Title: Revelation
Author: Jainasolo17
Email: kitten7894067516@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Ask First
Disclaimer: I don't own Obi-Wan, although sometimes I wish I did so that I could get some of that money. The SW universe also isn't mine, but I'm glad that I'm allowed to play in it. Thanks, King George.
As he sat there talking to her, Obi-Wan slowly realized that he had been successful in removing the memory. She knew who she was and didn't know who HE was. Was it worth dabbling on the Dark Side? Only time would tell. She wasn't completely recovered yet. He could feel her life force more strongly than before, but it was still not where it should be.
Her eyes made him nervous. He had been trying to forget her beauty while he went about his business, but now that she was awake, he was finding it even more difficult. Shutting out her thoughts was easier said than done. Her mind was broadcasting what she thought of him rather loudly.
"Do you live alone?" Her question roused him from his reverie.
"Yes."
"What's a handsome guy like you doing alone?" How many times had he been asked that question? Every time he ventured into a cantina, which was not often, a different woman would pose this question to him. The answer varied every time, of course.
"I guess I'm just a loner."
"Someone who used to protect people for a living? Why would you of all people be a loner?"
"I've made some mistakes." It surprised him that he was offering this much information to her. This was probably the longest conversation he'd had with someone in a long time, and to be telling someone who he was manipulating... No, not manipulating, he corrected himself, just not being completely truthful.
"So have I." She persisted, "I'm sure. Maybe I even made some on this planet. I wouldn't know, of course, since I can't even seem to remember which one I'm on. You said Mos Eisley, so I assume that's Tatooine."
"Yes." He answered. "And, your biggest mistake that I know of was going out into the desert alone."
"I go everywhere alone."
"So you're like me then."
"I'm too young for a husband. I left home when I was pretty young and traveled to Coruscant and tried to find my path there. Of course, with the Jedi Purge...." As she said this, Obi-Wan felt sick to his stomach. Not a day went by when he wasn't reminded of that. "I didn't have any trouble finding work. And, it's not hard for me to get work. No one expects to be killed by a teenage girl."
"You... were involved in the Jedi Purge?" He asked, cautiously, suddenly wishing that he had taken time to hide his lightsaber.
"Oh yes. That's how I built my reputation. I was only 15 when it started, but I was able to become involved." Obi-Wan wondered if the horror he was feeling was apparent in his facial expression. He sincerely hoped it wasn't.
"Why would you... want to kill Jedi?"
"The money I was offered was very good. And, I had my own reasons."
"Which are?"
"Personal ones that I don't wish to share." She answered, rather curtly. He decided, because of her tone, that it was best to leave this alone. Then he remembered something suddenly,
"You need to drink something. It's been a long time; you're probably dehydrated." He got up and went over to the counter in his kitchen, pouring her some water. As he handed the glass to her, he tried his best not to look at her. His lust for her was something that he did not want her to know about. She took the glass and drank from it, greedily. She finished it quickly and he took it from her to refill it. "Will you be alright while I go into town? The cut on the back of your neck could use more bacta than I have right now."
"How bad does it look? Did I lose a lot of blood? I feel weak."
"That probably has more to due with the fact that you're dehydrated, but you did lose a lot of blood."
"If you give me something to eat first, I'm sure I'll be fine while you're gone. I don't think you need to worry about me going anywhere." She smiled weakly, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile back at her.
Author: Jainasolo17
Email: kitten7894067516@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Ask First
Disclaimer: I don't own Obi-Wan, although sometimes I wish I did so that I could get some of that money. The SW universe also isn't mine, but I'm glad that I'm allowed to play in it. Thanks, King George.
As he sat there talking to her, Obi-Wan slowly realized that he had been successful in removing the memory. She knew who she was and didn't know who HE was. Was it worth dabbling on the Dark Side? Only time would tell. She wasn't completely recovered yet. He could feel her life force more strongly than before, but it was still not where it should be.
Her eyes made him nervous. He had been trying to forget her beauty while he went about his business, but now that she was awake, he was finding it even more difficult. Shutting out her thoughts was easier said than done. Her mind was broadcasting what she thought of him rather loudly.
"Do you live alone?" Her question roused him from his reverie.
"Yes."
"What's a handsome guy like you doing alone?" How many times had he been asked that question? Every time he ventured into a cantina, which was not often, a different woman would pose this question to him. The answer varied every time, of course.
"I guess I'm just a loner."
"Someone who used to protect people for a living? Why would you of all people be a loner?"
"I've made some mistakes." It surprised him that he was offering this much information to her. This was probably the longest conversation he'd had with someone in a long time, and to be telling someone who he was manipulating... No, not manipulating, he corrected himself, just not being completely truthful.
"So have I." She persisted, "I'm sure. Maybe I even made some on this planet. I wouldn't know, of course, since I can't even seem to remember which one I'm on. You said Mos Eisley, so I assume that's Tatooine."
"Yes." He answered. "And, your biggest mistake that I know of was going out into the desert alone."
"I go everywhere alone."
"So you're like me then."
"I'm too young for a husband. I left home when I was pretty young and traveled to Coruscant and tried to find my path there. Of course, with the Jedi Purge...." As she said this, Obi-Wan felt sick to his stomach. Not a day went by when he wasn't reminded of that. "I didn't have any trouble finding work. And, it's not hard for me to get work. No one expects to be killed by a teenage girl."
"You... were involved in the Jedi Purge?" He asked, cautiously, suddenly wishing that he had taken time to hide his lightsaber.
"Oh yes. That's how I built my reputation. I was only 15 when it started, but I was able to become involved." Obi-Wan wondered if the horror he was feeling was apparent in his facial expression. He sincerely hoped it wasn't.
"Why would you... want to kill Jedi?"
"The money I was offered was very good. And, I had my own reasons."
"Which are?"
"Personal ones that I don't wish to share." She answered, rather curtly. He decided, because of her tone, that it was best to leave this alone. Then he remembered something suddenly,
"You need to drink something. It's been a long time; you're probably dehydrated." He got up and went over to the counter in his kitchen, pouring her some water. As he handed the glass to her, he tried his best not to look at her. His lust for her was something that he did not want her to know about. She took the glass and drank from it, greedily. She finished it quickly and he took it from her to refill it. "Will you be alright while I go into town? The cut on the back of your neck could use more bacta than I have right now."
"How bad does it look? Did I lose a lot of blood? I feel weak."
"That probably has more to due with the fact that you're dehydrated, but you did lose a lot of blood."
"If you give me something to eat first, I'm sure I'll be fine while you're gone. I don't think you need to worry about me going anywhere." She smiled weakly, and Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile back at her.