Title: Beyond Time

Author: Anaika Skywalker

Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au

Rating: R NC-17 for graphic sex scenes (You've been warned)

Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while.

Beyond Time

Part Two: Spontaneous Questions

Putting the data pad down, Seri rubbed her temples. She'd been analyzing the data from the sensors for two days and after two days she was no closer to getting any answers. She was also getting a headache from the overload of information and from trying to keep herself in check. Especially with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan continuing to ask questions, they had figured out she and Luke were from the future, even though they hadn't come out directly and said it. So now they had to be even more careful, avoiding spontaneous questions. Which wasn't easy at times.

Over all it was the pressure of the past couple of days that had her awake at nearly midnight. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't think straight. Between avoiding questions and her own rush of endorphins every time she was near Qui-Gon. She was tired, over tired. Which accounted for not being able to sleep and her headache. Being around Obi-Wan had become just as tiring, but the rush of endorphins wasn't as full on as it was with his Master. Oh she would have sex with him, in a heartbeat both Obi-Wan and his Master.

She stopped rubbing her temples and smiled. Now that would be an enjoyable sandwich, she chuckled to herself and stood, going over to the widow. She wore Qui-Gon's tunic, the one she'd worn when she'd first arrived. His musky sent was still within the material and she felt safe in it and around him. He's presence was etched into her subconscious in a way that even if they made it back to the future a part of him would always be with her. The forbidden love she was beginning to feel for him, it was if they had meant to be together. She shivered, a rush of endorphins surged through her and she smiled knowing he was near, she always did now.

"You feel safe around me," his voice whispered in her ear. He stood behind her.

"Are you saying you're not safe to be around, Master Jedi?" She asked lightly.

"Maybe you're not safe to be around," he commented.

Seri laughed quietly, a throaty chuckle. "Why wouldn't I be safe?" She asked, moving back closer until she rubbed against him. She couldn't stop herself; he was an addiction she didn't want to break. "I'm not dangerous to you."

"No, you're not. You are a distraction though."

She turned, finding him bare chest, in only sleeping pants. He was enticing, so fit, and so firm. "A delightful distraction I hope," she said with a sexy purr.

He caressed the side of her face. "Very delightful and very forbidden."

She pouted, rising on her toes. "For once Qui-Gon Jinn, can't you forget I'm a Padawan and you're a Jedi Master?" She asked him, she braced herself against him her lips inches from his. "Right now, I need the man, not the Jedi."

"We're one and the same," he told her taking her in his arms, letting go of his hesitations.

"Then be a man, Jedi. Love me," she ordered, and then kissed him.

His lips parted hers; his tongue went into her mouth. She tasted as sweet as he'd predicted and he was mesmerized. Pulling his mouth from hers he swung her up into his arms and carried her into the room she was using. The room his Padawan had been using, Obi-Wan had willingly given it up to her, bunking with him. Seri's own Master was bunking in their ship. Now they were alone with their actions, the consequences.

In the room, Qui-Gon kicked the door shut with his foot, then put her down but not out of his arms. Just for tonight he was going to forget she was a Padawan, though he had a feeling he would see her as more by morning.

Seri stepped back, smiling she pulled the tunic up over her head. Tossing it onto the floor. She wore nothing underneath it, slipping back into his embrace. She sucked seductively on his bottom lip, and then moved down past his neck. Each male nipped got equal attention before she moved further down. Pushing the sleeping pants off his hips to his ankles, leaving him to kick them away. With his well-endowed arousal released from its confinement she licked her lips, then the tip of his manhood. Before taking as much as she could in her mouth, sucking long and hard, using her hand as well as her mouth.

Qui-Gon groaned and gripped her shoulders. He was definitely sure her Master hadn't taught her this. Whoever had should have received a medal. He could barely keep himself upright, her release of pheromones had increased and she was intoxicating.

She sucked harder, coursing him to draw in a ragged breath. She felt his grip tighten on her shoulders.

"Seri, please young one," he said, groaning, his control slipping.

She pulled away, continuing to stroke him with her hand as she stood. Her own control was failing; she wanted him inside of her, all of him.

Qui-Gon grabbed her hand, pulling it free. "Honey, I'm not as young as I use to be."

She crawled onto the bed and lay back, drawing him down with her. "You're not that old,"

He settled between her thighs. "Old enough to be your father," he retorted.

"Then stop teasing me old man," Seri mused.

"I haven't began, young wench," Qui-Gon responded. Leaning over her, he licked and sucked at each nipple, occasionally blowing hot air onto the harden bud. She groaned and wiggled her hips, feeling the tip of his manhood against her wetness.

"Qui-Gon, please," she begged, and then cried out as he slowly pushed into her.

His mouth seized hers in a lingering rough kiss as he began to move, feeling her legs wrap around his hips. She moved with him in sexually harmony, her nails raking his back digging into his shoulders.

He found her within in the Force, waiting for him. Entwining her life force with his, experiencing their love making with her both physically and through the Force. Binding their souls together. No matter what happened now, the Force controlled their destinies just as it always had. Just as it had done in bring them together. Both cried out at the intensity of their release, coming hard and fast together.

As Seri looked into his pale blue eyes, she sensed a calmness of unifying clarity. And she knew a part of him would always be with her. Just as she knew something else, something that would affect ever decision she made from now on.

Qui-Gon kissed her gently. "Let me up sweetheart, I don't want to hurt you," he insisted, then lay beside her when she did, enclosing her in his arms.

"You could never hurt me Qui-Gon," she whispered, closing her eyes. Muttering before she fell asleep in his arms. "I love you."

Even though he'd barely heard her last words, he knew what she'd said in his heart. "I love you too, Seri," he said quietly, finally able to admit what he'd been feeling since she'd come into his life. Then with a tug of the Force, drew the sheet around them, content to remain with her in his arms forever.

Early hours of the morning he woke to find her gone, getting up he pulled on his sleeping pants and left the room for his own. Dressing quickly he grabbed his robe as he went out, pulling it on. Seri had dressed and was standing not far from the cabin.

Qui-Gon embraced her, holding her close, wrapping his robe around them both. "Good morning."

She smiled and snuggled close. "Morning."

The sun rose slowly before them, bring another day.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her.

She turned and circled her arms around his waist beneath his robe. "Different."

"Oh?"

A smile eased onto her lips. "Different in a good way," she said unperturbed. "Something happened last night, everything suddenly became clear, as if I'd been walking around in a fog."

"You found clarity," he informed. "Most Padawan find it during their trials. I've never heard of any finding it after making love."

"But I'm not most Padawan," she teased.

"No you're not," he agreed, and then kissed her. "You're special Seri, very special."

Closing her eyes, Seri had a feeling her time with Qui-Gon was becoming limited. Either he and Obi-Wan would be leaving or she and Luke would be. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to lose what she'd just discovered; she didn't want to lose his love.

"We'll always be together," Qui-Gon told her. "No matter where I end up or when you do."

She opened her eyes, looking up to see his eyes. Seeing he knew. "I don't want to go."

"You have to, you don't belong here, any more then I would belong in your time," he perceived.

Seri rested her head against his chest. "This time is better then mine, Qui-Gon. In my time the galaxy had gone to hell and there doesn't seem to be any end to it."

"Have faith in the Force, young one. The answers will come," he advised her.

"I hope so," she whispered.

So did he, he felt like he never wanted to let her go to lose her or her love.

Obi-Wan saw his Master and Seri from a distance. She'd made her chose, making his Master happy. Which made him happy, for both of them not matter the consequences.

Luke came up beside him smiling also, despite his warning Seri had made the chose to love. "Your Master is a lucky man, Obi-Wan."

He nodded. "And I'll look after him after you're gone," he informed solemnly. Then added. "I know you keep denying you're from the future, I understand why. I just hope you realize both are going to suffer, him in the past and her in the future."

"The Force will guide them, Obi-Wan," Luke promised, and then walked on to the cabin. Praying he was right and the Force would guide them.

Obi-Wan had a feeling the next few months were still going to be hard on his Master and just hard on Seri. He hoped their bond would last beyond time. Seeing them also heading for the cabin, he hurried to catch up.

Seri held Qui-Gon's hand as she walked beside him, comfortable in displaying this action. She saw Obi-Wan coming and held out her other hand for him to take, her bond with Qui-Gon had given her a bond with Obi-Wan. Making the three of them very close to each other.

"Good morning."

"Morning Seri," he took her hand. "Morning Master."

"Morning Obi-Wan," his Master welcomed.

"Sleep well?" He asked, and then glanced at the two of them. Laughing along with them.

Seri slipped an arm around each of them and they copied the action with her.

Inside the cabin, Luke watched them from one window. Two paths stood before him. One held the future he knew, the other the future that could be. Standing at the crossroad wasn't easy. It purposed decisions no man should be forced to make. Let alone Luke Skywalker.

He was still debating it nearly two hours later, in the cockpit of the Trancer. He sensed the Jedi Master come in, coming to a conclusion. He accessed a locked down computer file, leaving it open he stood. He didn't say anything to Qui-Gon Jinn; he just walked past him leaving the Jedi Master alone.

Qui-Gon looked at the open file. It gave the ownership details of the Trancer. Her owner being Her Royal Highness, Princess Seri Ke`tel. Closing the file he left the ship returning to the cabin.

Obi-Wan was looking at one of the datapads Seri had been studying when he Master came in knowing that look. He joined him. "What is it Master?"

"I have an answer to one question," he informed, then put a call through to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Asking to speak with Master Yoda.

A hologram of the little Jedi Master was displayed. "Information you have, Master Qui-Gon?"

"Yes Master. I suggest a search on Seri Ke`tel."

Yoda lent heavily on his walking stick. "Search I need not," he said. "Seri Ke`tel was taken from us, toddler she was."

"Taken?" Obi-Wan inquired curious and saw his Master frown, deep in thought.

"Kidnapped. Never found she was, no clues were found. Expected a Jedi we did."

"Until now," Qui-Gon put forth. "Seri Ke`tel is here. I believe Master Yoda, she was taken through time to the future and now the Force has brought her back to us."

"Not possible, this is."

Obi-Wan disagreed. "It is Master. I've been studying the sensor readings taken from their crashed ship. They were drawn into a Force storm that was producing midi-chlorians, effecting hyperspace. Its possible a wormhole through time was created."

"Hmmm," Yoda regarded them both. "Bring Seri Ke`tel and her Master to us, investigate more we will."

"Yes Master," Qui-Gon acknowledged. Then closed the transmission. "Where is Seri?"

"Mediating in her room," Obi-Wan informed. "Master Luke hasn't come back from the Trancer."

His Master thanked him, and then headed for the room Seri occupied going in. The Padawan was kneeling eyes closed, deep in mediation.

He knelt behind her the same way, prepared to wait. Knowing she knew he was there. As soon as he'd walked in her life Force entwined with his, a reflex action of two lovers. He'd only felt this way once before and Tahl had been taken from him. Now the Force had brought Seri to him and he wasn't going to lose her.

Seri came out of her meditation, turning she sat cross-legged. "You want lose me, Qui-Gon," she said calmly.

He opened his eyes. "You know that for certain Seri Ke`tel?"

"Yes. Just as I know I will not let you be taken from me," she answered confidently, not acknowledging the fact he'd used her real name.

Qui-Gon smiled a sad smile. "We think you were kidnapped as a child and taken to the future," he revealed. "What is your earliest memory?"

"My parents, my mother singing to me. My father kneeling beside her."

"I'd like to probe your memories, if you'll let me?"

Seri didn't hesitate. She changed her position, kneeling once more. Holding her hands out to him. "Be gentle."

He chuckled and took her small hands in his large ones.

Both closed their eyes and through the Force a connection was found. He probed her memories, finding she trusted him enough to drop her shields. Some of what he saw was horrific and some wasn't. Finally he found the memories of her childhood and a Force block. He gradually brought the block down and finding the memories he'd expected. Her life at the Temple when she was very young and then being taken away in the dead of the night by a hooded figure, a Jedi Knight.

Seri shivered a little at the memories, her life had been redirected. Changed for the good of an unknown force.

But you've been trained in out ways, Qui-Gon told her though the Force. Show me your Master, your first Master?

She did putting a picture of Master Ta'hl in his mind. Do you think she was involved?

Yes. This is Ar`ra Ta'hl, she was reported killed the same time as you disappeared, He acknowledged, and then made a decision. Let me share with you, as you've shared with me.

All right. She agreed and saw all he wished to share, his life, his relationship with Obi-Wan. Their journeys through life, through the bad and the good times that made them the Master/Padawan team they were. His feelings for her and his ever-growing love were clear and solid.

Qui-Gon opened his eyes. "Master Yoda wishes you and Luke to come back to Coruscant with us."

Seri opened her eyes. "I don't know whether Master Luke will agree."

He released her hands and sat comfortably, drawing her into his arms. Having her snug in his embrace. "Why is that?"

"He's worried about our disrupting the timeline."

"The timeline has already been disrupted. You were never suppose to be taken to the future," he theorized, adding. "You and Luke are both very strong with the Force. I can sense that, even without taking midi-chlorian count. What I don't understand is how it was missed when you came to the Temple."

"Perhaps it was for a reason," she placed her small hand against his large one. "It maybe the reason why I was taken."

"But by who?"

Another voice answered him. "The Emperor, except he isn't Emperor yet. Is he Seri?"

"Not Master Luke, he isn't," she informed calmly, having sensed his arrival.

He sat before them cross-legged. "Why would Seri's midi-chlorian count pose a danger to her abductor?"

"Because of the prophecy of the Chosen One. The one who will bring balance to the Force," Qui-Gon answered. "He or she may have believed she is the one."

"She isn't, is she?"

"I don't know."

"How high would my midi-chlorian count be?" Seri asked him.

Qui-Gon took a tester from a pouch on his utility belt and pricked her finger; the blood sample was tested and read. If he was surprised by the result, he didn't express it. "Over twenty thousand," he glanced to Luke. "I'm guessing yours would be the same."

Luke's attention was on Seri, her silver eyes held the answer. "Yes," he addressed the Jedi Master. "When do you want to leave for Coruscant?"

"As soon as your ready," he tucked the tester back into the pouch.

"The Trancer is flight ready," Seri acknowledged and calculated. "We can be there in three days."

"Coruscant is 4 days and three hours from Dan`sha." Qui-Gon corrected her.

"For your ship, my love," she mused and stood with feline grace, pivoting on her heal she held out her hand for him to take. "Not for mine."

He took it and stood, noting Luke was on his feet also. "Then we leave immediately."

To be continued....