Author note: Keep those reviews coming.Just a quick note: I'm sorry for those of you who hate Obidala stuff (I do to!) but there is just a tiny bit of Obidala in this section, although nothing major, just the odd hug of kiss on the cheek. (I've said too much already, read the rest for yoursefl!)

Obi-Wan awoke in the morning fully refreshed. He felt like he was twenty one again! He peered over in the corner to find his robes had been replaced.

Perhaps I was imagining things?

But then when he pulled on his boots, he noticed they had been polished and the rips in the leather had been repaired so that the patches were almost invisible.

Pulling on his inner tunic, then his outer tunic, Obi-Wan breathed in the sweet smell of freshly washed fabric. Looking down and pulling at the tunic until it fell in all the right places, he noticed that it had also been repaired. The scorch mark had been expertly removed using some kind of bleach that hadn't marked the rest of the tunic, and the rips had been carefully sewn up.

They feel like new! And I don't think I've ever known them to be softer!

Taking his saber from under the pillow and clipping it to his belt, he went back in to the bathroom for a quick comb of his hair to smarten himself up before he ventured downstairs.

However, chaos had broken out in the Naberrie household. Jobal was in the kitchen, trying to clear up a huge mess on the floor that comprised of broken pots, plates, maple syrup, shuura fruit jam, toast and waffles. Obi-Wan wanted to help her, but his attention was diverted to the living room where Padme and Sola were locked in a vicious argument.

Glancing over to the couch, Obi-Wan saw Ryoo and Pooja, Padme's nieces and Sola's daughters, huddled up together, trembling and looking ready to burst into tears at any moment.

I don't blame them, poor things! Obi-Wan thought as he watched the two women screaming at each other. Obi-Wan had never seen Padme so worked up and angry before. She was livid and Obi-Wan could tell that at any moment, fists could start flying...or worse! He realised as he saw the black saber hanging from Padme's belt. She may have come back from the darkness, but there was no telling if something such as this argument with her sister could push her over the edge again.

Obi-Wan decided enough was enough. Motioning for the kids to come to him, he scooped them up into his arms and carried them out into the garden where he sat them down next to their play house.

"Don't worry about Mummy, or Aunty Padme. You just play with your toys like good girls. I promise everything will be alright," he said kindly and the girls relaxed a bit.Ryoo even got up to go and get one of her dolls from over by the hedge. Obi-Wan turned to stride back into the house, but he was stopped in his tracks.

"Excuse me Ober-Wun?" he heard a voice say behind him, and turning round he saw Pooja looking up at him. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand.

"Dis is for you, serw," she said, holding out the paper to him. Obi-Wan crouched down and took it from her, looking at the scene she had drawn.

There was a big sun in the background with a rainbow and a small house in the distance. In the foreground was a man dressed in clothes similar to Obi-Wan's except Pooja wasn't too good at drawing people, so it was rather more like a few scribbles over a stick man. The man also had a beard and rough hair, but he was smiling. Above the man in childlike writing , he read the words 'Ober-Wun. My Fwend.' And then at the bottom he saw she had written something else.

'To Ober-Wun...Luv Pooja.'

"Thankyou," Obi-Wan was filled with emotion as he looked back up at Pooja. She held out her arms and he hugged her like a father would hug their child. Then he heard a scream from inside.

"Stay here!" he ordered the two children as he ran back inside. As he skidded to a halt in the living room doorway, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Sola was backed up into a corner, cowering and shaking. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared at her little sister, who at that very moment was holding a blood red blade to her throat. Tears of anger streaked Padme's face.

"Padme. Let her go!" Obi-Wan said firmly, pulling out his own saber just incase. "Let her go! She's your sister for God's sakes!"

Padme was startled by Obi-Wan's tone and turned to face him, allowing Sola to escape to one side. Padme continued to glare at Obi-Wan for a moment, and there was a hint of pure evil in her eye. Obi-Wan prepared himself for a fight, but instead, Padme calmly de-activated her saber and clipped it back onto her belt, the hint of evil now gone.

"Good," Obi-Wan said, relieved. "Now what is going on?"

"Nothing," Padme insisted.

"That didn't look like nothing Padme. You almost killed your own sister!"

"Well she was asking for it, shooting her mouth off when she doesn't even know all of the facts."

"Did you know she was married to a Jedi?" Sola pipped up at last, confident again, now that Obi-Wan was there to protect her.

"No I didn't. Who?" he asked, but he already knew the answer.

"Anakin," she said at last, rather reluctantly.

Of course, why didn't I see it before? Obi-Wan could have kicked himself for being so blind! I knew she was married, but why didn't I ever ask her who she was married too! He could tell he wasn't going to get any answers with Sola around.

"Sola, I think you're mother needs help in the kitchen," he prompted, and then he showed her the picture Pooja had drawn him. "Or your children. They were very scared and wanted to know if you were alright."

Sola sighed, knowing he was right. Edging round past Padme, as far away from her as she could, Sola left and Obi-Wan saw her go out into the garden where Ryoo and Pooja had settled down and started playing with their tea set.

Then he turned back to Padme, who was pacing the room, backwards and forwards, obviously frustrated.

"Padme. Talk to me. Tell me what's going on," he encouraged, but at first she just ignored him. "Don't do this. Don't shut me out! Let me help you" he pressed and she turned to him, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I'm sorry Obi-Wan. I should have told you. Anakin and I are married...and...and..." she seemed to be having trouble finding the right words.

"He's the father isn't he?" Obi-Wan guessed, seeing her bulging stomach clearly for the first time. When she didn't answer, he knew he was right. "Padme... I'm so sorry."

And he was. He could only guess what Padme must be going through at that moment. Her recent trip to the dark side, knowing her husband was a cold blooded killer, knowing her children could well turn out the same way, knowing that she herself, could very well fall back into the evil hands of the Emperor.

"Obi-Wan, there is good in him still. I know there is, but I must find him. I need to talk to him, convince him that everything will be alright."

"I'll come with you," Obi-Wan offered, but Padme shook her head.

"No, it's best if I do it alone."

Tough, I'm coming anyway!

"Alright. But you must tell me exactly what happened as soon as you get back," he lied.

"I will. I promise. Thankyou Obi-Wan."

What for?" he asked, surprised.

"For being a good friend."

And with that, she leant in and kissed him lightly on the cheek, before turning and dashing up to her room to pack for the long journey to Anakin, wherever he may be.