Here we go...again

Ari wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to scream. She did however know that she was going to loose her sanity if she didn't so something. Ace was evil one second and good the next, and that is probably worse than just being evil, or just being good, because the were impossible to predict.

Ari was due in barely under 3 weeks. She was frantic with worry, considering the fact she knew that her son/daughter would be in danger the moment he/she was born. Because after that Ari knew she couldn't protect the baby. Obi-Wan had been trying to comfort her, but her dreams of the baby's death kept her absolutely impossible to even speak to.

She would reach out fo the Force and all she would get was, You broke the Jedi Code and this is what you get for it! She was lost and no one was looking for her.

Two weeks later it seemed that nothing would ever harm her again, because she was holding her son safely in her arms. Keene Benjammin was healthy and sported a pair of the brightest. bluest eyes Ari had ever seen.

" I don't even remember what I was so worried about!" laughed Ari

" Ari, calm down! You've been crazy all week!" laughed Obi-Wan

" Well I'm sorry my son is healthy and not cut into little pieces!"

" I realize that. But, Ari d'you think maybe, he should..."

" Be a Jedi? No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no. We would be found out and it is too dangerous!"

" But..."

" No. And that's final!"

" Ari, they're goning to sense his presence."

" And I will refuse." yelled Ari while setting Keene down is his crib."

" Have you seen her?"

" No Gustafa. your highness, I think she's already left."

Gustafa ran his hand through his hair. " Are you sure?"

" Yes, Sir."

" And please don't call me Sir."

" Yes S- I mean Gustafa."

Gustafa ran wildly to his speeder and without thinking, went off to Courrasant.

The young Senator's speeder arrived at Courrasant around mid-evening and Gustafa had no plan.

He slowly but surely found his way to the Organa household. It was a large penthouse close to the Jedi temple.

Gustafa knocked and a short, plump maird answered the door.

She gasped, " It's the prince!"

Other maids and servents quickly took notice. " The prince!" " The Yano high prince!"

Ari heard the commotion and ran down the spiral staricase to the Great Hall. She stopped at the last step.

" Your highness."

" Your highness. I was wondering if your daughter is here."

The maids completely stopped what they were doing.

The woman that anwsered the door spoke up. " She's a suspected terrorist and sith she would not live here."

" That's enough Adeliade." snapped Ari " Come with me your highness."

Ari showed Gustafa to a room on the main floor.

" Coffee? Tea? Milk?"

" No thank you."

" Your highness, you must know..."

" That she is evil? I know, I know but... I sense good in her and I think I can change her!"

Ari set down her coffee. " She's in an apartment in the industrial area. Sector J-77."

" Thank you. You will not regret this."

" Yes, yes. But I am afraid one does not stop being evil so quickly."

" You must trust me."

" I do, your highness. Oh and Gustfafa,"

" Yes?"

" She doesn't know you're the crown prince does she?"

" No. When I met her I was acting like a senator. Yano is small and Gustafa is a common name."

" Here it is, sector J-77." said Gustafa to himself.

Gustafa stepped out of the speeder and unto the platform of the apartment. It smelled like an odd colgone.

As he walked through the apartment he heard whispers of " The prince..." or " Yano's royal stud."

He finnaly found Ace's room. He knocked twice, and a shocked Acaia opened the door.

" What the hell are you doing here."

" You do realize your mother lives in a palace and you lice here? Not a wise choice, eh?" laughed Gustafa

Ace cracked a smile. " Um.. er come in."

Before Ace shut the door a passerby said, " Oh my God! It's the prince!"

" The prince?" asked Ace

" Umm.. well," he cleared his throat, " When you met me, and killed my colleges, I was pretending to be a senator for protection."

" So you're a prince? As in you'll be a king?"

" Well, yes."

" Then why the hell did you chase down a terrorist!"

" Becasue I believe there's good in you."

Ace rolled her eyes.

Gustafa took Ace by the arms and lead her to the balcony.

" Acaia, I know there's good in you. I want to love you, but I can't with you being a whatever you are!"

" Well, I'm sorry! You didn't exactly tell me you were a prince!"

" What does that have to do with anything? And don't change the subject."

" You don't even know me."

" Yes, but I want to! Don't you understand? I've never wanted to uncover so much about a person in my life! Just give up the evil act and stop hurting innocent people!"

Ace started crying, but it looked like she was fighting it. " You don't undertand."

" Oh yes I do. My father, the king, has had me betrothed to the most foul person in the universe, and I can't say anything about it unless I object and have a bride of royal blood before my eightenneth birthday, which is in one month. I want you to be that bride."

Ace was crying freely. " I can't, he'll kill you, and everyone that I love."

" Who?"

" He'll destory you're life."

" Tell me who and we can end this!"

" No, there is no way for you to marry me."

" Yes there is."

" What?" said Ace wipeing her tears.

MWAHAHHAH! You'll have to wait to see Gustafa's brilliant plan. R&R