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

Six

Padme jerked awake. The scent of burning paint on wood reached her nostrils and made her head spin. Suddenly she sat up, startling Sabe awake. Siri was standing at the window, staring outside. Corde was sitting on the floor beside her, hugging her knees to her chest.

"What's happening?" Sabe asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"They're burning the city. Looking for us." Siri said.

"Where's Obi-Wan?" Padme asked.

"Right here," he said, coming through the door, a pack slung over his shoulder. "We're going to have to go in disguise," he told them. "And we have to go fast."

He tossed the bag down on the bed and held up a pair of scissors. "We all have to change," he said. "We have to be disguised, and we have to do it soon."

Siri walked over and picked up the sack, rummaging through it. "Guaranteed to change your hair color." She read. "Obi-Wan, sweetie, do you honestly believe that this is going to disguise the Queen of Naboo?"

"Yes, Siri, I am desperately hoping that it will disguise her enough that we can get somewhere else," he said. Siri sighed.

"I guess we should get started then, shouldn't we?" Siri asked.

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Padme walked quickly down the sidewalk, the basket of food balanced on her hip. They had cut her hair short, and they had streaked it blonde, as was the fashion of the women native to the planet. They were, fortunately, the same sort of human species as the Naboo, so Padme fit in almost perfectly.

Siri walked along beside her, pushing her hair back over her shoulders. Obi-Wan had asked her to dye it, and not to cut it. She had told him that if she dyed it, she'd seem even more like she was trying to hide, because her eyebrows, and her eyelashes would still be blonde. So she simply let it grow, and he had to settle for that.

They both wore the plain dress of the people, no ornamentation and pale, beautiful colors. Padme had to admit that they were quite a bit more comfortable than the dresses she usually wore as the Queen, or even as a handmaiden. She turned her head to the side to look at Siri, who looked incredibly comfortable in the clothing. Siri smiled at her quickly. Padme did not smile back.

"What?" Siri asked.

"I heard you." Padme said.

"What?" Siri asked. She didn't understand at all what the other girl was saying.

"Before we left the other city, I heard you and Obi-Wan talking," Padme said. "You told him that I loved him. Why?"

"Because you do." Siri said, frowning.

"You know nothing," Padme said. "Your special powers don't tell you who I do and do not care about." Even in her annoyance, Padme made sure not to mention the Jedi

"No, but I am a woman, and I know what I see." Siri said. "You love him. And if not love, which I certainly doubt, you definitely want him, or are infatuated him. But you're a romantic, I'll bet, and you love him."

"No, I don't," Padme said.

"And now I have the benefit of having these abilities. And I know that you're lying." Siri said.

"Well what about you? You share his bed almost every night," Padme said. Siri looked shocked. "I'm not naïve, Siri, or stupid. And you two aren't as quiet as you think you are."

The Jedi girl had the grace to blush. "Well, you see…" Siri began. She was at a loss for words. Then she took a deep breath, putting steel into her spine. "Jedi do not love."

"No?" Padme asked. "Then what does that make you? His whore?"

Siri stared at the Naboo queen in shock. Padme's eyes widened. Had she really just said those words to the Jedi woman that stood beside her?

"Excuse me?" Siri said, her tone as icy as the cool color of her eyes.

"I didn't mean…" Padme began, filled with regret.

"No, but you said it." Siri said. "I am a Jedi, and I am bound to the code, and I uphold that. Yes, I do have a special bond with Obi-Wan, and we are very close. What we have is a convenience, a pleasure for the both of us. But it is not love."

"How horrible to be a Jedi, to not be allowed to love, and to not break the rule when you have one of the most incredible men in the galaxy in the palm of your hand!"

"What?" Siri asked, stunned.

"You have Obi-Wan. Yet you will not break the Jedi Code to love him. When you know full well that you could! Everyone has heard the stories of what Obi-Wan's master once did! He loved a woman, he broke the rules for her, yet nothing happened to him!"

"You have no right to speak of Knight Tahl. No right!" Siri's voice shook with anger.

"And you have no right to say that I love when you know nothing of it." Padme snapped. She started walking again.

Siri did not follow.

"I do not know it, but I have seen it, Padme," she said softly. "You love Obi-Wan. But are you willing to force him to break the rules?"