Title: A Gift
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.
Once Ben had left, Namir closed her eyes and tried her best to remember why she was there. Her last assignment had been to deliver a rapist to the father of the victim. She had take great pride in that job; there had been an almost tangible aura of evil surrounding that man. She had wanted to kill him, but her orders said otherwise. That was always frustrating. It had been especially hard when she saw that he had shown no remorse whatsoever for what he had done.
She laid her head back and thought harder. After she had delivered him, she spent some time on Coruscant, looking for another job. Obviously, she had found one, but what was it? Why would she be on this planet if it hadn't been for another assignment? Maybe she had something with her to help her remember. Looking down at herself, she found it odd that she didn't even remember having put the clothes she was wearing on. Did she have some sort of instructions from her employer?
She took a cursory glance around the empty room and found her blaster lying on the table beside the bed. That was it. There was nothing else. She sighed and lay back on the bed. So much for that, she thought bitterly. What did she know about Tatooine that would help her figure out why she was there? It was desert and ruled by the Hutts. That was it. Did the Hutts employ her? It was doubtful that they would have heard of her. They had no reason to employee someone whose specialty was Jedi. What did they care about Jedi?
Maybe Ben could help her remember. This bout of selective amnesia was extremely upsetting. Could she trust him? After all, he had saved her life, and she seemed to have no other choice than to ask for his help. How could she be sure that the memory loss had nothing to do with him? However, the sooner she found out why she was there, the sooner she could get out of his way. Although, she wasn't sure how far out of his way she wanted to get.
Her mood lightened immediately, remembering the way that his eyes had twinkled when he smiled at her. It had stirred feelings in her that she wasn't sure she should be having for someone whom she hardly knew. She owed her life to him and he had shown her nothing but kindness so far.
She took another appraising glance around the room, and decided that for a bachelor, it was in good order. It must be the military training, she decided. She was impressed that he had been a general. However, he didn't seem to have the air about him that she would expect an officer would. Nothing in the room gave her any clues to his character, other than he cared enough to keep it in order.
She sighed. Her head was beginning to ache from all the thinking, and the pain was nagging at her again. The only way she knew to escape the pain was to sleep. As she lay back on the bed, trying to make herself more comfortable, her last fleeting thought before sleep took over was of Ben's smile.
"Namir?" A gentle voice stirred her from slumber. She opened her eyes to see Ben standing over her. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I can't do this without your cooperation." She nodded and attempted to sit up. However, as soon as she did she was overtaken by pain. "All I need you to do is lean forward a bit." He said, his concern for her evident in his eyes.
His touch was so gentle it surprised her. She was not used to being treated this way by a man. All the men she had known were self-serving and seemed to only regard her when they wanted something of her. What did this man have to gain from her that he couldn't just take? He could have had his way with her already and she had no money that he could take from her.
When he had finished putting the patches on her, he stood back again. It puzzled her that he was so hesitant to look her in the eyes. Was he hiding something? It certainly seemed so. What could he possibly be hiding from her? She thought for a moment, and then decided it would be best not to pose this question to him just yet,
"I bought something for you while I was away. I thought you might want some new clothes because of the blood." This shocked her. He had gone out of his way to do something else for her. "I'm not sure... whether you'll like them or not, but..."
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts, after all." She smiled, watching him as he pulled out the garments he had bought for 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.
Once Ben had left, Namir closed her eyes and tried her best to remember why she was there. Her last assignment had been to deliver a rapist to the father of the victim. She had take great pride in that job; there had been an almost tangible aura of evil surrounding that man. She had wanted to kill him, but her orders said otherwise. That was always frustrating. It had been especially hard when she saw that he had shown no remorse whatsoever for what he had done.
She laid her head back and thought harder. After she had delivered him, she spent some time on Coruscant, looking for another job. Obviously, she had found one, but what was it? Why would she be on this planet if it hadn't been for another assignment? Maybe she had something with her to help her remember. Looking down at herself, she found it odd that she didn't even remember having put the clothes she was wearing on. Did she have some sort of instructions from her employer?
She took a cursory glance around the empty room and found her blaster lying on the table beside the bed. That was it. There was nothing else. She sighed and lay back on the bed. So much for that, she thought bitterly. What did she know about Tatooine that would help her figure out why she was there? It was desert and ruled by the Hutts. That was it. Did the Hutts employ her? It was doubtful that they would have heard of her. They had no reason to employee someone whose specialty was Jedi. What did they care about Jedi?
Maybe Ben could help her remember. This bout of selective amnesia was extremely upsetting. Could she trust him? After all, he had saved her life, and she seemed to have no other choice than to ask for his help. How could she be sure that the memory loss had nothing to do with him? However, the sooner she found out why she was there, the sooner she could get out of his way. Although, she wasn't sure how far out of his way she wanted to get.
Her mood lightened immediately, remembering the way that his eyes had twinkled when he smiled at her. It had stirred feelings in her that she wasn't sure she should be having for someone whom she hardly knew. She owed her life to him and he had shown her nothing but kindness so far.
She took another appraising glance around the room, and decided that for a bachelor, it was in good order. It must be the military training, she decided. She was impressed that he had been a general. However, he didn't seem to have the air about him that she would expect an officer would. Nothing in the room gave her any clues to his character, other than he cared enough to keep it in order.
She sighed. Her head was beginning to ache from all the thinking, and the pain was nagging at her again. The only way she knew to escape the pain was to sleep. As she lay back on the bed, trying to make herself more comfortable, her last fleeting thought before sleep took over was of Ben's smile.
"Namir?" A gentle voice stirred her from slumber. She opened her eyes to see Ben standing over her. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I can't do this without your cooperation." She nodded and attempted to sit up. However, as soon as she did she was overtaken by pain. "All I need you to do is lean forward a bit." He said, his concern for her evident in his eyes.
His touch was so gentle it surprised her. She was not used to being treated this way by a man. All the men she had known were self-serving and seemed to only regard her when they wanted something of her. What did this man have to gain from her that he couldn't just take? He could have had his way with her already and she had no money that he could take from her.
When he had finished putting the patches on her, he stood back again. It puzzled her that he was so hesitant to look her in the eyes. Was he hiding something? It certainly seemed so. What could he possibly be hiding from her? She thought for a moment, and then decided it would be best not to pose this question to him just yet,
"I bought something for you while I was away. I thought you might want some new clothes because of the blood." This shocked her. He had gone out of his way to do something else for her. "I'm not sure... whether you'll like them or not, but..."
"It's okay. It's the thought that counts, after all." She smiled, watching him as he pulled out the garments he had bought for her.