Okay, Here are the disclaimers. I forgot them.

I don't own anything that reminds you of Star Wars. King Lucas does *Bows to the King* But I do own everything you don't recognize. *mumbles* I'd rather own Obi-Wan. Okay, don't sue. You'd get a crapy computer named Bob, and 3 cats.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter, have fun!!~ewankenobi2002

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You awake some time later and your clock tells you it truly is an unearthly hour. You sigh, and admit to yourself that your just not one of those people who can sleep the whole night through.

You pop your achy back and neck, yawing, and stretching your legs.

You stretch once more and make your way to the bathroom. Hey, it maybe 2 in the morning, but nature still calls.

As you exit the bathroom, casually drying your hands on your shirt, you look up, and almost die of a heart attack.

Pillows litter the floor, along with a blanket that's a puddle at the foot of the bed. Kenobi lays on his back, an arm hanging off the edge, along with a foot. The blankets are twisted around his torso and legs as if he had rolled around in the bed, making them tie to his body. He's snoring slightly, making his bangs flap up and down on his sleep written face. His always perfect golden hair is sticking out in the oddest angles. Talk about major bed head.

You snort and dash out of the room to find your camera. You have to get a picture of this. Two words come to mind: Black Mail.

You finally find it and place yourself back in the bathroom door frame. You aim the camera so you have a full shot of him, and click. Suddenly the camera emits a burst of blinding light, that leaves little red and blue circles clouding your vision.

Damn, you left the flash on.

"What the hell?" Kenobi asks groggily, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You can't contain it anymore. You notice that he's mysteriously lost his sleep shirt, and it also lay at the foot of the bed. You howl with laughter and crumple to the floor, holding your splitting sides.

So, the General is a mover when he sleeps.

He blinks rapidly a few times as he watches you fall to the ground, shaking with immense mirth.

"What is your problem!!" he yells through cloudy vision, "It's 2 in the morning!"

You don't answer, you just take in swift breaths and try to stop giggling.

"Well, I'm so-o -o -o, glad I've amused you." He mumbles grumpily.

"I--I--Couldn't pass--" You inhale quickly, "Up a p-picture!" you gasp, laughter over coming you again.

He growls and rolls over, emitting a loud, long, irritated sigh.

You finally regain some of your long since shredded composure to talk again, "Oh, don't be an ass about it, Kenobi. I'm just having fun!"

He rolls over again to face you, "Being mad about being woken up at 2 in the morning, from a flash from a camera, is being an ass?" He asks you, now fully awake, and quirking a golden eyebrow.

"Well......yes and no" You say smiling and giggling a bit more.

"I don't even wanna know why." he mumbles, "You got your picture, so goodnight and go way"

"Wow...how come when you say that it distinctly sounds like 'sod off'?" you ask, your smile becoming a down right goofy grin.

"Practice" he snaps, "Now leave" He says, rolling onto his stomach and pointing to the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I think your getting a little to comfortable here, buddy-boy, if your kicking me out of MY OWN bedroom." You tell him, planting your hands firmly on your hips.

He looks back up at you, his eyes now showing a brilliant emerald green that shines in the moonlight that streams through the balcony doors.

"Either you leave" he growls, "Or I'll through you out."

"Sheesh. SORRY!" you say drawing out every syllable in the sarcastic apology, "I didn't mean to disturb the Almighty Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi's beauty sleep, because everyone knows, that the Great General can't get through the day with out it!!" you tease.

That's when he pelts a pillow at you. It hits your abdomen and bounces off you and onto the floor.

"Hey! You don't wanna go there, General. I'm the Queen of Pillow Fights, and I can beat you so easily, especially with your injured shoulder." You tell him, smiling playfully, but at the same time, your dead serious.

He smiles and pelts another at you, this time hitting you smack in the face, the pillow landing on the floor at your feet.

"Okay. I've warned you. But you've crossed the line. Now, you must suffer the consequences." you say, picking up the pillow that's at your feet, fluffing it up, and then smiling at him evilly.

You send the pillow line driving at his head, and it hit's your target with a loud yet soft *THUMP*.

Soon, before you can stop, a full fledge pillow war has started in your bedroom, and its every man, woman, and pillow for him (or her) self.

"STOP!" He finally commands you.

"What?" you ask, smiling, "Is little 'ol me to much for the Great General to handle?" you smile again, and another pillow ransacks his head.

"Ow." he picks up the pillow and throwing it on the floor, "No, because I'm supposed to be healing, not having......what is this anyways?"

"A pillow fight"

"Right, a pillow fight." He repeats.

"Sure.....you just want an excuse to stop" You tell him, folding your arms around your chest.

"No, really--"

"I understand" you say cutting him off, "You just don't want to admit that a woman can beat you at something. It's okay, I'll save your male egotistical ways." You tease him. He gives you a look, "Sorry, to much Doctor Phil"

He says nothing to this, just rolls his right now very, very, very clear blue eyes, and lays back down on the even more messed up bed.

"Goodnight, Kenobi" You say, patting the top of his head as if he were a dog as you exit the room.

"Night" is his ruffled response. Before you close the door, you can't help but sneak one last look at him.

truth be-told, he his a very well made man. Charming to an extent. Well bred and has a bright intellect, with a dry wit. Nice shape and size. Nice hair and posture. He made ordinary look extremely good. His mouth though, is odd. It's a mouth that was made to smile constantly, but just didn't.

And the moment he opens his mouth, the illusion is shattered, for that's when he speaks.

You shake your head at your thoughts and make your way back out into the anti chamber, thinking to yourself that your only thinking the previous thoughts because of the time of day.

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There it is. Hope you all liked it. More to come. Oh yeah, everyone go check out A Starlit Dreamers stuff. She's cool and she writes wonderful stuff. That's it for now!! Bye!! oh yeah, don't for get to review!