From Earth to Star Wars, Part Two

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Chapter Fifty Four

Obi-Wan's Point of View

"You are fine one to talk Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your Jedi duty has always come before us, why should my decision today be any different?" Meagan's last words to me kept echoing through my mind. She had been gone for only two days, but it still wouldn't let me be. And I wasn't quite sure what to make of it or the situation we could find ourselves in.

"Daddy." Sasha's voice broke through my thoughts in the early morning hours as she started to climb up on the bed.

"And what are you doing out of bed?" I asked as I reached a hand out to steady her, wondering how in the Force she managed to get out of the crib. Or did I forget to raise the bar when I put her to bed? Maybe I've been more distracted than I thought...

"Sasha not tired." Fully on the bed, she crawled across my chest, plopping down on the other side and glanced toward the empty spot. "Where Mummy?"

"Mummy's working." I had already tried to explain this to her before. Now I was getting the distinctive feeling that Meagan was forever trying to explain it to her when Anakin and I were gone. "She'll be back soon."

"When?" She was quick to ask, staring back at me with wide, but sleepy eyes.

"Only a couple weeks." I assured her.

Sasha just looked at me and was obviously forming another question. "How long?"

So thinking quickly, I managed to translate a couple of weeks into a time reference that a two year old would understand and her eyes went wider, obviously understanding the length now.

"But Daddy that's forever."

I placed a hand on her head. "Mummy will back soon, I promise." And deciding to distract Sasha, I pushed myself up, leaning against the backboard. "Now, how about a story?"

Immediately distracted, Sasha nodded and scrambled through the covers, literally climbing up on my chest. Smiling slightly, I rubbed her back in comforting circles, trying to settle her down. "It all began..."

"But Daddy, Mummy says once upon a time."

And without missing a beat, despite the fact it was a Jedi story, I indulged her and restarted the story. "Once upon a time..."

And I wasn't even halfway through the story when I felt Sasha's weight grow heavier against my chest. One glance down showed that she had fallen back asleep. Though we usually took her back to her own bed, I decided to let her remain. She had already awoken once and I was concerned that if I moved her too much that she wouldn't get back to sleep again. So, I settled back down into the bed, Sasha still in my arms. I nearly held my breath as she stirred slightly, but she only murmured a sleepy mummy that immediately tore at my heart. What would happen to Sasha if our fight or the consequences of our actions tore us apart?

I never did go back to sleep that night, only picturing the fight over and over again in my mind.

"A minute you will give me." I heard Master Yoda call shortly after I took Sasha to her training the following morning.

I sighed slightly as I turned to face him, well knowing that I couldn't avoid him now, that one of the Council members would come and find me eventually. After all, the entire Temple knew that Meagan had been involved and then left with the other Senators. And now I was going to start to deal with this and it wasn't even my decision. "Of course Master Yoda."

He stared at me for a few minutes before speaking. "Walk with me for a while you will."

"Yes Master Yoda." Bowing slightly, I turned and followed him down the hallway.

"Sasha adjusting is she?" He asked, glancing down toward the creche wings in which we had just come from.

I thought about my answer for a few minutes before honestly answering. "Mostly. She hasn't quite grasped the concept of how long Meagan will be gone, but she trusts me when I tell her that she will return soon. During the day when she's busy with the other younglings, I don't think she thinks about it much, but at night she'll call for Meagan."

Master Yoda nodded thoughtfully. "Not surprising that is. Separated much they have not."

I nodded, wondering where he was planning to take this conversation, but as it turned out, he just seemed to be merely curios as he had other plans.

"Leave with them she did." He stated quietly as if warming up to the rather difficult conversation this could be.

"Yes she did." I told him.

"Know of our decision does she?"

"Yes she does." I had to be honest with him and covering for her now would make things worse later on when the truth came into the light. "I told her before she left."

"Didn't convince her did you?"

"She was determined to go, absolutely convinced that she was supposed to go for a specific reason. Meagan said she wanted to help now so she wouldn't have to explain to Sasha about why Daddy is fighting in a war."

Master Yoda sighed and stopped floating in his chair and turned to face me. "Pure her motives are, but discussed it with me she should have."

"To be honest Master, no matter what anyone said, including myself, she would have gone anyway. Meagan made up her mind and nothing was going to stop her. Believe me, I tried."

The older master gazed at me for long moments before speaking again. "Fought did you?"

"That's putting it mildly." I managed dryly.

"Her own person she is." Master Yoda started out. "Made a decision she did. But suffer the consequences all of you will."

I tried to phrase my next words carefully, but I couldn't quite get the word expulsion past the sudden lump in my throat at the thought of Meagan leaving. So I finally settled with. "Which could be what?"

Master Yoda gazed at me with sadness and my stomach dropped completely. "Happy with this they are not. In trouble your young wife is. Called before us she will be."

I only nodded, almost to afraid to ask what would happen next or what Master Yoda could do to help us.

"Understand her motives I do, but excuse her behavior it does not." He said gently, but their was a firmness in his voice that I could not deny. "Meditate on this you should. Need you Meagan will, but stand alone with us she will."

That thought did not settle too well, but I knew he was right. And it seemed as if a huge chasm stood in front of us.

"No matter what happens, belong together you two do." Master Yoda looked like he was going to say more but cut himself of before starting to leave. "Leave you to think on this I will. When return, send Meagan to me you will."

"Yes Master." And bowing slightly I watched as Master Yoda left, leaving me standing in the hallway, deep in thought.

Later the next afternoon, I slowly walked down the Temple hallways as Sasha toddled besides me. And I couldn't help but smile as she watched anything and everything around us, how quickly she caught onto things and how much she was learning. But yet as she slowly worked herself up a short flight of stairs, I knew that she was still very young, and she still needed a mother...

I sighed as our fight came flooding back once again. After the last few restless nights, the discussion with Master Yoda and much meditating, I had come to realize that maybe she was supposed to go, that the Force did have some purpose for her involvement. Though on the other hand, there was more than the possibility of some grave consequences as Master Yoda said, but Meagan did present me with some valid points that needed to be addressed. After all, what I did should technically apply to her as well. She was giving with no thought of herself, serving with a pure heart, making her devotion quite Jedi like. Something I was hoping would help smooth things out with the Jedi Council.

I sighed again, wondering if there was a way we could repair the damage the last fight had made. Though as I thought back over our relationship, it gave me comfort knowing we'd come through much worse. Meagan and I have never been a couple to have silly squabbles, but when we fought, it always seemed to bring everything down around us, literally shaking the foundations of our relationship. But yet, we were still together, rebuilding and making it stronger in the process. And this latest issue was just another stepping stone as I didn't want to loose her or worse, for Sasha to suffer the consequences.

And there would be consequences, not just to Meagan, but to all of us as well. But Master Yoda did give me some words of comfort that Meagan and I belonged together and hinted that we would be able to work through this. Together.

"Daddy?" I felt Sasha's small hands tugging on my robe, interrupting my musings.

"Yes Sasha?" I glanced down to find her gazing up at me with nothing but love and trust.

"Sasha's hungry."

"We will have dinner just as soon as we get home."

"Okay Daddy." She smiled brightly and kept toddling besides me.

Reaching down, I placed a hand on the top of her head, feeling the soft red curls, nearly wishing my life was as simple as hers.

It was sometime after dinner that Sasha toddled up to me, holding a book in her hands as we were alone since Anakin was on a training session off planet with the other Padawans. "Daddy can you tell me a story?"

Not being able to resist, I reached down and picked her up, depositing her in my lap. "What story?"

Sasha held up her storybook. "This one Daddy."

She easily snuggled into me as I opened the book carefully, as the pages were quite thin and torn with plenty of use and lots of love. Obviously this story was one of her favorites.

When I closed the book, Sasha was still leaning against me, but she didn't look even a little bit tired. And it was starting to get late.

"Again. Please Daddy."

I had to only think about that for a moment or two even with her heart felt plea. "We need to give you a bath first, but when it's bedtime I will tell you one more story."

Sasha nodded, climbing off my lap, but since she still was a bit small for her age she lost her footing and fell to the floor. As she let out a shriek of pure frustration, I reached down and helped her back to her feet. "Patience young one, you'll catch up soon."

She didn't look like she quite believe me.

It was later when Sasha and I settled into the rocking chair in her bedroom for her final bedtime story. She immediately cuddled into me, gazing up at me with expectation, well knowing that I had not forgotten. And if I did, she would very well remind me.

Slowly rocking back and forth, hoping to lore her to sleep, I recited a Jedi lore tale that I remembered hearing as a young child. And by the end, Sasha, who had immensely enjoyed it, not realizing that I was actually teaching her, was nearly asleep. I slowly rose, placing Sasha in her crib. This time making sure that the sides were completely raised and locked.

Sasha yawned, obviously fighting staying awake. "Not tired."

I managed to hold back a smile as I handed Sasha her favorite teddy bear. "Well, Mr. Bear is and says it's bed time."

Sasha held the bear close, yawning again. Reaching down, I gently tucked a light blanket around her, making sure her bare feet were covered. Leaning down I kissed her soft cheek. "Goodnight my little Jedi, Daddy loves you."

"Love you Daddy." She blinked her tired eyes, barely awake. "Mummy..."

Those words nearly brought tears to my eyes as it touched something deep within my heart. I watched Sasha sleep for a few minutes as a familiar feeling swept over me, like I'd done this before. But I'd told Sasha hundreds of stories before tucking her into bed. What's so different about tonight?

But as I gazed down at my peaceful little one, I, almost instantly, remembered a dream from long ago. A dream of hearing a little girl calling me Daddy. A dream that I started having mere weeks after meeting Meagan for the first time. A dream that I never expected to come true, especially after she went back home. But it had eventually come true none the less.

And it was becoming more and more obvious that there was a purpose for everything, including Meagan's appearance and even with her work with the Senators. And despite everything, Meagan and I belonged together.

At that thought I finally turned from the crib. Turning off the light, I left the room. I soon settled down into the corner of the living room, still quite deep in thought. Meagan and I needed to make amends, find some sort of common ground. Sasha needed her, she made it quite obvious as she was constantly asking about her and I didn't think that I had it in my heart to take Sasha away from her mother.

And I needed her, whether I admitted it all the time or not. She did what she had to do and I as a Jedi and as her husband, should respect and honor her decisions. Something I had not had done. Yes, there would be consequences, but I truly believed that we could get through this, no matter what happened.

Meagan's Point of View

"Now where did my notes go?" I murmured to myself as Padme and I sat down to discuss the plan for the next stop on our visit. Our tour had been going very well and besides seeing the fruits of our labor, I couldn't help but wonder what my purpose was. And the fight with Obi-Wan was still weighing heavily on my mind. Not to mention the fact I missed Sasha terribly as this was the first time we'd been separated in over a year and I constantly wondered how she was adjusting to my departure.

"Meagan, what's bothering you?" Padme set down her data pad and gazed at me with concern. "You haven't been yourself the last several days."

"I'll be alright." I sighed before really started to answer her question. "It's just that Obi-Wan and I had a huge fight right before we left and I said some things I probably shouldn't have. I know I'm supposed to be here, that the Force wants my involvement, but our marriage will suffer the consequences."

She considered this for a moment or two before speaking. "We all say things we don't mean in anger. I'm sure that Obi-Wan understands that."

"It's actually a lot more complicated than that. Obi-Wan told me that the Jedi Council doesn't want the Jedi too heavily involved in this and apparently I count as one." I shrugged lightly. "So it goes a lot deeper than a normal fight. I'm probably in some pretty hot water right now. Obi-Wan and I tend to destroy nearly everything when we fight."

Padme gazed at me for a moment as if deciding what to address before speaking about the first concern. "If you're supposed to be with us, won't the Council see and understand that?"

"That's what I'm counting on." I honestly told her. "Though as I said, I'm more worried about my relationship with Obi-Wan. I have no idea how to fix it."

"You said that you two destroy things when you fight, so you two must have come through just as bad before, why couldn't you work through this now? Compromising and making apologies can start the path for healing and rebuilding."

"You make it sound so simple."

"The idea is, but you're right that it will take some time, but if you both want it bad enough, you will work it out and grow stronger from it." She leaned over the table, reaching her hands out to squeeze mine in support. "I've known both of you for many years and anyone that knows either of you, knows how deeply you love each other and belong together. I'm positive that it will all work out in the end."

I sighed again, but Padme's confidence gave me comfort and hope. "I hope so."

Smiling slightly, Padme let the subject drop and we went back to work.

The next several days passed by quickly as we were engrossed in the events surrounding the galaxy. It left me little time to think about what consequences awaited upon my return or what Obi-Wan and I were going to do and how my daughter was going to be affected by this. Throwing my thoughts off, I started to concentrate on what the rest of our day was going to be like. So, I joined the group and started to exit the building. And as we headed down the walk, the hairs on the back of my neck started to stand on their ends. I could feel the Force growing in tension as someone was in grave danger. Without nearly even thinking about it, I called out. "Get down."

Padme and her two handmaidens, trusting my judgement, immediately dropped to the ground, pulling out their blasters. However, the others were a bit slower on the uptake. And seconds before a speeder plowed at us from nowhere, I knocked down Senator Mon Mothma to the ground, covering her body with my own. Two bullets buzzed right above me, nearly grazing my clothing, narrowly missing their intending target. Pulling out my blaster as the speeder came around again, reaching out with the Force, I aimed and fired. My shot hit the vehicle dead on, making it go straight to the ground.

Amazingly uninjured, the man jumped out of the speeder and started to run. Raising my blaster again, I aimed and grazed the top of his shoulder. The shot slowed him down enough for the security guards, which were following us at a short distance, in order to catch and apprehended the man. Meanwhile, for our safety, we were quickly escorted back into the building. We were quite relieved that no one was injured. And as I gazed toward Senator Mon Mothma, who was being rather fussed over by a multitude of handmaidens and security guards, I couldn't help but feel relief. At least now I knew why I had come.