Cyana's note: Sorry for the delay! Please Review when your done reading!
Disclaimer: Uh..why do we have to do this? Obi-wan *ignites lightsaber* eh
eh.I mean.of course! Star Wars is property of George Lucas and *gulps*
other.people. *everyone falls over, anime style.*
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Chapter 3-
Sabé shook. "I-I.it's been happening to me since I was little. I was tested for Force-sensitivity, and passed, but my mother wouldn't let me go. She had 4 children before me, they died.and after she had me, she found out she couldn't have anymore children.she didn't want to lose me too.I'm sorry." Her voice quivered, scared at the Jedi's response. To her surprise, he cupped her face in his hands.
"I'll talk to my master. You've mastered the Force surprisingly, for someone who doesn't have a master. I'll go and try something. Hold on." He closed his eyes and released her.
'Can you hear me?'
The voice sounded like Obi-wan, but it was inside Sabé's head! Confused, alarmed, and bewildered at once, she stared up into his now open eyes for refuge. "You hear me," he stated softly, "Say something." Taking a deep breath, and not taking her eyes off him, she attempted a message.
'Obi-wan?'
It took too much energy for her. Without training, and being unaccustomed to be encouraged to use her 'mojo'. Exhausted, she collapsed into a very concerned Jedi's arms. "Sabé?" he asked, worried. Mace Windu had told him about people suffering illness for practicing the Force inexperienced. What had he done? If anything bad happened to this young woman, he would forgive himself. "Sabé, please say something," he pleaded.
Sabé's brown eyes opened, the fire in them, a bit dim. "I'm sorry. It was too much for me. I'll be fine, really." Obi-wan heaved a huge sigh of relief. She was telling the truth. If she didn't do anything drastic now, she'll be up and ready by morning. Suddenly, dust and sand blew into their faces. "We'd better get inside. You won't recover easily out here in this storm."
Sabé wasn't about to refuse. Obi-wan's big strong arms helped her up. As she was also wearing his cloak, he pulled up the hood, to shield her from the dust and sand. If Sabé weren't so weak, she'd have protested. She was shielded by her cloak, his cloak, and along with that, his arms were wrapped around her protectively. Obi-wan, in the meantime, was only wearing his Jedi attire, minus the cloak. 'He must be suffering', Sabé thought. As she was about to open her mouth to insist that he take back his cloak, thousands of grains of merciless dust and sand entered her mouth, refusing to come out, thus she began a coughing fit. Scared, she pulled a handkerchief from her cloak, and covered her mouth with it, trying to breathe desperately.
Obi-wan was almost as scared as she was. If she choked on the debris any longer, she'd probably die of suffocation. His stomach squirming at the very thought, he sent a telepathic message to her.
'Trust me, please. I'll get you out of this, I promise.'
He wasn't even sure if Sabé received the message. She began coughing even more violently. He saw her slowly let go of handkerchief. She dropped against him like a mannequin and made no movement.
Perhaps the Force had guided him. Or maybe it was his worry for her, but whatever it was, it helped him go through the blinding grime and reach the inside of the ship. Once inside, he laid her on the floor of the control room. No one, except for the both of them, were there. Panicking, he felt for a purse, but he got no response. Finally, Yoda's words came back to him, words that were so often recited to him before-and after-he became a Padawan. "Fear leads to anger.anger leads to hate.hate leads to suffering." For once, Obi-wan welcomed this memory. His fear was clouding his mind, he was sure of it. All he had to do was calm down, quiet his mind, and let the Force act its will. 'As long as it had no will to make Sabé suffer like she already did', Obi-wan hoped. Quieting his mind, he felt strangely calm. Even after all these years under Yoda's guidance and Qui-Gon's apprenticeship, the feel of the Force was still new to him. This worried him. What if he wasn't ready for Knighthood?
Angrily, he told himself that what was more important was restoring Sabé. Looking at her face, and with a sudden impulse, no reason whatsoever, he leaned forward and preformed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. If Sabé didn't have any air that was something that he could give, gladly. Why this handmaiden became so important to him was incomprehensible. Then again, he reminded himself, he did have many strange past friendships that sparked instantly.
Obi-wan pulled away, breathing hard, as well as coughing hard. The air from him went into Sabé's lungs to revive her, but the debris that clogged her windpipe entered Obi-wan, giving him a hard time to breathe. After about a half and hour of clearing dust, he finally took a deep, clear breath. Sabé hadn't awakened yet. Obi-wan shook his head. What was he supposed to do? Upset, he leaned forward once again, this time to kiss her gently upon the lips. Her lips were dead cold, yet sent a shock through him. Whatever the reason, she had certainly become important to him. By the time this fiasco would be over, he'd probably never see her again. Then they'd go their separate paths, him off to be a Jedi, her serving the Queen. He smirked a little, remembering her wit and humor, yet her loyalty and honor. All these thoughts went through his during that kiss. Then, separating himself only about an inch, so that they were nose-to-nose, what he saw, gladdened his heart and made his cheeks flush as well.
Sabé was awake and looking him in the eye.
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Obi-wan: I cannot believe you degraded me to something like that! Kissing! Her!? Why are we doing this coupling?
Sabé: I agree! This is embarrassing, make Padmé kiss him or something!
Cyana: Alright, here's a deal! Either Obi-wan kisses Sabé.or he kisses me!
Obi-wan: *immediately showers Sabé with attention* Never mind! I love Sabé.don't I dear?
Cyana: rghhhhhhhhhhhhh.....*growls*
Chapter 3-
Sabé shook. "I-I.it's been happening to me since I was little. I was tested for Force-sensitivity, and passed, but my mother wouldn't let me go. She had 4 children before me, they died.and after she had me, she found out she couldn't have anymore children.she didn't want to lose me too.I'm sorry." Her voice quivered, scared at the Jedi's response. To her surprise, he cupped her face in his hands.
"I'll talk to my master. You've mastered the Force surprisingly, for someone who doesn't have a master. I'll go and try something. Hold on." He closed his eyes and released her.
'Can you hear me?'
The voice sounded like Obi-wan, but it was inside Sabé's head! Confused, alarmed, and bewildered at once, she stared up into his now open eyes for refuge. "You hear me," he stated softly, "Say something." Taking a deep breath, and not taking her eyes off him, she attempted a message.
'Obi-wan?'
It took too much energy for her. Without training, and being unaccustomed to be encouraged to use her 'mojo'. Exhausted, she collapsed into a very concerned Jedi's arms. "Sabé?" he asked, worried. Mace Windu had told him about people suffering illness for practicing the Force inexperienced. What had he done? If anything bad happened to this young woman, he would forgive himself. "Sabé, please say something," he pleaded.
Sabé's brown eyes opened, the fire in them, a bit dim. "I'm sorry. It was too much for me. I'll be fine, really." Obi-wan heaved a huge sigh of relief. She was telling the truth. If she didn't do anything drastic now, she'll be up and ready by morning. Suddenly, dust and sand blew into their faces. "We'd better get inside. You won't recover easily out here in this storm."
Sabé wasn't about to refuse. Obi-wan's big strong arms helped her up. As she was also wearing his cloak, he pulled up the hood, to shield her from the dust and sand. If Sabé weren't so weak, she'd have protested. She was shielded by her cloak, his cloak, and along with that, his arms were wrapped around her protectively. Obi-wan, in the meantime, was only wearing his Jedi attire, minus the cloak. 'He must be suffering', Sabé thought. As she was about to open her mouth to insist that he take back his cloak, thousands of grains of merciless dust and sand entered her mouth, refusing to come out, thus she began a coughing fit. Scared, she pulled a handkerchief from her cloak, and covered her mouth with it, trying to breathe desperately.
Obi-wan was almost as scared as she was. If she choked on the debris any longer, she'd probably die of suffocation. His stomach squirming at the very thought, he sent a telepathic message to her.
'Trust me, please. I'll get you out of this, I promise.'
He wasn't even sure if Sabé received the message. She began coughing even more violently. He saw her slowly let go of handkerchief. She dropped against him like a mannequin and made no movement.
Perhaps the Force had guided him. Or maybe it was his worry for her, but whatever it was, it helped him go through the blinding grime and reach the inside of the ship. Once inside, he laid her on the floor of the control room. No one, except for the both of them, were there. Panicking, he felt for a purse, but he got no response. Finally, Yoda's words came back to him, words that were so often recited to him before-and after-he became a Padawan. "Fear leads to anger.anger leads to hate.hate leads to suffering." For once, Obi-wan welcomed this memory. His fear was clouding his mind, he was sure of it. All he had to do was calm down, quiet his mind, and let the Force act its will. 'As long as it had no will to make Sabé suffer like she already did', Obi-wan hoped. Quieting his mind, he felt strangely calm. Even after all these years under Yoda's guidance and Qui-Gon's apprenticeship, the feel of the Force was still new to him. This worried him. What if he wasn't ready for Knighthood?
Angrily, he told himself that what was more important was restoring Sabé. Looking at her face, and with a sudden impulse, no reason whatsoever, he leaned forward and preformed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. If Sabé didn't have any air that was something that he could give, gladly. Why this handmaiden became so important to him was incomprehensible. Then again, he reminded himself, he did have many strange past friendships that sparked instantly.
Obi-wan pulled away, breathing hard, as well as coughing hard. The air from him went into Sabé's lungs to revive her, but the debris that clogged her windpipe entered Obi-wan, giving him a hard time to breathe. After about a half and hour of clearing dust, he finally took a deep, clear breath. Sabé hadn't awakened yet. Obi-wan shook his head. What was he supposed to do? Upset, he leaned forward once again, this time to kiss her gently upon the lips. Her lips were dead cold, yet sent a shock through him. Whatever the reason, she had certainly become important to him. By the time this fiasco would be over, he'd probably never see her again. Then they'd go their separate paths, him off to be a Jedi, her serving the Queen. He smirked a little, remembering her wit and humor, yet her loyalty and honor. All these thoughts went through his during that kiss. Then, separating himself only about an inch, so that they were nose-to-nose, what he saw, gladdened his heart and made his cheeks flush as well.
Sabé was awake and looking him in the eye.
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Obi-wan: I cannot believe you degraded me to something like that! Kissing! Her!? Why are we doing this coupling?
Sabé: I agree! This is embarrassing, make Padmé kiss him or something!
Cyana: Alright, here's a deal! Either Obi-wan kisses Sabé.or he kisses me!
Obi-wan: *immediately showers Sabé with attention* Never mind! I love Sabé.don't I dear?
Cyana: rghhhhhhhhhhhhh.....*growls*