This chapter is loooooooooong people. Thank you Laloga for you're idea there and pointing out one of my weaknesses. I also have xXExiledJediXx to thank for also pointing out one of ym mistakes, who has also agreed to help me. Thank you so much you two and I am grateful for your dicision to help me. (Dont know if I got your wrong there too lol) Thank you to every one who has read this and left a review. I really do appreciate it. :D

Chapter 2. The past.

Twenty-four hours ago…

Obi-Wan Kenobi was relishing this time off from the war. He found it so amazing and peaceful. He sat on the fresh green cut grass, the dampness from the free sprays of the rushing waterfall settling themselves on the strands feeding it and soaking into his leggings, marking the cream coloured cotton a light tea brown shade.

Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan began to slip himself into a heavy meditation, wrapping himself into the welcoming arms and rippling currents of the Force.

However, this did not last long for Obi-Wan, and he sighed in quiet frustration before slowly opening his suddenly heavy eye lids. Turning around he saw Master Adi Gallia approaching him; her walk slow and sluggish.

"Good day Master Gallia. Back from Anison I see." He greeted cheerfully, covering up his frustration. Normally, he'd be prepared for Anakin to pass by or shove him in the pools or even dive on him.

"Morning Master Kenobi," Adi dipped her head in respect to the younger and heroic Knight, as he did the same to the wise Master. "Negotiations were… Unsteady; but I and my team of Knights pulled through."

Obi-Wan smiled in satisfaction at the older Jedi. "What other reason are you here Adi?" The younger man asked rather sceptically.

"Why is one not allowed to be reacquainted with ones friends? Especially that of my former padawans friend."

Obi-Wan winced inwardly of the reminder of Adi's former student, Siri. It wasn't exactly a happy memory to remember; despite the many ones they shared. It had been a few months since Siri's death on Azure - and it still pained him now to be the one who watched her die. Adi seemed to notice how Obi-Wan's eyes clouded over from reconciling the memory and so quickly decided to change the subject.

"The council requests for you to meet them. They say they need to discuss a matter of importance to you. A matter that would be found as only important to you."

Obi-Wan groaned. 'So much for the off duty' He rose off from the grass, quickly brushing off his tunic and drawing his brown hooded cloak over himself as to cover the wet sticky patch on his leggings. He made his way to the turbo lifts that would deliver him to the council chambers.

Walking through the silent halls, he passed some fellow Jedi brothers and sisters, who all greeted him with a small wave of their hand, or a nod of the head and a brief smile; all of which the Jedi Master and war hero returned. Entering the turbo lift, he pressed the centre left button of the pad, and the turbo lift zoomed upwards, making it's quick ascent.

Standing alone in the silence; Obi-Wan contemplated in his thoughts what the council could possibly want his presence for. 'Perhaps another mission? Or the possibility that Anakin and Ahsoka have both done something reckless again.' Obi-Wan chuckled at the thought of the dynamic duo bickering in front of the council as to whose idea it was to pull the crazy stunt.

Interrupting his thoughts, the turbo lift grinded to a sudden halt at the top of the centre spire of the Jedi Temple. Stepping out, Obi-Wan's eyes quickly wondered to the city life outside the window of the flowing sky line traffic of Coruscant in the orange and pink tinted sky.

Once again, snapping him out of his delusion of the view, the heavy council doors slowly swung open, moaning as the metal scraped across the door.

Obi-Wan faced the doors and stepped in, confused at why the seats were empty, save for two, who were Master Yoda and Master Windu. Obi-Wan remained standing just inside the doorframe, his hands linked together in front of him.

"Master Kenobi." Mace greeted rather warmly, giving him an extremely rare smile, which both the other two masters found highly surprising.

"Obi-Wan, good to see you it is. Warms my heart it does."

"As a pleasure it is to see you too Master Yoda." Obi-Wan bowed, before turning to Mace to bow at him too."Wonder why you are here?"

Obi-Wan sighed loudly, his sigh echoing off the walls. "What has my former padawan and his padawan done now masters?" Jumping to a conclusion.

The young masters brow furrowed in confusion when Yoda chuckled at the Jedi's statement. Mace contained the chuckle but the smallest of smiles growing on his chocolate face betrayed his humour.

"Done nothing your reckless padawan has for now Obi-Wan." Mace said in delight as he unfolded his arms from across his chest and sat down in his seat, Yoda hobbling forwards to sit in the soft, plush fabric awaiting him to sink in to it.

The diminutive Master raised a clawed hand towards Obi-Wan's empty seat by the window, adjacent to the doors, inclining him to be seated. Obi-Wan did so and perched himself on his seat, leaning back into it and crossing his legs - his relaxed position.

"Wanted to speak to you we did, of a matter of importance. That importance will be to you."

"We are sorry to interrupt your leave but you must leave tonight for Mandalore."

Obi-Wan was startled. Mandalore meant Satine. The last time he saw Satine was on Coruscant, when he helped her uncover a plot set up by Death Watch to frame her for the murders of her own people.

Leaning forward on his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked up at the two through pained eyes. Yoda spotted this.

"Obi-Wan, know of you're feelings for the Duchess I do. Determined you are to protect her."

"But, I-I can't Masters," Remembering not to leave out Mace, who was sitting in companionable silence, linking his fingers and staring out at the sky, relishing it. "If I fail, and she dies. I don't know how I could cope."

"Cope you would Master Kenobi. And cope you shall. Many loses you have faced, yet still moved on. Determination is what you need to protect her. Believe you can succeed, we both do." Yoda's green eyes penetrated Obi-Wan's pained and stressful filled blue-grey, resulting in the younger Master to sniff and sit up right.

"Pre Vizla has risen up out of hiding since your last disruption of his plan to deal with the Duchess. He plans on leading an attack on the planet Mandalore tomorrow with followers of the Death Watch, leading an army to siege the palace, and once and for all silence the Duchess. A Madalorian spy intercepted translations between Vizla and Count Dooku. You're assumption of the Separatists aiding them in their struggle against the New Mandalorians was correct. We are sending you and a legion of clone troopers over there tonight. You are to leave at 2200 hours. That is all." Mace brushed him off after coming back from his small day dream.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes to quench the tears and nodded. He stood to leave. As he stepped through the doorway he faintly heard Mace whisper "Good luck."

Obi-Wan knew all of his feelings of long lost love that he had buried away for so long were going to come rushing to the surface once more. The only way for him to avoid them was to act natural and brush them off.

If necessary… Cruel.

Thirteen hours later...

The trip had been long and tiresome - and it gave Obi-Wan the opportunity to think over his relationship with Satine.

They had started out fine. Both of them on level terms, and getting along. Over the time of them on the run from bounty hunters during the civil war, and whilst Qui-Gon negotiated peace; both Obi-Wan and Satine grew close during that time. But it began to get bumpy as she witnessed a death in front of her very moon-like eyes. Obi-Wan had slain someone; but in her protection.

Both had argued; but they found solace. On his leave they ultimately ended their relationship, hoping never to bring it up again. Now he was back again - and not long after admitting their still lasting love for each other on the Coronet only mere months ago.

Finally arriving on Mandalore, he was escorted to the throne room of the esteemed Duchess Satine.

He waited for her to arrive. In that time he had alone, he studied a portrait of her hung up on the wall.

The artist was very good - for he captured her beauty well. The vibrant colours used matched her perfectly. Her fair skin and blue-grey eyes; 'just like mine.' He thought to himself, were beautifully displayed. He marvelled at it. In fact, he marvelled at it so much that he never noticed the Duchess presence had filled the room.

"Well, well. Master Kenobi!" Obi-Wan turned to face the source of the voice. His jaw nearly dropped open in response. Duchess Satine Kryze strode in, her elegant blue dress trailing softly along the floor. "My shining Knight in armour comes to rescue me again."

His eyes, completely dazed by her dazzling beauty, followed her to her throne. 'Honestly Satine, do you enjoy torturing me with your beauty?'

"After all these years and even these few months you're more beautiful than ever."

"Kind words from a mindful and committed Jedi. I notice you still like the beard."

He put on an expression of mock hurt to amuse her. "There's nothing wrong with it! You said it your self. It looks nice on me!"

"Actually Master Kenobi, you'll find that I said it hides too much of you're handsome face." Her eyes gleamed with devilish amusement. She was enjoying this. Obi-Wan could not think of much else to say. It was as if the words had been taken from his mouth. All he could do was blush a bright and brilliant red; his cheeks flaming.

He decided to change the subject to a more pressing matter as he didn't really like the way the conversation was going. "You of course understand why I am here."

Satine met him with silence at first, which Obi-Wan felt embarrassed about. "Of course. Death Watch is after me again."

Obi-Wan was fairly shocked at her easiness at taking the situation; and also quite frankly annoyed. 'This is your life on the line Satine!' He sighed heavily.

"Yes they are…Again." He controlled his frustration. However, he knew she had encountered Death Watch many times, as well as the bounty hunters they had encountered on their adventures. "Let it be known that I have been assigned as you're protector and I am here until the council sees fit you are safe."

"I also have guards on high alert around the palace." Satine said matter-of-factly.

Obi-Wan felt like it was time to retreat. "I shall leave you your highness, for I must go and check on security."

"Very well," Satine conceded, waving her hand for emphasis. "You may leave and do your duty."

Obi-Wan briefly smiled at her before turning on his heel and leaving.

"Obi-Wan!" The soft call echoed around the room to him. He turned around to face Satine once more.

"Yes Duchess." He politely asked.

"Perhaps you would like to join me for a walk in the gardens later?"

Obi-Wan gave her a near toothy grin. "I would be honoured to your highness." He politely obliged, bowing fairly low to her before leaving her glowing presence.

After checking the security cameras and alarms, and seeing that the guards scattered around the palace were fit, he went to meet Satine in the gardens.

He walked into the exotic garden, full of green moss and bushes and trees, with the distant colour array of flowers from different worlds, including ones he recognized from his time on Naboo in his padawan years.

His eyes catching her on the bench, he strode towards her, his boots tapping lightly off the patio floor. He joined her by the bench that was surrounded by pink and purple flowers, tangled in their green vines.

"Hello there." He greeted gently, bowing his head once more.

"Must you do that Obi?" She said lightly, though slightly annoyed."

Sorry." He apologized. "But at least once more your highness." He continued, bowing his head again out of kindness.

"Call me by my name Obi-Wan." She sighed. "We've known each other long enough to converse and speak our names." He swallowed a lump that had risen in his throat. "Satine…" She smiled a ghost of a smile at him.

"Why?" She whispered painfully.

Obi-Wan noticed her sudden change in mood. He tentatively preached the subject. "What?"

She looked at him; her eyes teary. "What did I ever do wrong? All I wanted was to change our old warrior ways. Bring peace. What's wrong with that?"

He sat down beside her, putting a warm and strong arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to him. She laid her head on his shoulder.

"Nothing is wrong Satine." He whispered gently into her hair; his cool lips brushing her curly blonde locks. He felt her shudder and squeezed her gently. "In fact, I think it's a very great thing to do. It's very brave and very noble. I admire you for it. We're fighting and killing. You're not. I can only say that I wish I had the courage that you possess."

The words seemed to have the affect that was intended, for Satine stopped crying and smiled more vibrantly. She slowly removed herself from his arm and sat upright.

They both stared at each other smiling. The emotions rose up once more. Obi-Wan swallowed and tried to choke them down. He noticed Satine struggling to do the same thing.

'We made our decision. We have our duty to attend to, not this: not our love.'

"How do you do it?"

Obi-Wan smiled sheepishly, tapping his temple with his finger. "Jedi wisdom. I am the 'Negotiator'."

"It's good to see you again Obi-Wan…Despite the… circumstances."

Obi-Wan gently smiled and put an arm around her. "It's good to see you too Satine."

They sat there together for a few hours; talking and catching up on each others business. Satine had been running Mandalore well, and had conversed with the Senate about their neutrality.

Obi-Wan had told her about his missions and saving many worlds and people. At one point they just joked to one another, having a good time.

Only later, as if right on cue, something ruined the moment, shattering the peace. Obi-Wan did not know what, but the Force urged him to take evade of action. He darted to the left, shoving Satine to the ground, his body colliding on top of hers to shield her.

He looked back to find the bench they had been sitting on seconds ago was ablaze, shrapnel and splinters scattered the gardens, destroying it's exotic beauty.

More explosions erupted around the garden from fire and shells.

One thing was on Obi-Wan's mind: Get Satine out.

"Come on!" He yelled over the noise, grabbing Satine's hand like a vice and dragging her along the gardens to the palace.

The Force yelled directions at him. 'Left. Right. Stop. Forwards. Right.' He dashed along the gardens, avoiding shells that exploded around them. It was an obstacle course. One false move, and you were a bloody mess.

Eventually reaching the palace, Obi-Wan desperately asked Satine where he could take her. I.E. A safe location.

Satine directed him to the spot, both avoiding falling debris and other hazards. They finally reached the spot: A small cavern that went down below into the ground just outside the palace.

Depositing her in the cavern, Obi-Wan barked an order to her.

"Satine! Stay here and keep your head down!" Then the argument ensued, the emotional conversation they shared, the decree of love once more, with the kiss they shared; a promise. And finally saying goodbye, as he marched off to aid his troops in battle.

His blue blade was a whirl of motion, deflecting every blaster bolt in all directions in front of him; some hitting the very shooter.

Clones lined up behind him, kneeling behind cover, their blaster rifles held steady against their cover. Obi-Wan would see some valiantly sprint forwards towards the fray, only to stumble and fall as they were shot or exploded into hundreds of bits - their screams of agony singing in the battlefield.

The smell of blood and burnt flesh from both sides slithered up into Obi-Wan's nostrils. He wrinkled his nose in disgust of the smell, trying desperately at attempting to block out the foul stench of the rotting dead; their souls screaming and moaning out in wonder.

AT-AT'S from the Republic marched in towards the enemy lines, their noses blasting out intense lasers and side launchers shooting rockets out towards the fray and the bunkers. The explosions rocking and shuddering the earth, creating cracks and shell holes, few bodies filling them.

The Republic forces were hammering the resistance, however, not without their own loses. Soldiers fell on the lines, dying in the line of duty and of honour; bravery each engraved in their own brown eyes that just gleamed through their helmets.

Tanks and walkers exploded, rumbling the atmosphere, their explosions mixing with the cries of agony of the poor souls inside, and the orange sky, turning it to black - the colour of darkness.

The enemy forces began to seize fire. The Republic forces withdrew their fire on Kenobi's command, their confused eyes staring at their general and then towards the enemy, their eyes changing from confusion to weariness.

The Death Watch forces drew apart down the centre. A cloaked figure emerged.

Obi-Wan stepped forwards to meet his opponent in the centre of the battlefield.

Obi-Wan Kenobi met Death Watch leader and former governor of Concordia, Pre Vizla.

Vizla 's hatred of the Jedi was evident on his face as he sneered at the Master.

"We meet again Jedi."

"If only it had been in different circumstances than this Vizla." Obi-Wan returned gently; always in his calm demeanour.

"Prepare to fall Kenobi. The Duchess will join you shortly after."

Vizla caught Obi-Wan flinch as the rage within the not much older man welled inside. The dormant dragon within; it's dark heart inside Obi-Wan Kenobi reared back, ready to strike.

Vizla chuckled in triumph as he realized he had struck a nerve.

"Yes, I know you have feelings for her Kenobi…" He continued to toy with the man's good heart, pushing on the button. Clone troopers each shared a confused look, puzzled by how their General could be 'attached' to someone - how he somehow struggled with a certain part of their Jedi code. "I know she returns the feelings. How strain full it must be to know you love someone… But can't be together because of some code. A forbidden love."

"Stop." Obi-Wan said, his eyes blinking as he tried to keep his mind focused.

"How does it feel Kenobi?" Vizla continued his onslaught relentlessly, playing with Obi-Wan's mind and heart. "How does it feel to be in love, but know it cannot be? Do you want her? Yearn for her? I know she does."

"NO!" Obi-Wan yelled, causing gasps from his troopers who were shocked at their general's angry display. "Leave her out of this! You want me dead first! So am I more important!"

Vizla scratched his chin in quick contemplation, his eyes drawing downwards as his brain thought about it. "You are my first priority…" He stated, lifting his angry eyes to meet Obi-Wan's burning orbs. "Only because you constantly got in my way. The Duchess still shares as much as a bulls eye on her head than you do."

"Then kill me." Obi-Wan said defiantly, unclipping his lightsaber from his belt and tossing it to the dusty ground in-between Vizla's feet. "I'm unarmed. I'm giving you this glorious opportunity. Kill me…Spare her…" He spread his arms apart, leaving his chest open for a killing blow.

Vizla, in disgust, picked up Kenobi's lightsaber and tossed it back into his hands.

"You'll die how I want you to Kenobi!" Vizla snarled at him, his eyes showing hatred with an intensity. "You'll die honourably. You live as a Jedi, you'll die as one."

Vizla pulled out his dark saber - an ancient weapon from the old Republic, and activated it, it's pitch black blade glowing brilliantly.

"Lets finish this."

And with a yell that echoed across the landscape, Vizla lunged at him, his blade arched above his head.

Obi-Wan barely had seconds to activate his lightsaber. He managed to just block the on-coming blade, his brilliant blue clashing and hissing with the dark saber's endless black blade. It looked like an endless black sea with no depth what so ever.

Obi-Wan thrust his arms outwards, his muscles screaming in agony and flexing as he sent Vizla off balance. Vizla ran at him again and went to slice Obi-Wan's head from his shoulders.

Obi-Wan did not even move from where he stood. He stood in his same position and at the last second, ducked so the blade that was meant for the neck sliced nothing but air. Obi-Wan sweeped his leg out and tripped Vizla.

He raised his blade high to strike. However, Vizla struck out with his leg, his silver armoured boot connecting squarely with Obi-Wan's abdomen. As a result, Obi-Wan grunted and stumbled back, winded.

Vizla scrambled up, the red dust swirling around his feet up to his face. With Obi-Wan still winded, he ran to him and once again kneed him in the stomach, intensifying his pain.

Obi-Wan fell back onto the dirt gasping, his blue-grey orbs staring up at the blonde man before him. Vizla stamped his metal foot down onto Obi-Wan's wrist, disarming him and pinning him to the ground. He screamed in pain as his wrist broke.

Vizla held his blade vertically before him, aiming to stab Obi-Wan in the face. He thrust his arms down. Obi-Wan's reflexes kicked in, the Force as his ally. He rolled the upper half of his body to his left, ultimately avoiding the blade. He then swung his leg upwards and kicked Vizla in the groin. Vizla did not fall to his knees as Obi-Wan had thought he would. Instead he stumbled back, his breathing quickening.

Obi-Wan ran up and punched him squarely in the jaw; a good right hook. He punched and kicked out of self defence but also anger.

Unexpectedly, Vizla grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist and twisted it, intensifying the pain in his broken wrist, and his lightsaber falling from his hand and rolling away on the floor. Putting him in an arm lock, Vizla pulled his blade up.

Pain erupted from inside. His eyes bulged outwards. His breathing rate hightened as well as his heart beat.

Obi-Wan yelled out in agony as Vizla's dark saber slashed at his side, cutting through cotton and skin - even flesh. It burned and ate at his skin ravenously.

Obi-Wan stumbled back, losing his balance. He clutched his side, his hand stained with the crimson liquid: He felt woozy. His sight was turning hazy.

Vizla was about to finish him off, only to be halted as a brave clone trooper ran out, guns blazing as he shot relentlessly at him. One bolt shot through Vizla's shoulder, tearing flesh.

"Retreat!" He yelled in pain. The orders were obliged; and Vizla's army fled the battlefield in a wave of seconds. Leaving a dying Jedi Master lying on the floor, blood oozing fourth from his injury.

Commander Cody sprinted towards his General in an all out panic. Landing by his side, other troopers accompanying him and a medic. He placed a trembling hand on his general. It rest on Obi-Wan's forehead.

The poor man was sweating buckets. His face was dotted with blood, broken ribs were on his right side and some internal damage; severely to his stomach. What worried the commander more though was the great slash he had running along his side where his ribs were. The open wound was gushing with flowing blood, and the burn continued to eat at his skin, through muscle and bone. Small wisps of smoke emitted from the burn.
Cody became even more fearful for his general's life as he saw the rise and fall of his chest becoming more shallow. He listened intently to the low rasps of his rattling breaths; each time becoming more shallow and longer.

Cody barked orders at the clones to watch the area and ordered the medic to take Obi-Wan away. He watched as his general was carried off back into the palace by a stretcher.

"Hang in there general."

The white light invaded his vision, slipping through his closed eyelids and shining off his iris.

'Is this the Force?' He thought. Was he dead? He believed so.

The slow, arithmetic beeping of a heart monitor told him otherwise. He was very much alive. Oh, how much he wished he wasn't right now.

Obi-Wan sluggishly opened his eyes to find himself in the med-bay; the scent of disinfectant filling his nostrils. He remembered the entire battle, right to the point of him blacking out from loss of blood. He tried to sit up, only to be attacked by an intense pain throbbing from his side. Obi-Wan hissed and cursed under his breath as he sat back down.

'Where is everyone? Where is Satine? Did the clones get her out? Thank the Force Cody for saving me.'

Realising that he needed to find Satine, he gently rose up out of his so-called confined bed; being extra careful not to aggravate his injuries further. Swinging his legs over the edge, his feet touching the cold ground, he pushed himself off the bed and into a standing position. He limped his way through the silent corridors towards his destination.

Satine sat on the bed in her chambers, her knees bought up to her face. The duchess was terrified, however not for her life. She was terrified for Obi-Wan.

He had gone into the fray for her; fought for her against Pre Vizla, and came out on the brink of death.

She was absolutely hysterical, fearing for his life beyond belief.

'Please don't let him die. He has to come back. He promised me. We're such good friends.' True that was. They were great friends. However, they were closer than they seemed to be from other peoples perspective. They knew what lay beneath them. Not many but them knew of their history.
The only other person to actually know was Anakin. He sensed his former masters behaviour when he was with the Duchess on the Coronet; not to mention Obi-Wan telling him about their past. However he never told him he was attached to her. Thank the Force Anakin was not present when the two had expressed and acknowledged their love for one another.

She was distracted from her thoughts when a light knock came from her door.

Oblivious as to who it was, Satine tentatively approached the door and opened it.

She had not expected to greet who stood before her…

Obi-Wan, battered and bruised stood at the doorway, his arm resting upon the frame as to support himself. He shifted his balance as to not hurt his injured leg. His breathing was still slow and shallow as not to aggravate his slash he received today.

"Hello.." He said breathlessly to her, his breath hitching and his eyes closing as he winced in pain from his injuries.

"H-hello…" She greeted back, rather surprised that he was here now. "What are you doing here?" She whispered.

"I need to talk to you."

She stood silently, staring at him, taking in his facial features which were still angelic, despite the cuts that covered his face.

"Can I come in please?"

Satine stepped aside, allowing him entry. Obi-Wan limped inside, the door sliding behind him, closing. He made his way to the bed and sat on the edge slowly, still flinching from the pain and the heat of battle that had ended not so long ago.

Satine sat beside him, looking intently at the side of his face. A long cut, crusted with dried blood ran down from his temple to his jaw line. His nose had a cut running along it.

He bought his eyes up to her, sweeping from the floor to her face. "About today…" He started.

"I know…" Satine interrupted. "It was selfish." She breathed.

He sighed in response, remembering the moment and the longing inside.

"Jedi don't love." He said. "It's forbidden."

"Then why did you kiss me?" She asked gently, leaning into his line of sight so all he could see was her beautifully carved face, and whatever blurry objects were behind her beautiful face.

Obi-Wan sighed and drew his eyes down again. Satine drew his face upwards by touching the side of his face gently so he looked at her. His eyes looked at hers with an intensity, as if they could see inside her soul.

"I didn't know if I was going to see you again." He answered; his eyes staring into the oceanic depths of her own.

Satine couldn't say anything, for the words had touched her heart warmly. She felt like she was going to melt into a gooey mess on the floor in front of him.

"But you know it's forbidden. Jedi don't feel emotions." Obi-Wan glared at her faintly.

"We do feel Satine." He said fervently. "We are not emotionless machines. Of course Jedi feel. It's human of us. Besides, a Jedi is encouraged to love… Just - not the way of alove… A possessive love."

Satine understood now. She understood how the Jedi struggle with emotions; how they always seems emotionless. It was to protect themselves and others from the deadly trap. How love could be deadly was ridiculous. But for a Jedi, she understood why they seemed so afraid of it. Obi-Wan said he always saw an innocent as her, and that he tried to save them. He struggled as he tried not to possess her. That was the love that was forbidden. That was the love he so desperately wanted to avoid.

"I gave into my emotions. Me kissing you. I couldn't hold on forever… Not if I wanted to possess you. I couldn't do that." The young Jedi Master said, confirming her theory."If one does not control their love, that leads to feeling forbidden to a Jedi. Fear, jealously, and finally possession. The code forbids it as it can risk a Jedi falling to the Dark Side. Before the code was changed, Jedi were allowed to love. Because of the fall of many out of jealously and loss, the code was changed, thus forbidding us to love another. We cannot give our hearts to that special someone. Right now it kills me."

"Then if it hurts you this much. Leave." Obi-Wan's head snapped up violently, his eyes burned with fire.

"No!" He yelled, causing Satine to jump in shock. Obi-Wan realised he scared her and took her hand in his. "I'm not leaving! I've been ordered to stay, and I will until this is over."

Satine nodded. "Then what will you do."

"I would say forget what happened… But It's near impossible."

"But there is a possibility."

"In all honesty Satine, I don't want to forget." She nodded again in silent contemplation. "I'm going to protect you, for that it what I am ordered to do. It's my job to protect you."

"How do we get past this?" She asked in a monotone voice, trying to keep it from breaking.

Obi-Wan stared at her in silence before he answered her.

"We don't bury it."

"What?" She asked breathlessly.

"You heard me," He said with a slight smile on his face. "We don't bury it. We do the best we can not to possess one another. But I'm not just leaving it again. Other Knights have done it. Who says we can't?"

"If that's what you think we can accomplish. Very well." She replied with a smile, matching his. Her eyes lit up as his danced with enthusiasm.

"Well then, if we are taking it slowly, then you should go." Standing up and pointing to the door to prove her point. "It's not time to be sharing the same room yet." She smiled seductively at him. Obi-Wan was shocked at her statement and began to stutter a load of gibberish at her.

She burst out laughing at his hilarious response. "Relax Obi." She chuckled uncontrollably. "I-I'm j- j- joking! Don't keel over from a panic attack!"

Obi-Wan slumped down and relaxed, a uncontrollable chuckle emitting from him too. "You had me on that one there love."

She stared at him in shock. "What? I can call you that can't I? We are going as you say… 'Slow'?"

"I guess so." She replied, covering her mouth from another mouthful of laughter. Obi-Wan stood up from the bed and limped towards her so he was in front of her. He was so close that Satine felt his body heat up against hers; his warm breath playing with the loose strands of her hair. They looked at each other for long and silent minutes before Obi-Wan dismissed himself from her chambers.

Standing in the doorway he turned to face her.

"Good night Satine." He said quietly to her. She approached the door way herself and looked up into his endless eyes.

"Good night Obi." She replied. He took her hand with his un-injured left hand and pulled her gently to him. His lips touched her hand briefly. After, he leaned his head down a little and forwards. His lips touched hers briefly.

"Taking it slow." He whispered, a smile touching the corners of his lips and his eyes crinkling.

With that, he walked off returning to his med-wing and bed, leaving Satine to groom herself and go to bed.

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