Hello guys! I am alive and well and this chapter is dedicated to my dear friend John for writing some of the dialogue for Artier. I would also like to say to those wondering if this is fan fiction or not, that it is and I am just waiting to dump out all of the AU story plot for a few more chapters down. Character development first then we can move onto the main focus of the story.

Coruscant (evening) 21 BBY

"So brought to Coruscant age nine by the late Qui-gon Jinn and Master Obi-wan Kenobi, blew up a ship for the Naboo, trained to be a knight, recently knighted, and now is a general of war." Artier ran over the summary that they had managed to draw up in under an hour of eating at the expensive restaurant.

Lubov sighed and rolled her eyes at the fact that this was all she had done this evening and all she had come prepared to do. It was rather sad really how she knew all of this was going to happen and still decided to go because it was in her job description to do the same shit every night for the rest of her life. It would be so much fun in the future to explain her job to her grandchildren, if she ever had children to begin with.

"Pretty much, now we already know he has a close friendship with the Chancellor, so that is a lead that we can get more information off of with my project later." Lubov stated writing down what had to be done first and for most.

Writing the short biography at the beginning that showed the Jedi as a fearless warrior from slave beginnings to a Jedi Knight. Whatever made the people want to read more of it the better. Next they had to get interviews with people close to him to get the whole story, of course if they were able to they would just walk up to Skywalker and ask him as many questions as possible before they ended up arrested for harassing the poor boy. After the interviews they would get reports in about what he has been doing recently to help with the war effort and all that shit that they were now required to do to get the people on the side of the war.

After all their work was finished they had to send the manuscript into the editor's office to get everything approved and checked for content. And then they would have to go through the boss to get the manuscript approved and finally, or at least they hoped, published. That long process is what they are paid to do and though they like the job it is the same shit every time around. And it was beginning to get old for Lubov already.

"All right," Artier said taking a rather large swig of his wine. "We should also get an interview with that Naboo senator she was queen of the planet when in the beginning. And after that we should harass the Jedi council for information, and while were at it that R2 unit that he keeps around him all the time. I am sure the droid can give us the real juicy stuff the public wants."

Lubov rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. She was beginning to get sick of this story herself but it did not give him permission to slack off while they were only an hour into their research. They would be doing the same research for the next month and if he did not get his act together soon there would be hell to pay. Or at least for him, she was not responsible for this assignment and the due date was of no concern to her.

"Okay we interview the droid but first we have to kidnap it." Lubov stated going along with his more than likely drunken thoughts.

"I agree, and while we are at it ask him about his love affairs with the cute little female droids." Artier giggled like a little girl or a twenty-three year old man who had had far too much to drink.

"No, we need to ask him about Skywalker's love affairs with Master Kenobi and Master Windu."

"Yes, and while we are at it we need to make sure we get Master Window to tell us about filming Pulp Fiction while still being a Jedi."

"Perfect," Lubov said as she took another large swig of her wine.

If he was getting drunk over this why could she not. Here she was in an expensive restaurant doing something that she had done a million times before... why not do it drunk this time? Shit could not get any worse could it?

As the two exited the expensive restaurant with Artier telling them to put the bill on his tab. They made their way through the streets of Coruscant both tipsy and giggling at nothing just for the hell of it. Both of them making up random stories for the article they had to write in the upcoming weeks. Neither of them caring at how stupid the ideas were all they cared about was getting home or wherever that was?

They walked past all sorts of weird species all trying to get them to join them in either their brothel or to buy their death sticks. All the while laughing and pointing at these people with weird faces or just because they were trying to sell them something. None of them realizing how far gone the two were to even bother noticing what they were trying to do, of course they could get arrested for being drunk in public but everyone got drunk and it was not like they were doing anything illegal.

"Wait," Lubov giggled as they headed for a dark building. "Where are we going?"

"Who cares?" Artier said leading her up the dark stair case towards the building.

Lubov giggled something about needing some water and a milkshake with shurra fruit flavoring. And all the while Artier lead her to wherever they were going, not caring where it was she just followed along and giggled at the thought of people seeing her and him together in such an intimate way. Think of what Tala would say if she say them together? She would say that she was cheating on her and that she never even cared about their relationship which is true to a point but she was not about to admit it. And at that point she really did not care about anything but getting her milkshake and water.

As Artier had them in a turbo lift she began telling him about how her girlfriend complained too much and how she was glad to be away from her for a while, while working. He replied that he did not care and that he just thought she was too drunk for her own good.

"You know what?" Lubov asked in a slurred voice.

"What?" Artier asked.

Lubov giggled and just pulled him close to her. Forcing her lips onto his and all the while working her tongue into his mouth. He did not pull back but kissed the drunken Hapan woman as the turbo lift made stopped on his floor that his apartment belonged in. The two not caring what was going on around them just continued to go through the hall and opened the door in a hast to get inside to begin whatever the hell it was that Lubov had started.

Lubov woke up the next morning nude in someone else's bed and with a frightful headache. She could remember drinking with Artier and walking through the streets of Coruscant and that was it. Whatever happened next was a mystery to her and with herself being completely nude at that moment hinted that she must have done something she was going to regret. Had she had sex with Artier? Holy shit she had sex with Artier! The thoughts disgusted her down into the pit of her stomach where she felt herself wanting to vomit at the very thought of ever being with a man like that.

She had had sex before but never with a man, men were disgusting and they did not know how to please a woman the way another woman did. And here she was unable to remember how bad it must have been for her. Her nausea did not help the fact that she now pictured herself doing things that her mother would be more than likely proud of.

As she thought of what she could have done, Artier wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his disgusting male form. He smelled of sex and alcohol. It made her want to scream and then vomit up everything that they had done the night before and that was just the beginning of what she was going to do when he woke up. She hated the feeling of his body next to hers, it was not natural, or at least to her, the feeling of a man was nothing like a woman's. Nothing soft, just hard muscles that she had been told was what made men so attractive in the first place. It was too disgusting to put words to it that feeling she had laying next to Artier.

She loved Artier, she had to admit that to herself, but never in a sexual way. She found him to be annoying and funny, and at the same time this arrogant prick that she wanted to get rid of. If she was being honest with herself she actually wanted the memory of their love making back to just see what it was like. It may have been disgusting but it did not mean she did not want to at least have the memory of showing your love for someone in a very intimate way. Her thoughts could not be calmed, she wanted those memories and at the same time regretted her desire to ever want to see what had happened.

By the time Artier had woken up Lubov had managed to fall back to sleep. She was too tired to do anything but just lay there and act like she was dead and pray that he could not remember their love making too. If he remembered he would want more and she was not going to give that too him ever again. It disgusted her just the thought that she had done it, yet at the same time she was glad it had happened. Was that wrong?

"Lubov," Artier whispered in her ear as he began to kiss her neck in ways that reminded her of her girlfriend's kisses.

She used to be woken up every morning by Tala's kisses and was put back to sleep by them. They were always sweet and full of love and affection. She wanted that back from her not Artier who was never going to get anything other than research help from her again.

Lubov rose rolling onto her back staring up at Artier. "What happened last night?" She asked.

"You don't remember?" Artier asked with a smile. "You missed all the good parts you know. Let me tell you the story real quick. We were on our way up to my apartment next thing you know you grab me and start shoving your tongue down my throat. Next thing I know you are stripping off my clothes faster than I can manage to get my apartment door open. When we actually got into the apartment you practically tore off your clothes and then we began a long hot night of sex. You missed it,"

Lubov stared at him in shock. She had done all of that under the influence of alcohol? What in hell had she done? She had probably done more things to him than she would ever think of. As these thoughts grew her face became pale, and the contents of her stomach began to pile up against her, causing her to vomit in a near by flower vase at the very thought of... no, no more thoughts on that subject.

She felt Artier's hand on her back telling her that it was all right and that everything was going to be all right. She had just had sex with him! It had to be the most disgusting thing she had ever done in her life! And now he was telling her that it was good and now here she was with a vase filled with vomit. How could he ever act like it was a good thing? How could she have ever thought she wanted to remember having sex with him? She had to be going mad!

"Holy shit," Lubov finally managed to say. "We had sex?"

"Yes," Artier replied with an amused look on his face as if he was happy about her not being able to remember her doing whatever the hell it was that she had done to him... or the other way around.

"Oh my god my mother is going to be so proud of me." Lubov mumbled as she threw the sweat smelling sheets over her head. "I am a lesbian you do know that don't you?"

Artier was silent for a few moments before finally replying to her, "Well, you sure weren't a lesbian last night."

"Kriff," She muttered as she threw the sheets back over her head. "I can hardly believe I did that, Force how drunk I must have been to ever get in bed with you or any man for that matter!"

"I'm sorry," Artier managed to say after a few moments of silence.

Lubov knew he was upset and managed to keep her composure long enough to hug him gently and tell him that it was all right and that if they ever made this mistake again it would be all right. That she loved him enough to forgive him even if he was an ass sometimes she would always love him.

"Do you really love me?" Artier asked as Lubov came out fully clothed from the fresher.

"Of course I love you," She replied.

"Then why did you throw up in a vase when I told you we had sex?"

"Because I love you, I do not lust for you. Love is different from wanting to have sex with someone, surely you most understand that?"

"No, and to be honest I don't like the fact that you and I did something absolutely wonderful and now you are saying it was nothing other than a drunken nightmare?"

"I never..."

"But you vomited in a vase," He interupted. "You say you love me yet you are disgusted by the thought of having sex with me?"

Lubov sighed and managed to grab her coat before leaving him to sulk. "Love is not about sex, it is about what you and that person share."

Lubov left him in his apartment heading home to get started on her own work, not bothering to think back at what had just happened with herself and another one of her co-workers. That was what they truly were co-workers, nothing more.

Yeah, I hope you liked this and review it and all that what not. Anyway, probably won't get another chapter up for awhile, however long that is I have no idea. Anyway, see you guys next time! :)