The Jedi were about to land on Corusant. Anakin and Obi-Wan stretched and prepared for landing. Anakin gathered his things into he knapsack he had been carrying. His head spun when he heard Obi-Wan let out a gasp.

Obi-Wan was doubled-over, looking extremely confused and puzzled.

"Master?" Anakin bent down to face him.

Obi-Wan was silent. His face grew worried. His worry grew to panic as he began to feel paralyzed, his limbs frozen. He could hear his heart beating rapidly.

"It's.. it's Siri."

"What's wrong? Is she in labor?"

"No, I don't think so." Obi-Wan paused and shut his eyes, trying to further search out Siri in the force. He felt her, finally -- she was scared, but comforted -- happy? -- as Obi-Wan let his presence be known.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "She's safe. But I need to get to her. I'll comm you as soon as I know what happened." Anakin nodded.

The ship arrived on a hangar adjacent to the Temple. Obi-Wan immediately leaped out of the door as soon as it was open. He ran through hallway after hallway. His mind was a jumble of worry. He didn't even think of asking the blurry faces of Jedi he ran passed if they knew anything -- he was too busy brooding over every horrible situation that could be happening. He searched out to Siri again. He felt her signature relax as she felt him. After what seemed to be entirely too long, Obi-Wan arrived at the turbolift. His hands were trembling as he pressed the numbers that would take him to his and Siri's floor. He cursed under his breath as the turbolift failed to arrive.

"Excuse me," beeped an electronic voice. Obi-Wan spun around.

A copper-plated maintenance droid stood facing him. "You can't go up there. We're painting the lifts--"

"I don't sithin' CARE. I'm going on," he spat with his jaw held firm. Obi-Wan didn't blink an eye as two passing younglings stood in amazement and awe at the revered Jedi Master's uncharacteristic use of language.

"--today due to Chancellor Organa's visit. You're going to have to be patient. I'll inform you when the paint has dried thouroughly."

"No, I am going up there NOW."

"Excuse me. You can't--" Obi-Wan ferociously grabbed the droid's shoulder with one hand, and its head with the other. He slammed it into a wall, destroying both the droid and the turbolift security device it had with it. Immediately, the turbolift came down to the first floor. Obi-Wan jumped on, and became annoyed with the twenty-second ride that was entirely too long. Every joint ached with tension. He gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself. Finally, the door opened, and he ran into the level's housing hallway. Jedi stared at him as he passed by. The door to his quarters was getting closer, closer, closer...

Siri could feel her husband's Force signature become louder and stronger. She walked into the hallway as fast as she could to meet him. She saw him running. He suddenly stopped. He stared, with a mixture of confusion and happiness.

"Siri!" Obi-Wan cried out. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Obi-Wan?" Siri asked, confused. "I'm fine, love." She slowly grinned, happy to be seeing him. Still perplexed, he wrapped his arms around her as far as he could. She let out a contented sigh, breathing him in. They softly kissed, lost in their own moment.

"Siri, what scared you?"

"What?" Siri wrinkled her forehead.

"I felt that you were afraid when we landed. What happened?"

She stared at him incredulously. "I don't know what you're talking about, unless... well..." she bit her lip. "Well, Bant and her healer Padawan, Galena, were over here just a few minutes ago. Bant mentioned something that sort of scared me, but nothing bad. That was when I felt you, and knew you were on Corusant." She smiled. "That was it."

Obi-Wan looked entirely embarassed. His face had turned a delightful shade of pink. "Oh. I... see." He looked like a youngling being accused of eating too many cookies. Siri grinned, and they pulled away from each other. For a brief moment, her eyes opened in shock, and then amusement. "What happened to your robes!"

"What?" Obi-Wan glanced down his front. His leggings, tunic, and robe were covered in bright white-blue splotches. Obi-Wan had no idea how the bizarre spots had appeared, until Siri reminded him.

"Obi-Wan, did you come up the turbolift? They're being painted. Didn't you know? I thought there were droids to tell people to take the stairs."

Obi-Wan considered it to be a very humbling day.

Siri grinned. "Come inside, Oaf."

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Obi-Wan and Siri were sitting on the couch that faced a huge bay window. The window opened up to a spacious view of Corusant, allowing them to bask in the sensory overload that was the nightlife of Corusant. Siri sat with her head on Obi-Wan's chest. She had her bare feet curled underneath her, feeling very comfortable. Obi-Wan laid his head on her shoulder, with his left hand placed over Siri's extruding stomach. He gently stroked her belly, feeling their daughter's small yet noticeable movements.

Siri looked up at him. "You know, we're not really decided on a name yet, are we?"

Obi-Wan smiled. "I know. Do you have any new ideas?"

"Nope. You?"

"None."

Both sighed. The baby would arrive in less than two weeks, and neither had any ideas for names.

"Siri, you never told me what Bant said that scared you when I got back." He felt Siri shiver for a second.

"It's quite silly, really," she murmered. "It's been Alderaanian flu season, right? Master Yoda caught it two weeks ago. He had a bit of a fever, and started hallucinating. He... kind of, took off his clothes and started swimming in this giant vat of cream, for the rashes that come from the flu. I mean, at least to Yoda, it was a big vat. And... they ended up having to chase him, he just jumped out of it and started running. I guess Yoda's very slippery after he's been swimming in rash cream."

Obi-Wan had collapsed on the couch, exasperated from laughing so hard. Siri grimaced. "It's really not that funny. I didn't mean to be gossiping, but I wanted to know why Yoda wouldn't even look at Bant and Galena when we passed them by. Bant sent the image of a rash-covered, naked, running little troll to me through our bond, and it was quite the shock."

She glanced down at her husband, who seemed to be choking on thin air. He finally gained his composure.

"Yes, I see how that could be frightening."