A/N: Wow. NO REVIEWERS! GAAAAAH. Has ANYONE read this! Is it REALLY that bad? –sighs-

Obi-Wan Kenobi was not one smooth ladies' man. He was close to the antithesis of a ladies' man. He had not ever had any sexual encounters with a woman. Not even the smallest displays of affection had happened with Obi-Wan. That is how into his job he was. He took the whole "NO RELATIONSHIPS WITH DA LADIES" thing way to seriously. If there was an attractive gal around, he would immediately turn and start talking non-stop to Anakin. Anakin how ever would just sort of be like "Uh-huh…yeah…and then what happened?" and tilt his head at an angle just to see the lady's behind. Until recently. Obi-Wan noticed that recently Anakin was focusing on his work rather than the women. He seemed to only pay attention to Padme. Obi-Wan shrugged it off.

Right now, the Jedi Master was pacing his quarters, hands behind his back. Had he made a mistake? Were these two little girls going to be behaved? Would the younglings be nice to them? Would they all get along? Would they go at each other's throats? Where was he going to lunch? What was he to wear? What the hell was he thinking about what he was to wear? What was she going to wear? Would he become attracted to this woman? What would the Council think if he did? What if it was to be a secret relationship? WHAT WAS HE THINKING!

Obi-Wan tripped and hit the wall. He rubbed the back of his head and made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat. It was…11:59 AM. He immediately sprang to his feet and took off at a fast walk down the corridor to the main entrance. As soon as the front door was in view, it swung open and there they were. He mentally was having a spaz. However, Obi-Wan kept his cool and sauntered neatly over to the three. The little ones curtsied politely and spoke in broken unison, "Thank you for having us, Master Kenobi."

The Jedi was quite taken aback. He hadn't expected the two girls to be so…polite with strangers. They spoke articulately so he could hear every last sound in the words. He bowed slightly. "It is a pleasure. Right this way, m'ladies." He held out a hand, as if inviting them in. In his chest, his heart was pounding wildly. He seemed so cool and collected on the outside though.

Walking at the dainty little daughters' pace and just behind them so he was still visible, he guided them into the room where the younglings of around 4 and 5 began building their knowledge of the ship's parts by playing in one that had the engine disabled. It wasn't a terribly large ship, but it was big enough to fill up a very large room. He noted how neat and fragile they looked in their knee-length pink dresses embroidered in yellow flowers. They had their hair braided into two braids on either side of their heads with white bows at the end, holding the golden blonde locks in their twisted form. They had on little white sandals and white socks with frills around the tops. They looked like…baby dolls. They were so perfect with their rosy, slightly chubby cheeks and long lashes. Their proud mother walked behind them.

Obi-Wan's heart nearly stopped when he really took in Sanura. If it wasn't for his will to live, he might have fallen over and died. He had forgotten how…elegant and classy she was and yet how normal she dressed. She wore an ankle-length white skirt that was quite flowy and moved like it was waving in the breeze with every step she took. A belt of large, leather circles embroidered in the same yellow flowers hung low on her hips and without belt loops. Her feet had brown sandals on them. Very simple sandals. Nothing like 5 inch stilettos. Her shirt was very natural. It was a tan-colored v-neck three-quarter sleeved shirt with a white camisole underneath, hiding everything that would have been showing had she not worn it. It had no designs on it, and it really brought the belt out. Her hair was in its natural state of gentle, pale blonde curls. Her eyes…oh…her eyes…but oh….her eyebrows. Anywho, her eyes had a light blue powder above them that brought out the paleness of the green. Her long, blonde lashes had no artificial lengtheners. Her eyes were lined in a brown, thin line that made them really…noticeable. And pretty. Her nose…was her nose…Her lips were covered in a simple gloss. Her skin glowed as usual and it was even paler than he remembered. Oh she was beautiful. Obi-Wan snapped out of his trance.

"Young Jedi!" He announced to the room of screeching and running boys. They immediately skidded to a stop on their little heels and turned to listen to the Mater Jedi. "You have two new playmates for today. This," he gestured towards the smaller of the two and most certainly the more fragile, "is Naomi. And this, " he gestured towards the slightly taller one, "Is Savannah. Play nice." He had a slightly warning tone in his voice. With a raise of his eyebrows and a steady, firm gaze, Obi-Wan turned on his heel, offering a polite hand to Sanura. She took it with elegance to it. She was so small compared to Obi-Wan standing at a mere five feet.

"Where to, Ms. Palette?"

"First, please, call me Sanura. Secondly, just a little pub down the street. If your duties call, it'll be just a short drive away!" She flashed a large, silly grin. Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile and laugh a bit at it.

"Thank you for…keeping that in mind."

"No problem. We're takin' the Kick Ass Cruiser. Okay? Okay."

Obi-Wan was not given a chance to answer. He was given a light push into the beat up ship.

"Buckle up, Obi-Wan!" Sanura buckled her safety belt and quickly turned the ship on. Obi-Wan was tossed forward before he could even buckle up. Then to the left he was tossed and into Sanura.

"Sorry! Sorry sorry." He apologized over and over again. He didn't quite move yet.

Playfully, Sanura gave his head a little push up. "I know it's tempting just to lay there, but I gotta drive honey."

"Honey?"

"I call everyone honey, sweetie, doll, sugar. Don't start feelin' special." She stood up as high as she could, searching for a parking space. "AHA! THERE'S ONE!" She swerved the car the left again, and Obi-Wan held on to something to the right. He didn't fall into Sunara's lap this time. Quickly turning the ship off, she unbuckled and flicked a switch, which opened both doors and stepped out. "Have a fun drive?" She gave a short, mischievous wink.

Obi-Wan felt odd. He couldn't tell if he was nervous, content or what-the-who. He had no idea what he was feeling. He turned his head slightly in the opposite direction and smoothed his hair back. Sanura laughed.

"I'll take that as a no."

Obi-Wan shrugged. "It wasn't the most enjoyable experience I've ever had."

She smiled.

Obi-Wan's defenses slowly lowered. Perhaps he could relax. Chill out. Drink a tall, cool Budweiser! (A/N: XD)

"Welcome to Pete's Pub. What a unique name, huh?" She said sarcastically.

"Oh, lovely name. I'm sure there are only about…hmm…one million two hundred ninety two thousand three hundred and two of Pete's Pub in the galaxy."

Sanura stared. "Really…articulate and particular, huh?"

The Jedi scratched the back of his neck. "You could say that." He opened the door to the pub and was immediately greeted by the sound of glass, heavy plates being set on tables and mugs of beer being slid across a counter top. Then he heard Sanura yell at the top of her lungs, "PETE! Yeah, HEY! I'VE GOT A FRIEND! WE'RE GONNA SIT ON THE PATIO, OK? OK!"Then he heard a loud "OK! I'll BE RIGHT WITCHA SANURA!"

"Right this way, Master Kenobi."Her pale green gaze met his brown eyes and made them follow hers wherever they went. She grabbed a couple menus from a box and made her way through the relatively empty pub and out the back door. She opened the door for him and a large beam of natural light blinded him. He squinted and stepped out. It was a cement patio with black, well sculpted, iron tables and chairs. Each table had a little colorful plant on it and a set of silverware wrapped up in a cloth napkin. It was surprisingly nice for a Pete's Pub.

Sanura tossed Obi-Wan a thick, slightly heavy menu. "They've got EVERYTHING in it. Seriously. You want ribs? You get ribs. You want champagne? You get champagne. It's CRAZY!" She quickly slid the menu away from her. "And I want ribs and a beer. So I shall get ribs and a beer."

He laughed. "Umm…I guess…I'll have…ribs and a water…" His eyes wandered over the page of small printed dishes. Some he hadn't even heard of. Some he wish he didn't hear of. (Or in this case read of.) For example: THE BIG B.O. Buffalo Organs coated in a delicious sauce made of the finest herbs and bananas. The thought sent a shiver up his spine. He pointed this out to Sanura. She immediately shrieked in laughter and "EW EW EW EW EW's!"

The Pete fellow toddled on out of the door. He was actually a very tall, thin man with long black hair and a pair of thin glasses and a lip ring. This surprised Obi-Wan. He had expected a very…thick man with a red face from drinking. They quickly placed their orders, got their drinks and began to go into a deep conversation about their philosophy of life.

Sanura began. "My philosophy on life? Hmm…life is like…life is like an hourglass glued to the table. You can't turn it over and start over fresh. So live while you can. Seize the moment. Be crazy. Fall in love and don't be afraid of love. If one is forbidden from love or living life as it should be lived, do it anyways! However…my philosophy isn't the greatest in the world. It was actually the result of Savannah. So…then I had to get married and then after 'seizing the moment' two more times, there's Naomi and the little one is Christine."

Obi-Wan laughed at this. Sanura noted that he had a lovely laugh. She wished she could get him to laugh more often. He responded seriously though. "What happened to their father?"

Sanura sighed and rested her head in her hand. "He died. He got shot by some anonymous crazy kid on crack or something on his way home from work. He was Verdi Jade's manager. That's why the guy laughed when you and Anakin asked who I was. Everyone who goes there knows who I am."

The Jedi Master seemed moved by this. "I'm so sorry. I don't mean to pry but…when did this happen?"

"About…two years ago."

"I'm so sorry."

"No need to be sorry. What's in the past is in the past. After all, yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery, and today's a gift. That's why they call it the present!" She smiled at the old quote. "I love that quote. It goes along with my whole 'seize the moment' philosophy." Sanura rocked back on her chair and used her fingers to quote "seize the moment."

Soon enough, their food arrived. Sanura was actually intoxicated a bit. No one would ever know, though. Quickly, she patted Pete on the shoulder and asked for another beer. He looked at her as if to say, "you sure, hon?" She shooed him off. He quickly returned with another one and took the empty bottle off to the recycle bin.

"SO Mister Jedi Master Kenobi! What's YOUR story?" Her words were beginning to become a TAD bit slurred. It was barely noticeable.

Obi-Wan immediately noticed this. This was turning out to be…awkward. He was soon enough going to be stuck with a drunk woman whom he barely even knew. "Oh, nothing special! Umm…" He had to think of something fast! "Is that a good beer?"

Sanura nodded. "Oh yeah! The best around! Why? Want some?" She offered him the bottle.

Obi-Wan mentally went 'PERFECT! She totally fell for it!' He said, however, "Sure." Actually, he despised beer. He much preferred more civilized things like…a nicely aged Merlot or an ice cold Chardonnay occasionally. He took the bottle warily. Sanura did not notice in the least bit. He took a sip. Not really a sip. A gulp. So that she wouldn't do anymore harm. And then another. It was finished. He set the bottle down. "Oh! That was…tasty." Mentally he was spitting it out and drinking water like crazy.

"Really? Here…I'll get you one. PE-"

"Really, that's ok. I just wanted to try it. So that…um next time I'll be sure to get it."

"OH! Awesome! A next time? I just love lunch at pubs. They're so much fun! I'll be SURE to call you up and take you some place else next time! Maybe you can choose next. Something tells me this isn't your cup of tea!" She was waving her hands around wildly along with her words.

Obi-Wan remembered the children. The color drained from his face. "Are you finished?" He realized how rude that sounded but shrugged it off.

"Oh yeah. Long done. I was just waiting for you! You slow poke!"

"How about I take you home?"

"Oh that'd be dandy."

"Well…just…hold on a second. I'll pay. It's the least I can do." He swiftly lay out more than enough money. "Now, come along."

Sanura attempted to get up, but was clearly unsteady.

"Do you want some help?"

She rubbed her temples. "Y-yeah…Oh my gosh…Obi-Wan I'm so sorry…This wasn't…I got so carried away…oh gosh…I'm so sorry!" Tears welled up into her pale green eyes.

It was almost more than Obi-Wan could stand. "No, no. Just let me take care of you." He wrapped her arm over his shoulders. She actually attempted to support herself unlike some of the people he had helped before. However, crying and walking drunk at the same time was not something that Sanura was any good at.

HEY! He was a Jedi Master! What made him think he couldn't carry a lady? Nothing! She looked underweight for a five foot woman. "Oh. Hold on tight. And UP we go." He picked her all the way up. Pete stood, shocked, staring. Obi-Wan mouthed "I PAID," to him. Pete nodded and gave a thumbs up. Obi-Wan sighed. Sanura's head was supported by the crook of his arm and her back by the rest. Her heaving sobs made her whole body rattle.

All he could hear was "Oh, Obi-Wan…I'm so sorry! So…so…sorry…sorry. My fault…damn…Pete…cut off…" and then it was all muffled cries. Maneuvering carefully out the door, he set her carefully in the passenger seat of the Kick Ass Cruiser like she was a china doll. He set her fragile head against the head rest and quickly ran over to the other side of the ship and without any troubles turned it on. He made slow, wide turns, careful not to unsettle Sanura. She had stopped her sobbing but was now very…disheveled. He quickly parked the beat up ship outside of the Jedi Temple and turned to Sanura. "Hey there. How are you feeling?" She shook her head as if saying "not good at all!" Not knowing what to do, he wiped away the smeared eyeliner. Thankfully, she had no mascara on that would make a complete mess. (A/N: That was me, not Obi-Wan! I promise!) Her neatly re-arranged the curls so they didn't looked quite as messy. Her lips were…ruined. He took a large leap for Jedi Knights longing to be involved romantically and wiped away the excess gloss that had smeared off onto his cloak while he had been carried her gently with his thumb. She smiled weakly. "Thank you so much. Just…don't tell the girls anything…please. Oh God, Obi-Wan! I'm so embarrassed. I'm so sorry." He simply patted her head gently and stroked her face. She desperately needed someone to be there. He could tell. This was the reason the Force was weak with her.

"There's no need to worry. I'll be here for you, Sanura."

She smiled again. "Well go get the girls." She spoke in a more motherly fashion now. He could tell she was trying to become more like a mother again. She was trying so hard.

Obi-Wan exited the vehicle and strode boldly inside to get the two girls. He swiftly entered the room where he had left them. He found Anakin sitting with them, the two girls on either side of him, dreamily gazing up at him, and the little boys were listening intently to his story of how he had saved Obi-Wan for the seventh time. The second Naomi and Savannah saw Obi-Wan, they sprang up and rushed to him. They looked up at him with their big green eyes and pleaded, "Could we come back again Master Kenobi? PLEASE!" He smiled and nodded. Of course they could come back! He felt as if their mother was now his responsibility. Naomi took his left hand and Savannah took his right. They waved goodbye to Anakin and the boys. They all waved back and shouted "Goodbye!"

He walked slowly at their pace and asked them if they had a good time. Of course they had. That bunch of boys were a fun little group. And with Anakin telling an embarrassing story of how he saved Obi-Wan, they were bound to want to come back again. They seemed to not notice at all that their mother had not come in to get them.

As soon as they reached the parking lot, Obi-Wan opened the door for them and they piled in the back. They each kissed their mother on the cheek who smiled back at them. She seemed to be trying so hard for them not to notice. She was actually doing a pretty good job. Obi-Wan flew them swiftly back to their humble apartment. He helped Sanura up the stairs and down the hallway. She ordered the girls to go to bed for their afternoon nap. They obeyed. Obi-Wan guided her to her room and helped her with the sheets and comforter. She really appreciated it. The baby sitter, Mion, nodded, knowing immediately what was going on and left. "She was great, Ms. Palette!" she yelled as she exited.

Obi-Wan heard Naomi and Savannah yell, "MOMMY! WE CAN'T SLEEP!" Sanura sighed and reached out to pat his cheek. "Obi-Wan…please…could you please sing them to sleep?"

He was speechless. "M-me? I'm sorry but I'm not a sing-"

"Please?"

He sighed. "Alright…"

And he did. It seemed to work. He simply hummed the only lullaby he knew over and over again softly…softly. They drifted to sleep quickly.

He quietly exited their room and went back into Sanura's. He found her fast asleep, facing upwards. "Good afternoon, Sanura." And with that he laid a gentle, friendly kiss upon her forehead."

A/N: GOOD LORD! THAT TOOK FOREVER! But it certainly was worth it. I think I did an excellent job with this one. –is all proud- Saw Episode III for the second time this evening. –is all proud again!-