Yoooooooo I'm so sorry about the hiatus. I accidentally tumblr. And as we all know, there is no escaping that black hole of the internet. I also fell head over heels for a different pairing in Supernatural, so I've been writing AUs for that instead of this story- which is a huge shame, because I very much like this one, and where it is going. This will likely be the last Obisajj story, for a while at least.

Not too much development here, but I swear I will update this soon with legit answers. Within two weeks.

If you're sticking with me, I love you. Thank ye kindly, and please enjoy!

For one of very few times in her life, Asajj was so shocked that she didn't know quite what to do for a few solid seconds.

"Is there something specific I could help you wi-aaaah!" The bounty hunter had re-found her ability to handle the situation and responded with what came most naturally: tackling the imposter to the ground. There was some stirring among the cantina's other patrons, but no one wanted to get in the middle of the fight; although neither had yet drawn a blade, it was intense, close combat, both moving quicker than a non-force sensitive could keep up with.

"Could… you… not?" He managed to pant out. Asajj was quiet and determined, and despite his superior strength, she managed to briefly pin him to the cantina floor. Key word being 'briefly'.

The two were tossed out of the cantina within a minute of her pouncing incident: Asajj landing neatly as a cat, Kenobi getting the wind knocked out of him by the sidewalk to his gut.

Ventress leapt him again, but this time he put up less of a fight, still regaining his breath. At some point she was pretty sure he stopped fighting altogether, letting her hold his wrists down against the cold stone beneath them. "Who are you?" She had, at some point in their spat, had the realization that if Kenobi was on her ship, and the Jedi didn't want the world to know he was gone, there was one very easy way for them to cover up for him: hire a changling.

"Asajj, I really have no idea what you're talking about. Why don't you just... let me up, and we'll talk about it." The way he suggested talking it out did seem very Kenobi, but that didn't stop her from stabbing a tiny syringe from her belt into one of his veins. He hissed. "What was that?"

The fact that he seemed more irritated than worried about what she was doing was rather nice. Kenobi- since her drug had proven to her satisfaction that he wasn't a changeling- trusted her. Despite this unspoken trust, he struggled, and she let him pull his wrist free and rub it with his other hand. "No, really. What was that? Why did you stab me?"

"Making sure you're not a changeling." She muttered, head still spinning with the questions about who the hoth the man pinned under her could be.

"Of course I'm not a changeling, I'm me, I'm human." His frustrated tone suddenly became slower and deeper in what she vaguely realized was an effort to calm her as well as himself. "Look. I'll answer anything you want to know. Just let me up. Please."

"You won't go anywhere."

"No." He shifts slightly again, and she becomes aware that she's awkwardly crouching over him just as he asks again if she could maybe let him off the ground and more specifically get off because it's a bit uncomfortable for both of them.

"Okay, so care to explain why you were convinced I was a changeling?" Obi-wan asks when he's upright and eye level with her again. She's taking in tiny details about him now, each one convincing her further that this was indeed Kenobi. The way his hair has shifted in the fight, the steadiness of his gaze, the light flush that's risen on his face- all Obi-wan's traits, and all visible on the man in front of her.

"It would be easier to show you."

"Ventress." The Jedi reaches for her arm as she is about to step away. "You tackled me, got us thrown out of the cantina, and jst drugged me with something that'll probably have nasty after-effects."

"It just forces changelings into their true form. Relax."

His voice is firmer this time. "You owe me an explanation."

She cracks under his gaze, which somehow manages to look demanding and gentle at the same time. "I thought you were a changeling," she takes a breath, "because I saw you earlier. Because 'you' are currently in my ship."

An eyebrow shoots up. "And you're convinced that one is me? Not a changeling?"

"I've had him on board for days. I talked to him. He's… you." Asajj clenches her fists in frustration. "So how is this happening?"

"Is it possible that he's a changeling?"

She shook her head. "A changeling usually resumes their true form when in pain. And he's… not in the best of shape, shall we say."

"Where did you find him?"

"Old separatist ship, on Tattooiene. Pulled him from a filthy excuse for a prison hold."

"What were you doing in the prison hold of a Separatist ship?" His voice is alive with curiosity, a stark contrast to when she'd dragged their Kenobi imposter out of the cell.

"Rescuing what I thought was your sorry self." She starts off in the diriection of her ship, waving him to come with her. "Come on. I want answers, and I can't imagine you're going to pass this up."

"Pass up time spent with you, m'lady?" He responds teasingly. "I wouldn't dream of it."

She doesn't have time for retorts. Her mind is still burning to know exactly who- or what- she's had in her ship all this time. Who she's been teaching about stars. What she… cuddled up against. She wants it to have been Kenobi, and not an intelligent changling who managed to keep his shape. The more she thinks about the second theory, however, the less sense it makes. What changeling would keep the human's form for so long, especially under torture? And to fake so many tiny mannerisms for so long? If he did turn out a changeling, she'd have to complement his acting skills before turning him in to the Republic.

And yet… what if it was Kenobi? Time travel was something that was all too frequently discussed, but no one had managed to make it happen. Yet. Was a Kenobi from the not-so-distant future sleeping off wounds on her bed? Or… dear Force, you could even chalk something weird like this up to an alternate dimension theory. Either way, she was desperate for answers, and since this Kenobi- the true Kenobi- didn't have them, it was back to the ship.