I'm back! So far this is what, five in a row? Pretty good- I'll see if I can keep it up. Not sure, though, I haven't even started the next chapter...


Her room was very plain, but amazingly comfortable. She had a window. She had a real closet. She had, to her amazement, a small refrigeration device, as well as a heating type thingy.

The walls were stone, and the floor was carpet. Asajj was half tempted to feel it with one hand, but instead was satisfied to lay her hand on top of the blanketed bed. To her amazement, the room actually felt warm.

"So?" Obi-wan asked from the doorway. "What do you think? I know it's plain, but…"

"This is the kind of luxery you Jedi live with?"

"Pardon me if you're used to fancier rooms."

"No, not at all. I'm used to metal rooms with no heat and no furniture but the bed."

"So you like it?"

"Love it."

"This was Qui-gon's old room." Obi-wan said rather softly, glancing around the room.

"Your master?" He only nodded in response. "He's…?"

"Dead, yes." Kenobi finished. "I'm glad it's not empty anymore, though. Qui-gon would be pleased to see me taking another Padawan. My first real one, according to him, because Anakin should have been his Padawan."

"I'm not sure he'd be too pleased with you choosing a sith as a Padawan."

"He'd be amused, most likely. After seeing me struggle with Anakin, the idea of choosing a very similar Padawan…"

"I am nothing like Anakin."

"I'm going to bed now." Obi-wan announced. "Goodnight, my dear." He left the room, mostly so he would have to argue about the things she had in common with Anakin.

Asajj slowly prepared for sleep, then climbed into her new bed and turned off the light. The room was silent and dark, just as she preferred it.

"I see you…" A soft female voice cooed.

She snapped upright. "Who's there?"

There was a muffled giggle.

Ok, someone was in her room. A female, by the sound of it. The voice didn't seem to be coming from anywhere in particular, but she'd find the intruder. "Who are you?"

"I see you, Ventress."

The voice knew her name. She scrambled out of bed and flicked on the light. The room was empty. "Where are you?" she asked, starting to feel fear. A real, solid opponent she could fight was one thing, but ghosts were quite another.

"You may not see me, Ventress… but I see you." the voice breathed again- right in her ear. She swung out her arm hysterically towards her side. Nothing was there.

In an absolute panic, Ventress ran to her door, unlocked it, dashed across the hallway, and pounded franticly on Obi-wan's door. He opened it, looking half asleep and with a cup of tea in one hand. "Ventress? What on Corausant…"

She threw her arms around him wildly, sending about half of his tea sloshing to the floor. He looked rather distressed at this terrible waste, then turned to look at her. "What is the matter?"

"My room is haunted."

"Don't be ridiculous, darling." Obi-wan carefully disentangled himself from her arms and crossed the hallway, both hands clutching what remained of his precious tea. The door to her room remained open, and the light was still on. "there's nothing in your room."

"Nothing we can see anyway." She protested, putting one hand on his arm to make sure that she could feel him. Somehow, that would be the scariest part, if she couldn't feel Kenobi, and he was dead, or a ghost disguised as Kenobi.

"Well, how about we turn the light back off and wait for it then?" She'd expected him to tell her she was crazy and go back across the hall. It was awfully nice of him to listen to her hysterical complaints about "haunted" rooms.

Ventress sat down on the bed next to Obi-wan just as he flicked the light back off. For a few minutes they sat, silent, with only the sound of Obi-wan sipping from his mug.

"It wasn't my imagination. I know it wasn't." Asajj repeated, hoping to convince her new master that she was perfectly sane.

Kenobi's reply was cut off by a stifled giggle.

"SIRI!" he shouted, more annoyed than anything else.

"Siri?" Ventress repeated, confused.

"Yes, Siri. I know what you're up to, Siri. Knock it off."

The disembodied voice spoke again. "Come on, lighten up. I'm just having a little fun with your new student."

"well it's not funny. You scared her half to death."

"If I do it again will she die completely?"

Ventress spoke again. "Who's Siri?"

Obi-wan rolled his eyes rather affectionately. "An old friend of mine, real mischief-maker. She seems to enjoy frightening our new Jedi."

"And is your friend… invisible?"

"No, Siri's dead. But she learned quite a bit about the art of speaking with Force-ghosts, so she's able to speak here in our world occasionally."

"Obi-wan, are you still drinking that tea?" the girl- Siri- asked.

"I very much like my tea, thank you. And I also like my Padawan to be comfortable in her rooms. That means quit pretending you're a phantom and let her sleep."

"Alright, just for you, Obi. But just so you know, being a phantom is very, very entertaining."

"I'm sure it is. Good night, Siri."

There was no reply, which Asajj assumed meant that this Siri had left. "Does she do this often?"

"Actually, yes. Anakin almost had a heart attack a several years ago when she crept up behind him and told him she was going to kill him."

"What?"

"She didn't mean it, of course, but it was dark and Anakin didn't know she was there. This was when she was still alive, see. She ended up rolling on the floor because she was laughing so hard."

"Can I do that to Skywalker?"

"Probably not the best idea, he might take it literally from you." Kenobi yawned, and then drained the last of the tea from his mug. "Now that this is straightened out, do you mind if I head back to bed?"

"No, not at all. Thank you, Master."

Obi-wan left, closing the door behind him, and Ventress crawled back into her bed and flicked off the light.

"I'm gonna kill you." Siri whispered in the darkness, then started cracking up.

"Do you mind?" Ventress asked, pulling the covers over her head. There was a flicker of pale blue light from outside her blankets, followed by an audinble thump against the wall.

Great, so now I have a ghost in my room that lights up and throws things as well. She hadted to admit it, but it was making her quite nervous, being asleep while this Siri was wandering around her room…

She flung the covers off and tore across the hallway. Obi-wan's door was unlocked.

"Master?"

"Ventress?" He was already in bed, his empty tea mug sitting on the counter.

"Can I sleep in here?"

"Erm…" There really was no way to explain the rather awkward connotations that could easily be implied here, and Aayla was not here to say it for him. "Sure."

"Thank you, master Obi-wan. Your dead friend is throwing things at the wall and it's noisy." It was partially true, right? She had heard something hit the wall… She was most certainly not going to tell Obi-wan Kenobi that she was afraid of the dark and that sleeping next to him made her feel safer.

"Siri can't throw things, she's a…" His musings were cut short as Ventress curled up next to him.

"Goodnight Kenobi." She stated simply, and oblivious to anything else, she fell asleep.

"Good… night…" he stammered, feeling vaguely turned on, highly guilty about it, and overall quite confused.

Asajj Ventress: 0
Haunted room: 1
Obi-wan Kenobi: ?


Ah, naïve Ventress...

In this story, the basic plot of Siri is that she befriended Obi-wan after he lost his master (because I imagine he must have been terribly lonely, and his relationship with his new Padawan (Anakin) suffered), and they sat in Qui-gon's old room a lot, which is why Siri hangs out there now. She may/may not have had a romantic brush with Obi-wan, but overall they were friends. Expect more of her, especially once Ventress begins to be a bit less clueless.