of her rubbing herself down in a hot shower with steam rising up around her... Obi mentally kicked himself.
"Yeah, I was getting ready for your arrival." Obi's heart melted. She did this for him. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Huh? Oh, no thankyou..."
"You aren't in trouble."
Deane laughed, "No, of course not. I'm perfectly fine."
"I thought..."
"You thought wrong. I just wanted to see you."
"Oh, alright then." His heart fluttered.
"If it's an inconveniance..."
"No! No, not at all..."
"What are you thinking?" she asked him, gazing deep into his eyes.
"Nothing..."
"Tell me please? I'll tell you what I'm thinking."
He could resist, "You first."
"Alright," Deane looked at him mischieviously, "I'm thinking of how you feel about me and how much I want to kiss you right now."
Obi was taken aback, but quickly recovered, "I was thinking the same thing..."
"Well," Deane whispered, leaning close, "If you want what I want..."
"Then we should just give in..." Obi leaned in and met her lips. When the kiss broke off, Obi whispered, "Deane?"
"What?"
"I... I think I love you..."
"Obi?"
"Hmm?"
"I... I think I..." she paused and put her hands on his shoulders, "I want to kill you." She wrapped her hands around his neck and tightened her grip.
"De... Deane..." Obi-Wan choked. He raised his hands towards his throat, "Please..."
Her grip just tightened as Obi's face turned purple and she laughed harshly.
^No...^ Obi thought ^No... Deane... No...^
"D-Deane..." Obi choked and he fell unconscious.
Deane released her grasp on Obi's throat and threw him over her shoulder. She ran out of the room.
I dont own Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon or the concept of Star Wars. Lex, Terran and any other Jedi/non-jedi/ex-jedi are a character of my own.
Authors note: I wrote this entire story so far between the times of 1 and 5am. Odd how that seems to be the best writing time for me...ANYWAYZ.....
CHAPTER THREE: THE STRANGER
Obi-Wan stretched and unwillingly left his bed to get a shower and dress. His night was restless and plagued with that strange dream. He pondered it while he combed his short hair.
"Hmm..." he wondered, "She seduces me and then she kills me. All the while wearing that silk gown that she was wearing in real life... Where'd she get that I wonder...?"
Unfortunately for the length of his hair, that's all the pondering he could do while combing. Puzzled still, he exited the bathroom and ran into non-other than Deane herself.
"Where are going?" she asked him.
"To the training room. I must train everyday from nine until noon."
"Oh." She sounded disappointed.
"Is something wrong?" he asked quizzically.
"Oh... no," she sighed, "I was just hoping that we could... you could show me around the place. Lex and me were hoping... well just me, I don't know my way around the place and I was hoping you could show me?"
"I finish training at noon, I could show you then?"
"I'd be delighted." She smiled that heart melting smile of hers, "I shall see you at noon."
"Alright see you."
"See you..."
As Obi watched her walk towards her room, all thoughts of her being dangerous were erased from his mind. He sighed longingly and headed to the training room.
~*~*~*~*~
"Who was that girl with you?" Terran asked as he parried Obi's thrust, "She's too hot to be hanging out with you. She your sister?"
"No," Obi fumed, spinning away from a slash, "She's a friend." He tried a slash and Terran dodged.
"I'm amazed Kenobi," Terran mused, barely dodging Obi's lightsaber, "You have friends." A smirk crawled onto Terran's face.
"More than you'll ever have!" Obi fumed as he jumped a swipe at his feet.
"There's another difference between you and me, Kenobi!" Terran mused. He knocked the saber out of Obi's hand and sent it skidding across the floor. He hovered the blade of his purple lightsaber inches from Obi's nose, "You are a puppy, nothing but a simple follower."
"The battle," Obi sneered, "is not over yet..." With a clean-cut, practiced swipe, he knocked the lightsaber out of Terran's hand and it slide over next to his own. "It's even."
"Wonderful move Kenobi," Terran muttered sarcastically, "But you won't win. With or without saber, you can't win against me." He swung out a fist toward Obi's face, which Obi easily dodged.
"Bring it," Obi muttered.
"Gladly," Terran said coldly, giving Obi the feeling that they weren't training anymore.
Terran swung and connected with Obi's face; but in the heat of battle, Obi couldn't feel anything. Terran attacked again, but Obi seen him coming and grabbed his hands. Obi twisted Terran so Obi's was holding his hands from behind his back.
"Give up yet?" Obi asked, "It is over?"
"Not a chance."
Terran threw his head backwards, smacking Obi-Wan in the face. Blood spilled for a moment and Obi loosened his grip for a mere nanosecond, but it was long enough for Terran to free an arm. With lightning speed, Terran elbowed Obi in the ribs and Obi lost his balance. He fell hard in the floor and groaned.
Terran bent over Obi-Wan and slapped him as blood ran sideways down his cheek. "Now," Terran mused smirking with a demon glow to his eyes, "Now Kenobi, it's over."
~*~*~*~*~
Obi-Wan took Deane to the park for a romantic picnic at suppertime after he gave her the tour of the temple. Deane was lying down on the soft, red-plaid blanket Obi had set out for the picnic with her head propped up on her hand. Obi-Wan sat next to her on the blanket with his knees huddled up to his chest.
"Did you have fun?" Obi-Wan asked her.
"Oh, deffinately," Deane mused. She paused, searching his face and then said quietly, "Does your training session always end up with you so hurt?"
"...." Obi didn't know exactly how to answer that question. He had left the training room before Terran had and, before having a chance to clean himself up, Deane had seen him. She pretty near fainted. Looking at her now, she looked close to tears. "No," he answered finally.
"Good then."
There was an unconfortable silence as the two pondered their own thoughts and wondered what the other was thinking.
Deane broke the silence. "The temple is very beautiful."
"Yes... but..." Did he dare? Sure, what the hell. "Not as beautiful as you."
Deane's heart melted.
Obi-Wan moved in and kissed her passionately and she responded.
Little did they know, but somebody was watching them from afar.
~*~*~*~*~
Obi-Wan awoke that night with the feeling that something was wrong. He was clad in sweat and needed a drink quite badly. He got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and got a drink of water, then returned to his room to find a note waiting for him on his pillow.
"My dearest Obi," he read aloud, "Please come to my room. I want to see you, now." The word 'now' was in a darker print than the rest of the note, "Love Deane." Obi's heart fluttered when he read that. LOVE Deane. ^sigh^ After Obi-Wan got past that part, fear struck his heart. ^It's 3am^ Obi thought ^There must be something wrong...^
~*~*~*~*~
Obi-Wan walked silently through the hallway. He was afraid. Afraid of whatever Deane needed from him at 3 in the morning. He hoped she wasn't in trouble... When he got to the door to Deane's room, he raised his hand to knock and hesitated. He dropped his hand and turned to leave. The door opened.
"Obi," Deane said, "hi."
"..." Obi was speechless, struck by awe of her wet hair and drops of liquid water rolling down her face.
"Please, come in." She widened the door and he had no choice.
He took a seat on the couch and she sat unbearably close to him.
"You're all wet." The second the words slipped from Obi's mouth, he regretted them. The image of her rubbing herself down in a hot shower with steam rising up around her... Obi mentally kicked himself.
"Yeah, I was getting ready for your arrival." Obi's heart melted. She did this for him. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Huh? Oh, no thankyou..."
"You aren't in trouble."
Deane laughed, "No, of course not. I'm perfectly fine."
"I thought..."
"You thought wrong. I just wanted to see you."
"Oh, alright then." His heart fluttered.
"If it's an inconveniance..."
"No! No, not at all..."
"What are you thinking?" she asked him, gazing deep into his eyes.
"Nothing..."
"Tell me please? I'll tell you what I'm thinking."
He could resist, "You first."
"Alright," Deane looked at him mischieviously, "I'm thinking of how you feel about me and how much I want to kiss you right now."
Obi was taken aback, but quickly recovered, "I was thinking the same thing..."
"Well," Deane whispered, leaning close, "If you want what I want..."
"Then we should just give in..." Obi leaned in and met her lips. When the kiss broke off, Obi whispered, "Deane?"
"What?"
"I... I think I love you..."
"Obi?"
"Hmm?"
"I... I think I..." she paused and put her hands on his shoulders, "I want to kill you." She wrapped her hands around his neck and tightened her grip.
"De... Deane..." Obi-Wan choked. He raised his hands towards his throat, "Please..."
Her grip just tightened as Obi's face turned purple and she laughed harshly.
^No...^ Obi thought ^No... Deane... No...^
"D-Deane..." Obi choked and he fell unconscious.
Deane released her grasp on Obi's throat and threw him over her shoulder. She ran out of the room.
