*Hey, I'm back with another chapter. I know that I didn't explain much before, but I will. ~Obi's 23 in this story, and when Padmé comes in, she's going to be 17. I know that it's different then TPM, but it's my fanfic and I decided to change it!~*

On Coruscant

Qui-Gon looked out on his balcony. It was very early morning, but he couldn't sleep. He could never sleep. Not since Obi-Wan left. Qui-Gon could still see the boy's trusting face whenever he closed his eyes. Every time, some part of him told him that it was his fault. Obi had trusted his master, but he had let him down. Qui-Gon had sent him away, a young boy knowing nothing of the outside world, only fourteen. Qui-Gon felt guilt every time he slept, thinking that maybe Obi was cold and dying on another planet, hating his former master for what he had done to him. Qui-Gon's appearance and health had faltered over the years. His hair has still long, but it was tangled and oily. His tall frame was worn out, his bones were visible under his skin. The Council had ordered him to the Healers, and they had begun to help him. The Council told him to move on, it had been nine years, but Qui-Gon wouldn't, couldn't, move on. Today he would be leaving. He had missions to attend to, places to go, negotiations to oversee. But he would never be free of his former Padawan. Never.

On Gamereo IV

"Come on Naya. Dad's got to go to work." Obi gently awoke his daughter. "Come on sweetie."

Naya moaned softly, grabbing onto her doll. " I wanna sleep Daddy."

Obi smiled. His daughter could be stubourn sometimes, just like he used to be.

"Naya, sweetie, I have to go to work. Get up please."

Naya sighed, something very rare for a three year old, then got up. She rubbed at her eyes, then went to hug her dad.

"Your clothes are on the bed Naya, i'll help you put them on, okay?" Obi said.

"No!" replied Naya adamently, "Naya want to put on her clothes by herself!"

It was Obi's turn to sigh. "Not today Naya. Daddy's going to be late."

He moved over to the bed, and called Naya over. Once they had put her clothes on, Obi took her hand and left their apartement. They lived in the mine quaters, not far from the main mines. Naya skipped alongside her dad, humming softly to herself. Once they reached the mines, Obi and Naya headed over to the nursery.

"Look Dad!" said Naya excitedly.

She let go of her father's hand and ran eagerly to the rail that separated the walkway from the pits.

"Naya..." said Obi warningly. He was about to continue when three men walked up. //Oh no.// thought Obi. These men were especially unind to Obi, since Obi was one of the younger workers.

"Well well, will you look at what we have here. Little Boy and a girl. Is this your daughter, Little Boy?" said one of the men, addressing Obi with one of their favorite taunts.

"Yes. Leave her alone." said Obi angrily.

"Not so fast, Little Boy!" said another man, "Let's have some fun here, whatta say boys?"

The other two men grunted their approval. The second man moved towards Naya who had stopped looking into the pits and was now worriedly looking back and forth between her father and the men. The second man picked her up roughly and smiled at Obi.

"Put.Her.Down.Now." said Obi, struggling to keep his anger in check.

The man holding Naya smirked. "Oh, so Little Boy does care about something. Now what would happen if I were to drop her into..."

The man never finished his sentence. Obi had struck him down in a millisecond grabbing Naya from him and shoving the other two men.

"Stay the hell away from me and my daughter!" With that, Obi turned and ran with Naya, running as fast as he could towards the apartment.

*Well, what do you think? Please R&R!*