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

Two

"If they are willing, we will not deny you their protection, if the situation is bad enough that you think the protection is warranted."

Queen Amidala watched the dark-skinned Jedi silently. With the dim light coming through the many windows of the council chamber, his skin seemed even darker, his looks more intimidating. The rain outside lashed at the windows and the towers of the buildings of Coruscant.

"I thank you, Master Windu," Amidala said. "Truly, I fear for my safety."

"Then accompany you, Obi-Wan and Siri shall." Master Yoda said.

"Thank you all so very much," Amidala said, and left the council chamber.

Mace Windu signaled to a Padawan who was serving the council room while his master was recovering from an accident while on a mission. "Please find Padawan Kenobi and bring him to us." He commanded. The Padawan turned and left.

"Sound good, this does not," Master Yoda said.

"Why is that?" Mace asked.

"Feelings for Kenobi, the young Queen has. Problems, this could cause."

"He does not reciprocate her feelings."

"For this reason, proceed carefully, he must."

Their conversation came to an end as Obi-Wan came into the room.

~`~

Anakin glared at Obi-Wan's back as they accompanied him to the dock at which the Queen's ship was anchored. Siri was standing to the side of the ramp, waiting. Amidala, under the guise of Padme, waited with her. Obi-Wan was engrossed in conversation with Qui-Gon as they walked.

"Hello Padme," Anakin said as he walked up. The young woman gave him a small smile, but said nothing, keeping her eyes on the young Knight and the Jedi Master.

"We should leave as soon as possible," Obi-Wan said softly. Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan and his master, curious. "It's not a good idea for us to stand out here in the open."

Qui-Gon nodded. "Certainly. Yoda has briefed me on this particular situation." His eyes were intense as he stared at Obi-Wan. He had been told the situation was more dangerous than anyone had let on. His eyes searched his former Padawan's for confirmation that the Knight knew the extent of the danger he was placing himself in. Obi-Wan gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"Yes, Master Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan said. Anakin looked at them, confused. Siri was watching them as well, chewing on her lower lip, her blue eyes cast down. Padme stared at all of them, not fully understanding what was going on.

"May the force be with you," Qui-Gon said, touching Obi-Wan's arm gently, and looking at Siri.

"And with you," both Knights said. Obi-Wan turned toward the ramp and started up. Padme followed him, and Siri came behind her, her eyes darting about.

~`~

Padme threw back the hood of her handmaiden costume as she walked down the corridor of the starship. She was growing tired from wandering about, looking for the Jedi. She was frustrated.

Then she heard voices. Obi-Wan's voice, low, and she could almost hear him smiling. And Siri's voice, soft and musical as she laughed. Padme Amidala was sure that her eyes were no longer brown, but green. She walked to the door of the room and looked inside.

They were Siri's personal quarters. She and Obi-Wan were sitting on the sleep-couch, Siri in just her under-tunic and leggings, and Obi-Wan in only his leggings. Padme's mouth went dry. No matter what she told Sabe, or her sister Sola, she had a definite infatuation with the Jedi Knight.

Padme watched them with disgust, watched him reach out and take down Siri's hair down and arrange it around her face. Padme suddenly hated every inch of the other girl's blonde hair, every inch of her bare tanned skin—a lot of which Padme could see. She hated how the other girl's body was strong from her Jedi training.

She turned and hurried back to her quarters, away from the scene before her, away from the soft voices, away from the wandering hands. Sabe was sitting at the dressing table, brushing out glossy dark hair identical to Padme's.

"He's in love with her!" Padme cried. Sabe turned to her.

"Certainly not, your Highness." She said. She smiled at Padme.

"You don't touch a girl you don't love like that," Padme said.

"Perhaps the Jedi are different, Milady. They do not marry, perhaps they do not love." Sabe said, the smile sliding from her face as she watched the young queen.

"Perhaps he loves her," Padme said, and sat next to Sabe.

"And there's always the possibility that he does not," Sabe said, standing and moving to take Padme's hair from it's braids and to brush it.

"And if he does, at least there's always a thirteen year old boy that wants to marry me." Padme said. Sabe laughed.

Padme did not.