Guess Again

"Four death threats? The news has only been out for two days."

Satine shrugged, glancing from her datapad to the hologram on her desk. "I wouldn't take them too seriously - even our lovely well-wishers in Sundari weren't terribly ecstatic about our marriage confirmation - they think they'll have a Jedi for a consort now."

The hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi snorted, folding his arms over his chest. Even over the radiowaves his voice sounded tired. "You clearly haven't tuned into Republic news stations. It's all they've been talking about."

"Like I care about Republic opinion," she muttered, rolling her eyes before she finished reading the report. Typing an electronic signature, she said softly, "Don't give me that look Ben."

"What look?" Obi-Wan smiled at her huff, leaning back against his arm chair that was in his Temple apartment. Married or not, he had never fully agreed with her political ideals - but neither had she, so it worked out.

Most of the time.

She tucked her hands under her chin for a moment, glad she had opted for a day at her desk, otherwise she would have had to wear her weight in formal wear and headdresses.

It was quiet in her office, and she closed her eyes a moment, imagining that there was no war, and her husband could be home like he should be instead of waiting around the Temple for orders that could put him in the line of fire.

"We did the right thing, Tina."

"I know…I just…" Satine heaved a sigh, rubbing a crink in her neck while she opened her eyes. "It feels weird, having everyone know - and the Council not doing anything?"

Obi-Wan shifted, looking a bit uncomfortable - though it was hard to tell what emotion he was feeling due to that blasted beard he had grown. "Yes...well - I'd imagine they're not doing anything because I have yet to show signs of the Dark -"

"Obi-Wan - that's bantha shit and we both know it." Satine waited a beat, trying to reign in her frustration before speaking in a gentler tone. "Ben...the Council isn't doing anything because they need you - as a General, a diplomat, to...um..."

"Reign in Anakin?" Obi-Wan drew a hand through his hair - thank God he had cut the mullet - and sighed. "That's certainly one way to put it."

She frowned, studying his posture before ultimately deciding to leave the subject of Anakin alone - it had never done them any good, and now, with Ahsoka in the mix? It was a recipe for disaster.

"Honey?"

Obi-Wan glanced at her, eyebrows raised a bit in question.

"Guess who contacted me?"

"Your old suitors, complaining that you're too good for a Jedi?"

Satine gave a small smile, wondering how long it would take for him to realize he was more than worthy of her love. "Guess again."

"The ghost of Qui-Gon? Because he probably liked you more than me."

"Bo-Katan."

"Your sister?" Obi-Wan leaned forward, alarm on his face. "Isn't she a known Death Watch supporter?"

"Mmm hmm...but some things have arisen lately...involving Ahsoka...and...you're not going to like this at all."

Author's note: I promised myself I wouldn't end on a cliffhanger...I failed on that promise epically.

I'll probably only have this series go until chapter 10 - so enjoy this chapter ;)

(As usual I'll edit this at a later date)

ii Digestive Reader ii