Title: Analogy of Conviction
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au
Rating: R NC-17 (Graphic Sexual content. You've been warned)
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while. However Anaika is my creation.
Chapter Eleven: The Anniversary.
Five months later - Jedi Temple: Coruscant.
Siri Tachi heard the hum of a lightsaber as she approached the training room. It was three in the morning; no one should have been in there. Let alone unsupervised. She stopped and had a look.
Anaika Skywalker was sparring against four remotes. Her movements were fluent and dance-like. She had the speed and grace that most achieved as they approached Knighthood.
What made Siri suck in her breath was the strength of the Force that emanated from the young Padawan. She'd seen Anaika fight before, seen how she'd handled herself even after she'd been blinded. This however was something totally different. No Padawan, other then Anakin Skywalker could connect to the Force this way. The way Anaika drew the Force around her and let it follow through her was astounding for one so young. Even Master Yoda wasn't so connected to the Force like the Skywalker twins were, nor Master Windu.
Anaika stopped; the remotes went quickly into standby mode as she thumbed off her lightsaber. Turning she bowed. "Master Tachi."
"I didn't mean to disturb you." Siri said with calming persistence.
"It's alright," Anaika said. She hooked her lightsaber to her belt then walked over to where she'd hung a towel, wiping her face and neck. Her training attire was damp with sweat.
Siri lent against the doorframe. "So Padawan, why are you practicing unsupervised at three in the morning?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought a little exercise would help," she confessed.
The Jedi Knight frowned a little. "Where is Master Qui-Gon?"
"At the Senate summit."
"So has the exercising helped?"
"No." Anaika remarked as she re-hung her towel.
Siri knew there was something wrong by the teenager's body language and voice. "Do you wont to talk about it?"
Sighing Anaika rested her forehead against the training room wall her energy was gone. The grief she'd been holding in was surfacing. It well up in her chest like a gaping hole. "It's the anniversary of his death. Or it would have been in the reality I'm from."
"I'm sorry Ani." Siri went further into the room. She reached out to comfort the teenager.
Anaika pulled back, twisting as she did. Stumbling she fell, landing hard on her backside. She drew her knees up, hugging them. "I just wont to be alone, Master Siri."
Siri sat cross-legged near her. "No you don't. Talk to me, Ani."
"I can't."
"Yes you can," the Jedi Knight insisted. "Talk to me. What happened to Obi-Wan? The Obi-Wan from your reality."
Tears welled in her eyes and slid down Anaika's checks. "He and Anakin were teamed with Master Tachi and Ferus, they were sent to Sarness to negotiate a peace treaty between the two fractions. When they arrived the cease fire had been broken, they walked right into a trap."
"And they were caught in the cross fire." Siri guessed.
Anaika nodded. "Master Kenobi and Anakin were hit first, Master Tachi and Ferus got them back to their ship. She never realized Ferus had been shot until they'd left the planet and made the jump to lightspeed."
"What happened?"
"He died in her arms," the teenager sobbed. "He was protecting her."
"Why Ani?" Siri pushed.
"She was pregnant," Anaika blurted out. "She was having Obi-Wan's child and he never knew. He died before they reached Coruscant."
Siri edged closer and drew the teenager into her arms. Holding her while she cried. "It's alright Ani, let it out."
"I felt like a piece of my heart was ripped out. I couldn't break my link with Anakin I was keeping him alive. So when Master Kenobi died, I felt it too. I felt his bond with Anakin being severed," Anaika sobbed. "I couldn't do anything but hold onto Anakin. I wrapped my life force around him and held on to him."
Siri knew the only ones who knew how Anaika was really feeling was her Master, her brother and Obi-Wan Kenobi himself. Losing a Padawan was hard on a Master, but losing a Master could be devastating to a Padawan. For twins as close as she'd heard Anaika and Anakin were, it would of been experienced strongly by both of them. She felt a hand on her shoulder, looking back she saw Qui-Gon.
He'd knelt down beside them. "Come on Padawan," he scooped the teenager up in his arms; she rested her head against his shoulder as he stood.
Siri did also, following them out and back to the apartment.
Inside Qui-Gon carried his apprentice into the refresher, putting her down. "Shower, then into bed."
"Yes Master."
He went out shutting the door. Seeing Siri was still there. "Thank you. I didn't think I would be so long. I didn't want her to go through it alone."
"It couldn't be helped," she concluded, sitting when he did. "I didn't realize it had been so painful for her. I should have, Obi-Wan went through it. He was all calm on the outside, but on the inside he was a mess."
Qui-Gon nodded, rubbing his temples. "I sort counseling for Ani, she seemed to put it behind her."
"Except now she's in a reality where Obi-Wan Kenobi is very much alive," Siri reminded.
The Padawan in question came out of the refresher, a bathrobe held closed by a sash. She smiled tiredly. "Thank you Master Siri."
"Your welcome Ani. Get some sleep."
"Good advice, Padawan." Qui-Gon agreed, standing.
She agreed. Giving her Master a quick hug before disappearing into her room.
He sat again, feeling weary. "Thank you again, Siri."
"Do you need to talk about it?" she asked, offering.
Qui-Gon sighed. "She knew before I did, that the mission had gone wrong," he divulged. "I got her back to Coruscant as fast as I could, she was going into shock. Which made me realized she couldn't release her link with Anakin. I never realized the pain she would suffer when Obi-Wan died. He was Anakin's Master, but she had just as strong bond with him as her brother did. Siri stepped in and filled the emptiness for Anakin with her own presence, creating a bond between them. But she couldn't do that for Ani."
"What did you do?"
"I strengthened my bond with her and with Siri's help, we drew the both of them out of the abyss they were sinking into."
"Siri became Anakin's Master, didn't she?"
"Yes. The Council wasn't happy about it, but Siri was determined," he answered her, smiling a little. "She had a little boy she named Ben. Then defied the council once more by giving him his father's name. Ben Kenobi was his fathers son from the moment he was born."
Siri found it becoming very clear. "I'll let you get some sleep too," she stood. "Good night Qui-Gon."
"Good night, Siri."'
She left the apartment and walked down to Obi-Wan's. He and Anakin weren't long back from a mission. She let herself into the apartment, moving through the darkness to his room. Going in, she silently shut the door. Stripping off her clothing she crawled in beside him underneath the covers. Needing to be with him, to reassure herself he was still there. It was silly she knew that. He wasn't the Obi-Wan who had died. He was alive, very much alive.
Later that morning when Obi-Wan woke, he found Siri still snuggled against him. He smiled and stroked her check.
She woke, smiling warmly. "Good morning."
"Morning," he gathered her in his arms, kissing her. His tongue pushing past her teeth into her mouth as his lips parted hers.
She pushed her own tongue into his mouth, running her hand down his chest. Feeling his stomach muscles contract, then release. She continued, going further down, wrapping her hand around his fledging arousal. Stroking slowly, feeling him grow harder.
His mouth left hers and he pushed the sheet away from her body, losing his focus for a brief moment. Groaning over the pleasure she was inflicting on him. He regained control, leaning over he licked at one nipple then sucked it gently to a hard bud. Hearing her gasp, he did the same to the other. Letting his hand move down to the damp curls between her thighs, parting them as she moved her legs apart. Finding her wet and slick, his thumb rubbed at the sensitive nub as his finger pushed into her wetness. Thrusting it in and out slowly as she squirmed beneath his hand.
She projected to him what she was feeling, the intense pleasure his fingers were giving her. Letting her building orgasm wash through her to him. He projected his own feelings, his own pleasure. Letting her feel what she was doing to him. How close he was.
He pulled his mouth from her breast, his breathing ragged. Pushing her hand away he moved over, nudging her legs apart. Thrusting his aching arousal deep within her, not knowing who had cried out first. She wrapped her legs around his hips, arching into every downward thrust, squeezing on every upward thrust he made.
"Ahhr Siri what are you doing to me?" he managed to gasp.
"Making this memorable," she moaned. Squeezing him again, urging. "I'm so close, Obi-Wan. Harder." Crying out as he pushed harder into her, hitting just the right spot.
He braced himself on his elbows as she held him, a film of sweat on his body. Crying out seconds before she did both coming hard and fast, the intensity of their orgasm blinding them momentarily. Her juices wetting his already slickness as his warmth filled her.
She unlocked her ankles, releasing his hips. His breath was ragged against her neck as she ran her fingers through his damp hair.
He rested his head beneath her chin on her chest. He could never denied her; he'd never been able to. This time however it had been different. "I'm glade you're here."
"So am I," she whispered. And I'm glade your here. She said to herself.
He moved and laid next to her, drawing her back into his arms, pulling the sheet over them.
As she lay there beside him, Siri wondered what the future held for them would she have their child like the Siri in the other reality. Or would life be different for them.
Obi-Wan stroked her arm. "You spoke to Anaika," he speculated.
"Yes."
"So did I," he admitted, moving his hand down to her stomach. Resting it there. "Whatever happens, we'll see it through. Together."
"I know," she promised him. "Together," she grinned, slyly. "So Kenobi, are you going to make me morning meal or not?"
He laughed. "I forgot how hungry you get after sex."
"Staved," she smirked.
"Come on then," he urged and got up, pulling on his sleep pants, he handed her the matching top.
Siri got up and put it on. "I need a shower."
"So do I," he took her hand. "Shower or food first?"
"Food," she insisted and pulled him out of the room.
Anakin was up and dressed, grinning at them. "Hungry?"
"I'm staved." Siri alleged.
He laughed. "Good thing I made enough for three then."
"You're a darling," she mused, tugging his Master into the kitchen after her.
Anakin laughed harder, the look on Obi-Wan's face had been worth getting up early for.
Concludes in Chapter Twelve: The Rematch.
Author: Anaika Skywalker
Author's Email: lindsay30@austarnet.com.au
Rating: R NC-17 (Graphic Sexual content. You've been warned)
Disclaimer: It all belongs to George Lucas, I just like to play in his universe once and a while. However Anaika is my creation.
Chapter Eleven: The Anniversary.
Five months later - Jedi Temple: Coruscant.
Siri Tachi heard the hum of a lightsaber as she approached the training room. It was three in the morning; no one should have been in there. Let alone unsupervised. She stopped and had a look.
Anaika Skywalker was sparring against four remotes. Her movements were fluent and dance-like. She had the speed and grace that most achieved as they approached Knighthood.
What made Siri suck in her breath was the strength of the Force that emanated from the young Padawan. She'd seen Anaika fight before, seen how she'd handled herself even after she'd been blinded. This however was something totally different. No Padawan, other then Anakin Skywalker could connect to the Force this way. The way Anaika drew the Force around her and let it follow through her was astounding for one so young. Even Master Yoda wasn't so connected to the Force like the Skywalker twins were, nor Master Windu.
Anaika stopped; the remotes went quickly into standby mode as she thumbed off her lightsaber. Turning she bowed. "Master Tachi."
"I didn't mean to disturb you." Siri said with calming persistence.
"It's alright," Anaika said. She hooked her lightsaber to her belt then walked over to where she'd hung a towel, wiping her face and neck. Her training attire was damp with sweat.
Siri lent against the doorframe. "So Padawan, why are you practicing unsupervised at three in the morning?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought a little exercise would help," she confessed.
The Jedi Knight frowned a little. "Where is Master Qui-Gon?"
"At the Senate summit."
"So has the exercising helped?"
"No." Anaika remarked as she re-hung her towel.
Siri knew there was something wrong by the teenager's body language and voice. "Do you wont to talk about it?"
Sighing Anaika rested her forehead against the training room wall her energy was gone. The grief she'd been holding in was surfacing. It well up in her chest like a gaping hole. "It's the anniversary of his death. Or it would have been in the reality I'm from."
"I'm sorry Ani." Siri went further into the room. She reached out to comfort the teenager.
Anaika pulled back, twisting as she did. Stumbling she fell, landing hard on her backside. She drew her knees up, hugging them. "I just wont to be alone, Master Siri."
Siri sat cross-legged near her. "No you don't. Talk to me, Ani."
"I can't."
"Yes you can," the Jedi Knight insisted. "Talk to me. What happened to Obi-Wan? The Obi-Wan from your reality."
Tears welled in her eyes and slid down Anaika's checks. "He and Anakin were teamed with Master Tachi and Ferus, they were sent to Sarness to negotiate a peace treaty between the two fractions. When they arrived the cease fire had been broken, they walked right into a trap."
"And they were caught in the cross fire." Siri guessed.
Anaika nodded. "Master Kenobi and Anakin were hit first, Master Tachi and Ferus got them back to their ship. She never realized Ferus had been shot until they'd left the planet and made the jump to lightspeed."
"What happened?"
"He died in her arms," the teenager sobbed. "He was protecting her."
"Why Ani?" Siri pushed.
"She was pregnant," Anaika blurted out. "She was having Obi-Wan's child and he never knew. He died before they reached Coruscant."
Siri edged closer and drew the teenager into her arms. Holding her while she cried. "It's alright Ani, let it out."
"I felt like a piece of my heart was ripped out. I couldn't break my link with Anakin I was keeping him alive. So when Master Kenobi died, I felt it too. I felt his bond with Anakin being severed," Anaika sobbed. "I couldn't do anything but hold onto Anakin. I wrapped my life force around him and held on to him."
Siri knew the only ones who knew how Anaika was really feeling was her Master, her brother and Obi-Wan Kenobi himself. Losing a Padawan was hard on a Master, but losing a Master could be devastating to a Padawan. For twins as close as she'd heard Anaika and Anakin were, it would of been experienced strongly by both of them. She felt a hand on her shoulder, looking back she saw Qui-Gon.
He'd knelt down beside them. "Come on Padawan," he scooped the teenager up in his arms; she rested her head against his shoulder as he stood.
Siri did also, following them out and back to the apartment.
Inside Qui-Gon carried his apprentice into the refresher, putting her down. "Shower, then into bed."
"Yes Master."
He went out shutting the door. Seeing Siri was still there. "Thank you. I didn't think I would be so long. I didn't want her to go through it alone."
"It couldn't be helped," she concluded, sitting when he did. "I didn't realize it had been so painful for her. I should have, Obi-Wan went through it. He was all calm on the outside, but on the inside he was a mess."
Qui-Gon nodded, rubbing his temples. "I sort counseling for Ani, she seemed to put it behind her."
"Except now she's in a reality where Obi-Wan Kenobi is very much alive," Siri reminded.
The Padawan in question came out of the refresher, a bathrobe held closed by a sash. She smiled tiredly. "Thank you Master Siri."
"Your welcome Ani. Get some sleep."
"Good advice, Padawan." Qui-Gon agreed, standing.
She agreed. Giving her Master a quick hug before disappearing into her room.
He sat again, feeling weary. "Thank you again, Siri."
"Do you need to talk about it?" she asked, offering.
Qui-Gon sighed. "She knew before I did, that the mission had gone wrong," he divulged. "I got her back to Coruscant as fast as I could, she was going into shock. Which made me realized she couldn't release her link with Anakin. I never realized the pain she would suffer when Obi-Wan died. He was Anakin's Master, but she had just as strong bond with him as her brother did. Siri stepped in and filled the emptiness for Anakin with her own presence, creating a bond between them. But she couldn't do that for Ani."
"What did you do?"
"I strengthened my bond with her and with Siri's help, we drew the both of them out of the abyss they were sinking into."
"Siri became Anakin's Master, didn't she?"
"Yes. The Council wasn't happy about it, but Siri was determined," he answered her, smiling a little. "She had a little boy she named Ben. Then defied the council once more by giving him his father's name. Ben Kenobi was his fathers son from the moment he was born."
Siri found it becoming very clear. "I'll let you get some sleep too," she stood. "Good night Qui-Gon."
"Good night, Siri."'
She left the apartment and walked down to Obi-Wan's. He and Anakin weren't long back from a mission. She let herself into the apartment, moving through the darkness to his room. Going in, she silently shut the door. Stripping off her clothing she crawled in beside him underneath the covers. Needing to be with him, to reassure herself he was still there. It was silly she knew that. He wasn't the Obi-Wan who had died. He was alive, very much alive.
Later that morning when Obi-Wan woke, he found Siri still snuggled against him. He smiled and stroked her check.
She woke, smiling warmly. "Good morning."
"Morning," he gathered her in his arms, kissing her. His tongue pushing past her teeth into her mouth as his lips parted hers.
She pushed her own tongue into his mouth, running her hand down his chest. Feeling his stomach muscles contract, then release. She continued, going further down, wrapping her hand around his fledging arousal. Stroking slowly, feeling him grow harder.
His mouth left hers and he pushed the sheet away from her body, losing his focus for a brief moment. Groaning over the pleasure she was inflicting on him. He regained control, leaning over he licked at one nipple then sucked it gently to a hard bud. Hearing her gasp, he did the same to the other. Letting his hand move down to the damp curls between her thighs, parting them as she moved her legs apart. Finding her wet and slick, his thumb rubbed at the sensitive nub as his finger pushed into her wetness. Thrusting it in and out slowly as she squirmed beneath his hand.
She projected to him what she was feeling, the intense pleasure his fingers were giving her. Letting her building orgasm wash through her to him. He projected his own feelings, his own pleasure. Letting her feel what she was doing to him. How close he was.
He pulled his mouth from her breast, his breathing ragged. Pushing her hand away he moved over, nudging her legs apart. Thrusting his aching arousal deep within her, not knowing who had cried out first. She wrapped her legs around his hips, arching into every downward thrust, squeezing on every upward thrust he made.
"Ahhr Siri what are you doing to me?" he managed to gasp.
"Making this memorable," she moaned. Squeezing him again, urging. "I'm so close, Obi-Wan. Harder." Crying out as he pushed harder into her, hitting just the right spot.
He braced himself on his elbows as she held him, a film of sweat on his body. Crying out seconds before she did both coming hard and fast, the intensity of their orgasm blinding them momentarily. Her juices wetting his already slickness as his warmth filled her.
She unlocked her ankles, releasing his hips. His breath was ragged against her neck as she ran her fingers through his damp hair.
He rested his head beneath her chin on her chest. He could never denied her; he'd never been able to. This time however it had been different. "I'm glade you're here."
"So am I," she whispered. And I'm glade your here. She said to herself.
He moved and laid next to her, drawing her back into his arms, pulling the sheet over them.
As she lay there beside him, Siri wondered what the future held for them would she have their child like the Siri in the other reality. Or would life be different for them.
Obi-Wan stroked her arm. "You spoke to Anaika," he speculated.
"Yes."
"So did I," he admitted, moving his hand down to her stomach. Resting it there. "Whatever happens, we'll see it through. Together."
"I know," she promised him. "Together," she grinned, slyly. "So Kenobi, are you going to make me morning meal or not?"
He laughed. "I forgot how hungry you get after sex."
"Staved," she smirked.
"Come on then," he urged and got up, pulling on his sleep pants, he handed her the matching top.
Siri got up and put it on. "I need a shower."
"So do I," he took her hand. "Shower or food first?"
"Food," she insisted and pulled him out of the room.
Anakin was up and dressed, grinning at them. "Hungry?"
"I'm staved." Siri alleged.
He laughed. "Good thing I made enough for three then."
"You're a darling," she mused, tugging his Master into the kitchen after her.
Anakin laughed harder, the look on Obi-Wan's face had been worth getting up early for.
Concludes in Chapter Twelve: The Rematch.
