Conversations

Jordana groaned as the harsh sunlight hit her eyes. Her head throbbed and spun as she sat up, and her stomach was doing back flips. She hadn't felt this bad since her first hangover several years ago, when Tahira first took her drinking.
"Fuck I hate hangovers." she grumbled.
Suddenly she noticed that the room looked different. Either someone had completely redecorated while she slept, and who knows how long she'd been asleep, or she wasn't in her room anymore. She looked over to see Anakin sleeping on his side next to her.
"Anakin?" she whispered, shaking him. Finally, his eyes barely opened.
"Yeah, what?" he said, still half asleep.
"What am I doing in your bed?" she demanded.
"Why wouldn't you be?" he replied, smiling and closing his eyes.
"Anakin, we didn't…last night?" She began to panic. All memory from the night before eluded her and her heart pounded in her ears as she began to contemplate all the possible scenarios that could have happened. While she wanted nothing more than to make love to him, she didn't want her first time to be while one or both of them was in some drunken haze.
He opened his eyes again and smiled.
"You were…amazing." He said quietly.
"What!" she shrieked. He laughed.
"Last night, you were incredible. You did things I didn't know you knew how to do."
Her stomach began to churn faster and faster, and she thought she could taste the bitter bile rise in her throat.
"Oh…my…god." She whispered. He broke out laughing, and she realized he was joking.
"Fuck you Anakin Skywalker!" she screamed and tried to hit him. He grabbed her wrist and held her down. "Anakin, no! I'm going to puke." she moaned in protest.
"There's a disposal on the floor, on your side of the bed."
She quickly leaned over and emptied the contents of her stomach into it. She relaxed against the pillows, sighing as she pushed her hands back through her hair.
"You bastard!" she growled as she attempted to hit him again. But this time he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her underneath him.
"Well, you're feeling better." he said cheerily.
She gazed up at his devilishly boyish grin and realized she couldn't stay mad at him.
"Alright fine, I'm not mad at you. Just don't ever do anything like that again or I swear I'll hit you so damn hard."
"Your in no position to be making threats Jordana."
"What?"
"Given your position, you're wide open and vulnerable."
Her eyes widened in shock, "You wouldn't dare!"
His hands snapped from her wrist to her sides where his fingers assaulted the delicate, sensitive spot along her rib cage. She squealed and squirmed until finally he stopped. Once she was free, she scooted to the other side of the bed.
"So what happened last night anyway?" she asked, still trying to catch her breath.
"You passed out. I carried you back here, and you began throwing up. Once you calmed down, I placed you in my bed so I could keep an eye on you."
"Good thing I didn't drive home, huh?"
"Jedi don't let Jedi fly drunk." He said, smiling. "Try not to get that drunk again, please. As much as I liked having you in my bed, I don't like seeing you throw up all over the place." he pleaded.
"I won't. I didn't realize how strong that stuff was."
He got off the bed and started toward the bathroom, "I'm going to get ready for work. Should I tell Dax you'll be there in a few hours?"
"Yeah, I'll be ready by then."

About a half an hour after Anakin left for work, Jordana heard a faint vibration coming from her bag, the one that Tahira had given her. Reaching into one of the side pockets, she found a small comlink pager with a random number and two words: CALL TAHIRA.

Anakin was lying underneath a badly damaged speeder, attempting to fix the engine when Dax approached him.
"You got a minute?"
He didn't slide out from under it, "Yeah, what is it?"
"It's about Jordana."
"What about her?"
"How close are you two?"
"I already told you, I've known her since I was ten. She's my closest and most trusted friend. I trusted her enough to invite her to my own wedding, and she even tried to talk to my ex-wife after she left me."
Ex-wife. Those words left a sour taste in his mouth and he was surprised at the ease at which they flew from his lips. In the days that he'd been on Corellia, he could count on one hand the number of times he'd thought about Padme. Even her name was sounding less and less familiar. Perhaps this was moving on, and he was ever so slowly beginning to forget the beautiful politician he'd been so in love with.
"I'm just saying, she's really something else." He paused, "Did you ever think you might have feelings for her?"
"What?"
Him? With Jordana? The thought had never crossed his mind, probably because Padme had occupied his thoughts and dreams for the entire time he'd known her. And yet even after Padme left him, and her name slowly loosing its enchanting effect, he didn't know if he could ever fall in love with someone else. He cared deeply for Jordana, but love her? It was a concept he couldn't wrap his mind around entirely.
"I've never really thought about her that way."
"Oh, well. I was just wondering. You two looked like a couple last night."
The thought of him with Jordana played through his mind again. It was a strange, yet slightly pleasant thought. Before he could contemplate the notion further, he quickly brushed the thought out of his mind.
"Well, I'll let you get back to work." Dax said, leaving Anakin to finish repairing the speeder.

Jordana hesitantly dialed the number, not sure where she was calling, or if Tahira would even answer. She was relieved, however, to hear her former master's familiar voice.
"Master, where are you?"
"Don't worry, I'm far from the Temple. I just wanted to see how you're doing. Are you feeling ok? You sound like shit."
"I'm hung over. Anakin and I are fine. He's at work, and I'm leaving in a little bit to join him."
"Well it didn't take you two long to get settled."
"We got lucky. We found someone who's willing to help us. So when are you leaving?"
"That's why I called you. There's been a small change of plans."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know how I'm going to put this so I'm just going to come out and say it. Jordana, Obi-Wan and I are together. He told me he loved me, and we're going to leave the Order, together. But first we have to wait until the war is over."
"That's a lie. The war already is over. You're just trying to cover because you know you won't be coming back!"
"No, it's not. At least the Council doesn't think so, not until Count Dooku is either captured or killed. Jordana what's gotten into you?"

Jealousy, that's what'd gotten into her. Tahira had her man, but Jordana wasn't sure if Anakin would ever be able to get over Padme. He'd loved her for so long, that even if she didn't love him anymore, he would never betray his 'love' for her. She saw green and red, and another thought popped into her head.
"Does he know we're alive?" she demanded.
"No! I'm telling him after we leave the Order. What's going on? Why are you acting like this?"
Hearing the hurt in her friend's voice ended her rage, but it still didn't erase the hurt in her own heart.
"Master, understand this is frustrating for me. You tell me you'll come back for us, and then you tell me that you're staying with Obi-Wan until the war is over."
"I know, it's frustrating for me too. It kills me to keep telling Obi-Wan that you two are dead. He really is hurting, he wishes he never would have agreed with the Council on your execution."
"You think that's bad, try having to watch him marry another woman."
"Jordana-"
"I'm sorry for snapping at you." she said quickly.
"I understand. Look I have to go now. I'll contact you again in the next few weeks."
"Alright. May the Force be with you, Master."
"And with you, Jordana. Good-bye."
"Bye."
She clutched the comlink in her hand as a few hot, angry tears fell down her face. She didn't want to be mad at Tahira, but she was. She knew Tahira wasn't trying to hurt her, and yet she still felt betrayed. She angrily threw the comlink back into the bag and went to get ready for work.