Obi-Wan/Siri AU Obi-Wan is caught contemplating his lost love on her birthday a couple months after the end of the Clone Wars. Has nothing to do with the Nickleback song.
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Obi-Wan stared out the window of the council room, his arms folded across his body. The sun was setting in a wonderful spectrum of red, blues and purples. She would have loved it.
"Meeting ended, it did. Preoccupied you are, Master Kenobi?" Obi-Wan nodded briefly. Yoda nodded thoughtfully. "About the late Master Tachi, you think about?"
"Today would have been her 29th birthday."
Yoda nodded again. "A great loss she was, a wonderful person and Jedi she was." Both masters stood there watching the sunset. "More there is?"
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No Master. Just the ponderings of a lonely man who lost most of those he grew up with."
"But important they are."
Obi-Wan laughed ruefully. "Just thinking about what ifs, what if the war had never happened? What if Siri had never left? What if Siri had left but never come back? What if she had never died? What if the code had been then as it is now?" The last part was said with a sad sigh.
"Dead she will never be, lives on in you she does."
"I think I remember you telling Qui-Gon the same thing after Tahl died."
"True it is though."
Obi-Wan nodded slowly, then smiled ruefully. "Now try to tell Anakin and Padmé to stop setting me up with various Senate hopefuls."
Even Yoda chuckled at that. "Good intentions the Skywalkers have."
He left shortly after, leaving Obi-Wan alone once again to his lonely thoughts.
The soft tapping of a cane of joined by the soft swoosh of transparent robes. "You know she's not there right Master Yoda?"
The old master nodded his head. "Know this I do Master Jinn, but Master Kenobi does not. Look beyond his grief, he must."
"No Anakin."
"Come on Obi-Wan, just one more."
"You said that last time Anakin!" Obi-Wan scowled, tired of having his old padawan try to set him up. "I have no interest in dating! The only one I did have an interest in died many years ago."
"You know she would have wanted you to move on Obi-Wan."
"Drop it Anakin. Qui-Gon did the same thing as I when Tahl died. Don't push it."
Anakin shut his mouth, knowing that that tone in his old master was not one you trifled with.
His fingers traced her face on the old photograph, a novelty they had gotten at the fair just days before she died. Her lips were curved in a smile; her blue eyes sparkling brightly even in the worn photograph. He knew it shouldn't be as worn as it was, but it never left him, so it was to be expected. He smiled sadly, looking at his own happy face, his arms protectively around her waist from the back. If the masters had caught them then, he wondered what they would have done. Yoda might have just acted senile, as he had done before when he saw something against the code that he thought was good. He knew Yoda had never wanted to pull them a part, even though he was required. He had seen and felt the hurt of having to do this too many times to other hopeful couples.
"Stop thinking of what ifs Obi-Wan." He said gruffly to himself as he turned the photo over, not wanting to look at it. "It's in the past and can't be changed."
"You know Oafy-Wan, talking to yourself is one of the first signs of insanity."
He nearly gave himself whiplash his head turned so quickly towards the laughing, feminine voice. He was on his feet going towards her before his eyes met hers, catching her in his arms and pulling her close.
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