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Mysterious Girl

Chapter 2

Jedi Don't Have Nightmares

In an apartment at the Jedi Temple at around 3.30am, the sound of a tap running in the kitchen was enough to awaken Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker - which was unusual, seeing as Anakin was usually the type to sleep through anything. "Anakin would have been able to sleep through the Clone Wars, even if his bed was in the middle of the battlefield," Obi-Wan had once quipped.

Haha, very funny, Master, Anakin thought to himself, sitting up in bed and turning the lamp on next to him.

/ What's funny? And why are you awake at this time? \

"Oh, force," Anakin whispered, quickly slamming his shields up in his mind, and mentally chastising himself for forgetting to put them up straight away. He slowly dragged himself up out of bed, his eyelids heavy from where he was still tired and half-asleep. Making his way across the room, he opened his bedroom door to find his former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, sat in a chair in the living room, a hot drink in his hand.

"Sorry about that, but I didn't think I'd need to worry about you invading my thoughts at 3.30 in the morning," Anakin said in a sarcastic tone, leaning casually against the door frame. Obi-Wan shot him a slightly annoyed-looking glance, and Anakin just smirked.

"Why are you awake at this time, Master? Is something wrong?"

Obi-Wan sighed and he definitely sounded like something was troubling him - but still, he shook his head and simply shooed Anakin away. But Anakin didn't leave. He walked over and stood in front of Obi-Wan, staring at him worriedly.

"Go back to bed, Anakin. You need your rest."

Anakin didn't listen, and instead of going back to his room, he sat down next to Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan laughed a little, wondering to himself why he wasted energy telling Anakin what to do, when Anakin never listened anyway.

"Anakin, do you ever listen to me?"

"When I have to, Master." Anakin and Obi-Wan turned to face each other, and Anakin smiled. Obi-Wan smiled back.

"But really, what's wrong?" Anakin asked again.

Obi-Wan didn't know whether to share it with Anakin. He didn't really feel like having a long, drawn out conversation at that moment - not that he ever had those with Anakin, but still. He knew it was going to be inevitable, if he brought up the reason why he was awake so early.

But he needed to tell someone. And who better than his closest friend, his former Padawan?

"It's nothing, really. Just a dream."

"A dream? That's what's bothering you?"

Obi-Wan nodded, looking over at Anakin again. Anakin gave him a look, a look of sympathy and understanding. And then he turned away, looking at the window. "I was always a big dreamer. Still am."

Obi-Wan sat up, reaching over to put his drink on the table in front of him. And then he sat back again, closing his eyes.

"I saw a girl in my dream," he said quietly. "She... looked like Siri."

Anakin didn't turn to face Obi-Wan this time, his gaze was still fixed on the window and the goings on outside. But he gave Obi-Wan a quick sideways glance, and smiled knowingly. "It's been a year. Do you still miss her?"

Obi-Wan did not open his eyes. Part of him was afraid of what he might do if he did. All he did was nod, slowly.

"If she's been gone a year, Master, why did you dream about her?"

Good point, Obi-Wan thought to himself. He didn't know why he was dreaming about Siri, after all this time. She had barely crossed his mind during the past few months.. now suddenly one random dream, and all his long-lost lingering thoughts and feelings for her had come rushing back to him. It was painful, and part of him didn't know how to deal with it. But he was strong, he knew he would be alright.

At least, he thought he would.

Of course I will, thought Obi-Wan, I'm a Jedi.

"It wasn't a dream," Obi-Wan said stubbornly.

"It was a nightmare, then," Anakin retorted.

"Jedi don't have nightmares, Anakin." Obi-Wan's eyelids fluttered open, and he sighed again. "It was just... a very deep thought."

"It must have been, to wake you up at 3 o'clock in the morning." Anakin shot him a knowing look, and all Obi-Wan did was shake his head slightly. Not because Anakin was wrong. That wasn't the problem - even though it usually was.

No, that wasn't the problem. Because this time, Anakin was right. His very deep thought - his dream - had disturbed him greatly. Although now that he thought about it... had it been Siri? He thought back to what he had dreamt. The long blonde hair, the shining emerald green eyes... but there was something about this girl. It felt like Siri, although at the same time it didn't.

Get a grip, Obi-Wan, stop being so stupid.

"Yes. Get a grip, Master." Anakin smirked, and then he got up from the couch. "I'm tired, I'm going back to bed now. You should too." And with that, Obi-Wan's former padawan was gone.

And Obi-Wan was left alone again, in the comforting darkness that seemed to consume the entire room. He leaned back again, so that his head was hanging over the back of the couch. He felt all the blood rush to his head and for a second he felt dizzy. He lifted up his arm, putting his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me, Siri?" he murmured, another soft sigh escaping his lips.

It wasn't me.

For a second, Obi-Wan froze. He sat up again, shifting about, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the fact that someone else was obviously in the room with him, yet he hadn't sensed their presence.

He knew who this someone else was.

It wasn't me you dreamt of, my darling Obi-Wan.

And now Obi-Wan was confused. Even more than he had ever been before.

"Well, if it wasn't you I dreamt of... who was it?"

He never got a response.