Disclaimer: not mine.
A/N More sillyness

It was many years later that Bail and Obi Wan met again. Bail was in the Annatarean region along with the new Senator from Naboo, Padme Amidala attending a peace summit between rival factions, pro and anti-Republic. Such summits had to be held frequently as secessionist movements were spreading like wildfire of late.

Padme was an attractive woman in Bail's opinion, fulfilling all his aesthetic and intellectual expectations, in short, she's no dumb bimbo. One might think dumb bimbos' or malebos' don't get elected into the Senate but one would be very wrong.

Bail and Padme were in a spacious office, large official looking table, comfy chairs and sofas, panoramic view, the works. Bail's been dropping hints at Padme all day but they don't seem to be getting his message across very well, 'or she's just not interested,' supplied his traitorous brain.

"When will the Jedi arrive Viceroy Organa?" she interrupted Bail's thoughts.

"They should be here soon," said Bail giving up on the 'courtship' for the moment.

"I don't think it is wise to bring the Jedi into the matter. It is they who are causing so much ill-feeling towards the Republic at the moment. The Annatareans would not be pleased."

"It would be our gift to the gift-givers."

"More like disaster."

Bail smiled at that, "Have you met a Jedi before?" knowing very well she hadn't.

"No," said Padme. "What are they like?"

"Strange and different, they're not alike. There's nothing we can do either way, they're sent by the Supreme Chancellor."

"Hmph," grumbled Padme sounding strangely like Yoda. "I sometimes wonder what Palpatine's thinking."

"You do not trust him?" asked Bail, curiosity roused. Padme is a close ally of the Palapatine's to all appearances.

"He's opportunistic," Padme glanced at Bail meaningfully with a hint of a smile.

"Aren't we all?" he laughed.

It was at this moment that the Jedi arrived. Obi Wan looked slightly haggard and tired, hair and beard a wild mess while the young man at his side looked to be coming down from a drug induced elation. Anakin Skywalker is his name and he's Obi Wan's apprentice.

They bowed before the viceroy and senator before taking the seat offered by Bail Organa.

"Nice trip?" Bail asked taking in the messy Obi Wan.

"Quite," he replied curtly, glaring at an unrepentant Anakin.

"The Annatareans have great engines for their speeders Viceroy," supplied Anakin helpfully.

Bail Organa giggled. Obi Wan glared at Bail and Anakin. Padme looked bewildered.

"Where are my manners, Senator Padme Amidala, this is Obi Wan Kenobi and if I'm not mistaken this must be his apprentice Anakin Skywalker."

"Pleasure to meet you Senator," said Obi Wan, facial expressions back to neutral. Anakin looked a bit smitten with her bright smile.

"You know each other I take it," she directed the question to Bail and Obi Wan.

"We're acquainted," replied Bail.

"I must say I'm concerned about your presence here Master Kenobi, the secessionist movement are playing up anti-Jedi statement quite strongly."

"We're aware of that and we can promise you that we'll stay invisible to the best of our abilities."

"No one will be aware of us if we wish it so, Padme" Anakin boasted then blushed when he realised what he said. "I'm sorry senator, I… like your name," he said lamely.

"Thank you," she smiled warmly.

'That's it, she likes younger guys,' thought Bail moodily.

"I see you're tired," said Bail, a little frostily, "Quarters have been made available to you. There'll be a ball later tonight, you're invited."

With that, Bail dismissed them and the Jedi left.

"You like her name, do you?" asked Obi Wan trying in vain to hide his amusement.

"It IS a nice name, master," said Anakin, a little annoyed.

Obi Wan laughed out loud at that causing Anakin to blush again. "You remember the lessons taught on sex, do you? You want her to think of you as man, not an inexperience boy." Obi Wan did not plan to let up with the teasing especially after the harrowing experience in the speeder. He shuddered even thinking about it.

"Arghh, why can't you be more like a parent and never talk about sex with me."

"Because I'm not your parent."

Obi Wan than grew serious, "You remember your lessons on emotions?"

Anakin glanced at Obi Wan questioningly.

"Don't form emotional ties with a partner Anakin. The Jedi will not tolerate a Jedi who puts anything above the Order and its goals."

"I want to be a Jedi, Obi Wan, that you can be sure off," he answered evasively.

"Then you know what you can and cannot do. Now unpack my stuff, I need to rest."

"Hey, unpack them yourself!"

"I plan all your lessons Anakin," Obi Wan smiled wickedly.

"This is child abuse!" complained Anakin.

"This is obedience training, consider that the next time you try to give me a heart attack," said Obi Wan while marching to the bathroom.

Anakin considered dumping Obi Wan's luggage out the window.

It was an average society ball for those times. A huge variety of food catering to the tastebuds of the different species, actors and actresses doing plays on the small stage (a novelty reserved for official functions), space for wild rhythmless dancing and the wildest concoction of sentient beings.

A lively party as odd as it may seem considering the Annatareans were planning to split in a bloody civil war but good times are few and we should all enjoy them to the fullest, a taught not shared apparently by Bail.

He was standing by the drinks bar, looking glum and mopy, trying not to look at the foul smelling concoction the nearby Hong'Long's drinking. He decided to move to safer territory when the Hong'Long started inviting him to try the drink. He was moving to the balcony when he saw the reason for his unhappiness. Stunning Padme Amidala dancing with a dashing Anakin Skywalker. 'I hate Jedi!' screamed his mind retreating rapidly to the balcony.

"You're seething, Bail."

Bail glared at Obi Wan. "I'm in no mood your oracleness."

Obi Wan nodded. He stood silently by Bail, giving him support and space.

"I feel so stupid, how could I think I could get someone like that," Bail looked back into the room at the happy couple dancing.

"You never know unless you try."

"Well, now I do."

"There will be others."

"You're being an insufferable know-it-all again!"

"Merely a guess," replied Obi Wan enigmatically.

Bail sighed. He knew well enough than to argue with Obi Wan, that man would have been a lawyer if the Jedi didn't pick him up, thank the Force for that. "Come, let's talk somewhere quieter. My room's got a nice view."

Bail's room was situated on the 90th floor of this 150 storey high building. The tower of Barad'ur the locals call it and a red glare could be seen at the top of the building like a great eye burning and withering all who oppose it's will. Truth is of course less interesting, it was merely a beam put there to warn incoming spaceships of it's existence and of course for it's cool appearance. The tallest building in the city, on a clear day one could spy the entire city from the top floor, the view from Bail's room at the moment was no less beautiful. Bail and Obi Wan sat facing West of the city towards the distant mountains of Ephel Duath.

"You should see the city of Aman West of here, from the tower of Tirion, lush golden woods, beautiful sea ships carved in the shape of swans and the temples and halls they crafted for their Gods of old. The Halls of Mandos are worth the trip and to think all these and so many wonders on other worlds might be destroyed soon. Do the Jedi know the reason for the recent troubles?"

Obi Wan was silent.

"You do know."

"We don't know, we merely suspect."

"Tell me. Does this have anything to do with Master Jinn's death?" asked Bail shrewdly.

Obi Wan continued to stare out the glass panels. Gradually he said, "Do you know how he died?"

"I was told a Jedi that succumbed to the dark side killed him."

"That creature was never a Jedi."

Although there was no change in Obi Wan's tone, his jaw stiffen slightly.

"But… it can't be… can it?"

"He was a Sith. I'm sure of it."

"But how do you know?" Bail did not want it to be true.

"I fought him," said Obi Wan matter-of-fact.

"You still live," a hint of awe could be detected.

"It was barely enough, I told you because I trust you Bail, this news must not spread."

"I promise you. Wait, if he's dead…"

"There is another. He has so far eluded our grasp."

"You'll catch him soon enough."

"I hope so Bail. There is a change in the tides of the Force. I sense it now and my Master told me it had been so since his youth. Who may tell how the Jedi will fit into this change?"

"Well, you Jedi will always be welcome on Alderaan."

"I seem to recall you not wanting to have anything to do with us not too long ago," teased Obi Wan.

"People change," smiling as enigmatically as Obi Wan did.