Haven't given up on this one yet, either. So sorry I'm taking so long to update. And yes, I am ignoring all of the stupid comments made by people too afraid to even sign a name on the review page.

Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes, only to close them again at the harsh light that fell on his face. He groaned and opened them again. He tried to sit up, but realized that someone was clutching his shoulders. He turned his head and saw Padme laying beside him.

He looked at her, completely confused. "Eh?" he said as he pried her arms from his shoulders. She sighed and opened her eyes. She stared at his confused face for a moment before sitting up, her face bright red.

She sat up quickly. "Obi-Wan! I'm sorry." She quickly scrambled to her feet.

He sat up slowly. "What...what were you doing?"

She nervously pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I...I was thinking about my mother and..I ...wanted someone to comfort me. I don't know why...I did that. But I was just so sad and I needed someone by me."

He looked away for a moment, then looked back at her, uncertainty written all over his face. "I don't really know what to say."

"There is nothing to say. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for. I mean..." He stopped, completely at a loss for what to say. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. Then he shakily stood up. He almost fell from the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm him, but managed to stay up. Padme watched him with tears welling in her eyes. Obi-Wan felt part of his heart melt. "Padme..."

She turned away. "I know. I shouldn't do things like that. I shouldn't get to attached to anything or anyone." She looked back at him. "That's what I've been told my whole life."

Obi-Wan looked at her, his confusion only more evident. "That's not...I mean...you shouldn't...ARG!" He turned away for a moment, frustrated at his inability to say what he wanted to say. He turned back to her and gestured with his hand. "I'm going to go and...um...think about some stuff now. OK? Yeah. Good." He turned and began to walk out of the room.

"Obi-Wan! Are you sure you're alright?"

He nodded, even though he was feeling faint and had sweat beaded up on his forehead. "Yeah. I'll be fine. You just...uh...go back to sleep." He felt like smacking himself on the head, but waited until her door was shut behind him to do it.

He found his ladder, and climbed back up to his spot in the window. It felt to him that two forces were waging battle within his soul. One side was the side of him the kept completely to the Code. The other side, well, not even he could tell what side that was. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass.

He tried to think about something else, but he kept feeling her arms around him. The comfort he felt in her embrace. Like everything was going to be alright...

He shook his head violently, trying desperately to clear it. He was a Jedi. He was assigned to protect her. Even more, he had been her husband's Master! He was too old for her, too committed to the Jedi, he could think of a million reasons why he shouldn't follow his feelings in this matter.

He stopped his thoughts in their tracks. Feelings? What are my feelings? He closed his eyes; he knew what he felt. And it was the last thing he'd ever expected to feel for her, the conniving Senator from Naboo. No, she's not conniving. He stared out of the window for a moment, going back to an earlier thought. With the million reasons that this was all wrong, there was one that said it was right. The way he felt when she held him, and the comfort. That was the only thing that said it was right.

He sighed and looked out of the window. His head was a confusing jumble of thoughts. The war raging in his soul seemed to be coming to an end, though even he wasn't sure which side was winning. Give in to his heart? Or remain the detached Jedi he was supposed to?