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Fingers fiddled with a small comlink until it had been shut off. Obi-Wan gazed at a screen before him. He was truly baffled by the information he had received from his master. No one in the whole history of the Jedi Knights had ever had a midiclorian count that high. And to think, it was from a small boy. How strange the universe was.

He turned his head once he heard a person entering the cockpit. There was almost a mocking smile when he saw it was Sabe. "Ah, your highness. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"None really," she stated while clasping her hands together. Her attire was yet again different. The soft pastel blues were perfect against her skin and the ringlets in her hair made her appear to be royalty. "I just came to see why my handmaiden has not returned yet. It's extremely dark outside."

"Well, this is a change from you sending your handmaid to get information."

"I am not in the mood to be mocked." Sabe stated.

Obi-Wan nodded his head and swung the chair around so that he wouldn't have to keep glancing over his shoulder. "They are going to spend the night with a local. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"I am not worried; Padme can take care of herself."

"Yet, you come late at night to find out what's going on? I think that is worry."

"No, its called concern," Sabe sighed.

He could see that she was tired, though her tongue was as sharp as ever. Maybe speaking to her on another level would be best for the both of them. Turning the chair beside him toward her, Obi-Wan let down his guard. "Concern is a good thing. Oh, did I formally introduce myself?"

She took a seat. "Well, you see this is what happened. You dropped from a balcony, then wisped me away on a ship and the only thing I knew about you was that you were a Jedi slash ambassador. Although, yes, I do know your name since you shouted it through the door."

"And obviously I know yours."

There was a slight hesitation from her. He knew a name but it wasn't her name. All he would ever call her would be royal titles or Amidala. Never would he utter Sabe. Hmm… and why should she care? When they finally reached their destination she would never see him again. Why was she fretting over a bubbly feeling that came from meeting someone once? Maybe Rabe was right; she was a hopeless romantic. "Obviously."

Her finger pointed to the screen. "What is that a reading of?"

"Oh, its just some random numbers. Midicloreans to be exact."

Sabe nodded her head. "Oh."

"You have no clue what they are, do you?"

When she saw his smile it was hard not to do the same. "No, I don't. Could you tell me? Do they have to do with the Jedi?"

"No and yes."

"Well which is it; no or yes?" She laughed. "You're not a very good teacher."

He sat back in his chair. "And you could do a better job at teaching? Ok, teach me all you know. Better yet, teach me about myself."

"How in the universe can I do that?"

"I don't know. You're supposed to be the teacher."

Sabe tilted her head and leaned closer to Obi-Wan. Her hand came up to his face and traced the lines on his forehead. "You are a person who does allot of thinking. Always making faces or laughing." She traced all the way down to his shoulders. "And you like to be physically fit."

Laughter emitted from Obi-Wan. "I think you can be a fortune teller or a doctor."

"Alright smart guy!" Sabe make a face. "Let's see how good you are."

"Fine then. I will." Clearing his throat, Obi-Wan took his finger and planted it on her nose. "You have no other problems with yourself but your nose. You find it too face for your face. Cheeks most of the time are red. In which shows you try to hide you are embarrassed but don't entirely succeed." Taking his finger, he poked her in the stomach. "You're ticklish as well."

Sabe squirmed in laughter when he touched her stomach. Everything he had said was true. She wasn't going to admit it but it was true. "Oh, you go too far!"

"So am I right?"

"About?"

"Everything!" Obi-Wan exclaimed.

"Yes, yes. You pass my test." Sabe tilted her head. "You know, Jedi aren't the hard core people as I imagined. When I first met you… you were…"

"Preoccupied with a mission. Saving you was not planned but it happened and I guess having this ship in bad condition turned out to be a good thing."

Sabe made a face. She was truly getting comfortable in talking with Obi-Wan and it felt like having a conversation with a friend. "Why is that?"

"Because I am getting to know you."

"Ah, and me being royalty has nothing to do with it?"

He smiled and rose from his chair. "Having friends with benefits is not always a bad thing. Shall I escort you back to your room? It is late."

Sabe shook her head. She was coming back to reality. All this was a nice little fantasy but it wouldn't last for long; she had to remember that. Till then there was nothing wrong with flirting. He was flirting or was he just being nice? In a way she didn't care. "But I am not tired. All I have been doing all day is sitting around. Maybe you could tell me more about the Jedi. I have always been curious about them."

With a nod of his head, Obi-Wan watched her stand to her feet. "It would by my pleasure but I don't plan on doing all the talking."

The cockpit was a small space and so when Sabe stood, there wasn't much room between them. Her heart fluttered for a moment through she surprised it with a bold smile. "I wouldn't be much of a lady if I let you."

Obi-Wan rubbed the back of his neck while looking down at her. This was quite an awkward position and so he thought it best to get out of here.

The main lobby was where the Jedi and Handmaiden choose to converse. It was a time of laughter and though many retired to bed, the two kept awake. Sabe was the one who kept the conversation going. There was not only a desire to hear his voice but rather to rub Rabe's nose in this later on. "It must be amazing to be a Jedi."

"I guess it is; that's why I still am one." Obi-Wan replied.

"It all sounds so wonderful but there must be a down side." Sabe sighed. "Nothing can be that good without having its quirks."

There was a long pause from the Jedi as he reflected his answer. This night had been filled with silly talk though now there was some seriousness brought into the mixture. "Honestly; to have possessions. Not like an animal or device but rather another person."

"As in love. You can't love?"

"Well, there is a fine line drawn about that. We can love but not in a way that takes away from our life as a Jedi. To truly be attached to someone would cause our mind to wander. Therefore relationships are forbidden."

Sabe propped her elbows on the table. "Forbidden; it seems like love is evil when put that way. I don't know where I would be without love." Her dark eyes gazed at Obi-Wan. "Have there ever been Jedi who have loved?"

"Probably though I have never heard of them. Things like that would be kept in secret."

"Have you ever loved someone?"

Now she was stepping on a line that no one had ever crossed. Yes, he had loved another; that was a long time ago and he didn't want to go back there. Dreams still haunted him of the woman he wanted but knew he couldn't have. He cleared his throat. "I think you had better turn in. Its late." He smiled. "I am tiered as well."

Sabe didn't say a word as she stood to her feet. She knew there was something wrong about the question she had asked. It was a personal one indeed. Maybe she should have been better to not ask that question. "Of course."

Obi-Wan rose as well, though he grasped her arm. "We can talk in the morning."

"Sure." She nodded her head. "Good night."

"Good night," Obi-Wan replied.