Obi-Wan couldn't sleep that night. Not to discredit the bed; it had to be the most comfortable one he had slept on in years, but he was restless. This wasn't something new. Often times, at the Jedi Temple, he would go to the room of a thousand fountains, to calm himself into sleep. Unfortunately, this was Naboo, and none of its rooms had a thousand fountains.
Finally, after much tossing, turning, and meditating, he crawled out of bed. He pulled on some robes, and padded quietly out of the room, looking for somewhere to go.
He walked down the halls, trying to find something that would interest him, but nothing was found. He found himself walking up the stairs, and roaming the halls of the second floor.
Suddenly he heard, and felt, someone else. It was vague, someone scaling the stairs in the direction of the Queen's room. Obi-Wan didn't sense any danger, but decided to check it out anyway.
He climbed up the stairs, listening to the soft padding the other person's footsteps were making. They continued up and up, and Obi-Wan noticed that they passed the floor that the Queen's room was on. He decided that there was no harm in making sure, so he continued following the soft noise.
Just as he passed what he thought was the last floor, he heard a door open and close, softly. However, the person was still above him, so he continued up the stairs. Finally, two more flights of white marble up, he reached a set of double glass doors, with some type of precious medal handles, which lead to the rooftop. Obi-Wan pushed the doors open, and stepped into the night. They closed behind him.
The rooftop was cone shaped, with a walk way around the outside. A brick wall framed the walk, so no one would fall off. Obi-Wan began his trek around the circle, gazing up at the night sky as he did so.
The stars were beautiful from Naboo. The moon shone brightly from its peak position. Obi-Wan picked out Coruscant with his well-trained eyes, along with a couple other planets that were important to him.
He looked again where he was going, and found that he had reached the opposite side of the roof, from the doors. There was a little box, where three or four people could stand and look at the sky. Someone was already there.
Sabé.
"You always did have trouble sleeping." She stated. Obi-Wan had forgotten that she had Jedi reflexes, but her parents had not allowed her be trained. That comment reminded him.
"You always loved the night." He responded, walking to stand next to her. He stood against the wall, putting his arms down on its flat surface, and leaning on them.
"I never understood when you got the time to sleep." Obi-Wan finished.
"During the day, when everyone else thought I was working. Especially once I became the CoS." She responded. "And you?"
"I don't sleep." He retorted simply.
There was silence for a good long time, as the two gazed up at the night. Sabé mumbled something, that Obi-Wan couldn't hear.
"What was that?" He asked, looking over at her curiously.
"I said, maybe that's why you're so grumpy all the time." She said, looking at him for the first time that night.
Obi-Wan snorted. "Me? Grumpy? You're the one they called the Ice Queen." He teased.
"I had multiple good reasons." She pointed out. "Besides, you didn't think I was so cold."
Obi-Wan didn't say anything.
"How come you didn't say good bye?" She asked bluntly, after there was more uncomfortable silence.
"Sabé, I…I couldn't. After what you said to me? I couldn't say anything." He responded.
"Still, I mean, you could have sent Ani to tell me, or even said something to Padmé. You broke my heart, you know that." Sabé told him.
"I know, but I had just become a Jedi Knight, and taken on a Padawan. Not to mention that it's forbidden. Plus, Qui-Gon's death affected me greatly."
Sabé had a cold look on her face. "My parents had just been killed, because your little negotiations with the Trade Federation failed. We had just saved the planet from the control of a Sith Lord. I was a handmaiden to the Queen, and still am. How is it different?" She questioned.
"In more ways than you could imagine, Sabé." Obi-Wan said quietly.
"Please do tell?" Sabé was beginning to sound angry.
"You know, I watched my Master be killed? I held him in my arms while he died, and all he could talk about was some nine-year-old boy. I killed a Sith Lord for him, and he didn't even say good-bye. And I haven't heard from him once, through the Force. Anakin tells me that Qui-Gon contacts him when he meditates, all the time.
"Did you know that I was one of the oldest Padawans to be chosen by a Master? I lived my entire life in the Temple, and I didn't get picked until I was thirteen. Thirteen, Sabé! That's almost over the limit!
"And then this, Anakin Skywalker, comes waltzing into our lives. It's like he knows how great he is, and can't help but shove it in my face. And he says that I'm holding him back, but there's so much he needs to learn!" Obi-Wan ranted.
"Master Qui-Gon just grabbed the boy and said 'I'm going to train him.' He already had a Padawan, why would he need a new one?" Obi-Wan was beginning to cry at all the memories.
"You dislike Anakin, then?" Sabé noted.
"I hate him!" Obi-Wan screamed, his tears beginning to run down his face fully.
"I thought that hate was forbidden by the Jedi." Sabé reminded.
"It is." Obi-Wan choked out through sobs.
Sabé pursed her lips. "So you can have a forbidden emotion for Anakin, but nothing for me?" She asked. Obi-Wan said nothing.
"Well, Master Kenobi. It's late." Sabé spat, disgust filling her voice. "You should be in bed. We can speak more on the matter of the Queen's security tomorrow. I hope you sleep well." She nearly screamed.
She turned around, and ran back to the door. Leaving Obi-Wan sobbing under the Nubian sky.
Finally, after much tossing, turning, and meditating, he crawled out of bed. He pulled on some robes, and padded quietly out of the room, looking for somewhere to go.
He walked down the halls, trying to find something that would interest him, but nothing was found. He found himself walking up the stairs, and roaming the halls of the second floor.
Suddenly he heard, and felt, someone else. It was vague, someone scaling the stairs in the direction of the Queen's room. Obi-Wan didn't sense any danger, but decided to check it out anyway.
He climbed up the stairs, listening to the soft padding the other person's footsteps were making. They continued up and up, and Obi-Wan noticed that they passed the floor that the Queen's room was on. He decided that there was no harm in making sure, so he continued following the soft noise.
Just as he passed what he thought was the last floor, he heard a door open and close, softly. However, the person was still above him, so he continued up the stairs. Finally, two more flights of white marble up, he reached a set of double glass doors, with some type of precious medal handles, which lead to the rooftop. Obi-Wan pushed the doors open, and stepped into the night. They closed behind him.
The rooftop was cone shaped, with a walk way around the outside. A brick wall framed the walk, so no one would fall off. Obi-Wan began his trek around the circle, gazing up at the night sky as he did so.
The stars were beautiful from Naboo. The moon shone brightly from its peak position. Obi-Wan picked out Coruscant with his well-trained eyes, along with a couple other planets that were important to him.
He looked again where he was going, and found that he had reached the opposite side of the roof, from the doors. There was a little box, where three or four people could stand and look at the sky. Someone was already there.
Sabé.
"You always did have trouble sleeping." She stated. Obi-Wan had forgotten that she had Jedi reflexes, but her parents had not allowed her be trained. That comment reminded him.
"You always loved the night." He responded, walking to stand next to her. He stood against the wall, putting his arms down on its flat surface, and leaning on them.
"I never understood when you got the time to sleep." Obi-Wan finished.
"During the day, when everyone else thought I was working. Especially once I became the CoS." She responded. "And you?"
"I don't sleep." He retorted simply.
There was silence for a good long time, as the two gazed up at the night. Sabé mumbled something, that Obi-Wan couldn't hear.
"What was that?" He asked, looking over at her curiously.
"I said, maybe that's why you're so grumpy all the time." She said, looking at him for the first time that night.
Obi-Wan snorted. "Me? Grumpy? You're the one they called the Ice Queen." He teased.
"I had multiple good reasons." She pointed out. "Besides, you didn't think I was so cold."
Obi-Wan didn't say anything.
"How come you didn't say good bye?" She asked bluntly, after there was more uncomfortable silence.
"Sabé, I…I couldn't. After what you said to me? I couldn't say anything." He responded.
"Still, I mean, you could have sent Ani to tell me, or even said something to Padmé. You broke my heart, you know that." Sabé told him.
"I know, but I had just become a Jedi Knight, and taken on a Padawan. Not to mention that it's forbidden. Plus, Qui-Gon's death affected me greatly."
Sabé had a cold look on her face. "My parents had just been killed, because your little negotiations with the Trade Federation failed. We had just saved the planet from the control of a Sith Lord. I was a handmaiden to the Queen, and still am. How is it different?" She questioned.
"In more ways than you could imagine, Sabé." Obi-Wan said quietly.
"Please do tell?" Sabé was beginning to sound angry.
"You know, I watched my Master be killed? I held him in my arms while he died, and all he could talk about was some nine-year-old boy. I killed a Sith Lord for him, and he didn't even say good-bye. And I haven't heard from him once, through the Force. Anakin tells me that Qui-Gon contacts him when he meditates, all the time.
"Did you know that I was one of the oldest Padawans to be chosen by a Master? I lived my entire life in the Temple, and I didn't get picked until I was thirteen. Thirteen, Sabé! That's almost over the limit!
"And then this, Anakin Skywalker, comes waltzing into our lives. It's like he knows how great he is, and can't help but shove it in my face. And he says that I'm holding him back, but there's so much he needs to learn!" Obi-Wan ranted.
"Master Qui-Gon just grabbed the boy and said 'I'm going to train him.' He already had a Padawan, why would he need a new one?" Obi-Wan was beginning to cry at all the memories.
"You dislike Anakin, then?" Sabé noted.
"I hate him!" Obi-Wan screamed, his tears beginning to run down his face fully.
"I thought that hate was forbidden by the Jedi." Sabé reminded.
"It is." Obi-Wan choked out through sobs.
Sabé pursed her lips. "So you can have a forbidden emotion for Anakin, but nothing for me?" She asked. Obi-Wan said nothing.
"Well, Master Kenobi. It's late." Sabé spat, disgust filling her voice. "You should be in bed. We can speak more on the matter of the Queen's security tomorrow. I hope you sleep well." She nearly screamed.
She turned around, and ran back to the door. Leaving Obi-Wan sobbing under the Nubian sky.