Obi-Wan was incredibly anxious. Nothing had ever been so important as to rattle him like this. He dove head long into fights with laser guns and trusted his life to thousands of starship pilots. But the anticipation of being with Three for the first time trumped any kind of tension he had ever felt before. The waiting was the hardest part. She insisted on taking a shower before they started and he almost followed her into her bathroom but she stopped him. She simply told him she needed to 'prepare'. That was ten long minutes ago. He had taken a shower after he got up that morning but he still craned his neck to check his armpits.

"Ok." He said. He didn't smell bad but if he kept sweating that would change. Obi-Wan ran his hand over his chin. He was thankful that he shaved that day too - his prickly, sparse stubble wouldn't have felt good on some of her more delicate areas. He perked up when he heard the shower turn off. He toed off his boots and stood up to get his belt off.

"Don't." Three said as she came in the room. He looked at her. "Let me do it." Obi-Wan watched her closely as she moved. The water on her skin was soaking through the thin robe she had on. The light color standing out against her clean brown— "Obi, you're making me blush." She said - undoubtedly picking up his thoughts through their bond. She reached out and took hold of the clasp to his belt. "I'm nervous." Three admitted. He noticed her hands were shaking a little as she undid his belt. It fell to the floor with a light thunk and his tunic shifted open.

"We don't have to if you don't want to."

"I want to." Three insisted. "Nervousness is an automatic response to something new. Silly really when you think about all the other stuff we've done. Undressing you should feel like clock work." She rationalized as she slid his tunic off his shoulders. Three noticed a new scar on his bicep. Pale and jagged it looked like it had to be sewn up on the run. She traced her finger tip over it and got a brief flash of Qui-Gon stitching it closed while Obi-Wan bit his knuckles to keep from crying out.

"Don't worry." Obi-Wan said, bringing Three back to the present. He leaned in and kissed her. He pulled the sash on her robe and slid his hands inside. She was so warm and her skin was still damp. It smelled faintly of vanilla. A scent that perfectly fit her. Sweet and familiar. Obi-Wan was eager to taste her so he dipped his head down and licked along her neck. She tilted her head to the side and hooked her arms under his - pulling him closer, encouraging him to go further. She brushed her knee against his and he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. Three gripped the back of his shirt when he rubbed over her clit. Just long enough to get her worked up before he slid two fingers inside her.

"Ah!" She gasped and he kissed her again. He turned her towards the bed and they had to separate for a moment. Obi-Wan took off the rest of his clothes before he leaned over her. She slipped her robe off her arms just as he lay on top of her. Kissing, being naked, skin to skin contact was nothing new for them but it felt different - hotter and more intense. Everywhere Obi-Wan ran his hands made Three moan. She tried to keep quiet - no telling who was passing by her dwelling and might hear her if she gasped too loud. It was bad enough the sound of Obi-Wan sucking her nipples was so loud in her ears. She ran her hand through his hair, messing up his padawan ponytail. He leaned back for a second to take it out of the bindings so she could get her hand all the way through without a problem. He loved it when she touched his hair - Three scratched her nails along his scalp just right - it almost made his leg kick it felt so good.

Obi-Wan ducked down and attached his mouth to her clit. Getting her wet and loving how she pulled his hair when he was teasing just the right spot. She let out a frustrated whine - he knew exactly how to get her off he wasn't doing it on purpose.

Three propped herself up on her elbows to watch Obi-Wan when he stood up on his knees. He stroked himself as few times before he positioned himself between her legs. He looked up at her, as if asking permission. He heard her answer through their bond and eased forward. Three gasped at the initial contact. The head of his cock meeting her entrance. He pulled back for a second before pushing in with a little more force. At first the pain was nonexistent - it was more a feeling that he was pushing against something that wasn't going to open. But a second later she felt it. Her body stretching to accommodate his girth and a sharp sting followed soon after. Three tried not to tense. She concentrated on wiggling her toes to distract herself and yelped when he slid in further.

"OH… you're so tight." Obi-Wan hissed as he leaned over on his hands. He looked down, watching as he sheathed himself inside her. Through their bond she heard his racing thoughts and knew hers were equally befuddled. The sensation of being connected this way was overwhelming. She couldn't concentrate and hoped their feelings weren't spreading to the force. All Jedi would suddenly feel discomfort coupled oddly with incredible pleasure below the waist. Three knew despite how it burned she didn't want him to stop. She wanted more. Obi-Wan sensed it and started to thrust his hips. Just a little at first. Shallow and slow until he was pulling nearly all the way out and pushing all the way back in until his hips were pressed into her thighs.

It was clumsy and more than a little awkward despite their familiarity with each others bodies. Obi-Wan was sure he was making odd noises. The sensation coursing through him was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Somewhere along his bond with Three he felt a dull ache but it was nearly smothered by hot tingles. He was touching something inside her. Something that was making her pussy squeeze him tighter. Her body was humming under his hands. It was nearly impossible to think or do anything else while he moved his hips but he managed to kiss her a few times and get his hands into her hair. Obi-Wan felt her hand on the small of his back - willing him a little faster. That spot inside was heating up and it made her rake her nails down his back.

"Ahh!" Obi-Wan couldn't help the way he moaned. It felt so good - so intense. Everything was hot and wet. The tickle of Three's breath puffing out against neck. Her nails dug deeper into his back and she bucked up to meet his next thrust.

"Obi-Wan… Obi-AHHHH!" She suddenly tensed around him and he was sure that he really hurt her. "Yes! Oh…" It took him a second to realize she was cumming. She tightened even more around him. Their connection went fuzzy for a few seconds as she rode out her orgasm.

"Pull out - not inside."

The thought came through their bond once it was reestablished and Obi-Wan withdrew just in time to spill his seed all over her thighs. It was powerful and splendid. It made him keen. He stroked himself for good measure and sighed as he came down from his high.

"Three that was…" He trailed off as he looked down at his hand. "You're bleeding!" He said and showed her his red stained palm. "I hurt you."

"No, thats normal." She assured him. He only partially heard what she said as he gingerly touched her to see if there was more. Obi-Wan seemed to pale at the sight of red on his finger tips - appalled at himself for hurting her and not stopping. Three simple reached over to her nightstand and retrieve her healing crystal and a small cloth. She put the cloth over his hands and wiped the blood away for him. Obi-Wan then watched as she channeled the force through her crystal. She placed her free hand to her pelvis and healed whatever small abrasion he had caused. "There - no harm done." She took the cloth from him and cleaned up what was left. "Don't worry."

"Yeah but—"

"If it really hurt I would've stopped you." She said and pulled him down to lay beside her.

"So it was good?" He asked.

"Yes." Three answered with a smirk. Obi-Wan smiled and kissed the back of her hand before he threaded their fingers together. They lay there making idle chit chat until it became obvious that Obi-Wan had something on his mind.

"So at the risk of starting another fight have you given any thought to your 'studies'?"

"It might not matter soon." She said. "The masters have been meeting more frequently - trying to commune with the force to see what's happening on Naboo. There's rumors swirling about the Federation making a play for universal control. That their being led by Sith of all things. The conflict might turn into some serious fighting. And with serious fighting comes serious injuries."

"You think they might ship you off to the hospitals on the front lines?"

"If they do I'll have to go where I am needed." She said and looked at him. "Obi-Wan—"

"They'd be sending the best." He interrupted before he squeezed her hand. "I'd love it if you came along with me and Master Qui-Gon - but I doubt they'd let you be our personal physician."

"What's it like out there? Fighting on distant planets, being away for so long?"

"A good Jedi would say it's his duty and that it is nothing to fulfill whatever role he must." Obi-Wan said. "But I would be lying if I said it wasn't a little terrifying. But there are some incredible sights to behold out there. The setting of purple suns, planets with neon moons and endless fields of the purest white snow. I had the most delicious ploom I've ever eaten on a planet where it rained constantly. When I bit into the juice came flooding out - it kept me full all day." He sighed again. "It's fantastic. But there is a sense of… home when I'm here. Out there I'm constantly protecting someone else or myself but here in the temple I can relax." He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "I think that's mostly because you're here."

"Where ever I end up, you're just a short light speed jump away. Right?" She asked.

"Right."

Three was over due for a visit with Sana. She had been neglecting her friend because everything she had been going through lately. And with conflict on the horizon she might be shipped off and seeing Sana would become more difficult that taking a walk down the streets of Coruscant to get to her shop. The last time Three had updated Sana on her relationship with Obi-Wan was when they started getting a little more explorative below the belt. After last night she was dying to tell someone what happened.

Three raced to the shop but was halted from entering. She knew she had the right hours of operation. Plus she had sent a message to Sana saying she was coming over. The door was stuck - not locked - something was blocking it. She used the force to fling it open. Apart from the partially broken door the shop was in shambles. Her wares and trinkets strewn about. Three was suddenly filled with fear. What was going on? Who had done this?

"Sana?" She looked around and spotted a dark red trail of blood on the floor. She followed it but stopped in her tracks when she came across Sana on the floor - clutching her neck and gasping for breath. She spotted Three and her eyes went wide - she gurgled, unable to talk or breathe because of her injury. Her blood was all over her clothes, hands, arms and was quickly spreading to the floor. She locked eyes with Three and all at once her turmoil increased ten fold.

Back at the Jedi temple Mace suddenly jolted out of his seat. The rest of the council looked at him. They felt a fraction of his sudden shift in emotion. It made them all go silent. "Three!" He gasped and used his abilities to speed away before they could ask what was the matter.

Obi-Wan was on his way back to his dwelling when he was suddenly overcome by nausea. He stooped over and made his way to the door. Qui-Gon looked at him when he came stumbling in. "There's something wrong." He said before Qui-Gon could ask what was the matter. "Three is… oh God stop screaming…" He fell to his knees and clutched his head. Qui-Gon caught him before he could hit the floor. He put his hand to Obi-Wan's forehead and tried to sort through his scattered thoughts.

Three reached down for Sana only to be snatched up by her hair. "Ahh!" She screamed and kicked out. All her training as a knight forgotten the instant she felt the strength of the person holding her. A man - he was bigger than her, much bigger. He smelled like burning wood and musk. "Let go!" Three waved her hand reflexively and the man groaned at the force she put behind the command. He dropped her and looked down when the ground cracked beneath him. He was suddenly flung back with so much force that he nearly went through the wall he collided with.

"Sana!" Three wobbled to her and knelt down. She tried to put more pressure on the gushing wound. She can feel Sana's life force fading. So fast Three was swept away by it - made dizzy by the magnitude of the blinding light that was taking her. Three was jerked back to reality by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and barely recognized her master through the tears in her eyes.

"She's gone, Three." Mace said.

"No… No! I can heal her!" Three said before she gripped the crystal around her neck.

"It's too late—"

"Jedi in league with a whore." Another man said as he came out the back. She really was connected - doesn't matter now."

"You did this!" Three yelled. She extended her hand and the man grabbed his neck as if he was choking.

"Three no!" Mace said. The man seemed to age twenty years in an instant and he fell to his knees. Three touched Sana and transferred his life force into her - healing her wound and delving into the force to bring Sana back from the white void. She was almost there. She could see Sana's hand and she almost had it but once again she was pulled back by a hand on her shoulder. Her vision cleared to the sight of the mans rapidly mummified corpse. Three jumped back and clung to Mace. "It's alright." He said quickly.

" Wait I did it… I healed her. I brought her back." Three said as she crawled back to Sana. The wound in her neck was closed. "Sana." She shook her a little to wake her up but Sana didn't move. Her eyes were dull and unfocused. "No." Three shook her again and checked her pulse. "No, I had her." She looked back at Mace and he avoided her tearful gaze.

"She's gone, Three."

"Let me see her!" Obi-Wan demanded.

"No visitors - by order of the Jedi council." The knight standing at the door to Three's dwelling said. "You want the life sucked out of you, Kenobi? I know you guys are friends but you don't know what she did."

"Yes, that's the problem. So let me in so I can find out." He insisted.

"It's your funeral." The knight said before he stepped aside. "If you get caught, I'm going to tell the masters that you hit me." Obi-Wan gave him a look before he want inside. When he closed the door Three sprang up from her couch.

"What are you doing in here?"

"What is going on? Why are you in seclusion? The temple is in an uproar—"

"You didn't feel it? You didn't feel what I did?"

"Stop answering my questions with questions." He said as he reached for her. She yelped and backed away. "Not this again."

"No! Don't touch me. I could hurt you." She insisted.

"What—"

"I killed a man! I drew the life right out of him - I don't know how. I was so angry! He killed Sana!"

"Sana's dead?" Obi-Wan asked. That had been the sick feeling he had gotten earlier. His connection with Three had been suddenly so murky. So filled with negative emotions that it made him ill.

"They cut her throat. They had her money, they could have just left but they killed her!" Three said. "She was alive when I got there. I could've saved her but one of them grabbed me. When I saw the second one, gloating and reveling I just… I literally took his life from him. I healed Sana and I almost had her but Master Windu—"

"You didn't have her, Three." They both looked at the door when Mace came in. "You were so immersed you nearly crossed over. The only reason she felt close was because you were about to die. This is why you shouldn't trifle with the force."

"It was worth it try to save Sana!" She screamed at him. Obi-Wan was shocked - she had never done that before. Mace seemed unaffected by her tantrum.

"Calm down." Mace said - barely gesturing towards her. She wobbled and Obi-Wan moved to catch her but she braced herself on the wall and held up her hand to stay back.

"Don't touch me. I'm dangerous." She said - suddenly so calm. It was a little unnerving. Obi-Wan reached out and took her hand. The contact made her look at him sharply.

"I know you would never hurt me." He said before he pulled her to him.

"She's gone…"

"I know. I know it hurts." Obi-Wan said. They both looked at Mace.

"Master." She moved to him and he put his hands on her shoulders.

"She's one with the force now, Three."

Master Windu sent Obi-Wan on his way and advised him to give Three some time. Although it felt more like an order the way Master Windu looked at him. Obi-Wan spotted him talking to Qui-gon later that day - undoubtedly telling him to keep Obi-Wan busy so he couldn't visit Three. Obi-Wan heard that since Three had killed a man outside of combat she would have to face the Jedi council. He feared this would be the straw that broke the ton-ton's back. That they'd kick her out of the order or send her to the 'Ghost prison' he had been hearing about. He almost wished that he was off planet on a mission. He kept pacing outside the council room - waiting for her to be brought in for her hearing.

He perked up when he felt her approaching. Their connection seemed so fractured and far away even though she was just down the hall. When he spotted her he almost couldn't believe they had two knights escorting her to the room. She was completely covered by her cloak - Obi-Wan called out through their bond for her to look at him.

"Come on, just one glance. I'm here for you." He pleaded. She gasped and hesitated for a second but one of the knights grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room. Obi-Wan finally saw her face - just for a split second before the doors closed. Their bond got stronger - like she was waking up. Had they sedated her? "Don't be afraid." He thought.

Three jumped when the knight that guided her to the council hearing pulled her hood off for her. Mace got up from his chair and moved to stand beside her. "Three of Fifteen. You have committed murder. It has been labeled as such because you were not in battle when you took the life of one… Tidus Kliff: a civilian in the lower slums of Coruscant." Master Rancisis started. "It is unknown whether you have been tainted by your time spent with Master Vu - a known Sith. Or if this 'character flaw' is that of simple rage. You used the forbidden arts to drain the life out of Mr. Kliff and attempted to restore the life of a prostitute, one… Sana Callisto—"

"She was a shop owner." Mace spoke up. Rancisis eyed him.

"You knew this woman, Master Windu?" He asked. His tone indicating he wanted to know how and why.

"She was a trusted friend. She helped me train Three when she was a padawan." Mace answered.

"If you were overwhelmed by your duties why not find a better master for her?"

"Three of Fifteen had been blacklisted for years for observation. Without someone to teach her, her talents would have gone underdeveloped - I was… I still am the best choice. Because of her former master—"

"Ah you mean Master Vu - a man whom she also accused of threatening her and whom she killed - with his own saber."

"Vu was Sith." Yoda interjected. "His death deemed self-defense it was. Irrelevant that is now."

"Yes well, be that as it may Three of Fifteen you still killed a man in cold blood. For seemingly no reason—"

"No reason?" Three asked. "No reason!? He killed an innocent woman! Sana had a dicey past but she was honest and she didn't deserve to die that way!"

"And what of Mr. Kliff? Could he not have a similar redemption if given the chance? When you took his life you acted as judge, jury and executioner. Jedi are peace keepers. You should've apprehended him."

"His accomplice attacked me." She pointed out.

"Ah yes, Davin Yerlow - another civilian currently in a vegetative state because of your lack of restraint subduing him. He has brain trauma and a broken back. But at least he's alive."

"I wish he weren't." Three hissed.

"Pardon?"

"She doesn't mean that." Mace said quickly.

"I know what you think." Three said. "You see Sana's life laid out on a holocron and think you know her importance. She wasn't a politician, she wasn't a ruler of some big important planet - just an old whore selling trinkets in the slums. Barely a blip in the vast universe. Well she was important to me. And she should be important to you. Not just because she was innocent but because of everything she taught me. How to cope with how this 'order' seems to do everything in it's power to keep me beaten down and subjugated. She taught me not to hate my life here. That I could do so much with the gift of being a Jedi. That I shouldn't hide my feelings - that they are what make me stronger. She's the one that really taught me that Vu was wrong. I am not weak and I shouldn't be shunned or punished for doing what I think is right."

"Hm…" Rancisis hummed. "That 'power' you displayed - where did you learn it?"

"What?"

"You've already been before this council because of your disobedience concerning the dark art of Life Force Manipulation. You told Master Jinn that you wanted to learn it so you would know what not to do. And yet, in the first instance of danger you used the very technique you were not supposed to know. What's to keep you from teaching it to the young padawans currently in your anatomy and physiology courses?"

"Three of Fifteen knows it is forbidden - what she did will not be subject matter in her courses." Mace said. "As her master her lack of control is my failure. I will work with her on restraint and—

"Yes and she will also heal the man she injured." Rancisis added. Three balked.

"No."

"You will or you will be stripped of your rank as Jedi Knight and sentenced to a minimum of twenty years at The Prism."

"You're making me heal a murderer? Three asked in disbelief.

"So that he may stand trial for his crimes and be given the chance Mr. Kliff did not." The other council members seemed pleased or indifferent to his ruling. Mace could feel the disgust oozing off of Three. She had always been proud of her ability to heal but now she would have to cure a person she felt didn't deserve it. A broken back and a broken mind would take numerous sessions to fix. She had a long road ahead of her.