A/N: Thanks lamminator. I shall do as you ask and use full names. By the way, I changed a bit in chapter 1 as I wrote: "So, Obi. Are you just going to leave them standing in the hallway, or are you going to leave them standing there?" Which doesn't make sense. It may take a while for the changes to come into effect, but I have made them so please don't have a go at me.

Thanks.

kim1983

Chapter 2:

A few days after Keira arrived, she and Obi Wan were, once again, sitting on the couch doing nothing since Obi Wan had taken leave.

"You know what?" Keira said out of boredom.

"What?" Obi Wan replied.

"Dunno. I asked you." Obi Wan groaned. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.

"Keira?"

"Yeah...?"

"Would you do me a favour?"

"Uh...depends what it is." Keira answered, beginning to worry.

"Well..."

"You want me to what!" Keira exclaimed.

"Cut your hair."

"But it's already really short!"she said, clutching her hair. Obi Wan crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. Keira's dark, brown hair was in a plait, which was half way down her back.

"Okay, okay. So it's extremely long. So what?"

"You need to have it cut, or you'll start tripping over it."

"But...but...hey. You and I both know you're only doing this to get back at me for making you shave."

"True. But still, you do really need a hair cut."

"But...but...b...b...fine." Keira finally gave in, and scowled at him, which was returned by an evil grin.

'This'll be fun.' Obi Wan said to himself.

"Oh, and you'd better get a professional, because I'm not letting you do it." Keira said, as if reading his thoughts. Obi Wan sighed.

"Fine. I'll go call one."

After an hour of waiting outside the room where the hairdresser was cutting Keira's hair, Obi Wan heard a voice say something about a mirror, and then a scream. Chuckling to himself, Obi Wan made his way to the door and opened, having taken the scream as a sign of finishing. When he did open it, he knew how Keira had felt earlier even though he could only see her in the mirror. When she stood up and turned round to face him, with a horrified look on her face, Obi Wan saw the full effect of the haircut. Keira's hair was now shoulder length, and it had been layered with a few strands of hair cut shorter than the rest, one at each side of her face. Obi Wan stared at the new Keira with a cross between amusement, longing and love. The hairdresser looked at the haircut with a self pleased feeling and slight admiration. Keira on the other hand, still had a horrified look on her face and paled even more as she saw the piles of hair on the floor around her. She took one final horrified look at the mirror, then at Obi Wan, and fainted.

When Keira woke up, Obi Wan had already paid the hairdresser and she had left, giggling slightly to herself.

"Glad you've finally decided to join me." Obi Wan said playfully and grinned down mischieviously at her. Keira just lay there for a moment, blinking and looking round confused before the fact that over 60 centimetres or her hair had been cut off, dawned on her. She groaned and rolled over onto her front.

"Please say it was a nightmare. A really, really bad nightmare. " she pleaded.

"I would, but I'd be lying." Obi Wan replied, trying on vain to surpress a laugh as another muffled groan came from Keira. After a minute or two of fake sobbing, Keira got up and turned scowling to Obi Wan, who reached out and smoothed out her slightly ruffled hair.

Before either of them had a chance to say anything, there was a buzz at the door and Obi Wan went to open it. He had only a moment to register who was there when he pushed inside and dragged into the kitchen by Annakin. Keira got up to protest to the rough and disrespectful way Annakin was treating Obi Wan, but was force-pushed back down onto the sofa, and shut the kitchen door.

"Annakin, what on coruscant is wrong with you?" Obi Wan demanded.

"Her, Master." Annakin replied.

"Keira? What about Keira?"

"You're always with her. Have I just become nothing?"

"Annakin, you have to understand. I haven't seen Keira for years..."

"So that means you have to ignore me and do nothing but sit with her all day? Do I mean nothing to you know?" Annakin said angrily, grabbing Obi Wan's shoulders and shaking them violently. Obi Wan stared at him shocked for a moment, then turned away and went to the door. But before he could leave, he felt himself being lifted and moved away from the door.

"Annakin, put me down." he said beginning to lose his temper and also slightly sadly. Annakin did nothing but watch the floating jedi Master with slight amusement.

"Annakin, put-me-down." Obi Wan said again, but with more force and anger than before. Annakin still refused to lower Obi Wan.

But since Annakin was now using the force on Obi Wan, Keira was yet again able to move. And after hearing the calls of Obi Wan she went into the kitchen immediately. It took her a moment to register what was going on as the first thing she saw was a floating Obi Wan, but after glancing at Annakin, who was staring at her with as much hate as she'd ever seen anyone other than a sith have, she realised what was happening.

"Put him down, now." she commanded.

"No. I'm not taking orders from you. You're not even in the council. Even I'm more important than you. You should be listening to me." Annakin said defiantly, with a proud smirk on his face. But that smirk was quickly wiped off as Keira seemed unaffected, even amused, by that comment.

"Ah, you poor, naive boy. You have me confused with someone who values the opinion of an arrogance and hate driven boy. Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not. I think you should save your insults for someone else. Or you can tell them to the little boy who's still inside your head. Maybe I'll take you more seriously when you snap back to reality and say something meaningful, not the insults of a young padawan. Now put-him-down." she replied. Annakin stared at her with even more hate now. Obi Wan, however, seemed to find it slightly amusing as he sensed Annakin's pride and arrogance drain away. For the moment. 'You've done a pretty good job, Keira.' he said to himself.

"Feel like moving anytime soon?" she asked. Slowly, Annakin lowered Obi Wan to the ground. As soon as he had done so, he ran out of the door, beginning to regain his senses and thinking it would be better if he didn't trash up Obi Wan's kitchen with anger. Or Obi Wan himself. Even better, maybe even Keira. He was half tempted to go back and do just that, but decided against it.

'Another day...'