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This is written in first person point of view of Meagan unless otherwise noted.

From Earth to Star Wars

Part Two: Post TPM by about four years. (Anakin is about thirteen.)

Meagan comes back to Star Wars and meets up with now Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker. Follows the movies, but is an AU. (Caution.) Ours does have a bit of a twist to it.

Chapter Four

**Obi-Wan's point of view**

"Meagan….." My call was broken when she brushed past me, telling me she was going to bed.

I sighed, not sure what to do. Do I follow her or just let it go? I sat down in the chair in the corner of the room, deep in thought. There was something bothering her very deeply, that much I knew for sure now. She wouldn't have reacted the way she did that afternoon, though the accident scared everyone, if it didn't remind her of something or brought out some pain, hidden deep inside. And the way she was trying to get me to leave her alone about the matter made it that more obvious. It had something to do with the death of her Father and I hoped not, like Anakin suspected, something very serious had occurred to her not too long before her return to us. The speeder accident had snapped something inside of her and she was trying to find a way to deal with it.

I clinched my fists together in frustration. I wanted to help her through this. I knew what it was like to all of sudden loose someone close to you in the blink of an eye. It wasn't until I finally starting talking about it, to close friends, and allowed myself to grieve, that I could move on with my life, like Qui-Gon would have me to do. And I'm sure Meagan's Father would have said the same.

I rubbed my forehead with one of my hands, still debating. A part of me wanted to go in there and force whatever she was holding in out and another wanted to tell her just to forget it all, take her into my arms and kiss her senseless. However, I knew neither would be very productive though the later would feel extremely good, but it wouldn't help matters. And if I really, truly deeply cared for her, I would want her to finally face this. Something told me I wouldn't have to wait very long for it to find its way out of her. Without reaching too deep into the Force, I could feel her fighting pain and fear. She was doing her best to hide it right now, but no one, even the most controlled person could hold an intense pain in for very long.

I finally rose to go to bed, knowing it was starting to get late. On the way to my room, I palmed the door open to hers. Meagan was curled up on her side, her arms wrapped around her pillow. I could tell she was still troubled, but asleep at least for the moment. Sighing, I turned, allowing the door to shut behind me as I went to my room and got ready for bed.

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**Meagan's point of view**

**Goes back a little ways…her side, after she left the room**

I dressed for the night quickly, still seeing the explosion that happened. I climbed into bed, hugging my arms around the pillow for comfort. I sighed heavily, finally falling into a troubled sleep, not even realizing I was unconsciously anchoring onto the bright warmth of Obi-Wan, even though I still disliked the way he tried to get me to open up to him earlier.

It was sometime in the middle of the night, when I started to have the dreams that I was afraid that would come. I kept picturing the accident that day over and over again, each time with my Father driving one of the speeders, each time telling me goodbye.

"Daddy, no." Someone's screams awoke me quite suddenly. It only took an instant for me to realize it was my own. The dream came hauntingly back to me as Obi-Wan rushed into the room. He sat down next to me, looking deep into my eyes.

"What's wrong?" His voice was quiet and gentle, and his eyes spoke of his deep concern for me.

That was all it took and the dream, my Father's death, everyone relying on me, coming here, the near accident today, the entire works, came flooding out. I don't know how long I talked and cried. All I know is that his calm presence, the feel of his strong arms around me, the soft low voice soothing me, was something I needed. I finally allowed myself to grieve, really grieve.

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**Obi-Wan's point of view**

I was terrified when I awoke to hear Meagan's screams. My heart turned as I got up, rushing toward her, feeling her fear and intense pain. It tore at me, wanting, needing to be with her.

She was sitting up in bed, crying. I pulled her close as everything she'd been holding in came pouring out. I didn't think she was even aware of my presence, but as I allowed her to grieve, she began reaching for me. Still holding her close, I reached out with the Force, sending her peace and warmth.

After several hours, her tears turned quiet as she fell into an exhausted sleep. I gently tucked her back into bed, pulling the covers around her frame. She looked so helpless, so vulnerable, her face still wet with tears. She been through so much and all I wanted was to wrap her in a protective embrace, never letting go.

I sat there for quite a while, wondering how Meagan seemed to bring out a protective male instinct in me that I hadn't felt in six long years. I finally rose, going back to my own bed, knowing I would have to tread carefully, for Meagan seemed to have taken a hold of my heart and neither of us was ready for a relationship, especially Meagan.

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**Meagan's point of view**

I slowly awoke the next morning, feeling exhausted, but strangely better. Some of the guilt, grief and anger had faded with my tears. My healing had finally begun.

After taking a much-needed hot shower, I headed into the kitchen to see Obi-Wan drinking his coffee and reading something.

He set his data pad down and looked up to me. "How do you feel?"

I started to say something, but my lips starting quivering and tears pricked my eyes. He got up, wrapping his strong arms around me. Giving into his embrace, I leaned into him, grabbing a hold of him like a lifeline.

"Thank you." I said, pulling away from him long moments later.

He nodded, well knowing he didn't need to say anything. After all, he'd seen my very soul the night before.

I sat down at the table, not quite sure what to say or what to do. My heart ached now, a searing pain.

"You need to eat something." Obi-Wan sat a plate of food in front of me. It smelled good, but the thought of eating didn't sit to well. "Meagan, I know you don't want to eat anything, but believe me, it will help you."

I sighed as I took a sip of the coffee he set down literally into my hands. "I'll try, but I can't promise you anything."

He sat down next to me, taking a sip of his own coffee. "That's all you can do and you'll get through this."

"I hope so." I sighed, fighting the tears. "I ran off to get away from everyone and everything, to grieve, but now it just hurts. It didn't before."

He gazed at me with compassion, but also with a very deep sense of understanding. He knew exactly what I was going through. "Meagan, since you got here and probably sometime on Earth, you started to push your Father's death away from you, without dealing with it. It may have not been hurting you then, but I can tell you from pure experience, that as much as it hurts right now, you need to deal with it. You won't be able to move on and live your life when you are constantly pushing it away. Keep allowing yourself to grieve."

I stared at him for a moment or two, nearly not believing a Jedi Knight was telling me this.

Somehow he knew exactly what I was thinking. "Meagan, Jedi have every feeling everyone else does. Qui-Gon told me that it's not having them that makes them wrong, its how we deal with them that affects us and the others around us."

Well, that did make sense as I slowly began to eat. And he was right. It did make me feel better. After we cleaned up the dishes, we headed into the living room and sat down together on the couch. I looked up to him. "Will the pain ever go away?"

He smiled a bit sadly. "Not completely. There's not a day goes by that I don't think of Qui-Gon or hear his voice, always guiding and helping me. It's been four years since his death and sometimes I still wake up in the middle of night, with an ache that will not go away."

I remained silent for a moment, remembering the Jedi Master that I had known during my year stay over six years ago. I finally spoke into the quiet a long time later. "I wish I could just erase it all, to forget the car accident even happened, but I can't. I've tried."

"Meagan, don't try to forget it. It won't happen." He paused for a moment, gazing into the distance at something I couldn't identify. "Believe me, I've tried to forget the fact a Sith slay my Master and that Qui-Gon died in my arms. I can't forget and now, I don't want to forget it."

"Why?" I couldn't help, but ask.

"Because Meagan, as unfortunate as that was, as much as I miss him, and wish he was here, I can't tell you how much I've grown since then and how far I've come. Things like this that happen in our life can either kill us or make us stronger."

Now that made no sense to me whatsoever as Obi-Wan continued. "Meagan, I know you can't see it now, but eventually you will. I know how lost you feel and being away from home at this time, I can't imagine, but you will come out stronger on the other end."

I shook my head, not wanting to go forward. I began to wonder why I was even opening up to him, though he knew exactly what to say to my questions, even the extremely difficult ones.

"Meagan." His voice was low. "Think about it. What would your Father want you to do?"

I gazed up at him, questioning his question with a look.

He sighed gently and slipped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. Not resisting, I rested my head against his strong chest. "Maybe I'm asking you this because knowing what Qui-Gon would say to me not moving on with my life, was the only thought that kept me from climbing into the prier with him."

I was nearly stunned into silence as he finally spoke. "Seriously, what would he say to you right now?"

I hastily wiped the tears and somehow managed to smile. "That I should get up and go do something and not sit around and mope. Daddy was never one to be bored. There was always something to do or someone to help." I sighed, actually knowing without a doubt in my mind of what he would say. "He wouldn't want me to stop living, but celebrate the life we have."

"That's a good start." He smiled. "What was he like?" He gently prodded me, as he knew I was lost in my memories.

"He was something else and you often reminded me of him. The way he embraced life and led it to its fullest, always helping someone, was strong, but underneath his outer reserve was a heart of gold." I paused, shifting through childhood memories. "He loved nature and we have some horses and we would go horseback riding through the trails through some high hills. It was so beautiful and he would always tell us to take care of it for our children's children. "

I couldn't help, but laugh at something I remembered. "However, he wasn't one to put up with stuff when something was wrong. He could also be very strong-minded when it came to something he believed in fully and no one could make him back down, well, except maybe my Mother."

"So, that's where you get in from." He mused with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

I smiled slightly, still enjoying the strength he seemed to be feeding me. The pain in my chest was still there and raw as ever, but something inside had changed. There was hope.

"Most people would comment on how much my Mom and I resemble each other, but I do take after my Father in other aspects, like my brother takes after Daddy in looks, but is actually more like Mom."

He nodded as we kept talking for a while until I began to fall asleep in his arms.

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I slowly awoke to find myself curled up on the couch wrapped warmly and protectively in Obi-Wan's robes. I sighed, my heart still hurting, but oddly comforted as I spied Obi-Wan reading something in the kitchen/dinning room.

"So, the princess has awakened." He joked as I got up, pushing the hair out of my face.

"I'm awake, but I hate to break it to you, but I'm not an Earth princess." I slowly sat up, stretching. "By the way, how long have I've been asleep?"

He glanced up at their "clock." "Only a couple hours."

I got up and walked over to him, sitting besides on another chair. "I'm sorry I feel asleep…"

"Don't apologize. You had quite a rough night." He interrupted me, but looked deep into my eyes. "I have to help teach a class later this afternoon…are you going to be okay, here by yourself for a while?"

I nodded my head. "Go, I can handle a few hours. Besides when Anakin is done with his classes, he'll probably come over anyway."

"He was quite worried about you." Obi-Wan mused, seemingly in thought. "And he already has asked me today how you are doing."

I looked down, wondering how much he had told the young man. "What did you tell him?"

"That the accident reminded you of something that happened on Earth." He simple said.

I was relieved that he didn't disclose to what happened the night before or for our conversation that morning. "And what did he say to that?"

"He wanted me to tell him, but I know he understands that I won't break a confidence."

I smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

He nodded and rose. "Are you sure you will be alright?"

I gave him a look. "I may be a little unstable emotionally right now, but I'm not going to do anything stupid, let alone leave this room."

Satisfied, he turned and put on his outer robe. I followed him to the door. "I'll be back in a couple hours. Don't forget to eat."

I held up my hands in surrender, well recognizing his firm stance. "I promise."

With that he left, leaving me alone. However, it was barely half an hour later that Anakin came into the apartment. I was sitting, trying to read the thing I was working on the night before as he cautiously peered around the corner.

I patted the sit besides me on the couch. "It's all right Anakin."

He put his books down on a table and heading toward me. "Are you okay? I've been worried about you since the accident yesterday and Master Obi-Wan didn't say too much when I asked him."

I sighed. "Anakin, I'm sorry I scared you, but it's just that yesterday's accident reminded me of something that happened to my family and I on Earth not a long time ago. You see, my Father was killed in a car accident and seeing a speeder accident was too much."

He gazed at me with compassion, not too much unlike his Master. What was it about these Jedi that made you want to tell them everything? "How do you feel now?"

"Much better. Obi-Wan and I had a long talk last night and another one this morning."

"Good. He knows what he is talking about. I know he still misses Qui-Gon."

"I know. We talked about him too a little bit."

He looked toward me, studying me with his light blue eyes. "What can I do to help you?"

I felt my tears mist my eyes at the sincerity in the words and the voice. "You already have."

"How?" Always the questions with this one.

"By coming and seeing how I was doing and by keeping me company. These last several weeks, you've been such a good friend to me and I really appreciate you taking me in and sharing your Master."

He looked pleased. "I don't mind, as long as its just you. He really likes you."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was picking up on the feelings we still had for each other, or at least the ones I had for him. "Well, Anakin, your Master and I are old friends and we seem to understand each other since we've both lost people close to us."

Anakin didn't say anything for a moment or two. I could tell he was considering whether to challenge that or not, but when he didn't say anything, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, have you eaten yet?" Anakin asked me. "I know you are probably not hungry, but you need to keep your strength up."

I actually laughed and nothing felt so good. "No, but Obi-Wan nearly made me promise before he left that I would eat something again."

"Good for him." He got up and grabbed my arm. "Come on, my Mom taught me a little about cooking and Obi-Wan has tried…."

I chuckled as I allowed him to lead me to the kitchen to find something to eat.

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Over the next few weeks, I continued to work through things with the help of my Star Wars friends. Though it was Obi-Wan that I was really beginning to connect with again. Maybe it was because of his grief when Qui-Gon died or because of the bond between us, but whatever it was, his presence was so soothing and comforting to me. His friendship I deeply cherished, but over the weeks, I began to realize I had fallen even deeper in love with him.

It was late one night when another dream awakened me. I didn't even realize Obi-Wan had come in until it hit me that I was in his lap, crying softly. I felt one of his hands rubbing comforting circles on my back and the other was smoothing the tangles in my hair.

After my tears abated, I slowly began to feel the strength in his arms that were holding me close and the feel of my cheek against his bare chest. I glanced up at him as I wiped away my tears.

His eyes were concerned, but extremely gentle and tender. "You alright?" His accent was strong.

"I'll be okay." I managed as one hand lightly caressed my cheek. I sighed, taking comfort from the touch.

"You never have to thank me milady."

I smiled slightly at his words, enjoying the drawl in his voice, not realizing it tended to come out stronger when he was clearly worried about something or when he was fighting his emotions. "I will anyway."

He chuckled softly as I glanced up at him again. He stared back down at me for a long moment or so, then leaned down. His lips gently, soothingly came over mine.

What started out as a friend comforting a friend, ended up as something else. I don't know how, when or why, but the kiss became deeper, the touch more intense. I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling the soft curls. His arms had tightened protectively around me, holding me closer to him. I sighed completely contented to be with him.

However, firm reality soon rooted itself in us, making us gently pull away from each other. "I'd best go and let you get some rest."

I nodded, knowing he was right, and before something else happened between us.

He reached down, figuring some loose curls. "Goodnight Meagan."

I smiled, still loving to hear the gentle drawl of his voice. "Goodnight Obi-Wan."

With that he turned and left the room. I crawled back into bed, immediately falling asleep, still not only feeling the touch of his lips, but the sparks that lit my heart with a well spring of hope.

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**Obi-Wan's point of view**

I licked my lips, settling back into bed, feeling Meagan fall into a restful sleep. I hadn't meant for that kiss to actually turn into something more. It had seemed right, giving her a small amount of comfort, but somewhere our feelings and emotions got a hold of us and we gave into them. I felt her small hands running through my hair, tugging me ever closer to her. The kiss turned from comfort to one of affection and deep feelings.

We both knew that we couldn't allow much more to happen between us and came back to reality by gently pushing away form each other.

Lying in bed, reaching out with the Force, I managed to find calm and peace, well knowing I couldn't become any closer to her. However, this time around, letting her go would be even harder.

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AN: *Sniff Sniff* Does some one need a tissue? I have a Kleenex box if someone needs it. We know that this chapter is a little shorter, but we both felt that it should deal strictly with Meagan's grief and how they are both dealing with it. As you can see they are both still struggling with their strong feelings for each other. Please continue to read and review because we truly do appreciate the feedback.