Wow - lots of questions, I see! Well, I won't lie - I was a bit overwhelmed 'cause I personally have NEVER been asked that many questions or given that much of a personal opinion before. O.O Not that that it's BAD, but it was a pretty interesting and slightly overwhelming feeling. However, I'm glad, because if you're asking questions, it means that you're thinking. :)
Anyways, just to address my awesome guest reviewers and to answer the questions that THEY asked -
Guest Reviewer Panda - I assume the last bit of your last review was a typo, but I'm fine with that. XD YES, I know that I haven't properly described Ahsoka yet, but I WILL, mainly when Obi-wan actually MEETS Ahsoka. I mean, the majority of the story will be from Obi-wan's view. Technically, I guess this story is in third person narrative, (meaning that there really isn't a true point-of-view, but I think it'll be easier for me to describe what Ahsoka looks like if Obi-wan was to see her.
And yes, I can see what you mean about how weird it is that Palpatine was able to take down all of those Force Wielders. How he did it will all be revealed in time later on in the story.
Guest Reviewer ErinKenobi2893 - Again, Obi-wan is MUCH younger in this story...so, instead of being nineteen years older than Anakin, I'm guessing that he'll probably be around two or three years older. Still, he's growing and he doesn't totally understand what position he's in. So, I guess he's a BIT out-of-character, but don't worry, we'll see the Obi-wan that we all know and love soon enough. :) Plus, I've read somewhere that when Obi-wan was younger, he actually happened to be a bit impatient and fiery, too, but later matured as time went on. Most of the stuff that you asked is actually going to be revealed in the later chapters. [THIS GOES FOR ALL REVIEWERS WHO HAVE QUESTIONS - ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN LATER CHAPTERS.] To be honest, I'm not much of a Mergana shipper, either, but I promise you that I won't have Ahsoka liking Obi-wan or vice versa because...well, I dunno, I never shipped them...? And as for the rest of your questions, (who's who, etc.,) well, again, that'll be revealed later. Thank you so much for the awesome reviews, (I am so glad to find another Merlinian/Clone Wars fan!) but I would like it if you would stop posting possible spoilers. Thanks. :)
That goes for other reviewers, too - if you watched BBC's Merlin, high five, really, but please try not to reveal any spoilers or anything, because there's a couple of people here who have NEVER seen Merlin and if they do, I want them to experience the show on their own.
Thanks so much!
Chapter One. The Force Wielder's Call
Part three of chapter one.
"How could you be so foolish?" Qui-Gon asked indignantly when Obi-wan and he were inside the physician's chambers.
"He needed to be taught a lesson." Obi-wan replied, his jaw squared and clenched.
"The use of the Force must be studied, mastered and used for the good—not for pranks!" Qui-Gon chided. Obi-wan threw his hands up in frustration and whirled around to look at the older man.
"What is there to master?" He asked loudly. "I could move objects like that before I was able to talk!"
"Then you should know how to control yourself!" Qui-Gon replied, gesturing to Obi-wan.
Obi-wan felt something inside of him snap. His entire life was all about hiding that he could use the Force. He just wanted to be himself, for once! Was that too much to ask?
"I don't want to!" Obi-wan yelled. "If I can't use the Force, what else have I got?" Without waiting for an answer, Obi-wan shook his head.
"I'm just a nobody." He said quietly. "And I always will be. If I can't use the Force, then I might as well die."
With that said, Obi-wan turned back around and stormed into his room. He flopped down on his bed and buried his head into his pillow in both exhaustion and anger. He didn't even care if Qui-Gon would be angry with him or not. He was just angry. It wasn't fair that other people could live in freedom but Obi-wan couldn't.
The door to Obi-wan's bedroom suddenly creaked open and without looking up, the young man knew that it was Qui-Gon.
"Obi-wan?" The physician asked quietly. Obi-wan heard him walking closer to his bed. "Sit up, take your shirt off."
For a few seconds, Obi-wan didn't move. Then, he pushed himself into a sitting position and shrugged off his shirt. He held his shirt in his hands as Qui-Gon opened a small bag and started to take small vials and bottles from it.
Obi-wan winced as Qui-Gon started to dab something on his back. He could already feel the scabs and bruises from the broom freshening but didn't say anything. Within the next few seconds, the pain started to ebb away and Obi-wan mumbled, "You don't know why I'm born like this, do you?"
"No," Qui-Gon replied quietly, dabbing some more of the stuff on Obi-wan's back.
Obi-wan managed a small, incredulous smile and asked quietly, "I'm not a monster, am I?"
Qui-Gon's hand froze and he glanced down at Obi-wan, who looked right back up at him intently.
"Don't ever think that." Qui-Gon replied firmly.
Obi-wan bit his lip. "Then why am I like this?" He asked. "Please, I just need to know."
Qui-Gon sighed as he put the medicine away. "Maybe there's someone with more knowledge than me, Obi-wan." He said slowly.
Obi-wan fumbled with his shirt and murmured, "If you can't tell me, then I don't think anyone can."
For a few minutes, Qui-Gon didn't answer. Instead, he simply handed Obi-wan a small cup of a strange, blue liquid.
"Here," he said quietly. "It'll help with the pain."
Obi-wan sighed and took it halfheartedly. He drank it down quickly and handed it back to the physician. "Thank you." He mumbled.
Qui-Gon nodded and patted the younger man on the knee. "Try to get some rest." He said and with that, he left.
•◊•
"Will you sing for us tonight?" King Palpatine asked at dinner, glancing over to Lady Glyyn.
The witch gave the king a graceful, charming smile. "You'll have to wait." She replied sweetly.
Palpatine smiled. "You will not deny me," he said casually but the witch shook her head, her smile not leaving her face.
"I'm saving myself for tomorrow." She said. The witch laughed to herself and asked, "Will everyone be there?"
Palpatine nodded, taking a quick drink from his goblet. "Who would dare miss it?"
"How about your son?" The witch asked casually. "It seems a shame to not have met him."
"That's Anakin for you," Palpatine replied with a small laugh.
The witch feigned a sad smile. "Poor child." She said quietly.
"Hm?"
The witch looked up. "Poor child," she repeated. "It couldn't have been easy to grow up without a mother."
Palpatine looked down at his plate. "No." He replied quietly.
"Hm," the witch replied sadly. "The bond between mother and son—it's so hard to replace."
Palpatine cleared his throat and shook his head. "It hasn't been easy." He murmured.
"I'm sure," the witch agreed in fake sympathy. She gave the king a smile and then continued, "Perhaps if you found someone. If you remarried. I'm sure you'd have the pick of any maiden in the kingdom."
The king smiled and lifted his goblet. "Perhaps I'll find love again," he said slowly. "But I'm afraid it's too late to replace Anakin's mother."
The witch nodded in agreement and picked up her own goblet. "Oh, yes, indeed." She replied softly. "It's certainly too late for Anakin."
•◊•
"Obi-wan."
Obi-wan shifted in his sleep. He opened one of his eyes and looked up. It was still dark.
"Obi-wan."
Obi-wan sighed and kicked off his blankets in annoyance. What was calling him? Why couldn't he be left alone tonight?
With a sigh, he sat up and tugged on his boots. He needed to find this person or thing who was calling him. Maybe Obi-wan could get the voice to stop talking to him.
Obi-wan grabbed his jacket off his desk and slowly headed out of his bedroom. He found himself walking through Qui-Gon's chambers and made his way across without waking the physician up.
He reached the door and Obi-wan ran out of the chambers. He walked through the halls of the castle and closed his eyes.
He could feel where the voice was coming from. Obi-wan frowned, concentrating harder, and walked deeper into the castle. He rounded a corner and walked down a small flight of stairs. Obi-wan was about to walk further down when he caught sight of a pair of guards, rolling a pair of dice across a small, wooden table. He held his breath and looked past the guards. There was a small, tunnel structure with a stairwell going down into darkness.
Come here. The voice whispered and Obi-wan took in a deep breath.
He reopened his eyes and with a wave of his hand, caused the dice to fly off the table. The guards startled, and, looking uneasy, walked towards the dice.
Obi-wan smiled despite himself and moved the dice a bit further away. The guards followed the dice, a stupid, dazed look spread across their faces.
Shaking his head in wonder, Obi-wan quickly ran down the stairs and grabbing a small torch from the hall, walked down the dark stairs.
You're almost here, the voice whispered and Obi-wan came to a stop in front of an arch. He narrowed his eyes and walked through it with wide eyes.
A large, spacious room spread out before him. There were torches on almost every single part of the wall and at the very center of the room was an old, tall man with strange, blue eyes. Obi-wan blinked, suddenly noticing that the man didn't have any whites in his eyes—instead, it was just pure black besides the blue irises. His feet were shackled by chains, but that didn't keep the man from occasionally changing his form. Sometimes, he appeared to look like a towering, elderly man, and sometimes he looked like a large, glowing griffin.
But besides the man's strange appearance, Obi-wan was puzzled by the most unusual thing of all—he could almost feel the Force radiating off of him.
"You're the Force Wielder." Obi-wan said in awe and the man nodded in reply.
"I'm here." He said simply and the Force Wielder examined Obi-wan with great interest.
"How small you are, for such a great destiny." He said quietly. Obi-wan frowned, taking a few tentative steps forward.
"What do you mean?" He asked quietly. "What destiny?"
The Force Wielder clasped his hands together and replied, "Your gift, Obi-wan, was given to you for a reason."
Obi-wan felt his heart beat faster in excitement and murmured, "So there is a reason…"
The Force Wielder nodded. "Anakin is the once and future king, who will unite this kingdom and the kingdoms beyond." He said and Obi-wan blinked.
Anakin? A king? A king who would 'unite the kingdom and the kingdoms beyond'?
"Right." Obi-wan muttered, unsure whether to believe the Force Wielder or not.
"But he faces many threats from friend and foe alike," the Force Wielder continued, his ancient eyes staring directly into Obi-wan's.
"I don't see how this has anything to do with me." Obi-wan replied slowly. Had he really come down here just to hear this Force Wielder tell him about Anakin? The very same Anakin that tried to take his head off with a mace?
"Everything!" The Force Wielder replied sharply. "Without you, Anakin will never succeed. Without you, the kingdoms will never unite!"
Obi-wan shook his head incredulously. "No," he said firmly. "No, you've got this all wrong."
"There is no right or wrong, Obi-wan," the Force Wielder replied. "Only what is and what isn't."
Obi-wan spread out his arms. "If anyone wants to kill him, they can go ahead. In fact, I'll help them!" He said indignantly.
The Force Wielder let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "None of us can choose our destiny, Obi-wan…and none of us can escape it."
Obi-wan's ears were ringing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"No," Obi-wan muttered, shaking his head harder. "There must be another Anakin, because this one is an idiot!"
The Force Wielder smiled. "Perhaps it's your destiny to change that." He said quietly. With that, the Force Wielder suddenly changed back into a griffin and took off deeper into his prison.
"Wait—stop! I need to know more!" Obi-wan shouted but the Force Wielder was already long gone, undoubtedly flying around the different parts of his prison or Force-knows-what.
Obi-wan sighed and turned back around. Hopefully, Qui-Gon hadn't woken up and found out that he had been gone.
•◊•
Obi-wan was awoken abruptly by a rather annoyed Qui-Gon Jinn.
"Have you seen the state of this room?" Qui-Gon asked, looking around Obi-wan's bedroom. Obi-wan looked up and he winced. He was never one to mess up his own bedroom, but last night, seeing that he had returned late, he didn't give so much as a single thought to placing his jacket or his boots or any of his things, for that matter, in its proper place.
"It just happened," Obi-wan replied lightly. And it won't happen again, because hopefully, I won't be seeing the Force Wielder anymore…
"By the Force?" Qui-Gon asked with a raised eyebrow.
Obi-wan smiled and managed a small shrug. "Let's say that," he replied.
"Yes, well…I'm sure you can clean it up without using the Force." Qui-Gon said. "And you'll have to deliver this," he passed Obi-wan a small bottle, "to Lady Ahsoka. Poor girl's having nightmares."
Before Qui-Gon walked out of Obi-wan's room, his jacket was tossed onto his bed.
Obi-wan sighed as Qui-Gon left and muttered under his breath, "I know the feeling."
He did as the physician told him and cleaned up the rest of his room. Obi-wan smiled to himself, satisfied with his job, and put on some proper clothes before heading out the door.
•◊•
Finding Lady Ahsoka's room was much harder than Obi-wan thought. He mounted the stairs with ease and after getting directions from a numerous amount of servants, he managed to find Ahsoka's chambers.
He found that the door was already open and slowly walked in, stopping shortly to find a young woman smoothing out her blonde hair.
"You know, Padmé, I've been thinking about Anakin," the woman was saying, not bothering to look at Obi-wan and with a stricken expression, the young man realized that this woman thought that he was Padmé…which meant that this woman must have been Ahsoka.
Ahsoka had shoulder-length, blonde hair that was slightly curled at the tips and bronze colored skin. When she moved behind the screen, Obi-wan caught sight of a pair of cheerful, blue eyes.
I need to tell her that I'm not Padmé, he thought frantically but before he could open his mouth, Ahsoka continued, "I wouldn't touch him with a lance pole. Pass me that dress, will you, Padmé?"
Obi-wan looked down to see a red dress draped over a chair. He bit down on his lip nervously and slowly took it.
"I mean, the man is such a joke. Just because I'm the king's ward doesn't mean that I have to accompany him to the feast, does it?" She asked with a small laugh.
Obi-wan held the dress up in front of him, ducking his head. He couldn't believe that he was doing this.
Dear Force, what was he doing again?
"Well, does it?" Ahsoka asked, turning around and Obi-wan ducked underneath the dress again.
"Mm-hm," Obi-wan murmured quickly, pitching his voice an octave. He quickly passed Ahsoka the dress and ducked low to the floor. Thankfully, she didn't see Obi-wan.
"If he wants me to go, he should just invite me," Ahsoka continued. "And he hasn't. So do you know what this means?"
"Mm-hm," Obi-wan replied, crouching lower to the floor.
Ahsoka paused and then asked, "Where are you?"
Obi-wan grabbed another dress and holding it up to his face, replied in the same, high-pitched voice, "Here!"
Obviously satisfied, Ahsoka turned back around. "It means I'm going by myself." She said.
Obi-wan let out a small sigh and slowly lowered the dress. He placed the solution that Qui-Gon had made for Ahsoka on the table and was just about to walk out of the door when Ahsoka said, "I need some help with this fastening."
The young man froze and he bit down on the insides of his cheek nervously. What to do, what to do?
"Padmé?" Ahsoka called again and this time, a familiar, friendly voice replied, "I'm here."
Obi-wan whirled around, never so delighted to see a friendly face. He mouthed, 'help me!'
Padmé nodded slowly and smiled, shaking her head. She pointed out the door and Obi-wan grinned. He made a small, incredulous gesture and with a giggle, Padmé pointed out the door again.
Obi-wan nodded, still grinning, and walked out of the room.
Meanwhile, Ahsoka finally got out from behind the screen and smiled at Padmé. "So, it's whether I wear this little tease," she said, holding up a red dress and whirled around, this time, holding up a different dress. "Or I give them a night that they'll really remember."
Padmé smiled widely at Ahsoka and the two young women lapsed into giggles.
•◊•
"Lady Glyyn, compliments from King Palpatine," a maidservant said sweetly, giving the witch a small curtsey, holding a bowl of fresh fruit.
The witch smiled and said, "Come in."
The maidservant smiled and walked inside the room, closing the door behind her. She set the bowl of fruit on the table and quickly walked around the room, cleaning and neatening things up.
"So sweet," the witch said delicately, taking an apple from the bowl and taking a bite into it. "How will I ever repay him?"
"When he hears you sing, that'll be more than enough, won't it?" The maidservant asked cheerfully, clearing the table. "I'm really looking forward to your performance!"
The witch swallowed the bite of apple and smiled. "So am I," she said softly.
"I love singing," the maidservant continued. "I sing all the time. My betrothed says that I have the voice of a fallen angel!"
The maidservant suddenly knocked over a book from the desk and the book split open. The witch froze and looked down at the maidservant, who was murmuring apologies and picking up the papers. Suddenly, she stopped and the maidservant quickly stood up, taking a better look at the insides of the book.
Of course, the witch thought to herself. She must have seen the letters of the Force…
The maidservant slowly looked up at the witch and started to walk out of the room, undoubtedly to warn the others. However, the witch quickly made a grasping movement with her hand and the maidservant was levitated into the air. The maidservant's eyes widened, her hands clawing at an invisible fist for breath.
The witch's eyes narrowed and within the next second, the maidservant's body went limp and she fell to the ground, the life drained out of her.
The witch hummed softly under her breath and calmly walked out of her chambers. She had a performance to give to the entire royal court of Coruscant.
•◊•
Obi-wan and Qui-Gon walked into a large, great dining room when the clock struck eight.
The room was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter and Obi-wan could see people moving around the room to greet one another.
Obi-wan smiled to himself and then his eyes drifted over to a familiar, but not-so-friendly face.
Anakin was laughing loudly with his group of friends, and for a second, both he and Obi-wan's eyes locked onto each other. However, the second the two men realized that they had seen each other, they both looked away.
Obi-wan turned back around and blinked.
Lady Ahsoka was walking through the crowd gracefully, wearing a light blue dress and a small, shy smile. Her hair was piled up as a delicate bun at the top of her head and she occasionally looked up to meet the eyes of awestruck, staring men.
Obi-wan looked around and he heard Anakin mutter in a hushed voice, "God have mercy."
The young man couldn't help but to snort and Qui-Gon nudged him. "Obi-wan, you're not here to gawk and stare at other people. Be polite." He chided.
"What? Of course," Obi-wan replied, bowing his head. However, he couldn't help but to continue to snicker at Anakin's expression.
"She looks great, doesn't she?"
Obi-wan turned around to find Padmé smiling at him. She, like Obi-wan, wasn't dressed for the occasion, but she wore the same, shy smile that Ahsoka had when she walked into the room.
"Yes, she does, I suppose," Obi-wan replied. He couldn't really lie—Lady Ahsoka did look beautiful, but he couldn't ever imagine himself taking a proper liking in her, especially since he almost had to help Ahsoka with fastening a dress earlier that day.
Force, he didn't even want to think about that.
"Some people are just born to be queen," Padmé said with a happy sigh.
Obi-wan blinked and turned around to look at the maidservant with wide, surprised eyes. "No," he said, stunned.
Padmé shrugged. "I hope so, one day," she said in the same, light tone. She blinked and continued hurriedly, "Not that I'd want to be her. Who'd want to marry Anakin?"
Obi-wan laughed lightly under his breath. "I thought you liked those rough, tough, save-the-world kinds of men." He said teasingly.
"No, I like ordinary men, like you." Padmé replied.
Obi-wan lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. "Believe me, Padmé, I'm not ordinary." He said slowly.
Padmé blinked and she blushed, shaking her head quickly. "Oh, God, no, I didn't mean you—definitely not you. But just…ordinary men like you."
Obi-wan's eyebrow went up higher and, unsure how to answer to that, slowly replied, "Thanks."
Padmé nodded and the two grinned at each other awkwardly before going back to work.
Suddenly, King Palpatine stood up and the entire dining hall went quiet.
"We have enjoyed twenty years of peace and prosperity," he said. "It has brought the kingdom and myself many pleasures, but few of us can compare with the honor of introducing Lady Glyyn of Mora." With that, the king gestured to the front doors of the dining hall.
Obi-wan turned around to watch the doors open, revealing the Lady Glyyn. The hall got quieter, (if that was even possible,) and Lady Glyyn opened her mouth to sing.
At the very first note, the audience was enchanted. Obi-wan himself was impressed—the words were of a different, ancient language, and the melody was soothing and haunting.
Go to sleep, the song seemed to whisper. Sleep…
Sleep sounds nice…Obi-wan thought to himself drowsily and opened his eyes with a start. What was he thinking? What was going on?
He looked around the room quickly to see if anyone else was wondering the same thing, only to see that everyone else was also nodding off. Obi-wan stared back at Lady Glyyn, only she did not notice him. She continued singing.
The song, Obi-wan thought desperately to himself and clamped his hands over his ears. He looked around the room frantically as more and more people fell asleep. The lights on the candles slowly flickered out and Obi-wan looked back up to see that Lady Glyyn was nearing Anakin.
Obi-wan frowned, confused, and then flinched when she pulled out a dagger. She sang louder and before Obi-wan could even get a grasp of what he was doing, he called on the Force to have a plate smash against the side of her head.
Lady Glyyn cried out in pain and she stumbled to the floor. The song immediately stopped.
Obi-wan slowly removed his hands from his ears, surprised to find out that they were ringing. He looked back around the room, this time to see that people were slowly waking up from the song. They all shook their heads, bewildered, and Palpatine himself stood up.
Obi-wan held his breath as they all looked down at the fallen form of Lady Glyyn. There was a sudden gasp—the Lady Glyyn was slowly transforming in front of their eyes.
The youth of Lady Glyyn slowly vanished and was replaced by an old, frail looking woman. Obi-wan blinked, shocked. It was the very same woman from the chopping block just a few days ago.
"A son for a son."
The entire thing suddenly became clear to Obi-wan. The Force user…the witch wanted to kill Anakin.
Suddenly, the witch sat up and grabbed her dagger. With a loud cry, she flung it towards Anakin.
Time seemed to slow down for Obi-wan. He looked back at Anakin, who looked almost frozen in his spot as the dagger came nearer and nearer towards him.
Obi-wan, not giving another second to think, called on the Force to slow the dagger down. In those extra, precious seconds, Obi-wan grabbed a hold of Anakin and forced him to duck down.
The two young men stumbled to the ground and they both looked up to see that the dagger had pierced the wood of Anakin's seat, but not the prince himself.
They looked at each other, stunned, and looked back at the witch, who had fallen back to the floor.
Anakin and Obi-wan quickly stood back up and the king rushed to Obi-wan, his face filled with shock.
"You saved Anakin's life," he said, surprised. "A debt must be repaid."
Obi-wan shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Oh…" He murmured. "It's all fine…"
"Don't be modest. You must be rewarded," the king continued. "You'll be awarded a position in the royal household."
Obi-wan blinked, stunned, and was preparing to protest when Palpatine clapped Anakin's shoulder and went on to say, "You shall be Prince Anakin's manservant."
"Father!" Anakin protested angrily but the king moved forward with a smile on his face.
The court gave a small cheer to Anakin and Obi-wan and the two young men looked at each other, both of their expressions bewildered and hard.
Then, they both looked away with a small moan.
Strangely enough, both of the men were thinking about how awful the next few years of their lives would be at this position.
•◊•
Obi-wan was sitting on his bed, exhausted from this night's activities. He couldn't believe it—did he really just save Anakin's life?
The door to his bedroom suddenly opened and Qui-Gon walked in, carrying a small bundle underneath his arms.
"Seems like you're a hero," he said.
"Hard to believe, isn't it?" Obi-wan asked halfheartedly.
"No," Qui-Gon said quietly. "I knew that you were special from the moment I met you. You saved my life, remember?"
Obi-wan sat up, disbelieved. "But…that was from using the Force, remember?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "Now, it seems that we've finally found a use for it." He replied.
Obi-wan blinked. "What do you mean?" He asked.
Qui-Gon smiled. "I saw how you saved Anakin's life," he replied. Obi-wan opened his mouth to protest but the physician shook his head.
"Perhaps that is your purpose," Qui-Gon finished.
Obi-wan sighed and managed a small shrug in reply. Was it really true? Was it really his destiny to save Anakin's life?
Oh, Force.
"My destiny." Obi-wan muttered.
"Indeed," Qui-Gon agreed. He suddenly reached down to remove the bundle from underneath his arms and handed the thing to Obi-wan.
"This book was given to me when I was your age," the physician said quietly. "But I have the feeling that it will be of more use to you than to me."
Obi-wan frowned but unwrapped the bundle. In the midst of the cloths, a large, ancient looking book looked back up at the young man.
He flipped through it and smiled. Pages and pages of illustrations of people levitating things, saying things, just simply using the Force were in the book. Obi-wan looked back up at Qui-Gon gleefully.
"I will study every word," he said enthusiastically. Qui-Gon nodded with a small smile on his face. "I know you will," he replied. "You must keep that book hidden."
Obi-wan nodded and murmured, "Thank you."
"You are most welcome." Qui-Gon replied quietly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Obi-wan quickly shoved the book underneath his bed and a guard poked his head into the room.
"Obi-wan Kenobi? Prince Anakin requests your presence." The guard said.
Obi-wan nodded and gave Qui-Gon a grimace. The older man smiled and said quietly, "Your destiny is calling – you better see what he wants."
Obi-wan sighed and straightening himself, gave the physician another halfhearted smile and ran out the door.
A/N: Again, thank you so much for all of the support - I really want this story to do well. :) And, if anyone's wondering, NO, this story won't be an Obidala or whatever because I just don't ship them. -.- Maybe I'll tease the pairing, but you guys can rest assured that I won't pull a fast one and make you guys read Obi-wan suddenly liking Padmé or vice versa...I just thought that the two would be very, very good friends, seeing that they were in the Clone Wars and in Star Wars and etc.
Same thing goes for Anisoka. This story won't (really) be an Anisoka, but I will certainly tease the pairing. However, again, I'm not gonna pull a fast one and have you guys read Anakin liking Ahsoka or vice versa...if any of you guys know the reasoning behind this decision because you've watched BBC's Merlin, please don't give away the plot. XD
Ahsoka: I've noticed that your notes are getting longer. O.O
Me: Yeah, well, I'm getting obsessed with this idea. Seriously.
Anakin: Obi-wan's my manservant? Bwahahahahahaha -
Obi-wan: Haha, very funny. *rolls eyes*
Me: It's just in the story, Anakin. Don't take it seriously.
Anakin: Hm...
Me: But Obi-wan HAS saved your butt a lot...
Anakin: Only a few times! I usually save HIM!
Obi-wan: The time on Geonosis doesn't count!
Anakin: *snorts* Actually, Master, I specifically remember that YOU -
Ahsoka: Er...guys? Hello? I wasn't there! *pouts*
Anakin: Sorry, Snips. *winces* Er...review, give constructive criticism, no flames.
Me: Since when did you want to do the review notice?
Anakin: Since two seconds ago. Don't get used to it. Goodbye, everyone!