**WARNING** The rating for this chapter is R because of content. Like I said, some parts will have an R rating. This is the edited version of this chapter.
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Chapter 2
Obi-Wan was busy fixing dinner. He wanted to surprise Anya for when she got back. He already had the table set with a candle lit in the center. He missed her. Of course, he sees her off and on all day. But it didn't help. He had spent two years dreaming, thinking about her. He had fallen love with her when he first met her that day in the med center. He didn't know who she was. All he knew she was Jedi Knight Anya Skywalker from Coruscant. It wasn't until sometime later that he learned she was from the future. Even then, he didn't care. Obi-Wan was afraid of telling her of his feelings. Afraid she wouldn't return them.
When it was time for her to return to her own time, Obi-Wan had taken her to another part of the garden to say good-bye in private. It was then that he had told her he was, is, in love with her. Anya could only sit there, stunned. She had let him talk. Anya didn't say a word as she took his hands in hers and whispered in his ear. With those words, joy had filled him. The words that were whispered were the four most wonderful words he had ever heard.
Those words he had never shared with anyone. Especially Qui-Gon. He master understood his padawan's choice. Qui-Gon's heart aced to see him sad. After Anya had left, Obi-Wan sat in the garden, near the spot where they had first found her. He had told his master that he loved her and he already missed her.
"You'll be with her again."
Obi-Wan knew what Qui-Gon meant. They would be together in the Force. What he didn't know was that two years later, he would be reunited with Anya. But for Anya, it was four years. The moment he saw her on Malastire, he heart jumped. He had thought he would never see her again. Then out of a dream, she was there. This time, she had brought others. And one of them was Luke. It was strange. The moment he looked at him, it was like a part of his brain opening and he knew everything about the man before him. Anya was his daughter. He was in love with Luke's daughter!
It took sometime got get use to having Luke around. The last time he had seen the now Jedi Master, Obi-Wan was fighting Darth Vader on the Death Star. At the time, he was an old man and Luke was a young farm boy, who had just started his Jedi training. It was also a little nerve cracking now that he loved Anya and she was his daughter. Then a month later, things started to settle. Anya told him she loved him. And ever since, their love for each other only got stronger.
Obi-Wan had to smile as he was preparing the sticky rolls he was so famous for. He thoughts drifted to a night neither he nor Anya will ever forget. Their first night together was the night after the Annual Computation. He wanted to take her out to celebrate their victories. They had gone to a restaurant in the entertainment district. It was the same restaurant they had their first date at. At the end of the night, they went back to Anya's quarters for drinks and to talk. They were talking about anything in general when their lips met in a passionate kiss. He had wanted for so long to feel what the soft skin of her neck tasted. Every night he had dreams of the two of them making love. One wild fantasy after another. He had decided to risk it. If she didn't like it, he would back off until she was ready.
Slowly moving his lips down over her jaw to her neck, he took a piece of skin between his teeth and nibbled on it. A hiss of pleasure escaped from Anya. Afraid he was hurting her or she didn't like it, he stopped. She protested when the psychical contact was broken. The two locked eyes. It was as if every thought, every fantasy they had about each other, was somehow shared. They each knew what the other one wanted. But was too afraid to ask for it. The passion, the need and the love over took them. You could even say it was the Force that was guiding them. They had made their way to the bedroom where, for the first time, they made love.
The next morning, Obi-Wan returned to his shared quarters with Qui-Gon. The older man had gotten worried when he didn't return. As Obi-Wan entered the small apartment, Qui-Gon could tell something was different about his padawan. He had asked in a worried fatherly way where he had been. The younger man replied that he was with Anya. After a while, Qui-Gon had gotten use to Obi-Wan returning the next morning. Eventually, everyone in the temple knew they were lovers.
Obi-Wan's thoughts were interrupted by the door chime. For a minute he wondered if Anya had returned early from class. But why would she use the door chime? It was her quarters and she would just walk on in. He didn't have to reach out with the Force to know. He could tell it was Qui-Gon through their training bond. But there was another presence beside his.
The young man opened the door to find the other presence belonged to Luke. Qui-Gon appeared to be clam on the outside but Obi-Wan could sense something was wrong. He backed up to let the two men in.
"Where's Anya?" Luke asked.
"She should be back any minute. I was going to surprise her with dinner." Obi-Wan said. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Obi-Wan, think hard. What mission haven't we been given yet?" Qui-Gon asked talking the younger by the shoulders.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes as he drew a deep breath and stretched out to the Force. The Force surrounded him like a blanket. Images swirled before him. An image of Qui-Gon, himself and Valorum standing before the council. The image shifted to another. This one, he and his master was standing outside what appeared to be a doorway to a hanger bay, surround by guard, several hooded figures and Queen Amidala. He eyes flow opened. "Naboo!"
"That's right," his master said.
"The Trade Federation has already blockade Naboo." Luke added.
"If I calculated right, the day after tomorrow, Valorum will be asking the council for help."
"Anya's speaking to the council tomorrow before morning meal." Obi-Wan was quite for a few seconds. "She knows. She has too. Why else would she be speaking to the council."
"What are you talking about?" asked Luke.
"Earlier today, before advanced philosophy, I saw her talking to Master Windu. He seemed troubled by something she had said. When I asked her about it, she said it was nothing. I could tell she was lying. After class, we came back here long enough for her to grab something. I noticed she had three new messages. She asked if I could open them for her. The first one was from Microft. He was being sent out on a mission and he would have to miss the Crystal Festival. The second was from you, Luke. And the third was from Master Windu." Obi-Wan explained.
"What did Mace want?" his teacher asked.
"Just that the council will hear her tomorrow during an emergency meeting. I asked her why. All she said was she'll tell me later and that I should trust her." the younger man said.
Hearing those words, Anya's actions hit Luke. He knew what she was planning. Or part of it. "She's going to warn them."
Both master and apprentice looked at him. "It's the only explanation. Knowing Anya, she usually doesn't do something without a motive." Luke said.
"But what is the motive?" the other master asked.
"It could be a number of things. When Anya found the reports on the mission, we both researched it. We wanted to learn more about Anakin. And what the Chosen One was. She must saw something in the mission that she wants to handle or fix."
"I don't know if this is connected. But I think you should know." Obi-Wan spoke up.
"What is it, padawan?
"For the past week, Anya hasn't been getting very much sleep. She's been having a dream. All she told me was that a good friend died."
"She could be dreaming about anyone. When the war started, she lost several good friends." Luke stated. "We all had."
A week? That's how long Qui-Gon had that nagging feeling. He knows now that the nagging feeling dealt with the Naboo mission. Could the dream and Naboo be connected?
The doors suddenly opened and Anya walker in. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the three men standing there. Three pairs of eyes turned on her. Swallowing hard, she moved pasted them into the common room where she took off her robe.
"I already know. The Trade Federation had blockade Naboo. I found out this morning," she said. She sniffed the sweet smell of cinnamon. "What smells good?"
"Dinner. I thought I surprise you." the padawan said.
"We know you're going to the council tomorrow to warn them." Qui-Gon said.
"Obi-Wan?" she asked.
"The third message was from Windu. What's going on?" her love asked.
"I have my reasons." Anya said turning away from them.
"There's more to it then warning the council. Something you're not telling us." Qui-Gon caught on to her meaning.
Anya turned to face the other master. "There's something I have to do."
"Sweetheart, we must know. History maybe repeating itself. If there is a way-" Luke started to say.
"Naboo has been blocked for a month now. In two days a team of Jedi are going to be dispatched to go there and try to settle it. Don't you think it's a little strange that we're bringing it up now? Instead of when it first happened?" she started, looking at each one in turn.
Her statement was true. A month ago, the Federation blockade Naboo, out of defiance towards the Senate. The blockade was big news on the holonet. But why were they being told about it now? Each one just heard of it that day. Was someone deliberately trying to keep it from them? Or did the Force have something to do with it? Neither four knew.
Anya could see the realization dawning on their faces. They never gave it a thought. With that, she turned back around and walked into the kitchen. The three men glanced at each other. They didn't know what to say. Something did block them from knowing about Naboo and the blockade. Could the Force be trying to tell them something or warning them? None knew. And if Anya knew, she would never tell. And all three knew how stubborn she could be at times. Sometimes when Anya got something in her head, she doesn't give up too easily.
"I'll go talk to her." Luke said taking a step towards the kitchen.
Obi-Wan grabbed his arm to stop him. "No. I'll talk to her. Maybe she'll tell me."
"What make you think she'll tell you?" the father asked.
Obi-Wan gave a smirk "I have my ways."
Anya stood at the counter, chopping up some vegetables for the stew. She was unable to hear the conversation going on in the other room with her ears. But she could hear it through the Force. Somehow she did. It couldn't be the father-daughter connection she had with Luke. It wasn't that strong. She had on true connection or bond with either Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan. Even though Obi-Wan was her lover. How could this be? Was she that sensitive to the Force? Or could it be the fact she was this Child of Light, Child of Dark?
She snickered at the last thought. She had never even heard of the Child of Light, Child of Dark. The first time she ever heard of it was when the sprite of her grandfather, Anakin Skywalker, told her while being held captive on the Borlong's home world. She tried looking in the old records and history books from the Jedi Temple. But there wasn't any mention of The Child of Light, Child of Dark anywhere. What ever was causing her to hear the conversation, she didn't care.
And then, something surprised her. She was able to feel Obi-Wan's feelings and sense his plan! She didn't have to read out to the Force to read them. He feelings just flowed into her. This can't be right. There was no way that should be happening. What was going on?
Anya could sense that her father and Qui-Gon was leaving. She relaxed a little. She was never that uncomfortable around either of them. Especially her father. But with them knowing she was going to talk to the council and the mention of Naboo, she was more determined for them not to know her plans.
The kitchen door opened and Obi-Wan stepped in. He stood there for a few seconds, staring at her. A wave of love washed over him as he watched her move about. He wasn't sure what attached him to her. Could it be her smile? The smile that makes his heart melts or beat faster? Or was it the way she moved, her posture? The red hair? The color of a fire on a starry night? Or could it be her eyes? He was festinated by her eyes. The right one blue and the left one green. He had never seen eyes like that before. The only time he had seen something like that, the person was blind in one eye, so the eye was frosted over. But there were some aliens that did have two different color eyes. Maybe that was it. Her eyes. Whenever he stared into them, his heart will beat faster. At times he was even memorized by them. Anya's eyes could, at time, tell you what she was felling. Caring, love, nervousness, anger, understanding, pride. But when they looked upon Obi-Wan, there was always love in them. And he loved her.
There were three important things in his life. Becoming a Jedi Knight, Qui-Gon; who was like a father to him, and Anya; his love.
"They left." he said. Anya didn't answer. She kept her attention on the food. He stepped up behind her and slid his arms about her waist. "I missed you." he whispered into he ear.
Anya stopped what she was doing and glanced over her shoulder at him. "I missed you, too."
Their lips met briefly in a kiss. They just stood there, holding each other. From being in his arms, some tension that had built up over the past week, seemed to melt away. Anya was thankful that her lover didn't ask questions or mention anything dealing with Naboo.
"I better finish dinner." she said pulling out of his embrace.
"No. It was suppose to be a surprise for you. You go and sit while I finish." he replied as he stroked the side of her face.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
He gave her a quick kiss and turned his attention to the food. She smiled and exited the kitchen. Obi-Wan can hear Anya moving around in the common room. A smile speared across his face. He really did love her and always will. But he wished she could tell him what was the dream and why she is acting the way she was.
Maybe if she's being tortured with pleasure, she just might tell me. he thought.
//Forget it, Obi. I'm not telling you. But you can still tortured me with pleasure, though.// Anya said into his mind.
//What in the hell-//
//I heard your thoughts.//
Anya appeared in the doorway. Sensing her presence, he looked over at her. They just started at each other for several heartbeats. Confusion hung in the air between them.
"How can you-?" Obi-Wan started to ask.
"I don't know. Earlier, when dad and Qui-Gon was still here, I heard your plans and sense your feelings. I can't explain it." she said.
"We have no bond or any real connection." he stated.
"Who knows. Maybe it was a fluke."
Obi-Wan shrugged his shoulders. Sighing, Anya walked over to him and put her arms around him. He enfolded her in his arms and pulled her closer.
"I'm sorry." Obi-Wan said staring into her eyes.
"I know."
"I wish you can tell me. You can trust me."
"I know I can trust you. I trust you with my life. But like what I said before, I have my reasons. I promise, I'll tell you later. Do you trust me?"
"Anya, I trust you, deeply. And I love you. It feels like you can't trust me. Like your dream. I have a feeling it's connected with Naboo. I know you lied earlier today. Before advanced philosophy, when you talked to Windu. If we're going to be lovers, you should be able to trust me. Maybe I can help." Obi-Wan exclaimed.
"I wish I can tell you, Obi. But I can't. I'm afraid if I do, you'll stop me. This, I guess you can say a secrete mission, for me. I promised myself when the Naboo mission approached, I would do everything to make sure something doesn't happen. You must trust me on this. And I love you, too." Anya explained.
Obi-Wan saw the determination in her eyes and knew when to give up. "Okay." he said stroking her fire red hair.
"So, what's for dinner? I'm starving."
A wicked grinned slowly appeared. Recognizing that grin, Anya tried to pull back some. But the grip Obi-Wan had around her, tighten. "It's not dinner, you should be worried about. It's desert."
Anya knew what her lover meant. She tried to squirm out of his grip but he held her tight. She tried to push him away. That didn't work. She even tried using the Force. Obi-Wan didn't budge. The grin got bigger with each attempt. Finally, Anya gave in. Seeing her defeated, he kissed her passionately. The kiss was returned. Anya's lips partly slightly and Obi-Wan's tongue slipped into her mouth. Tongue meet tongue. A moan escaped Obi-Wan as Anya explored his mouth. Passion consumed them. Lust was slowly rising up in Obi-Wan. He can feel it tightening in his leggings. Another moan escaped as Anya's hand slide down his back to cup his ass. By now, his control was stretched. His legs were starting to shark with need. He needed her. If she didn't stop, he would have to take her there in the kitchen.
Anya's pent up need for Obi-Wan was now controlling her. She wanted, needed the man who was wrapped in her arms. It's been almost a whole week since she was able to make love to this gorgeous man. Over the past week, they had hardly seen each other. With classes and training, the time they managed to get, they were either tiered or only had a few hours. She can feel his control stretching to its braking point. She loved to teas him until he has to beg. Especially at climax. A moan escaped her as Obi-Wan started to explore her mouth. The free hand joined the other on his ass and she squeezed.
Obi-Wan's control snapped. He needed to take her before he came. He didn't care where they were at. The hands squeezed again. Obi-Wan wanted to touch her skin. Needed to touch it. He started to pull the openings of her tunics apart when Anya suddenly jerked back. The sudden movement startled him. Obi-Wan was confused. Did he accidentally hurt her? Or was it that she didn't want him at that moment. He looked puzzled at her.
"Is something burning?" she asked.
Obi-Wan sniffed the air and smell something. He sniffed again and realized what it was. "Dinner!" Braking away, he turned to the cooking unit to see smoke coming out from under the lid to a pan. When he went to grab the lid, Obi-Wan jerked his hand way with a hiss as pain shot through his hand and up his arm. Grabbing a small towel nearby, he used it to pick up the lid. Smoke pored out of the pan. As he was tossing the lid into the sink, Anya turned off the heat to the burner.
"There goes dinner." he said as he waved some of the smoke away.
"What was it?" she asked staring at the charcoal remains of their dinner.
"Tayum cooked in Mon Calamari wine." Obi-Wan said disappointed as he laid the pan in the sink.
Disappointment rolled over Anya. She loved tayum cooked in Mon Calamari wine. It was a rare treat for her. Tayum was only found in the deep oceans on Mon Calamari. The fish is hard to catch do to it's unique color. The fish could blend in with almost anything. It has the ability to change colors when it pleases. The only way to tell if something is a tayum fish is by its eyes. The eyes are a strange orange-pinkish color. When laying up against a surface, the only thing visible is the eyes. The oval shape of the body stands vertical. A small fin attached to the end of the body helps the fish to move about. The head is attached the body by a small neck. The neck allows the head to move back and forth when searching for food. Tinny legs on the bottom of the body also helps move the fish through the water. Because they hard to catch, they are also expensive. On his last trip to Mon Calamari, Valin brought some back for Anya, knowing how she loves it.
"There's the stew and the sticky rolls." she said laying a hand on his arm.
"I wanted to make something special." The disappointment clearly shown on his face.
"Don't worry about. It's the thought that counts." she said kissing him on the check.
Dinner went quickly. There wasn't must talking. Nothing needed to be said with words. Their eyes did it all. The lust and desire still filled Obi-Wan. Several times he tried to taper down his feelings and the throbbing in his leggings. With each passing minute, he can feel his control stretching. But he would wait until after dinner. Obi-Wan watched Anya as she slowly ate. He couldn't believe how calm she was compare to him.
Smiling to herself, Anya watched as Obi-Wan tried to remain calm. She can sense the desire and lust and can imagine what it was doing to his lower anatomy. Ah, victory. Sweet victory. She loved it when she got the best of him. Looking across the table, a surge of love and her own desire washed over her. She had never felt this way towards anyone. Not even Mallory. A pang of hurt and anger rippled its way through her. Obi-Wan sensed the sudden change and reach over to take her hand. The lust and desire was replaced with concern and worry and then asked what was wrong.
"I was thinking about something." Anya said softly.
"What was it?"
Anya didn't want to tell Obi-Wan. She didn't want him to become angry. Even though he kind of knows about Mallory and her. But he didn't know the whole truth. He didn't know about them being engaged. And she was hoping it stay that way.
When she didn't answer, Obi-Wan stretched out with his senses. He wrapped the Force around her. Hurt and anger rolled off her in rays. He knew someone had caused the sudden change in her. He prodded a little deeper. Anya's shields where up tight and weren't allowing him access. He pushed a little hard and was surprised to feel the shields give way. There. A face appeared alone with a name. Mallory. An old love that turned evil and tried to kill a good friend. He knew that wound was still fresh.
Obi-Wan took the other hand in his and gave them a gentle squeeze "I know it must be hard to have someone who you care about turn to evil. I never had it happen to me. But Qui-Gon knows. His last padawan, Xanatos, turned to the Dark Side. He valid to never take on another padawan. The trust he had for Xanatos was shattered. Qui-Gon believed he could never be able to trust another apprentice without thinking if he or she or it will turn. I taught him something on Bandomeer. And over the years, the trust between us grew. Now, I think of Qui-Gon as a friend, teacher, and father. And he thinks the same for me, as a student, friend and son. Don't let something out of your control bother you. You didn't bring him back. Who or what ever brought him back, is up to no good. Evil is always no good. Besides, he's not here. I am." A small grin appeared at the corners of his lips.
"I know. It's just hard to forget and move on." she said. "Especially when he's still lose out there somewhere."
"Try to put him out of your mind. Concentrate on the here and now." her lover said.
Anya closed her eyes and tried to release her anger at Mallory into the Force. But images flashed before her eyes. The hurt of betrayal and anger grew even more. Obi-Wan had sensed this and sent a wave of love and calm towards her. But he was only met a wall. The hurt and anger had built a wall around her. He tried again but failed. He didn't like sensing her like this. If her emotions took control of her, she may fall to the Dark Side. Anya knew she was stepping close to the Dark Side. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly.
"There are times when I closed I eyes, I can still smell or feel him close by. The love he had for me, rolling off him like a ray from a bright sun. I trusted him with my life, my heart. When he came back, I thought it was a miracle. I prayer came true. But then, he tried to kill Wes. Almost did if we didn't find him. He had kidnapped Ty and Alex so they wouldn't ruin his plan. He wanted to kill Wes to get him out of the way."
"Why?" Obi-Wan let her talk. This was the first time she openly talked about what had occurred when Mallory came back from dead. Actually, this was the first time she even talked about, not as a friend. But as a lover.
"Me." Anya said softly.
She stood and went over to the couch. Obi-Wan followed her over and sat next to her. She tucked her legs up under her. Sadness was etched over her face. Her eyes had taken on a sad, far away look. Seeing her like this, caused Obi-Wan's heart to ache. He sent love and support to her. And this time, it wrapped itself around her. The hurt and anger faded away. He knew in his heart this was something she had to do. Sometimes talking about it helps heal the wounds.
"Mallory loved me deeply. The same way you love me. Maybe a little less. He had a crush on me since I was seven years old. You see, Mallory's seven years older then I. He had kept it a secrete. It wasn't until I was nine and he was sixteen that he realized that the crush he had for me turned into love. He had fallen in love with me. One day, dad found out about it. He had told him to keep the feelings inside until I was old enough. Preferably when I'm thirty. He didn't want Mallory's feelings for me interrupt my training. Mallory agreed. He let it slipped one time. He thought I didn't noticed it. But I did. Then I went to the university. Before I left, he as going to tell me. But dad stopped him again. Going to the university was a big deal for me. And if he told me then, dad was afraid I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my studies." she explained.
"Mallory agreed. Not too happy though?" Obi-Wan finished.
Anya shook her head. "No. He didn't like it. But he agreed. A week after I graduated, when the war started, he finally told me. I was thrilled. Right before he let it slipped that one time, I realized I had feelings for him. I thought it was a crush. I as only fifteen. But no. It was love I was feeling. I thought I loved him enough to marry him." Anya said, casting her eyes to the floor.
Marriage! Somehow the idea of Anya being engaged shocked him. "You were engaged?" He couldn't help keep that shock and jealousy from his voice.
Anya had heard the shock and the jealousy. "Yes, I was." She touched the necklaces around her neck. One Obi-Wan knew was the pendent Luke and Mara had made for her when she was born. I wore the engagement ring on my necklace. I took if off after what he did."
"What happened?" He had to know. He wanted to know what had caused the engagement to brake.
"Mom and dad were throwing an engagement party for us. Something caused dad to ask me to make sure of my feelings. Did I love Mallory enough to marry him. Over the next several days, I meditated on my feelings. I realized that my feelings for him were mixed. I knew when he asked me. But then, I don't know. I guess you can say I really didn't love him that much. I told Mallory the engagement was off until I could straighten out my feelings. He was hurt. But he understood. He didn't want to rush me into something I didn't want.
"A short time after, he was killed in a battle. He was seriously wounded and was brought back to Yavin where he died several days later. I was there when he died. I had given the ring back to him. But he told me to keep it and when I straightened out my feelings and was series about marrying him, all I would have to do was slip the ring back on. I had kept it in a small box in my room. His dying wish was for me to keep the ring close to my heart, a remembrance of his love for me."
Anya tightly closed her eyes. She was fighting to keep the tears back. She didn't want Obi-Wan to see how Mallory's death and re-birth had caused her so much pain. Obi-Wan already knew. He could sense the struggling emotions inside her. He reached over and took her hand. Raising it to his lips, he gently kissed her palm. When she reopened her eyes, he could see unshed tears.
"You don't have to continue if you don't want to." he said softly.
"No. I want to. It's best you know." She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I didn't realized that I did love him until after his funeral. All the Jedi were there. Dad had brought his parents to Yavin. He was close with him. He loved his parents every much. They were poor merchants from Chandrila. When the funeral was over, dad told me that there was something in Mallory's room for me. He had left me something. Laying on his bed was a comchip. On it was a message from Mallory. He had fallen in love with me when we were nine and sixteen. And he will always love me. And maybe we can be together within the Force."
"What did he leave?"
"He wanted me to have his lightsaber. He was a great Jedi. One of the best. Some of the other students and even some of the masters joked about how he'll be the youngest member on the council. Right before his death, the council was thinking of asking him to take a seat." Anya said.
"If he did lived, would he taken the seat?" And would you have married him? He wanted to ask.
"I think he would. And no. I wouldn't have married him."
Obi-Wan was stunned. She had answered his unspoken question. Somehow she had heard that thought. "Yes, I loved him. But not enough to marry him. The love was more towards friendship. Besides, I was battling other feelings, emotions for someone else."
He want, needed to know who the other feelings belonged too. "Who?"
Anya looked into his blue eyes. "You."
Obi-Wan's heart felt as if skipped a beat. For the past two years, he had prayed she loved him. If she kept him in her heart. Now he knew. It was the feelings for him that caused Anya and Mallory to brake up. He felt relieved, glade. All this time, she loved him.
"I had fallen in love with you before I even met you. Laying on that bed, I saw you and Qui-Gon walk in and something inside me, I can't explain it. Melted, giddiness, perhaps. I was attracted to you. And when Windu introduced you, I was stunned. Standing before me was the legendary Obi-Wan Kenobi, dad's first teacher. Not the old man who started his training, but the apprentice. And I didn't care. As I spent more time with you, the more I started to find myself falling in love." Anya smiled. The sadness was gone from her face and love replaced it. She reached over to cup his check.
"I never told you because I didn't want us to get hurt. I knew I would be leaving and never return. I didn't think it was fair to start a relationship and then end it so quickly. I suspected your feelings for me. But when he said them that day in the garden, I nearly jumped for joy. I kept my love and your love here," She laid her other hand over her heart. "It was as if the Force was trying to tell me I was never meant to be with Mallory."
"We were meant to be together." Obi-Wan finished her thought.
"I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
"And I love you, Anya Skywalker."
Obi-Wan pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. Their lips met. The desire that had faded a short time ago, quickly returned. Their hearts pounding against their rib cages. Gently, Obi-Wan laid her down on the couch. Using his free hand, he undone her belt and started working on getting the sash off. A sharp pain exploded in Anya back. The pain made her squirm. Obi-Wan looked down at her concern.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Something is jabbing me in the back." she answered.
"Where?"
"The middle of my back." Her face scrunched up in pain.
Obi-Wan slide one of his arms under her. Towards the center of her back, he found the source of the pain. The object was round and smooth. The outer casing was metal. Tugging it from under her, he held it up. It was Anya's lightsaber.
"That's were I left it." Anya said.
"Lucky for the both us, it didn't turn on." Obi-Wan said with a mischievous grin. Laying the saber on the end table, he went back to kiss her. Anya placed a finger on his lips.
"How about somewhere more comfortable?" she suggested.
"I know the perfect spot."
Picking her up into his arms, their lips came together in a passionate kiss. He carried her into the bedroom. Using the Force, Obi-Wan hit the door release, closing it. Laying her on the bed, he finished taking off her sash. The piece of cloth went flying to some unknown part of the room. Pleasure rolled over her as Obi-Wan opened her tunics. Warmth of the room flooded her skin. Those delicious lips licked their way over her cheekbone to capture a patch of sensitive skin of her neck. A moan escaped Anya as Obi-Wan's hands brushed the bare skin of her shoulders as he slide the tunics off.
Obi-Wan's desire was painfully pushing against his leggings. He wasn't sure how long his control was going to last. He had missed Anya. The taste of her lips and the feel of her hands as she explores every inch of his body. Their desires for each other, filling the room. To them, it felt like months had past. Instead of only a week.
As his lips moved from her neck to capture her earlobe, he undid the string of the leggings. Leaning up on his knees, he stared down at the beautiful image before him. Taking a hold of the waist, he slid the leggings down over her legs. Once they were off, the clothing went flying.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
"Of course. We can't have that now, can we?"
Obi-Wan frantically got his own clothes off. Relief flooded him once his leggings were off. Straddling, he leaned down to kiss her. Their love flowed into each other as their bodies intertwined.
Their lovemaking was slow. Neither one wanted to rush it. Being separated for a week, they just wanted to be with each other. Obi-Wan had never loved anyone before he met Anya. And after meeting her, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. When they first started dating, Anya had told him that she learned that the Old Jedi forbid love. No one was allowed to love. But some had gone against it. One was Anakin and his marriage to Amidala. Another was Qui-Gon. He and Tahl had fallen in love. But before they could do anything, Tahl was murdered.
Obi-Wan remember that time. He had felt sorry for Qui-Gon. His master was charge by it. There were times when he wished Tahl were alive. For Qui-Gon, Bant and for the Jedi. But that was in the past. Now was the moment. There were times, he knew, that Qui-Gon thought of her. Especially now that he was seeing Anya. The master and padawan had a long talk that night. Qui-Gon was happy for his student. Obi-Wan had found someone to love and who loves him back. When asked if his was hurt or even a little envy, Qui-Gon replied that he was neither. But a little sad at times. But he knew he will be reunited with Tahl one day.
Using the Force, Anya rolled Obi-Wan over on his back and pinned him down. A wicked smile appeared on her face. She slide down and settled between his legs. He watched as she started to tease. A groan escaped as he tilted his back.
Anya learned that some things had charge since she left the first time. One such change was that the Jedi were allowed to love, marry and have a family. At first, she was afraid that the council would forbid love. But when the two were called before the council, the council warned them not to let their love come first. They were Jedi first and lovers second. It was Yoda who suggested to Obi-Wan one night that if he intended to ask Anya to marry him, he should wait until after he's Knighted and to ask Luke's permission. Qui-Gon agreed with his formal master. Obi-Wan haven't thought about it ever since.
Pleasure rolled over him as Anya finally took him. He hissed in disappointment as Anya licked her up back up his body. She captured his lips passionately as she started to moved against him.
Obi-Wan looked into Anya's eyes. In those eyes, he saw love, courage, caring. He found himself falling in love all over again. But then, the love in those eyes vanished and something else, to which he couldn't make out, appeared. Then all of a sudden, as if a powerful Force wave slammed into him, the dream showed itself. But he only saw part of it.
The dream had someone dying. A good friend. Anya's words echoed in his mind. Dying. Friend.
The name screamed at him. Qui-Gon! Could she be talking about Qui-Gon? Could the dream be his death? The same dream he had two years ago? Wait, it wasn't a dream. It did happened.
"Is the dream connected with Naboo?" Obi-Wan blurted out. He had to know. His heart was racing. Not from the lovemaking but from the need to know. Anya stiffened. "The friend in your dream, is it Qui-Gon?"
Anya's blue/green eyes stared deep into his. A jolt hit him as he could see into her. He saw part of the duel with the Sith warrior. The part where Qui-Gon was killed. He then understood her motive. And he knew of her plan to save Qui-Gon!
"You're going to try to save Qui-Gon." he said just above a whisper.
She nodded her head. "I'm asking the council to let me go instead. Maybe with Qui-Gon alive, things will turn out differently."
Obi-Wan was quite. Too quite for Anya. She didn't know what he was thinking. "Obi-Wan, please, don't tell him. If he knew, he might try to stop me. And I fear if he goes, he will die."
Anya slide off and sat next to him as Obi-Wan sat up. He was still quite. Heart bests turned into seconds that turned into minutes. Fear was rolling up from her stomach. She was afraid of what her lover was thinking. She was afraid to ask.
"I'm not mad." he said after several long minutes. "When I had that dream two years ago and you confirmed it, every mission we went on, I was. . . worried. . . scared that Qui-Gon will die. I have known him for half my life. He was my teacher, my friend. How can I go on if he died? Over the years, he became more then my teacher and friend. A father. Qui-Gon's like a father to me. There were times when I wished he were my father. I really don't know my parents and brother. Sometimes Owen will send a message, telling how things were doing and ask how I was doing. There were only a hand full of times I went to visit them. But. . . Qui-Gon is one of the most important things in my life."
"What are the other things?"
"Being a Jedi Knight," He turned to look at her. He reached up and gently stroke her cheek. "And you." His hand dropped away and Obi-Wan turned back around. "When I close my eyes or sometimes when I'm trying to meditate, images, memories of a future that hasn't happened yet, come to me. It was once in a while I would have them. But about a month before you arrived, it had gotten worse. Qui-Gon wanted to talk about it. But I was afraid of telling that I see myself about ten years from now and how I had failed as a master and my student turned to the Dark Side and killed the Jedi. That the only two surviving Jedi were Yoda, who was hiding on Dagobah and myself, living in the Dune Sea, watching a boy, the Jedi's only hope of survival, grow up until he was ready to be trained. How can I tell my master that I might have been a cause to the destruction of the Jedi? That I failed his dying wish?"
Anya scooted closer. She laid her hand on his back and started to rub smoothing circles. "Who to say any of that will happen? There's been minor differences since I left, has there?" Obi-Wan nodded. "If there's been differences, then maybe things will change. That's what I'm hoping for. Changing the future."
"If the future changes, then you might change also. Or not even exist."
"For some reason, I have a feeling my life and that of my father and everyone else in the future, will be the same. Only time will tell." she said.
"What I remember, is it true?"
Anya knew what he meant. "When I found your quarters in the Temple, I stumbled upon a journal. The journal belonged to one Obi-Wan Kenobi. I read it. The journal stopped right at the start of the Jedi plague. Before my father and aunt were born. There was mention of Amidala and the fast approaching birth of the twins and the feeling that the twins were in danger from Anakin. How they were a threat to him. That they should be separated and placed into hiding. There was a brief period where you, or he, hated Qui-Gon for dying and making you promise to train Anakin. Through the old Temple records and personal journals and reports, I learned a lot about the old Jedi. I learned what really happened before and during the Jedi plague. What I'm trying to say is, yes. All the things you are remembering happened to Obi-Wan Kenboi. A possible different Obi-Wan. You may not experience any of those."
"Tell me something," Obi-Wan turned to face her. His face was lined with a haunted expression. "You know what happened and how I or he felt during that time, what do you think? What do you think should have happened? Be honest, please."
She was quite as she thought the question over. How can she tell him without hurting? "Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"You weren't ready. You were just knighted and had lost your master. You didn't have the experience to teach another. You were still learning. That's why Knights wait a couple of years before taking on a padawan. Qui-Gon should have never asked you to train him. To me, he knew you weren't ready. Why he did what he did, I'll never know. There must have had to be a reason for it. Yes, Anakin was Force-sensitive and the Chosen One. But someone else, a master who had experience, should have taught him. Like Yoda or Windu. Not you. If Anakin had a different master, who to say he would have turned to the Dark Side. From what I read and saw, the boy was full of fear before he started his training. I sense much fear in you. That's what Yoda said during Anakin's testing. That fear drove him to anger, then to hate, then to suffering, then to the Dark Side and then to Darth Vader. I don't know what to say that will ease your suffering. It seems what I'm saying is just hurting you."
"You're not hurting me. It seems like the Force wants me to remember a different future." Obi-Wan grew quite. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be acting like this."
"Don't be sorry. It's all right. If you want to talk about it, get it off your chest, just do it. You know I'll be here. Like you were for me."
Obi-Wan took her hands and lightly kissed them. "I love you. And I don't care whose daughter you are."
"And I love you, too. And I don't care about the past or future for that matter. Lets live in the moment. Clouded the future is."
Obi-Wan chucked at Anya's impression of Yoda. "Save Qui-Gon we must." That got a chuckle from her. "I won't tell him. What you're trying to do. . . If you need help with the council tomorrow morning, let me know and I'll be there."
"Thank you for understanding."
Obi-Wan smiled and his blue eyes sparkled. Their lips met passionately. Gently, he pushed Anya back down on the bed. He settled on top of her as his hands explored every inch of her flesh. The heat of their passion was building up. Obi-Wan grabbed hold of Anya's legs under the knees and thrust into her. Anya grabbed a handful of sheets and moan as pleasure rolled over her. Obi-Wan's thrusts became harder and faster. With one final thrust, both Anya and Obi-Wan cried out.
At that moment, when they climaxed, their eyes locked. Neither one could breath. Then their souls reached out to each other and joined, as one soul. It felt like one soul, but in two psychical forms. It only lasted for several seconds. But to Obi-Wan and Anya, it felt like a lifetime. But in those few seconds, they saw and knew each other.
Memories flooded Anya. Memories of Obi-Wan's past. The images flow by quickly. She saw a small baby, about six months old, being taken from his mother's arms by a figure in a brown robe. Then it flashed to a seven year old, watching two Knights sparring, with hopes in his eyes. Obi-Wan, about eleven or twelve, accidentally tripping another student and that student started calling him "Owfy"-Wan. Begging Qui-Gon to take him as a Padawan learner and then boarding a ship, hopes of becoming a Jedi Knight dashed. More images flashed by. Images of her lover holding a destination trigger to his neck, willing to sacrifice himself so Qui-Gon could save the people up on the surface. Siri and Adi Gallia fighting to rescue Qui-Gon in a libratory. A very injured sixteen old and his master sitting beside him, silently praying he would live. And after the young man finally awoke, Qui-Gon telling him he was like a son. In the images, she saw Obi-Wan grow up into a man and stronger in the Force.
Ob-Wan, too, saw Anya's memories. Almost her whole life was laid out before him. He watched a two-year-old Anya tries to play with Artoo while using a lightsaber. A small little girl, about four, curled up in a corner, holding a raged Ewok doll and crying for her mommy and daddy, as a strange woman try to calm her down. Arguments with Luke about attending the university. Graduating, her first kiss with Mallory, being tortured and raped almost to death, meeting Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, the deaths of two close friends. Hearing about the invasion of Coruscant and helping with the wounded refugees that followed. Obi-Wan also felt the shock, hope, and fear of Mallory's return from the dead. And the joy she felt when she was reunited with he and Qui-Gon. Through the memories, he saw and felt the ordeal she had gone through.
Then the connection broke and their souls were two again. Their eyes were still locked. Their hearts beating faster then a podracer. Neither one spoke or couldn't.
Slowly, Obi-Wan slid off and sat beside her. He noticed Anya was trembling. So was he.
"W-w-what just happened?" Anya asked, her voice shaky.
"I don't know." Obi-Wan replied softly.
"I saw you about to sacrifice your life so Qui-Gon could warn the miners."
"And I saw you being forced to watch as they killed a young girl before your eyes."
Anya looked away as tears were threatening to escape. Obi-Wan lied a hand on her arm. He knew in his heart that memory still haunts her. He didn't want to upset her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"I know. It's just that memory. . ."
"Want to talk about it?"
"The little girl was an apprentice. Deete. She was about eleven. She and her master were on a mission when Deete disappeared. I can still remember every minute of that day."
"What happened? Or is it too painful?"
Anya placed her hand over his and gave her lover a small smile. "I was sitting in my cell, nursing the newest wounds I got the day before. Two guards came for me and took me to main chambers. Quazare told me he had surprise for me. Someone from home. That's when two other guards brought in Deete. She was trying to struggle from them. When she saw me, the guards let her go and she ran to me. I asked her if she was all right. She didn't get a chance to reply. The guards who brought her in, dragged her away. Quazare had a proposition for me. He'll let Deete go, if I. . ." Anya struggled with the words she was about to say. "If I be his pleasure slave again.
"I refused. One of the guards pulled some sort of needle and jammed it into the base of her skull. Her cry of pain was deafening. She begged me to stop them. He asked me again. I still refused. They stabbed her again. They kept doing it. Over and over again. Deete kept begging me to stop it. I couldn't take it any longer. I didn't want her to suffer. I gave in. I told him I would do it. I thought he was going to let her go. But I was wrong. The guard jammed the needle into her and the next thing I knew, her eyes turned blank, lifeless and she slumped over. He killed her anyway. He knew I would cave in eventually.
"My mind must have blocked it out. I didn't remember what happened until months later. After I woke in the infirmary at the temple, here on Coruscant. It came rushing back while I was sleeping. For weeks after, I blamed myself for Deete's death."
"You must have gotten over it." Obi-Wan said.
"One night, back on Yavin, Deete's sprite came. She told me not to blame myself. It was the will of the Force. Quazare was planning on killing her anyway. It took several more weeks before I finally stopped blaming myself and recovered from it."
Silence hung in the air as Anya finished the story. Using the back of her hand, she wiped the tears away that had fallen during the story. Anya's heart contracted and it hurt. Not because she had blamed herself for Deete's death. But because she was a pawn for Quazare to get Anya into bed with him. As quickly as the hurt came, it was gone.
"It doesn't hurt as much anymore. It's still hurts a little. Knowing she died because of Quazare's lust to have me." She took several deep breaths to calm herself. At times like this, she had learned that taking deep breaths would calm her nervous, then letting the Force calm her. "So, are you going to tell me about Bandomeer? Or do I have to read reports and journal enters?"
Obi-Wan gave a small smile. Bandomeer, where his dreams of becoming a Jedi Knight were almost shattered. And where those dreams became a reality again. Looking back on that day, thirteen years ago.
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