Obi-wan must teach an abused padawan to trust him
AU: Pre clone war Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master, there is no Anakin, and Qui-Gon is dead
Rating: R for sexual content and mention of child molestation
Disclaimer: Naovi Redsun and Dal Bantalian are my creations. Everyone else belongs to George Lucas
Chapter 15
Naovi stood by her closet wrapped in a towel looking over her clothes. For much of their stay she had worn jumpsuits because they were more comfortable and they were easier to move in. But tonight was different. She wanted to look special tonight, she wanted to look beautiful. Something had changed inside her. She felt like she was not the same person she was before Obi-Wan had brought her here. She felt lighter, happier, like anything in the world was possible. All of this was becasue of Obi-Wan. His patience with her, his gentleness, his caring, his willing to take things as slowly as she needed to. No one had ever cared for her in that way before. Well, she supposed perhaps her parents had at one time. She sighed. She hadn't thought of her parents in so long. She'd been brought to the temple when she was four years old and she hadn't seen them since. Their faces were but shadows of a memory now. She thought back to her first days in the temple. She'd been so frightened and had missed her parents so much. There were so many strange creatures in the temple and it was so big. She had tried to be brave, for her parents sake. Her parents had been ecstatic when they realized she was strong in the force. On her home planet, she couldn't even remember its name now, the Jedi were revered as Gods and her parents had been held in high regard because of their Force sensitive daughter. She had cried so much her first night. She had thought they were abandoning her, and in someways they had. She smiled bitterly as she thought of how they had left her. Her father had told her to learn everything there was and not to be emtional. Her mother had as least kissed her goodbye but she had been just as stoic as her father. They hadn't even asked her if it was what she wanted. Being a Jedi was more important to them then she was. That was how it had always been it seemed. All anyone have ever cared about was her becoming a Jedi. Everyone but Obi-Wan. He was the first person who had ever cared about HER, and only her. Of course, Obi-Wan cared about her training as well, but it was so much more than that. He was the first and indeed the only one who had looked at her and truly seen her. Her heart warmed as she remebered thier first meeting. It was her third day at the temple. She'd gone up to the roof to hide because some of the boys had been teasing her...
She sat on the ground with her knees curled up to her chin. Those boys were so mean. She hated them. She hated this place with it's big walls and scary hallways. She hated her parents for bringing her here and leaving her here. She hated being able to move things with her mind, and being able to tell what other people were feeling. She sat up and looked around as she heard the door to the roof open. It was probably that little green man who talked funny coming to find her and scold her for running away. She jumped up and ran behind a statue to hide. She peeked out just a little and was surprised to see not the little green man, but a boy. He was much bigger than her, almost as big as Papa and his hair was gold like the pretty dress Mama use to wear for parties. It was short except for one long braid that hung down. He moved forward near the statue and she quickly ducked out of sight. She listened as his footsteps grew closer. She peeped out again and saw him. He was standing near the statue but he was not looking at her. Now that he was closer she thought he looked like one of those princes in the stories Mama used to read to her. He turned to look in he direction and she quickly ducked back behind the statue. "Oh I hope he didn't see me," she thought. She peeked out again but this time he did see her. She squealed and ducked back. She listened very hard for the sound of him leaving. It didn't come. Why didn't he go away. Maybe he was waiting to scold her like everyone else. Maybe he would say she was a baby because she missed her home and her bed. Finally she peeked out one more time. He was still there.
"Hello there," he said to her.
"Please don't make me go back," she begged, tears flowing from her eyes.
"Why would I make you go back?" he said stepping closer.
"Aren't you going to punish me"
"Punish you?" he said, surprised. He knelt down so that he was looking right into her eyes. They were a pretty bright blue.
"Why do you think you need to be punished?" he asked her. His voice reminded her of her father's when he used to read her bedtime stories.
"I ran away," she said. "I see. Why did you do that"
"The mean boys were teasing me. They said I was a baby because I started crying during our lessons"
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Naovi"
"Why were you crying Naovi"
"Because..." her lip trembled.
"Because"
"I want my mama!" she cried her tears falling faster and faster. The boy pulled her into hug. She tried to stop her tears but they just wouldn't stop.
"It's all right," the boy said. "Just cry your eyes out, it's okay." She had cried until she didn't have any tears left. "It's all right to miss your mama," he said. "I missed my parents too when I first came here"
"You got left here too?" she asked sniffling.
"Oh yes. I haven't seen my parents in eight years"
"That's a long time"
"I know," he said. "I'm Obi-Wan by the way. Obi-Wan Kenobi"
"Obi-Wan?" she said slowly. "That's a funny name." Obi-Wan chuckled.
"Maybe, but it's the only one I've got"
"Do I have to go back?" she asked him softly.
"No," he said. "We can sit here for a little while"
"Good," she said.
She rememered they'd stayed up there for a long time. She remembered crawling into his lap as he'd told her stories of Master Yoda, and some of the things he'd seen since being in the temple. The sound of his voice had soothed her and she'd fallen asleep in his lap. Later she'd woken up in her bed. She found out later that Obi-Wan had carried her to her room and then gone to speak to Master Yoda about her. He'd told "the funny green man" about the boys that had been teasing her and how she seemed very homesick. Master Yoda must have spoken to the boys because they never teased her again. She began to slowly enjoy life at the temple after that. She enjoyed her lessons and had fun with some of the other younglings. But Obi-Wan was her first friend and she never forgot that. She had missed him when he left the temple to be Qui-Gonn's apprentice, but he always made a point of coming to see her whenever he and Qui-Gonn were on Coruscant. He would tell her of his adventures, and she would tell him about her lessons. Sometimes she would release her frustrations at her inability to master a particular task. He always listened to her, and encouraged her to take things at her own pace. Just as he did now. She jumped as she felt his hands on her bare shoulders.
"You seem to be having great difficulty deciding what to wear," he said next to her ear. She smiled.
"I was just remembering the first time we met," she said leaning back so his arms could slide around her waist.
"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully kissing her shoulder. "I seem to remember a knobby kneed four year old with pigtails sitting on the roof of the temple, crying as though her heart would break." Naovi laughed at his description.
"I did not have knobby knees," she protested playfully turning to face him.
"Oh yes you did," Obi-Wan teased her. "You were chubby too." Naovi gasped in outrage and playfully slapped him on the arm.
"Though you grew out of that rather quickly," he said quickly. Naovi grunted.
"Eight years of eating nothing but that stew Master Yoda makes, I surprised I had any body fat at all"
"Indeed you went from a chubby four-year-old to a scrawny teen in almost no time at all, and your knees were still knobby"
"So I was an awkward teen," she said, "I grew out of it"
"Indeed, you grew up very nicely." She quivered and he ran his hands up the side of her body. There was something in his eyes as he looked at her. He'd never looked at her like that before. His hands lingered on the sides of her breasts where her towel was snugly tucked. Would he remove it? Would her remove her towel and take her now? Did she want him to? Was it time? Was she ready? He pulled away from her all of a sudden and turned away.
"You better get dressed," he said.
I hope you all like. We'll be getting to the steamy stuff again soon, but I wanted to show a little bit of Naovi's past, hopefully it will give some insight into her character