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Well here it is, I have finally been able to write another chapter! I am so sorry to everyone who has followed this story, I had no intention of leaving it this long but writer's block can be such a bitch! I promise I won't let it go this long again. I think I've worked out where I want this to go and hopefully I shouldn't have anymore problems.
Thankyou to everyone that has reviewed and waited patiently for this. This chapter isn't very exciting but it gets us all back on track. Let me know what you all think. ........................................................................................................................... ...........................................................................................................................
The small Master stood as still as a statue, engrossed by the image before him, unfortunately it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed this sight.
How many times had it been now?
So many he'd lost count a long time ago.
Although this was the first time that he'd stood here alone without the frantic, mostly uncontrollable figure of the knight's unruly Master.
Somehow it didn't seem right for him not to be here by his side, but Yoda knew that he was here within the force that was now surrounding the wounded knight with all its love.
Even still, it didn't feel right not to have him pacing the halls, harassing the healers with his questions.
He allowed himself a moment to remember his fallen friend, and along with it he promised the memory of Qui-Gon Jinn that he would protect, love and care for the young man who silently floated within the bacta tank in front of him.
It wasn't hard to love the young knight.
It seemed that he just had a way about him that endeared him to people, making friends wherever he went.
Indeed he'd charmed himself into the heart of Master Yoda a long time ago without even knowing it.
The old Jedi could still vividly remember the day that Obi-Wan was brought to the Temple as an infant no older than eight months.
From the instant he'd looked at the tiny human baby he'd known.
Known from the way that the force wrapped itself so tightly around the child, shining the brightest he'd ever seen it.
The child had the purest of souls.
So pure that when Obi-Wan was a baby, Yoda would sometimes sit with him while he slept, enjoying the way the force appeared to rejoice in the presence of the child, and mediate.
And after all these years the force still shone brightest around the young Master, still testing him more than any other.
Yes, despite loving the knight so much, the force had definitely not made life easy for him, making him prove himself time and time again.
And every time Obi-Wan had shown he could bear it well.
For such a long time the little Master had kept the knowledge to himself, that was until Mace had risen through the ranks of the Jedi and somewhere along the line, become his most trusted partner on the council.
Only when Obi-Wan was Padawan to Qui-Gon for two years and somewhat settled, did he divulge the news to Mace.
And to this day only the two Masters knew the truth.
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Pointless.
That's what it was.
To be honest she didn't know why she'd bothered to go in to work today, not that she really had a choice.
Taking compassionate leave for a few days had been a very tempting option but she knew that it would only draw more attention to her, which she didn't need.
It didn't take long for gossip to make its way around the Senate, as she knew from experience.
There was always one story or another of one of her colleagues having some kind of personal problem and taking compassionate leave.
It also seemed to attract the intrigue of both holonet news reporters, eager to get any kind of story on Senators, and Chancellor Palpaptine himself.
That was one thing she definitely didn't want.
The Chancellor was nice enough and Padme had known him for quite a few years now but as it was his questions began to probe into her private life more and more every time she saw him.
Asking her such things as had she found herself a man to settle down with yet?
And if she hadn't he could introduce her to a few men that he thought she would like.
She found it so awkward trying to dodge his questions and to be honest she found it a little strange that he should ask her questions like that.
She never really saw him take so much interest in the lives of other Senators, ok so maybe there were a few but she didn't ever think that she'd be included amongst those few.
Maybe it was just because of their somewhat shared past.
After all, they were from the same planet; he had known her since she was quite young.
And it wasn't as if she was just any Nubian, she had been the queen, she had successfully lead her homeworld to victory over the Trade Federation.
Her handmaiden Rabe had a much simpler explanation for it all though.
She just put it down to the fact that Palpaptine secretly wanted Padme for himself, having probably had his eye on Padme since she had come of age.
Padme would have none of it though; there was no way that such a thing could be true.
The Chancellor couldn't possibly think of her in that way, why he was old enough to be her grandfather.
Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.
No, there was no way that that was the reason behind all his questions.
It was just so laughable.
In any case at this moment in time she did not want the prying eyes of the Chancellor focusing on her, and so compassionate leave was not an option she could take.
Besides there were too many people counting on her to do her job, too many meetings to be had on this day for her to consider having the day off.
All the same though, she wished she had.
Not that it would have done her much good anyway.
She couldn't see Obi-Wan until this evening so all she would have done was mope around her apartment making herself even more depressed.
It had been her handmaidens who had made her see how bad an idea it would be.
They had persuaded her that her workload at the office would take her mind off Obi-Wan, keep her so occupied that she just wouldn't have time to think about him at all.
They were wrong.
All she did was think of him.
She couldn't stop thinking of him.
During meetings her mind would wander, the image of his motionless body lying amongst those immaculate white sheets at the forefront of her mind.
She wasn't really doing a good job of pretending everything was ok, she'd had to excuse herself from a couple of meetings, apologising profoundly but she really wasn't feeling well.
So much for not drawing attention to herself.
She just hoped that it wouldn't get too far round the Senate.
Everything was a mess.
Now as she sat alone in her office she couldn't hold up the brave front any longer and allowed herself to finally breakdown.
Her body forcefully shook from her sobs, her throat constricting as she fought her way around the large and painful lumps in it.
Unintentionally her mind sort out their bond, doing exactly what it would normally do whenever she was upset about something, but this time it didn't find the usual comfort and love, instead there was nothing.
Just nothing.
She couldn't get used to it, she didn't want to get used to it and she wouldn't.
There was just no way that this was going to become her reality.
Her stomach lurched as the panic began to rise in her body, the adrenaline pumping her blood uncontrollably through her veins.
Somehow she managed to keep the small amount of food she'd been able to eat at lunch, from repeating itself on her though.
The tears continued to fall freely down her delicate face, staining her cheeks with red blotches.
She feared that now she was crying again she wouldn't ever be able to stop.
She thought that by now she'd be all dried out but still the tears came.
She tried hard to think of something, anything, that would lighten her mood in some way, stop the sadness and worry from completely encompassing her.
His smile, his eyes, that rough, almost husky laughter that he produced when he was truly amused.
What she wouldn't give to hear that laughter now.
His eyes would light up; his demeanour totally relaxed as the gentle rumble was released from his lungs.
This particular laughter would normally be at her expense but she loved it all the same.
Her eyes scanned her office for the chrono on the opposite wall.
Not long left now.
Soon she could go back to the apartment, get changed, convince her handmaidens that she had already eaten at work and then she would be on her way to the Temple, on her way back to him.
Yes, not long now.
Tbc...
Ok I really love feedback, it helps me to write quicker and gives me a better idea of what everyone wants from the story. I don't know when the nest chapter will be up. It may be a week or maybe two, just keep an eye out for it. Thank you for reading. Take Care, Sassy.
Well here it is, I have finally been able to write another chapter! I am so sorry to everyone who has followed this story, I had no intention of leaving it this long but writer's block can be such a bitch! I promise I won't let it go this long again. I think I've worked out where I want this to go and hopefully I shouldn't have anymore problems.
Thankyou to everyone that has reviewed and waited patiently for this. This chapter isn't very exciting but it gets us all back on track. Let me know what you all think. ........................................................................................................................... ...........................................................................................................................
The small Master stood as still as a statue, engrossed by the image before him, unfortunately it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed this sight.
How many times had it been now?
So many he'd lost count a long time ago.
Although this was the first time that he'd stood here alone without the frantic, mostly uncontrollable figure of the knight's unruly Master.
Somehow it didn't seem right for him not to be here by his side, but Yoda knew that he was here within the force that was now surrounding the wounded knight with all its love.
Even still, it didn't feel right not to have him pacing the halls, harassing the healers with his questions.
He allowed himself a moment to remember his fallen friend, and along with it he promised the memory of Qui-Gon Jinn that he would protect, love and care for the young man who silently floated within the bacta tank in front of him.
It wasn't hard to love the young knight.
It seemed that he just had a way about him that endeared him to people, making friends wherever he went.
Indeed he'd charmed himself into the heart of Master Yoda a long time ago without even knowing it.
The old Jedi could still vividly remember the day that Obi-Wan was brought to the Temple as an infant no older than eight months.
From the instant he'd looked at the tiny human baby he'd known.
Known from the way that the force wrapped itself so tightly around the child, shining the brightest he'd ever seen it.
The child had the purest of souls.
So pure that when Obi-Wan was a baby, Yoda would sometimes sit with him while he slept, enjoying the way the force appeared to rejoice in the presence of the child, and mediate.
And after all these years the force still shone brightest around the young Master, still testing him more than any other.
Yes, despite loving the knight so much, the force had definitely not made life easy for him, making him prove himself time and time again.
And every time Obi-Wan had shown he could bear it well.
For such a long time the little Master had kept the knowledge to himself, that was until Mace had risen through the ranks of the Jedi and somewhere along the line, become his most trusted partner on the council.
Only when Obi-Wan was Padawan to Qui-Gon for two years and somewhat settled, did he divulge the news to Mace.
And to this day only the two Masters knew the truth.
........................................................................................................................
........................................................................................................................
Pointless.
That's what it was.
To be honest she didn't know why she'd bothered to go in to work today, not that she really had a choice.
Taking compassionate leave for a few days had been a very tempting option but she knew that it would only draw more attention to her, which she didn't need.
It didn't take long for gossip to make its way around the Senate, as she knew from experience.
There was always one story or another of one of her colleagues having some kind of personal problem and taking compassionate leave.
It also seemed to attract the intrigue of both holonet news reporters, eager to get any kind of story on Senators, and Chancellor Palpaptine himself.
That was one thing she definitely didn't want.
The Chancellor was nice enough and Padme had known him for quite a few years now but as it was his questions began to probe into her private life more and more every time she saw him.
Asking her such things as had she found herself a man to settle down with yet?
And if she hadn't he could introduce her to a few men that he thought she would like.
She found it so awkward trying to dodge his questions and to be honest she found it a little strange that he should ask her questions like that.
She never really saw him take so much interest in the lives of other Senators, ok so maybe there were a few but she didn't ever think that she'd be included amongst those few.
Maybe it was just because of their somewhat shared past.
After all, they were from the same planet; he had known her since she was quite young.
And it wasn't as if she was just any Nubian, she had been the queen, she had successfully lead her homeworld to victory over the Trade Federation.
Her handmaiden Rabe had a much simpler explanation for it all though.
She just put it down to the fact that Palpaptine secretly wanted Padme for himself, having probably had his eye on Padme since she had come of age.
Padme would have none of it though; there was no way that such a thing could be true.
The Chancellor couldn't possibly think of her in that way, why he was old enough to be her grandfather.
Just the thought of it made her skin crawl.
No, there was no way that that was the reason behind all his questions.
It was just so laughable.
In any case at this moment in time she did not want the prying eyes of the Chancellor focusing on her, and so compassionate leave was not an option she could take.
Besides there were too many people counting on her to do her job, too many meetings to be had on this day for her to consider having the day off.
All the same though, she wished she had.
Not that it would have done her much good anyway.
She couldn't see Obi-Wan until this evening so all she would have done was mope around her apartment making herself even more depressed.
It had been her handmaidens who had made her see how bad an idea it would be.
They had persuaded her that her workload at the office would take her mind off Obi-Wan, keep her so occupied that she just wouldn't have time to think about him at all.
They were wrong.
All she did was think of him.
She couldn't stop thinking of him.
During meetings her mind would wander, the image of his motionless body lying amongst those immaculate white sheets at the forefront of her mind.
She wasn't really doing a good job of pretending everything was ok, she'd had to excuse herself from a couple of meetings, apologising profoundly but she really wasn't feeling well.
So much for not drawing attention to herself.
She just hoped that it wouldn't get too far round the Senate.
Everything was a mess.
Now as she sat alone in her office she couldn't hold up the brave front any longer and allowed herself to finally breakdown.
Her body forcefully shook from her sobs, her throat constricting as she fought her way around the large and painful lumps in it.
Unintentionally her mind sort out their bond, doing exactly what it would normally do whenever she was upset about something, but this time it didn't find the usual comfort and love, instead there was nothing.
Just nothing.
She couldn't get used to it, she didn't want to get used to it and she wouldn't.
There was just no way that this was going to become her reality.
Her stomach lurched as the panic began to rise in her body, the adrenaline pumping her blood uncontrollably through her veins.
Somehow she managed to keep the small amount of food she'd been able to eat at lunch, from repeating itself on her though.
The tears continued to fall freely down her delicate face, staining her cheeks with red blotches.
She feared that now she was crying again she wouldn't ever be able to stop.
She thought that by now she'd be all dried out but still the tears came.
She tried hard to think of something, anything, that would lighten her mood in some way, stop the sadness and worry from completely encompassing her.
His smile, his eyes, that rough, almost husky laughter that he produced when he was truly amused.
What she wouldn't give to hear that laughter now.
His eyes would light up; his demeanour totally relaxed as the gentle rumble was released from his lungs.
This particular laughter would normally be at her expense but she loved it all the same.
Her eyes scanned her office for the chrono on the opposite wall.
Not long left now.
Soon she could go back to the apartment, get changed, convince her handmaidens that she had already eaten at work and then she would be on her way to the Temple, on her way back to him.
Yes, not long now.
Tbc...
Ok I really love feedback, it helps me to write quicker and gives me a better idea of what everyone wants from the story. I don't know when the nest chapter will be up. It may be a week or maybe two, just keep an eye out for it. Thank you for reading. Take Care, Sassy.