Disclaimer-The Star Wars characters do not belong to me. Nemesis Kenobi and Aidra Jinn do belong to me. Okay, moving on.
Feedback-I LOVE all you people who give me feedback on my stories. I really do pay attention to them. And I know each individual part of my story is kind of short, and I know sometimes you all probably want to strangle me for it, but I like leaving the cliffhangers at the end. I'm evil that way.:-)
Notes- Nem and Luke finally meet in this part. I have my own little ideas on what is going to happen between, or to, these two as they grow up but, just because I'm curious and I'm not a cat, what do you want to see happen? Please feel free to email any ideas to Nemesis_jedi@hotmail.com or add it into your comments. Or say nothing at all if you like. Once again ** represents telepathy and ~~ represents a character's thoughts. Anyway, on with the fic!
Obi-Wan's Daughter-Part 6
"Luke!" Owen called. "Dinner!"
When Luke heard his uncle calling him he wasted no time in telling his friends goodbye and running home. He was a bit shocked to find his uncle standing in the doorway. Luke wondered if something was wrong.
"I want you on your best behavior tonight, Luke." Owen said. "And mind your manners. We have company."
"Who is it?" Luke asked. It was very rare for them to have company for dinner. He was curious to find out just who this mystery guest was.
"You'll find out soon enough. All I'll tell you now is that they're the same age as you." Luke's eyes widened causing Owen to grin. "Now, go wash up before the anticipation eats you alive."
Luke ran past his uncle ready to make a new friend.
Nemesis and Beru had just finished setting the table when Owen sat down. Nemesis smiled when she saw him.
"Will Luke be coming?" She asked.
Owen returned her smile. "He's on his way down now. Why don't you go ahead and sit down?"
Nemesis nodded. She had just settled into her seat when Luke practically ran into the room.
"Where is he? Where is he?" He asked excitedly. When his eyes finally fell upon the stranger in the room her frowned. "You're a girl."
Nemesis looked at him as if he were insane. "I know that."
"Oh." Luke said. He walked to the table and seated himself across from Nemesis.
Owen and Beru looked at each other. Nemesis looked at Luke. Luke looked at his plate.
"Luke." Owen said. The tone of his voice was a clear warning for Luke to be polite.
"Yes, Uncle Owen?" Luke said, raising his eyes.
"Do you remember our conversation prior to dinner?
"Yes, Uncle Owen."
"Good." Owen said. "Now, shall we eat?"
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The dinner conversation for that evening took place mostly between Nemesis and Owen. It was Luke, however, that managed to get the conversation started. After a long period of silence, he decided that maybe, just maybe, having a girl for a friend wouldn't be so bad. He also decided that not knowing her name was rude on his part and his uncle had warned him to mind his manners.
"What's your name?"
Nemesis looked up at him. "Nemesis."
"I'm Luke."
"I know." Nemesis replied. She smiled.
"Why are you staying with us tonight?" Luke asked, hoping it wasn't a rude question.
"She's the daughter of an old friend." Owen said. "He had to go out of town so I said I would watch her."
"Oh." Luke said.
"So, how is your father?" Owen asked his niece.
Nemesis stared at him for a moment before answering. ~Wasn't Uncle Owen the one who decided not to stay in touch with Daddy?~ She shrugged the thought away.
"He's very well, thank you."
Owen nodded. "And, is he teaching you anything?"
Nemesis knew exactly what he was talking about. Once again she was surprised he asked. According to her father, Owen had wanted nothing at all to do with the Jedi. Absolutely nothing.
"Yes." It was all Nemesis gave him for a reply.
Owen nodded once more before he continued eating. The rest of the meal was spent in silence. A silence that, for some reason, made Nemesis feel uncomfortable.
****
Later that evening Nemesis sat alone in the room she was sharing with Luke that night. The room was small, just large enough to hold two beds and a chest made of a type of wood Nemesis didn't recognize. One large window. Covered by an old curtain, allowed the cool night air in.
~At least it's peaceful.~
Nemesis sat on the floor. She was in the middle of a breathing exercise when Luke entered.
"What are you doing?"
"Something my father taught me." Nemesis answered as she turned to face Luke. "It helps me relax before bed."
"You live with your father?" Luke asked. When Nemesis nodded he looked at her funny. "Why didn't Uncle Owen ask about your mother at dinner? Doesn't he know her, too?"
"My mother died when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry." Luke said. He sat beside her. "Both of my parents are dead. Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru have raised me since I was a baby."
~They're not really Dead, Luke.~
"I'm sorry." Nemesis said, ignoring the truth behind her thoughts yet also ignoring the falsity of them. "It must be hard growing up without your parents. Sometimes it's hard for me not to have a mother."
"You get used to it." Luke admitted with a shrug. "At least my Uncle tells me stories of my father."
~Yeah, but not the truth.~
"Like what?" Nemesis asked.
"My father, Anakin Skywalker, was a pilot. And, he fought in the Clone Wars. Have you heard of the Clone Wars?"
"My father has mentioned them." Nemesis replied, hiding the uneasiness in her voice.
"He was a hero." Luke said, his eyes beaming with pride.
~So was mine.~
"Wow. Exciting." Nemesis forced herself to smile.
Luke was still beaming with pride. Nemesis wondered if he really had what it took to be a Jedi. One day he would have to be trained but would the truth about his father led him to the Dark Side? Or would his pride in his father be his downfall?
"Luke! Nemesis! Bedtime!" Beru called. Luke and Nemesis looked at each other before crawling into their beds.
"Good night Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru!" Luke called.
"Goodnight." Nemesis said. ~Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru.~
"Goodnight, Nemesis." Luke said.
"Goodnight, Luke." Nem replied. She rolled over in the bed, wondering what her father had gotten her into. What was so special about this boy? She sighed. She definitely did not want to get to know him. ~If I do, I'm afraid that I may actually start to like him.~
With that thought, she fell asleep.
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Part 7 coming soon.
Feedback-I LOVE all you people who give me feedback on my stories. I really do pay attention to them. And I know each individual part of my story is kind of short, and I know sometimes you all probably want to strangle me for it, but I like leaving the cliffhangers at the end. I'm evil that way.:-)
Notes- Nem and Luke finally meet in this part. I have my own little ideas on what is going to happen between, or to, these two as they grow up but, just because I'm curious and I'm not a cat, what do you want to see happen? Please feel free to email any ideas to Nemesis_jedi@hotmail.com or add it into your comments. Or say nothing at all if you like. Once again ** represents telepathy and ~~ represents a character's thoughts. Anyway, on with the fic!
Obi-Wan's Daughter-Part 6
"Luke!" Owen called. "Dinner!"
When Luke heard his uncle calling him he wasted no time in telling his friends goodbye and running home. He was a bit shocked to find his uncle standing in the doorway. Luke wondered if something was wrong.
"I want you on your best behavior tonight, Luke." Owen said. "And mind your manners. We have company."
"Who is it?" Luke asked. It was very rare for them to have company for dinner. He was curious to find out just who this mystery guest was.
"You'll find out soon enough. All I'll tell you now is that they're the same age as you." Luke's eyes widened causing Owen to grin. "Now, go wash up before the anticipation eats you alive."
Luke ran past his uncle ready to make a new friend.
Nemesis and Beru had just finished setting the table when Owen sat down. Nemesis smiled when she saw him.
"Will Luke be coming?" She asked.
Owen returned her smile. "He's on his way down now. Why don't you go ahead and sit down?"
Nemesis nodded. She had just settled into her seat when Luke practically ran into the room.
"Where is he? Where is he?" He asked excitedly. When his eyes finally fell upon the stranger in the room her frowned. "You're a girl."
Nemesis looked at him as if he were insane. "I know that."
"Oh." Luke said. He walked to the table and seated himself across from Nemesis.
Owen and Beru looked at each other. Nemesis looked at Luke. Luke looked at his plate.
"Luke." Owen said. The tone of his voice was a clear warning for Luke to be polite.
"Yes, Uncle Owen?" Luke said, raising his eyes.
"Do you remember our conversation prior to dinner?
"Yes, Uncle Owen."
"Good." Owen said. "Now, shall we eat?"
****
The dinner conversation for that evening took place mostly between Nemesis and Owen. It was Luke, however, that managed to get the conversation started. After a long period of silence, he decided that maybe, just maybe, having a girl for a friend wouldn't be so bad. He also decided that not knowing her name was rude on his part and his uncle had warned him to mind his manners.
"What's your name?"
Nemesis looked up at him. "Nemesis."
"I'm Luke."
"I know." Nemesis replied. She smiled.
"Why are you staying with us tonight?" Luke asked, hoping it wasn't a rude question.
"She's the daughter of an old friend." Owen said. "He had to go out of town so I said I would watch her."
"Oh." Luke said.
"So, how is your father?" Owen asked his niece.
Nemesis stared at him for a moment before answering. ~Wasn't Uncle Owen the one who decided not to stay in touch with Daddy?~ She shrugged the thought away.
"He's very well, thank you."
Owen nodded. "And, is he teaching you anything?"
Nemesis knew exactly what he was talking about. Once again she was surprised he asked. According to her father, Owen had wanted nothing at all to do with the Jedi. Absolutely nothing.
"Yes." It was all Nemesis gave him for a reply.
Owen nodded once more before he continued eating. The rest of the meal was spent in silence. A silence that, for some reason, made Nemesis feel uncomfortable.
****
Later that evening Nemesis sat alone in the room she was sharing with Luke that night. The room was small, just large enough to hold two beds and a chest made of a type of wood Nemesis didn't recognize. One large window. Covered by an old curtain, allowed the cool night air in.
~At least it's peaceful.~
Nemesis sat on the floor. She was in the middle of a breathing exercise when Luke entered.
"What are you doing?"
"Something my father taught me." Nemesis answered as she turned to face Luke. "It helps me relax before bed."
"You live with your father?" Luke asked. When Nemesis nodded he looked at her funny. "Why didn't Uncle Owen ask about your mother at dinner? Doesn't he know her, too?"
"My mother died when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry." Luke said. He sat beside her. "Both of my parents are dead. Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru have raised me since I was a baby."
~They're not really Dead, Luke.~
"I'm sorry." Nemesis said, ignoring the truth behind her thoughts yet also ignoring the falsity of them. "It must be hard growing up without your parents. Sometimes it's hard for me not to have a mother."
"You get used to it." Luke admitted with a shrug. "At least my Uncle tells me stories of my father."
~Yeah, but not the truth.~
"Like what?" Nemesis asked.
"My father, Anakin Skywalker, was a pilot. And, he fought in the Clone Wars. Have you heard of the Clone Wars?"
"My father has mentioned them." Nemesis replied, hiding the uneasiness in her voice.
"He was a hero." Luke said, his eyes beaming with pride.
~So was mine.~
"Wow. Exciting." Nemesis forced herself to smile.
Luke was still beaming with pride. Nemesis wondered if he really had what it took to be a Jedi. One day he would have to be trained but would the truth about his father led him to the Dark Side? Or would his pride in his father be his downfall?
"Luke! Nemesis! Bedtime!" Beru called. Luke and Nemesis looked at each other before crawling into their beds.
"Good night Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru!" Luke called.
"Goodnight." Nemesis said. ~Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru.~
"Goodnight, Nemesis." Luke said.
"Goodnight, Luke." Nem replied. She rolled over in the bed, wondering what her father had gotten her into. What was so special about this boy? She sighed. She definitely did not want to get to know him. ~If I do, I'm afraid that I may actually start to like him.~
With that thought, she fell asleep.
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Part 7 coming soon.