Wow, it's been awhile since my last chapter. I wholeheartedly apologize for the delay, but life has been pretty freaking hectic lately. I won't bore you with the details; I'll just get straight to the writing. Don't forget to review; I honestly turn out chapters based on how many reviews I get.

Love across the Stars

Chapter 4

Draboon

(I wasn't entirely sure what Obi said in "Voyage of Temptation", so I winged it)

Satine

That's it. That is IT! I don't know how much more I can take! We have been on the run for a month and a bloody half now and I don't know what to do with myself! I do the best I can to help with my hunting and (minimal) cooking skills, but I cannot seem to make Obi-wan hate me any less. I am actually trying to make him like me. Not because I like him or anything, simply because I realize I am going to be stuck in very, VERY close quarters with him for quite awhile, and I think poor Qui-Gon will rip his hair out if we keep fighting like this. Not to mention the fact that I don't want anyone to hate me, despite all the people that do. I know not EVERYONE will like me, but I don't want anyone to dislike me either. See what I mean? No, of course you don't. You're a bloody tablet! Not a sentient being that can understand how utterly insane I am! I'm sorry; I'm just really- what the hell? Now I'm APOLOGIZING TO YOU? I need to put you down before I name you or something. Besides, Obi-wan's standing at the opening to my tent, looking like the pissed-off Gungan he is. Can Gungans even get pissed? Oh jeez, he looks really mad. Gotta go!

*Satine*

Scene

Obi-wan stared at Satine with mild irritation. What didn't she understand about "Leaving in five minutes."?

"Are you ready to go yet?"

She flushed, obviously embarrassed by her forgetfulness

"I'm sorry obi-wan. Can I just have five minutes?"

He could never stay mad at her. She was far too cute for that.

"Of course, your highness." He turned to leave.

"Can you not call me that?"

He turned to face her. "Why not?"

"I…I don't like it."

"Why? It's your title. It is part of you."

"I wish it wasn't."

"Wishing will never change anything. It will just make you long for what you cannot have."

"How would you know?"

He turned his back to her once more. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me." She blurted out. Realizing how unprofessional she sounded, she clapped her hand over her mouth.

He turned to look at her, a slight look of shock on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"My apologies your highness, but I was under the impression that you hated me."

She looked mildly shocked herself. "Well, it's not true." As she spoke, she stood up and moved herself closer to him, so close that he could feel her pleasantly warm breath on his throat. And it was driving him up the metaphorical wall. He turned away.

"I'll give you those five minutes. Try to be quick. My master is waiting for us."

"Where is he?"

"He is…procuring a ship for us in the nearby city."

"Oh." She knew what he meant. Qui-Gon was stealing a ship. She felt guilty. None of them would be here if it hadn't been for her. She knew Obi-wan blamed her for that, and she felt worse. She may have written in her journal that she was not interested in him, but that was only for his benefit, in case he read it. He didn't need a silly little girl like her falling over him. He had better things to concern himself with than that. He'd already told her what he thought of her. Scrawny. Underdeveloped. Childish. The list went on and on. Inwardly, she flinched. But on the outside, she became cold and professional. Frigid, they would have called her back home. A frigid, heartless, bitch. She could live with that. She packed up her things quickly and headed outside. When she had finished packing up the tent, she looked around. Obi-wan was nowhere to be found.

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

He had to walk. He had to clear his head. He'd been so close, so very, very close to losing control. She'd been so warm. She'd looked so upset. She'd been there. He'd wanted it, wanted HER, so damn badly. He just needed a few minutes to cool off, and then he'd go back to the camp. What was it about her that did this to him? What was it about her that drove him mad with lust, testing his self-control? He had had many women before she came along, most of them with very large…assets. And yet…none of them could compare to her. Not in his mind. And he didn't understand it. Not at all. It just….was, as Qui-Gon would say. Something unchangeable. Irreversible. He hated it. With most, he could chase them, sleep with them, and move on. He had a feeling it would not work that way with her. Somehow, he knew that if he gave in to his need for her, he'd never get away. At the very least, not without feeling he had lost something…important. A key part of what made him who he was. And. He. Never. Lost. Anything. So it was settled. He would avoid her as much as possible. Speak to her only when spoken to. Etcetera, Etcetera. Shouldn't be too bad, as long as he avoids looking into those haunted blue eyes, his absolute favorite part of her, no matter how disturbing they were. Sometimes, when he watched her staring at the fire, that blank, fathomless expression on her face, it was as if she were screaming inside. He could almost hear it. Screaming, Screaming, Screaming some more. That's when he realized, with a sinking feeling, that that screaming was terribly, horribly real.

And he knew who it was.

Dun, Dun, DUUUUN! I'm back, ladies and slurms! (If you didn't get that Futurama reference, you aint on Mr. J's party list! And if you didn't get that Harley Quinn/ Batman: Arkham Asylum reference, I am so very disappointed in you… :P) Ciao!