A/N: *peeks out from behind her desk* Is anybody out there? Hello, all of my readers (the two of you there are left), I am so sorry. I forgot this story existed. It was a bad year. But I'm out of hospital, not meant to leave the house and ready to start writing again! So I will try to update every month. Start hounding me if I don't if you want the story. Just email me threatening messages to updatethedamnstoryyoutwit at yahoo dot com, with the and . in the appropriate places . Seriously. I made a new email for this. This chapter is over a thousand words; hope that makes up for it somewhat.

Mr. Kendren Neeve looked at the number on his ticket, then the number of the door in front of him; both read 211. He smiled, shrugged the heavy backpack he was carrying higher on his shoulder and turned to his companion, "This is our room, Cale. Do you have everything?"

The teenager glared at him over the huge stack of boxes he was carrying, struggling under the weight of both the boxes and the suitcases swinging from his arms, "Remind me again why I'm carrying everything?"

"Because you're young and strong and I'm a feeble old man," Kendren replied happily. Cale just pouted.

The two men were standing in the hallway of the luxurious passenger ship that was taking them to what the brochure described as "a new, carefree life of safety, security and smiles!". The ship wasn't as crowded as it had been the first time Hydra had sent for skilled workers; the horror stories of the disappearance of the last lot had kept people away. Now, the only ones who'd volunteered were the desperate and the stupid, as well as a few undercover Jedi.

Obi-Wan wasn't really struggling under the weight of the boxes – not too much anyway – but as "Cale", he couldn't seem too extraordinary. At the same time, being too normal and boring would attract attention as well. Obi-Wan knew it was a careful balancing act, he'd been undercover before, but the thought of Qui-Gon being an "old and feeble man" made him break character and smile wryly. Feeble indeed.

Qui-Gon was taking his time finding their key card. Adi and Siri would be arriving any minute, and they had to seem to run into one another naturally. It said in the brochure that their neighbours on the ship would also live near them on Hydra, "So the friends you make over the next two weeks aren't hard to find in your new home!", which would be convenient for keeping in contact with the other team. As "Kendren" found the key, a pair of familiar voices rounded the corner

"Are you absolutely sure you picked it up? Because there is still time to run back and get it-"

"Maman, for crying out loud, I'm sure! You only reminded me how many times?"

Obi-Wan smirked as Qui-Gon glanced over at the source of the voices with mild interest. He'd never realized what a good actor his Master was. Qui-Gon unlocked the door just as Adi and Siri's footsteps stopped behind them.

"212, this is us An," Adi said cheerfully. Obi-Wan waited patiently for Qui-Gon to open the door, but he seemed to get distracted by the new neighbours. Obi-Wan couldn't see Adi or Siri over the stack of boxes, but he could just see Qui-Gon's welcoming smile.

"Oh, hello," Adi's voice was perfect; she sounded slightly surprised, courteous, and friendly. Nothing out of the ordinary. So far, so good, Obi-Wan thought. "We're your neighbours, I guess. I'm Ka'Teeka, this is An."

"Hi, pleased to meet you," he greeted them naturally. "I'm Kendren, this is my son, Cale."

"Hi!" Obi-Wan half-yelled from behind the boxes. "I'd love to say hello properly, but I can't put these boxes down until someone opens the door."

"Oh! Right," Qui-Gon hurriedly opened the door. "Just put them down on a table or something, then come back out and say hi."

"Okay," Obi-Wan slipped into the small suite. He surveyed it quickly. The council had given them a run down on the ship, and their rooms, during their final briefing the day before.

"We had a friendly technician check out the rooms; there are no voice recorders, or filming equipment of any kind within the private rooms. In the main entertainment areas there are both in random locations. Don't say anything that reveals you know one another anywhere but in your quarters. They must think you are strangers; they know there are usually two Jedi teams working together on missions like this."

Obi-Wan dumped the boxes on the small table in the living space. It looked as the council had said it would; brightly lit, cheerfully decorated, and with comfortable furnishings. The padawan sighed and turned to leave. He was not looking forward to seeing Siri.

The two teams had not seen one another that day. They had arrived separately, and as such he had no idea what Siri would look like. If she looked as good as she had the other day… well, maybe it would be a good thing he hadn't seen her, Obi-Wan grinned as he exited the room. Any teenage boy would pause at seeing Siri.

Qui-Gon smiled at him as he rejoined them, "Cale, this is Ka'Teeka and her daughter An."

"Hi, pleased to meet you," Obi-Wan greeted them. He thought he managed to cover up his reaction to Siri's appearance quite well, although for realisms' sake (or so he told himself), he did spare her a second glance. She gave him a cocky smirk in return, and looked him up and down in a very teenage assessment.

She looked much the same as it had been when they had met the council; hair artfully tousled, eyes rimmed in black, and in casual clothes that only emphasised how slim and strong she was. Siri looked ridiculously good for someone wearing an oversized tunic of nerf-wool (so oversized it fell to reveal her bony shoulder) and simple black pants.

Kendren and Ka'Teeka were still chatting, apparently content to leave the teenagers to meet. Instead, they stood staring at one another, Cale obviously uncomfortable, An smirking. The blonde girl turned to her mother.

"Maman, I'm going to go set up my room, 'kay?" she said softly. Ka'Teeka smiled a little and nodded, handed her the key. An tossed Cale one final heated glance before swaggering inside. Cale stared after her for a moment, before slipping into his own quarters.

Inside, Siri grinned and leaned against the door. I have no idea what's gotten into me, she thought, I shouldn't have done that… but it was fun.

She laughed, slightly giddy from her wordless exchange with Obi-Wan, and walked to the first door. Maybe she could have some fun with this…

Obi-Wan slumped against the back of the door of room 211. What was Siri playing at? He wondered. Was she flirting with him?

It must be her character, he decided. An must be flirty. Although, if I have to picture Siri flirting, teasing and silent is how she'd do it…

You're thinking about this too much, he concluded, shaking his head and picking up the box that carried his clothes, and starting towards one of the sleeproom doors. Whatever happens, just play along, and react like a Jedi wouldn't.

As he opened the door to what be his room for the next two weeks, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd survive Siri giving him another look like that.