Disclaimer: They all belong to George Lucas. I just didn't like the way it turned out. :) So I decided to have a bit of fun. Enjoy. This is set right into the end of The Phantom Menace, which, on some levels, did not have a happy ending.

Written In the Stars

One

"Move your arm down like this to block the blow," Master Qui-Gon Jinn said, and brought his arm down to demonstrated. Thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker watched his master, seemingly intent upon the lesson. He mimicked his Master's movement flawlessly.

"Anakin, you are not paying attention," Qui-Gon said.

"Yes I am, Master," Anakin said, turning his eyes away from the Knights who were playfully sparring on the other side of the training ground.

"Are you lying, Padawan," Qui-Gon asked sternly. His blue eyes narrowed at his Padawan. Anakin looked at the ground.

"Yes, Master," Anakin said. "But I did what you showed me!"

"You will not be allowed to spar unless you pay attention to your lessons." Qui-Gon said. Anakin sighed.

"Yes Master," He said obediently.

There was a commotion and the doors to the training ground flew open. The young queen of the Naboo strode in. One of the sparring Knights lost concentration and the other scored the match point. Queen Amidala walked across the permacrete to Qui-Gon.

"I desire your counsel and your assistance, Master Jinn," Amidala said. She was quite obviously flustered. Anakin stared at her with rapt infatuation.

"My counsel and assistance with what, your Highness?" he asked.

The pretty young woman took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.

"They wish to reelect me as Queen. With the Spice Miners in an uproar, I do not know if it is safe for me to remain on Naboo, much less run for election." She told him.

"We could protect you, Padme!" Anakin said, blushing furiously when his voice cracked.

"Anakin," Qui-Gon said, his tone disapproving. Amidala gave the boy an indulgent smile.

"I am sorry, your Highness, but I'm afraid that my Padawan and I can be of no help. He is not yet prepared to take on a mission. My apologies." Qui-Gon said.

Amidala sighed. "The Council will not grant me Jedi protection unless a Jedi offers it to me," she told him. "I have already requested. They do not think the situation is serious, since no attempt has been made on my life."

"May I offer my assistance?" a voice said from behind them. Amidala turned to see Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi standing behind her, a pretty blonde Jedi girl at his side.

"If the council will allow you to go," the blonde said. Her silvery-blue eyes sparkled and she tucked strands of hair behind her ears. "If I could be helpful, I would be happy to assist as well."

Amidala fought back a frown. If she was to have Obi-Wan protecting her, she wanted no one else around. She fought to drive the thoughts from her head. "I will appeal to them again," Amidala said, and she turned and swept from the room, her handmaidens and guards joining her at the door.

"It was kind of you two to offer your assistance where I can't," Qui-Gon said.

"You have taught me well, Master," Obi-Wan said. Anakin glared. He wanted to be the one to protect the Naboo Queen.

"And how wonderful of you to offer to accompany him, Siri. I did not expect that of you, the way you two fought when you were younger."

"You fought?" Anakin asked, fascinated.

"I've become attached to him," Siri said. Qui-Gon almost smiled, then realized that the girl was serious. Ever since Obi-Wan had rescued Siri from her undercover mission with some slave trader, they'd been quite different toward each other. Qui-Gon had to wonder what had happened.

But then, there was the way the Naboo queen had looked at his former apprentice. And the way his new apprentice had looked at the Naboo queen. Hormones were raging and tempers were flaring. Qui-Gon wanted to be very far away when whatever was bound to happen happened.

"Anakin," Qui-Gon said. "Show me the arm movement I just taught you."

Anakin tried it. It was so much easier when his master had just demonstrated it. His arms didn't move quite the way they had earlier. He almost dropped his lightsabre.

"It is far easier to imitate than it is to demonstrate what you have learned." Qui-Gon told him in the tone of voice that had once sent Obi-Wan into fits of frustration that had been very unbecoming of a Jedi.

"I was learning," Anakin said petulantly.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said. "Would you and Siri mind demonstrating some of the finer points of this particular defense?"

"Certainly not, Master Jinn," Obi-Wan said.

"Thank you," the Jedi Master said. "Now, Siri, if you'll be on the attack, Obi-Wan can take the defense…"

Anakin watched them with annoyance and anger quite unbecoming of a Jedi Padawan.