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Notes: Please read parts one and two first if you have not done so already. Once again thank you to all of you who reviewed the last two parts. I really do appreciate it.
Obi-Wan's Daughter-Part 3
Almost immediately after he had decided to train her, Obi-Wan began to have doubts. Still, he knew it was the right decision. When Nemesis was old enough to understand and carry out simple tasks, he began instructing her telepathically. He knew she needed to become accustomed to his mental voice in her own. It was necessary for their already strong father-daughter bond to develop into a training bond.
The first few times he attempted this, Nemesis only looked at him. She was to busy trying to figure out why she could hear her Father's voice when his lips weren't moving to complete the task. After some time, though, she decided it wasn't necessary to know where the voice was coming from. She heard it and her father needed something done. That was all that mattered.
When she was three, Nemesis was not only able to understand why she was hearing her father's voice in her head, she was also able to project her words to him. Weather it was a good thing or not, Obi-Wan didn't know, but Nemesis used her newly found talent often.
*Daddy.*
*What is it, Sweetheart?*
*Is Dinner ready?*
*Soon. Why don't you go practice the breathing exercise I taught you until it's time to eat? *
*Okay*
Obi-Wan had to admit she was a fast learner. He also couldn't ignore the fact that he was proud of her. His little girl was going to be a Jedi. She would be one of the few chosen to return the order to the galaxy. He sighed. Until then there was a lot of training, and growing up, to do.
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Another year passed. Nemesis had taken to the idea of needing a bedtime story each night. At first, Obi-Wan had wanted to refuse. Nemesis, sensing the negative reply of her father coming, would blink her blue-green eyes and add a very sugar coated "Please?" for added effect.
Obi-Wan smiled. How could he say no to that? Those eyes looked up at him, his eyes. He had realized this long ago. She had those same oddly colored blue-green eyes that he had. And her dark Strawberry blonde hair was somewhere between the auburn his had been in his youth and her mother's dark blonde. He could definitely see both of them in their daughter.
Which was another reason he couldn't say no. Instead, he decided to use the bedtime story to his advantage. Often times he would take history lessons and weave them into intricate stories. He would watch the delight dancing in her eyes and know she was actually enjoying the history lesson.
Other times he would tell her stories Qui-Gon had told him. The same stories he had once told Anakin. Then there were times his stories were about his adventures with his Master, or Anakin, or both.
Nemesis' favorites were the ones about the female Jedi Knight with sapphire blue eyes and dark blonde, nearly brown hair. Unusual to her nature, Nemesis would listen until the entire story had been told before asking questions.
"Her name was Aidra Jinn." Obi-Wan began the story. "She was the daughter of my Master and my best friend. I think I've lost count of the many times we had saved each other's lives. But, I haven't forgotten the time I couldn't save her." He paused as if trying to force the memory back into the deepest depths of his mind and leave it there, forgotten.
"Daddy?" Nemesis asked. She wriggled out from underneath her covers and crawled into her father's lap. He held her against him.
"Daddy?" She asked again.
"You look so much like her, Nem." He said as he played with the braid in her hair.
Nemesis thought for a moment before pulling away from her father. She looked up into his eyes. "Was she pretty, Daddy?" She asked innocently.
Obi-Wan smiled. "She was beautiful, Nem. Absolutely beautiful."
Nemesis' expression changed from innocent to mischievous. "Well, I guess it's okay if I look like her then."
Obi-Wan's grin widened. "You guess so, huh?" Nemesis nodded. "Well, what do you think about this?"
Nemesis began giggling and wiggling in her father's lap. He knew just exactly where her most ticklish spots were.
*It's not fair!*
*Oh? And why isn't it?* Obi-Wan demanded after picking up on his daughter's thoughts.
"It just isn't!" She choked out between giggles. "Stop!"
Obi-Wan was laughing just as hard as his daughter. "All right."
Nemesis wriggled out of his lap . She crawled back beneath her covers, trying unsuccessfully to hide a yawn.
"Bedtime." Obi-Wan said. He leaned forward to kiss her goodnight.
"Daddy?" Nemesis asked sleepily as her father was leaving her room.
"Yes?"
"Would Mommy have liked me?"
"Sweetheart, she would have absolutely adored you."
"Good." Nemesis whispered just before she fell asleep. Obi-wan watched the sleeping form of his daughter for several moments before leaving her room, closing the door behind him.
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Part 4 is on the way.
Feedback is wonderful although, if you need to criticize, please be sure it is constructive criticism only.
Notes: Please read parts one and two first if you have not done so already. Once again thank you to all of you who reviewed the last two parts. I really do appreciate it.
Obi-Wan's Daughter-Part 3
Almost immediately after he had decided to train her, Obi-Wan began to have doubts. Still, he knew it was the right decision. When Nemesis was old enough to understand and carry out simple tasks, he began instructing her telepathically. He knew she needed to become accustomed to his mental voice in her own. It was necessary for their already strong father-daughter bond to develop into a training bond.
The first few times he attempted this, Nemesis only looked at him. She was to busy trying to figure out why she could hear her Father's voice when his lips weren't moving to complete the task. After some time, though, she decided it wasn't necessary to know where the voice was coming from. She heard it and her father needed something done. That was all that mattered.
When she was three, Nemesis was not only able to understand why she was hearing her father's voice in her head, she was also able to project her words to him. Weather it was a good thing or not, Obi-Wan didn't know, but Nemesis used her newly found talent often.
*Daddy.*
*What is it, Sweetheart?*
*Is Dinner ready?*
*Soon. Why don't you go practice the breathing exercise I taught you until it's time to eat? *
*Okay*
Obi-Wan had to admit she was a fast learner. He also couldn't ignore the fact that he was proud of her. His little girl was going to be a Jedi. She would be one of the few chosen to return the order to the galaxy. He sighed. Until then there was a lot of training, and growing up, to do.
****
Another year passed. Nemesis had taken to the idea of needing a bedtime story each night. At first, Obi-Wan had wanted to refuse. Nemesis, sensing the negative reply of her father coming, would blink her blue-green eyes and add a very sugar coated "Please?" for added effect.
Obi-Wan smiled. How could he say no to that? Those eyes looked up at him, his eyes. He had realized this long ago. She had those same oddly colored blue-green eyes that he had. And her dark Strawberry blonde hair was somewhere between the auburn his had been in his youth and her mother's dark blonde. He could definitely see both of them in their daughter.
Which was another reason he couldn't say no. Instead, he decided to use the bedtime story to his advantage. Often times he would take history lessons and weave them into intricate stories. He would watch the delight dancing in her eyes and know she was actually enjoying the history lesson.
Other times he would tell her stories Qui-Gon had told him. The same stories he had once told Anakin. Then there were times his stories were about his adventures with his Master, or Anakin, or both.
Nemesis' favorites were the ones about the female Jedi Knight with sapphire blue eyes and dark blonde, nearly brown hair. Unusual to her nature, Nemesis would listen until the entire story had been told before asking questions.
"Her name was Aidra Jinn." Obi-Wan began the story. "She was the daughter of my Master and my best friend. I think I've lost count of the many times we had saved each other's lives. But, I haven't forgotten the time I couldn't save her." He paused as if trying to force the memory back into the deepest depths of his mind and leave it there, forgotten.
"Daddy?" Nemesis asked. She wriggled out from underneath her covers and crawled into her father's lap. He held her against him.
"Daddy?" She asked again.
"You look so much like her, Nem." He said as he played with the braid in her hair.
Nemesis thought for a moment before pulling away from her father. She looked up into his eyes. "Was she pretty, Daddy?" She asked innocently.
Obi-Wan smiled. "She was beautiful, Nem. Absolutely beautiful."
Nemesis' expression changed from innocent to mischievous. "Well, I guess it's okay if I look like her then."
Obi-Wan's grin widened. "You guess so, huh?" Nemesis nodded. "Well, what do you think about this?"
Nemesis began giggling and wiggling in her father's lap. He knew just exactly where her most ticklish spots were.
*It's not fair!*
*Oh? And why isn't it?* Obi-Wan demanded after picking up on his daughter's thoughts.
"It just isn't!" She choked out between giggles. "Stop!"
Obi-Wan was laughing just as hard as his daughter. "All right."
Nemesis wriggled out of his lap . She crawled back beneath her covers, trying unsuccessfully to hide a yawn.
"Bedtime." Obi-Wan said. He leaned forward to kiss her goodnight.
"Daddy?" Nemesis asked sleepily as her father was leaving her room.
"Yes?"
"Would Mommy have liked me?"
"Sweetheart, she would have absolutely adored you."
"Good." Nemesis whispered just before she fell asleep. Obi-wan watched the sleeping form of his daughter for several moments before leaving her room, closing the door behind him.
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Part 4 is on the way.