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Chapter Two

Misadventures

Coruscant's afternoon sun gleamed over the rose covered veranda in an almost empty room in the Jedi Temple. A woman with cascading blonde waves stood, her face turned to the bustling Coruscant traffic not far out the window.

Obi-wan's hand brushed the small of her back and Siri jumped in fright, a small yelp making its way past her lips.

"A true Jedi can sense danger before it approaches."

"Watch yourself, Obi-wan. One of these days I just might kill you."

He breathed in her flowery scent, her thick golden tresses brushing his nose. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her in close.

"You wouldn't dare. You love me too much." He said, his voice low and hushed.

She raised her eyebrows. "I don't know. I'm re-thinking my earlier confession."

"Too late." He replied smugly.

His mouth was warm on the skin of her neck and she arched into him slightly.

"It's not the place or time for this." She said unevenly.

"This Jedi is tired of following the rules." He murmured.

"Can it wait until we go to your apartment? I would rather not get caught."

"One kiss." He requested sweetly.

She turned to face him, her hands delving into the folds of his Jedi Robe.

He stroked her cheek before his lips claimed hers. Her lips parted with his, a few hot breaths making their way into mouth before his tongue followed, tracing her lower lip before skimming past her teeth and twining with her own. She sighed against his mouth, kissing him for a few more moments until the rational part of her made her pull away breathlessly.

"Let's go." She said softly.

He smiled, kissing her cheek affectionately before the two walked side by side all the way to his apartment.

Padmé sat on the carpeted floor of 500 Republica, her skirts pooled around her. Luke sat on her lap and Leia was crawling aimlessly, curious of her surroundings.

Padmé looked at Luke, a pang of love in her chest as his blue eyes looked into her own.

He reminded her so strongly of Anakin. She saw her husband every time she looked at the baby and sometimes it almost made her want to weep with joy and love.

There was a bustling of sounds and she looked up to see Anakin walk into their apartment. If it weren't for the child in her arms she would have leapt up and hugged him. He had only been gone for a couple of hours, but it felt like years.

He smiled. That gentle, loving smile of his.

He scooped Leia up in his arms and she giggled in response. He kissed the short silky brown hair on her head.

"Hello sweetheart." He said softly.

Her tiny fingers brushed his nose and he kissed them affectionately. She squealed happily.

Padmé felt lightheaded with happiness. Everything was the way she had always wanted it to be.

He kneeled before so they were almost level, Leia tucked in his arm. He kissed Luke's forehead before bringing his face back up to Padmé's.

His eyes locked with hers and it felt almost like that night over a year ago when he held her on the landing platform outside only hours after reuniting after a decade.

Like he had never looked at her before. The feelings new.

"Hello." He whispered.

"What took you so long?" She asked with yearning.

"Council meeting."

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." He said softly.

He kissed her. Her eyes shut, his mouth moving over hers torturously slow. The need to be close to him was overwhelming.

They had dinner and put the babies to bed.

After an hour of love-making, they lay in bed, still awake.

It was quiet, save the sounds of traffic outside, before Anakin spoke.

"I want to talk to you about something." He said.

She traced lines over his bare chest.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine." He answered.

"What is it?"

"You know about the crisis on Tatooine?"

"Obviously, it's all the senate has been talking about for weeks."

"The Council wants to send me on a mission there."

She frowned slightly. "But it's so dangerous right now."

"Which is why I wanted to talk to you about it first."

She was silent.

"Padmé, what should I do?"

"That isn't my decision to make."

"It is. I want to help the slaves. You know I do. But you and the babies come first."

"You're a gifted Jedi. I know you'll be okay…if you decide to go."

"I don't want to leave you." He said softly.

"Do you want to go on this mission?" She asked.

He paused. "I don't know."

"I appreciate that you asked my permission. But I can't tell you what you should do."

"Would you be alright without me for a while?"

"I'm not a weak woman, Ani."

"I know you're not. That's one of the reasons why I love you."

She smiled.

In a voice that echoed Shmi's, Padmé spoke. "What does your heart tell you?"

"That I should go."

"Then that's what you should do."

He still looked conflicted.

"I have Dormé to help me with the babies. I'll be fine, Anakin."

He looked into her eyes with a half-hearted smile.

"I feel like I'm abandoning you."

"No. We both knew the Republic could use our help. I'm proud of you for wanting to help others."

"I love you." He said quietly.

"I love you too." She snuggled in close, her cheek resting affectionately on his chest. His wrapped his arms around her, their breathing falling into a steady rhythm before they fell into a deep sleep.

There had once been an indestructible team among the Jedi Order:The Chosen one and his Master. A couple of obstacles got in the way of their adventures, but like the changing of a season they would fight side by side once more.

In a ship, sleek and silver much like Padmé's Naboo Cruiser were Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi . They were headed for Anakin's desert planet.

Except this time they weren't alone. Obi-wan's apprentice Ahsoka Tano was along for the mission.

It was something that Obi-wan didn't necessarily agree with.

Yes, it was true. Her saber skills were something to be reckoned with. And she had a fiery spirit, perfect for battle. But he didn't think she was ready.

Obi-wan sensed too much of Anakin in his new padawan.

If given the opportunity she could be reckless and Obi-wan feared that it might get her into trouble on Tatooine.

Especially on Tatooine.

Anakin sensed Obi-wan's anxiety, walking over to the Jedi Master.

Obi-wan was seated at the controls, his chin in his hand and his brows furrowed.

"You look troubled." Anakin noted.

Obi-wan's blue-green eyes focused on the young man before him for a few moments before he said anything.

"I don't know about my padawan."

Anakin felt wistful at the word 'padawan.' Once it belonged only to him. Obi-wan had raised Anakin like a child and now that he had been knighted, Anakin no longer felt like Obi-wan's son. And it made him slightly sad.

He smiled. "She'll be okay. I always was."

"We always escaped every conflict by the skin of our teeth. I don't how much longer I can handle the stress before I have a stroke or an aneurysm."

"Obi-wan, it's way too early for you to be acting like an old man."

Obi-wan raised a brow. "Well, thanks to you and your insanity fueled escapades I've mentally aged 30 years in the last decade."

Anakin grinned impishly and answered with the slightest sarcasm. "Awww, Obi-wan. I'm flattered."

"Shut-up."

Ahsoka was standing on the opposite side of the cockpit. She leaned on the wall, her arms crossed.

"It's so good to have him pick on someone besides me."

Anakin looked at the young girl with a smirk.

"Don't worry, Ahsoka. He won't forget about you."

"I was hoping he would." She sighed.

"I dealt with his attitude for ten years. You'll survive."

Obi-wan looked irritated. "Excuse me?! You know, I can hear everything you two are saying."

Ahsoka smirked. "That's the point."

There was a moment of awkward silence before the tree of them exploded into hysterical laughter.

Maybe this mission wouldn't be as bad as Obi-wan thought.