Being together during the day was risky. At any moment anyone could come into Three's dwelling for any number of reasons. Night time was a little safer because mostly everyone was asleep. "Don't worry. If anyone comes in it'll just look like we're meditating." He said as he shook out his hands. "Now, relax." He put his fingers to her temples for a second before slipping them into her hair. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel Obi-Wan in her mind - putting her fears to rest and setting her nerves at ease. So much had happened in such a short time it was enough to put anyone on edge. Three just concentrated on breathing as Obi-Wan brushed their lips together. Afterwards he pressed his forehead to hers and they stayed that way as they played around in each others heads.

"Where'd you learn this?"

"Master Qui-Gon. He thought it might come in handy on a mission and taught me how to 'safely' sense thoughts on a willing mind." Obi-Wan answered "He told me to only use it with other Jedi as untrained minds might be overwhelming. And to only use it with someone who wants to do it."

"I can't tell if you're talking out loud or if you're thinking this." They opened their eyes at the same time.

"It was a thought." He said. "Wasn't it?" Three chuckled and reached up to take his hands.

"Have you ever given any thought to you being the chosen one?" She asked. The question caught Obi-Wan off guard and he just lifted his eyebrows. "The prophecy said my emergence might coincide with 'The Chosen One' and that we might compliment each other."

"No." He answered after a moment. "I'm not that powerful. I don't fit any of the parameters."

"You're always so modest." Three chuckled before she pinched his cheek. He grinned wide. When she let go he caught her hand and kissed it - gently brushing his lips over the scar in her palm from the first time she healed him. "It could be you."

"You just don't want it to be Van." Obi-Wan said. Three rolled her eyes. "I saw… uh heard… 'sensed' what he said to you and how he touched you. I might have to beat him up." Three actually laughed at his statement.

"Don't. I can do that myself." She said. Three smiled when Obi-Wan cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss.

"I don't have to be the Chosen One to 'compliment' you. I've always been able to see how amazing you are without the need for prophecies." Obi-Wan said. Three looked into his eyes for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He pulled her closer until she was all the way in his lap. They jumped apart when someone knocked on her door. She stood up and went to answer it.

"Master— eh Qui-Gon - have you come to collect your padawan?"

"Yes. And you. The council has a mission for us."

Three was surprised that the council was sending two masters on assignment. It made her worry - not only was she leaving Coruscant for the first time in years but what mission was so dangerous that they needed two masters? One of which was a healer. "Yoda insisted." Qui-Gon simply told them. And on the day it was time to leave Mace walked Three to the aircraft carriers.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" She asked. Mace smiled a little and put his hand on the back of her neck to ease her apprehension.

"No, I have my own work to do." Mace said. "But you are more than ready to be on your own. Even if you're not truly on your own." He glanced at Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon as they waited by the transport.

"I wish I could talk to Sana." Three confessed. "She'd be so excited about the prophecy and how the council was trusting me with important missions… She'd ask me to bring her back a souvenir."

"Sana will be with you. As will I." Mace said. "Because the force is strong in you." He took his lightsaber off his belt and handed it to her. Three stared at it for a moment.

"Yeah I'm such a great master I forgot to make a new saber." Three said before she dragged her hand down her face. She shook her head and accepted the gift. "Thank you Master. But—

"I'm on my way to Illum now to make another." He assured her. Three latched it on to her belt and all of suddenly it felt like Mace was going with her. He had managed to hang on to the saber for nearly a decade and in that time it had absorbed a lot of his life force.

"May the force be with you, Master."

"And with you. Always."

Three smiled at him one last time before she walked to where Obi-Wan was waiting on her. She hesitated when the transport powered up. Obi-Wan was always telling her how much he hated flying and his trepidation had rubbed off on her. But he hopped on and reached out for her hand to help her on. She took it without a second thought and stepped aboard. The door slid shut and before she knew it the temple was rapidly becoming smaller.

The universe was vast. They went places and met people - so many Three would often feel like she would never see them after they departed. What were the odds in such an enormous macrocosm. They had their victories and defeats. One in particular had them stuck on Mandalore for months while they tried to settle a civil war between it's people. They were so close to getting away but they were waylaid by engine trouble and injuries. While Obi-Wan fixed their ship Three tended to Qui-Gon's wounds.

"I really wish you'd be more careful." She scolded him as she healed a wound on the back of his head. He had underestimated his enemy and ended up catching a barbed club with his scull. It took the both of them to carry his mass back to the ship - which had been raided while they were gone. "Any more force behind this blow and me and Obi-Wan would be building your funeral pyre."

"The pain is enough of a punishment for my hubris." He said.

"Obi still needs you. He would be devastated if you… became one with the force." Three said.

"Obi?" He quietly questioned the pet name she used. He'd have to be blind to not see how they were treating their time together. He was the third wheel on their little 'honeymoon'. They both looked up when someone came aboard. They both nodded at Satine - she had been helping them get parts and keep hidden from the forces attempted to take over her city. There had also been many attempts on her life so she was in their 'care'.

"Any luck repairing your vessel?"

"The padawan is working on it. Is he not outside?" Three asked.

"No."

"He must've gone for more materials." Qui-Gon said.

"He would've told us if he was leaving." Three noted as she finished healing Qui-Gon's wound. She then finger combed his hair back into place.

"Reach out to him." Qui-Gon instructed as he sat up. Three closed her eyes for a moment before she chuckled.

"He's off in the woods relieving himself." She said. "He found something he wants me to see. Eww…" Qui-Gon snorted. "He assured me it didn't come out of him - I'll be back." She sighed before she disembarked. She walked through the wooded area they were hiding the ship in for a while before she picked up Obi-Wan's proximity. She knew he was there but she still yelped when he grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a tree. He kissed her passionately and pressed himself against her. She chuckled when he dipped his head down to kiss her neck. "This is what you wanted to show me?" She asked.

"No - after I relieved myself I suddenly became incredibly stiff." He said as he took her hand. He guided it down to his confined erection. "Can you help me - I know you've got that 'healing touch'."

"Your girlfriend is back on the ship - go have her handle it." Three said as she nudged him away. She didn't mean for it to come out so pithy but he looked at her surprised for a moment.

"She's not— you said you weren't angry about that kiss anymore." He said.

"I'm not."

"You're lying." He pointed out. "Look I said I was sorry. It just happened. I honestly didn't think it would cause you such anguish."

"It doesn't." Three insisted.

"Then kiss me." Obi-Wan demanded. Three cupped his face and pulled him to her lips. It had been a while since they'd been able to indulge. It took her a while to get over her ordeal with Davin and Van. And then there was the time she needed to become comfortable with traveling so much. They were rarely alone long enough to be intimate - although Qui-Gon tried his best to give them space. Obi-Wan guided her hand back down and she pulled away again.

"You want to do it here?" She asked. The woods were quite secluded but there was literally nothing keeping anyone from walking up on them. Hopefully Satine kept Qui-Gon on the ship long enough for them to finish.

"Yeah." He breathed as he unsnapped her belt and snuck his hand down the front of her pants. He stroked over her clit a few times before he suddenly turned her around. She braced herself on the tree and looked over her shoulder as he worked his cock out of his pants.

"Mmph!" She bit her bottom lip as he slipped inside her. There was something oddly arousing about having sex out in the open. Nothing between them and the life force of nature. The crinkling of foliage under their feet - the rough texture of the tree trunk and his tight grip on her hips as he rutted into her. He let one hand slid up and tangle in her curls and pulled slightly. Three titled her head back and Obi-Wan nipped at her neck. She gasped quietly and reached between her legs to rub her clit. She was teetering right on the edge of orgasm and she could feel him getting close.

"Almost… oh just like that… yeah." He panted in her ear.

"Obi-Wan!" She gasped. He reached around and pressed her fingers hander into her clit. "Ah!" She squeaked and tensed as she came. He pulled out and slid between her thighs. She extended her fingers and rubbed the underside of his cock until he reached his peak. He buried his face in her shoulder blade and shuddered as he ejaculated all over the tree she was leaning against. Once he was good and done she nudged him into standing upright. They straightened out their clothes and smirked at each other.

"Oh I needed that." He leaned over and kissed her. "Thank you."

"The pleasure is mine." Three said and bit her bottom lip when he squeezed her ass.

"Damn, it's gotten bigger again."

"Your dick?"

"No." He chuckled. "This luscious thing you sit on. It's magnificent. Wish I could show it the worship it deserves. These quick little trysts are not enough time to love on it properly."

"Well fix the ship and get us out of here. We get back to the temple you can 'worship' properly."

"Now that's motivation."

Once they departed from Mandalore they were given a few other missions that didn't require Three to accompany them until trouble with Queen Amadala landed them on Tatooine. Three was surprised when they returned to the temple with a small child and a Gungan in tow. "Souvenirs?" Three asked Qui-Gon.

"Something like that." He answered. "Jar-jar Binks, Anakin Skywalker - this is Master Three of Fifteen." The Gungan had already been distracted by something and waved at her sheepishly from where he ended up with his long ear flap stuck in a 'self closing' door. Three chuckled as she knelt down to the child.

"Hello." He extended his hand and she shook it. Three was unable to hide her surprise at the strength of the force inside of him.

"Oh my…" She gasped as she stood up. "Qui-Gon, he—"

"Yes I know. We've got a meeting with the council now. Would you accompany us?"

"Of course." She accepted - not entirely sure why he needed her there. The child - Anakin - was extremely powerful even if he didn't know it. She finally tore her eyes away from him when Obi-Wan put his hand on her shoulder. She smiled at him and they exchanged a 'mental kiss' through their connection before they followed Qui-Gon.

Once in the council meeting they all stood back as the child's skill was tested. Even though he got every answer correct they still rejected him. They were all very tense around Anakin and it showed they were prejudice against him for some reason. When Qui-Gon said he would train the child on his own they pointed out he already had a padawan.

"I'll do it!" Three said - suddenly understanding why Qui-Gon wanted her there. He gave her a knowing smile. "I will be his master until Qui-Gon is available."

"Three—"

"I'm a master now and I have no padawan." She rationalized. "I know what it is like to be feared by this council. You make the mistake of trying to dampen and dismiss what you think will be 'too powerful'. But since you can not see it I will tell you - this child is the chosen one." Anakin looked up at her when she put her hand on his head. She smiled at him. "Do you accept?"

"Yes." He answered.

"I promise to nurture his gifts so that he may reach his full potential." She recited the usual mantra and offered him her hand - which he readily accepted.

"Now hold on—"

"I will not allow objections." Three interrupted. "This is part of the prophecy - part of my prophecy." She could tell which council members didn't really believe in that by how they rolled their eyes or let out a fronted scoffs. If she hadn't felt it herself she wouldn't have believed that this dirty little desert child was the one but there was no denying the connection she felt as soon as she touched his hand. "You're going to do great things, little one."

Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice the bond between Anakin and Three was not the normal Master-Padawan dynamic. They held hands nearly everywhere they went and he would only let go to tinker. She taught him how to read several languages and brought him something to fix or modify every night. Her dwelling was soon filled with his little pet projects - and they had only been in their two bedroom home for a week.

"You're treating him like a child." Obi-Wan pointed out as Three finished up wiping Anakin's nose. He voluntarily tilted his head back to show her his nasal passages where clear now and she pinched his cheek playfully.

"Obi he is a child."

"I watched him win a very dangerous pod race - in a racer he built himself. Don't baby him."

"Excuse me but who's the master here? You're are two ranks behind me." Three quipped.

"You not to high up to spank." He said as he glanced at her. He missed the look Anakin tossed him. He clearly didn't like Obi-Wan's tone towards his master. He wasn't a fool, it wasn't hard to sense the sexual connection between the two adults.

"You're in a mood - trouble with your trials?" She asked as she sat next to him.

"I feel… stuck. Like I've done all I can do and it's still not enough somehow. And this whole Trade Federation-Naboo thing has got me on edge. I can't concentrate. There's this… foreboding I can't shake. I can barely sleep—"

"You're having visions." Anakin said matter of fact. They both looked at him sharply. "You think they're dreams but they're not dreams. They're visions of the future. And you can't change it."

"Anakin how do you know that?" Three asked.

"I have them too." He shrugged and went back to putting together the days device.

When the battle on Naboo began Three was called into action with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon convinced her that her padawan would be safe in the hanger but she felt it immediately when the fighter he was hiding in took off and sent him careening into space. She ran to the hanger and accessed the computer in an attempt to get him back but found he was more than capable of taking care of himself in a fire fight. In fact they wouldn't have won the battle if not for him blowing up the ship that was providing the droids their shields and operations. Three was relieved when Anakin made it out unscathed and he allowed her to guide his ship back to the landing bay. He jumped off the ladder and into her arms.

"Anakin what— Oh God!" She gasped and stumbled backwards. He landed on his feet when she dropped him. He rushed to her side when she seemed to be losing her equilibrium.

"Master? What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's Obi-Wan… something terrible has happened." She stammered as she righted herself. His outcry of emotions overwhelmed her. Obi-Wan was enraged, frantic - he wanted someone to die and she had never felt that from him. She rubbed her temples before she gasped and took off down the hall. She came across the revolving force fields and had R2D2 disable them. She found Obi-Wan in the exhaust room - holding the limp body of his master. Anger and sadness pouring from him in intense waves as he wept. "Qui-Gon! Let me heal him—

"It's too late!" He barked at her before he hugged Qui-Gon closer. Three tried to stay strong for him. She knew he would be able to feel her grief and he was already devastated. Qui-Gon was one of the few people that had believed in her. To think she could've been helping in their saber fight rather than worrying over her padawan. She shook her head - she couldn't think like that. Qui-Gon was a Jedi Master, fully capable of fighting his own battles. The Sith warrior had gotten lucky. She could sense Obi-Wan's conflicting gratification that he had been able to strike down the evil man that took his master from him. "I'll keep my promise." Three thought it was a little odd that he was talking to a corpse. Qui-Gin was one with the force now - there was no need to lament over an empty shell. But Obi-Wan just continued to whisper things to him until he attempted to lift his body from the floor. He was sill crying and he wobbled under Qui-Gon's weight.

"Obi…" Three rushed to help him and he huffed.

"I've got him… I've got—"

"Let me help you." She insisted and clutched her crystal for a moment. Obi-Wan watched as she easily levitated Qui-Gon's body. She extended her hand and Qui-Gon's saber flew into her palm. She offered it to Obi-Wan and after a moment he took it and put it on his belt next to his own. Despite his bristling aura Three put her hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be okay." Obi-Wan wiped his face and nodded.

Three was trying really hard to comprehend what was happening. She had had such minor involvement in the Naboo battle but she still found herself in front of the council to answer for her actions. And when she answered all their questions and listened to all their remarks they informed her that they were taking away her padawan.

"Excuse me?" She asked. Her expression must've been more menacing than she thought as they all regarded her with wary glares. Anakin clung to her - his fear of losing her all too familiar with losing his mother. "With Qui-Gon dead he is unable to take over Anakin's teachings. As me and the child are already bonded it is for the best that he stay with me."

"It was Master Jinn's dying wish that Kenobi train the boy." Plo Koon said.

"It's true." Obi-Wan said as he stepped up. If looks could kill he would've dropped dead from how Three glared at him. He could hear all of her thoughts of betrayal - they were mentally screaming at him—

"What!?" And she was actually screaming at him. "How can you do this to me!?"

"It was my masters dying wish I have to honor it."

"Bullshit!"

"Three of Fifteen!" Mace said sternly. His voice seemed to be the only thing that could dispel her rage. She couldn't help but think if she were anyone else they'd let her keep Anakin.

"I am a master! Kenobi is but a Knight."

"He defeated a Sith. We believe his method of training will be more beneficial to the boy - if he is the chosen one. He will need to be strong in combat. You have a very sedentary position within the order."

"And the fact that I have mastered a technique thought to be impossible is just what? Unimportant?" She asked. "His prophecy and mine directly link."

"Three please." Obi-Wan started. "This isn't about our skill levels or ranks. You know how much Anakin meant to Qui-Gon. He wanted—

"He was delirious." She interrupted. "The wound to his lungs and diaphragm were depriving his brain of oxygen - he couldn't said anything in that moment."

"It was his dying wish - how can you contest it after all he meant to the both of us." Three just continued to glare at him. She could feel him reaching out through their bond - wanting so badly to take her hand so she could understand. He was still torn up about Qui-Gon's death. It was all he could do not to break down everyday he sure as hell wasn't going to ignore the last thing Qui-Gon requested of him. Even if it meant hurting her.

"Because so close you are maybe train the child the both of you can." Yoda suggested.

"Master Yoda I'm not in the mood to be jocular." Three said as she crossed her arms. Anakin tried not to whine at the lost of contact with her. He looked up, pleading her her to acknowledge him but she didn't. "You've done nothing but hammer the rules into my head since I've been able to comprehend them - having two masters is not only against those rules but a waste. Since you all feel that my abilities are so equivocal—"

"Three—"

"Enough of this. Kenobi the boy is yours to train. Master Three I suggest you meditate on your emotions to reign them in. There is no 'fair' or 'unfair'. Things happen and that's the world." Rancisis interjected.

"Apparently so." Three hissed before she left the chamber - leaving Anakin behind. As soon as she was out the door she felt him crying for her through their bond. It broke her heart but she kept walking.