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

Seven

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Didn't intend to," Siri replied.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and tipped his face back into the fall of rain, letting it wash the sweat and dirt from his face, letting it wash away the exhaustion that had settled into his bones. He suddenly longed for the temple, and swimming with his best friend in the pool at the base of the waterfall. He looked back at Siri and sighed the breath out.

"Look," Siri said, "When we get back to the temple, you and I…"

Obi-Wan nodded. "I just have to ask, why all of a sudden?" he asked.

Siri shrugged. "It's just time," she said.

"Lying is a trait of those influenced by the Dark Side," Obi-Wan said, repeating a lesson that they had been taught for many years.

"I'm not going to tell you the truth." She said.

"I'll learn someday. The truth has a way of finding its way out." He said.

Siri turned and walked back into their hut. Obi-Wan sighed and kicked at the dirt, letting his anger flow out of him. He walked back up onto their tiny porch and leaned against the railing, the water running down his face and dripping off. His tunic stuck to him uncomfortably, and he leaned his head down.

A warm hand came to rest on his back. He turned around slowly to see Siri standing there, tears in her eyes, her long hair plastered to her face and neck. She wore her Jedi under-tunic and her leggings, and she was crying.

"I'm sorry," she said. All her composure, everything that made her a Jedi fell away as he watched. "I'm sorry," she repeated.

"You didn't do anything," Obi-Wan said.

"No, I did. I did. I broke the rules." Siri said, shaking here head, the damp locks of hair flipping back and forth and sticking to her face. "Jedi don't love. Jedi aren't supposed to love. But I…I love you. I'm sorry. I do, and I shouldn't, but I do, and I just want to make it stop so I can go back to being like I was." She wiped at her eyes with the palm of her hand. "I didn't mean to…"

Obi-Wan stepped forward and put his arms around her.

"She can love you. She's allowed. I'm not. That's why we have to stop. I have to… I have to stop."

She shoved out of his arms. "Siri, it's okay. Really." Obi-Wan said, holding up his hands.

"It is NOT okay. No matter how many time you say it is, it isn't." Siri snapped.

"Hold on." Obi-Wan said. "Take a deep breath, relax. This is not worth getting so worked up over. You and I are Jedi Knights. We couldn't possibly hope to maintain a romantic relationship. You and I both know this."

Siri reached up and wiped her cheeks. "I know. I know." She took a deep breath and sighed. "I guess I'm a pretty ridiculous sight acting like this, aren't I? I'm a Jedi Knight, right? I should be able to take my losses and become a better person because of them."

Obi-Wan smiled. "Trust me, this is not a big loss. I am not a big loss for you." He told her.

Siri smiled. "I know," she said. He laughed and reached out, putting his arm around her shoulder. "You're getting me wet," she told him.

"Yup," he said.

"That means let go, because I don't have any dry clothes." Siri said.

"Yup," Obi-Wan repeated. He did not let go. He, in fact, turned and pulled Siri tightly against him, thoroughly dampening her tunic. She shrieked and began struggling to get away.

"Obi-Wan!" She cried when she did get free. "Now they're all wet!"

Obi-Wan grinned. "I noticed. I'm quite wet myself. I should probably go change." He said.

"Your tunic is mine," Siri told him, sprinting into the house, Obi-Wan on her heels.

The Queen and her two handmaidens looked up, startled at the two, then at each other.

"What in the world is going on?" Padme asked.

Siri came running out of the other room with Obi-Wan's Jedi tunic. Obi-Wan was close behind, now bare footed. He reached out and caught Siri about her waist. She shrieked and threw the tunic. It landed on Padme's head.

Corde turned her head away, her face turning red as she tried not to laugh. Sabe stared at the two Jedi in wonder, then covered her mouth when laughter threatened to escape. Padme reached up and lifted the tunic off of her head. Obi-Wan and Siri just looked at her.

She stood and walked over to them.

"You might need this," she said, and handed the tunic to Siri, then continued into the other room.

"What's her problem?" Siri asked, looking over at the two handmaidens, who had collapsed in hysterical laughter. Obi-Wan snatched the tunic from Siri, whipped his off and pulled the dry one on.

"Thank you," he said with a grin.

Siri just shook her head, then leaned close to whisper to him. "Go change the rest of your clothes. And talk to Padme." She said.

Obi-Wan tipped his head, watching her walk over to sit with the other two women, then turned and went into the other room.