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This is written in first person point of view of Meagan unless otherwise noted.

From Earth to Star Wars

Part Two: Post TPM by about four years. (Anakin is about thirteen.)

Meagan comes back to Star Wars and meets up with now Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker. Follows the movies, but is an AU. (Caution.) Ours does have a bit of a twist to it.

Chapter Fifteen

**Obi-Wan's point of view**

Anakin was standing in the middle of one of the training rooms in the Jedi Temple, blindfolded. "All right, what's this for?" He sounded agitated.

"It's a drill to teach you not only patience, but to see without your eyes, using your other senses, along with the Force."

He sighed as he stood there, stretching out with the Force. "Okay what now? I know where you are."

I walked silently as a shadow, pulling the Force around me. "Do you now? Then walk towards me."

I could see Anakin concentrating as I hid my signature in the depths of the Force. He would grasp me for a second, which was as far as I would allow him to reach me, before I would slip between the shadows again.

"I get the point." He sounded resigned, like he was just putting up with this.

"Not quite Padawan. This goes beyond sensing me." With the wave of my hand, the lights of the room went down. I continued to walk around the room as Anakin stood more ready, his right hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. "Stretch out your feelings, use the Force. A Jedi must be prepared for everything he comes across."

Anakin turned toward the sound of my voice, but quickly pivoted as the program began running. (It was designed to teach Jedi to reach beyond themselves by throwing things at them, and beings attacking them. They could also set the level of difficulty.) I knelt down in a corner of the room, my eyes never leaving my young apprentice. He was doing a pretty good job, cutting things down, but also taking hits. He was stretching out with the Force, sensing most of the danger accurately. After a while, as you passed a level, you would progress to the next one. Anakin was moving through the program at a good rate since the Force is incredibly strong in him and he's always been a quick learner.

"Stop program and raise lights." I commanded after Anakin took a hit on the side, knocking him hard to the ground. He just lay there for a moment or two, just breathing.

"You alright Padawan?" I knelt down to him.

"I'm bruised, but I'll live."

I helped him sit up. "You did well and you can take the blindfold of now."
"Thank you Master." He yanked off the blindfold and looked around the room. "I'm beginning to see why you had me do this."

"Good." With that I rose and started toward the door with Anakin following me.

"Does this mean I don't have to do this again?"

I had to hide a laugh, though his attitude bothered me. "Anakin, everything we do here in the Temple or in the mission field is a lesson, a guide to teach us, to help us grow as Jedi. And that includes you wearing a blindfold, defending yourself from unknown dangers."

"Yes Master." He nodded as we continued to walk down the corridor. "Is Meagan doing alright? She didn't seem to be doing well the other day."
At that I turned to face him. "I think she's just caught Nefline flu from someone."

Anakin made a face. "That's nasty stuff. Is she going to be okay?"

I nodded. "She'll pull through."

Anakin still looked concerned. "I'll make her some soup."

I smiled at hearing that, still pleased that my wife and Padawan were close. "She'd like that."

"Will she get better soon enough to see the tournament next week?" Both of us were looking forward to the Master/Padawan tournament coming up. Whenever we could, we practiced and strategize. What my young apprentice failed to recognize was that the whole tournament preparation was more than for the tournament, but for life as a Jedi as well. And I wasn't about to tell him either, he needed to discover that on his own.

"I am assuming so. I know she wants to watch it."

He stopped walking for a second or two before catching up to me. "Was that practice in the there to help me with the tournament? And visa versa."

"Maybe, maybe not."

"You never give me a straight answer."

"Do I?" I questioned him, not resisting the chance to tease him and glad he was starting to put some things together.

"Master." This time it was exaggerated, but he quickly changed the subject once again. "Let's go spar."

I raised my eyebrows. He was already recovering from the earlier exercise. "I tell you what young one. I need to go check on my wife and you need to go to class." He made a face as I continued. "But after that we can."

"Good." He smiled. "Tell Meagan hello and wish her well for me."

"I will." With that he nearly bounded down the hallway. With a shake of my head, I turned to go to the quarters that I shared with my wife.

Now, her being sick was beginning to worry me. The Nefline flu usually hit its victims pretty hard at first, ran its course, then left. However, hers was never really leaving, but coming and going. It left me thinking it was something else, but what else could it be? And why did I have the feeling this was also connected to the little one from my dreams and visions?

*******

I headed down the corridor and palmed open the door to our apartment. I slipped off my robe, hanging it on a rack by the door, then headed toward the bedroom. Meagan was sitting up in bed, a small computer in her lap. "I take it you are feeling better?"
She gave me a small smile. "A little. I thought I could get some things done here. I don't feel like I'm going completely nuts, but still resting."

I sighed as I sat down next to her. "I think we should take you to the Healers."

"Obi-Wan I don't think that's necessary." She interrupted me, setting the computer aside. "It's just some flu bug."

"Meagan it's more than this flu, though I don't know what." I paused for a second as I pulled her close against me. "This flu strain doesn't last this long."

"Sweetheart, this is a different galaxy, different germs. My body is just reacting differently to it that's all."

"Which is why we should take you in."

"What would they tell me to do that I'm not already doing besides resting and drinking lots of fluids?"

She had me there, though I wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"See?" Meagan tried not to laugh, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "I'll be alright."

"I'm going to tell you this much, you will go to the Healer's if you're not better soon."

She snuggled close and giggled. "We'll see."

"Humph." Was all I managed as she giggled again.

"Where's Anakin? In class?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, but he said to wish you well and he'll be bringing some soup by later."

She smiled up at me. "That's sweet. There's something in that soup that my stomach can take."

"Are you up to eating anything now?" I asked her, a little hungry myself.

Her face nearly turned green in contradiction to her dark red hair.

"I'll take that as a no." I quickly told her. "What about a cup of tea?"

She smiled at that as I slowly rose, settling her back in bed. "I'll be back soon. You rest."

Meagan struggled against me as I pulled the covers around her. I gazed down at her, a serious look on my face. "Just this once, can't a husband take a care of his wife?"

"Fine." She agreed despite the fact both of us knew of her strong, independent nature.

I kissed her gently. "I'll be back."

"Don't take too long my love." She reached up feeling my beard between her fingers.

"I won't." I nearly lost myself in the love in her green eyes. After another kiss, I wound my way down the hallway into the kitchen to make our tea.

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**Meagan's point of view**

I stood up from where I was sitting, just about ready to leave. Obi-Wan had left a long time ago to meet Anakin for the Master/Padawan tournament. Now, most Jedi teams had enrolled in the tournament. Of course, you didn't have to be involved or if you were also off planet that was okay too. Mostly this was for fun and to help build skills and relationships. In other words it was more experience building than a competitive thing.

The basic rules (though I didn't quite get it all of it since I'm not saber trained) are as follows. The teams (one Master and one Padawan) would duel against another team. They would duel for a certain amount of time and collect points. Now that's what got tricky. An unguarded hit was a certain amount, while different moves also counted, etc. Basically the teams who scored above a certain amount would spar against each other, while the lower ones would have their pool. Sort of like our winners and losers brackets in sports tournaments on Earth. This would go on for two or three rounds, and then if you didn't reach a certain point total in the following matches, you would be eliminated. Then, finally, you would be down to two teams and then for the championship, they would just go at it. (No time limit there.)

Now, they had a warm up session before the actually event and I just hoped I could make it through the entire thing. Now some mornings I still felt sick, while some I was just fine. Today had been rather good. Sighing, I glanced across the crowded gym room where everyone was gathered. I was trying to locate my husband and Anakin when Jema came up to me.

"You look a little better." She commented as we watched the beginnings of the event, announcements and such.

I nodded. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. Obi-Wan and Anakin have been practicing and discussing strategies for weeks now."

She smiled as we sat down with the other spectators, lots of initiates and other Knights. "I'll bet." During the rest of the opening part, we quietly talked about work and my flu bug, but we hushed quickly as the first spar started.

Now I thought seeing the saber class duels was neat, but this was incredible. Four of them going at once and the only way I can really describe it is like the duel at the end of Episode I. Except add another Jedi and take out the life or death aspect. Jema seemed to enjoy watching it as well as I did, or either that she was getting a kick out me watching it. Through most of the spars all you heard was the hum and hiss of the lightsabers along with the four Jedi on the floor communicating with each other. Obi-Wan and Anakin, through random drawing, were dueling in the gym next door in a little while.

What I did notice when Jema and I went to the gym next door to watch them was that a lot of others were doing the same. I couldn't help but smile to myself though I wasn't surprised. Obi-Wan and Anakin had won last year and my husband was quite well known around the Temple, for not only being Qui-Gon's Padawan, facing and defeating a Sith Lord, but for also taking a nine-year-old Padawan days after knighthood and for marrying a woman from another galaxy. And he wondered why everyone knew and admired him?

I shook my head as Jema and I settled into watch, more than ready to see this, as was everyone else. The four bowed respectively to each other, and then ignited their lightsabers. They all parried against one another, working together as a team with sometimes all four sabers clashing at once. It was like watching a complex dance and the art of fighting is definitely a learned skill. During the matches were Obi-Wan and Anakin were dueling, I could almost hear them through the Force. Of course I could pick up a lot through my bond with Obi-Wan. Sometimes I wasn't surprised where they moved next, it was like I was predicted their moves or something. Well, maybe I actually understand more of this than I thought I did.

The tournament was beginning to wind down, there was only about a round or so before the final. So far Obi-Wan and Anakin were still in it. They had to score five points (if Jema and I were calculating it right) above the other team and they would be in the final. Jema and I were among the huge group watching this one. The entire gym was hushed as the spar started. It was pretty evenly matched, as they all parried against each other, dancing back and forth, neither really taking a lead. Now, time was nearly out when, in unison, Obi-Wan and Anakin somersaulted over the other two. Caught completely off guard, the other two were easily disarmed and seconds later the buzzer went off.
The gym erupted into shouts of oohs and awes at the climatic action of the duel. It was clear that Obi-Wan and Anakin would be in the final duel, much to the delight of Jema and I. However, there was a break before the final, so the two of us walked around a bit.

"Do you want something to eat?" Jema asked me as we left the gym corridor with a bunch of others, also heading to the cafeteria. "I'm famished."

The thought of food nearly made me sick. "I'll just go for a cup of tea. That's sometimes all my stomach can handle."
Jema looked at me sympathetically as she got herself something to eat. "It sometimes takes a while to get over it."

"Wonderful." I managed, sipping my tea. "Just what I wanted to hear."

Jema laughed as she ate, but changed the subject. "Did you see where Obi-Wan and Anakin took off too."

I shook my head. "They left pretty quickly. I'm assuming he is meditating somewhere, trying to calm Anakin down, who is probably jumping up and down with energy."

Jema laughed as she continued to eat, then we quickly headed back to the gym where the final match was going to take place.

It was pretty crowded, but we managed to find a spot where we could see well. I was getting pretty exited myself, like most others in the room. By what I could pick up, it wasn't just the end of the tournament and the excitement of everyone being together, but seeing Obi-Wan and Anakin go up against Siri and Festus.

Just then the buzzer sounded and the two teams entered the floor. After the introduction thing, the spar started. If last month's duel between Siri and Obi-Wan was any indication, this was going to be good.

"Well, now, we meet again Kenobi." Siri taunted him as they got started.

Obi-Wan couldn't help, but smile. "So we do, except you had to bring help this time."

"No I just think you were afraid that I would beat you so that you had to bring Anakin along."

They all continued to bant back and forth as the sparing continued, loud enough were most of the gym could hear it. I was beginning to wonder if taunting and teasing each other was a requirement to being a good swordsmen.

Once again, it seemed extremely well matched as they completely covered the floor, lightsabers clashing against each other hissing and humming. Stroke for stroke we watched them. I held my breath as Obi-Wan managed to knock Siri to the ground in an unguarded moment, but at the same time, Festus had managed to disarm Anakin. Somehow in all of that, they all ended up on floor in a big heap, all disarmed. None of us could believe what we just saw. Both Siri and Obi-Wan were laughing and called a truce. However, the boys weren't too happy with it, but went along it since the judges actually considered it a tie.

It wasn't that much later that Anakin, Obi-Wan and I were back in our apartment as the two rehashed the day. They were eating something they picked up while I sipped on some tea, slowly working on Anakin's soup. (By this time, I learned to make it myself.)

"No, that was good a move you used. It took advantage of his position, but didn't leave you unguarded." Obi-Wan was telling Anakin about a certain part of a duel. "Never leave yourself open, that's what he did wrong."

Anakin nodded as the two continued to discuss all of the duels. I was nearly growing bored, but the two finally remembered I was in the room when Anakin spoke to me. "So you like the soup uh?"

I smiled. "Yes I do. It's helped a lot."

"Good. You should go to the Healer's since you haven't gotten completely better."

I sighed while Obi-Wan gave me an I told you so look. "I'll be fine. I haven't gotten sick in a couple days."

The two Jedi glanced at each other then back to me, not liking my stubbornness. However, they wisely dropped the subject.

*******

It was a couple days after the tournament when I thought I was finally over this flu when I awoke one morning feeling sick again. Needless to say, my husband wasn't very pleased.

"Meagan, when I get back, and if you're not over this flu bug or whatever this is, you're going to the Healers." Obi-Wan straight out told me, as he was packing for another mission the Council was sending him and Anakin on. They were just going to a planet to escort someone back in order to testify in a current case that was proceeding through the court systems.

"I'll be fine." I told him, trying to write it off, but in truth I was beginning to worry why I couldn't shake this flu that was coming and going for the last couple weeks. "You two be careful." I walked up to him, slipping my arms around him. "I'll miss you."

"I'm serious Meagan." He managed a smile through his concern. "I love you too much to let this go on."

"All right." I knew I had to give into him despite the fact I absolutely hated going to the Healers. "I'll go if I'm still sick when you two return."

"Good." He kissed me thoroughly. "I'll see you when we get back." With that he left the room.

*******

A few days later, in the afternoon, I made my way from my office to our apartment, extremely glad that my day was over. I missed my husband, but since my sickness my energy wasn't that great, so some time alone in the evenings was wonderful.

I easily fixed my dinner, realizing I was hungrier than I normally was, which was odd, considering lately I didn't like to eat because I couldn't keep most things down. Well, except for the wonderful soup Anakin brought me. However, thinking maybe I was finally getting better, I ate, cleaned it up and went to bed early, still feeling extremely tired. (Of course I thought I was getting better earlier too and we all know that hunch was wrong.)

It must have been close to dawn when I felt more than heard my husband enter our apartment. I drifted in and out of sleep and soon felt him slid into bed next to me and pulled me close against him.

Groggily, I pushed myself up and gazed into his eyes, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt. "How did it go? You all right?"

He gave me a gentle, but scolding Jedi look. "I should be asking you that. But yes, it went all right. Strictly routine." His eyes started to change color as he gazed more deeply into mine. "Meagan, I think you are going to the Healer first thing this morning."

"Obi-Wan, I'm fine." I immediately protested. "I'm just tired."

He grunted. "Just tired, usually means there is something else wrong and I don't like you being sick." He paused for a second, seeing my stubborn streak. "And you still haven't found anything yet, have you? This isn't the Nefline flu."

I looked down, knowing he was right. "No."

Obi-Wan sighed and started to stroke my hair. "That's precisely my point Meagan."

I couldn't help, but try to persuade him one more time. "How about a second opinion?"

His hand stopped stroking. "You mean me don't you?"

"And why ever not?" I asked him, pulling away slightly. "No one knows me better than you do."

Obi-Wan sighed. "All right, but if I can't do anything, you agree to go to the Healers first thing?" He paused again before continuing. "You do know I'm no expert in this area."

I nodded my head. "Yes, I know, but you have more experience than I do and heck, it's worth a shot."

Obi-Wan laughed slightly at my expression. "Do you want to do this now or later?"

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. We are both awake and I know you won't sleep until this is solved."

He gently caressed my cheek. "You know me entirely too well."

I couldn't help, but grin. "That's my job, husband."

He gently kissed my lips and then settled me back against the pillows. "Just relax while I do this and stay still. Clear your mind."

Closing my eyes, I stretched out with the Force and relaxed. I could feel him touch my mind and with his strength in the Force, I was able to stay still and kept my mind clear.

It wasn't until he reached my lower middle that I felt something stir within me. There was something different about it, but yet so familiar to me and I could tell it was familiar to Obi-Wan too. He probed a little deeper and once again I felt the life within me stir, a tiny baby growing inside me.

'Life within me? Our child?' With that thought my eyes flew wide open and my connection to the Force was broken, immediately realizing I was actually pregnant.

One look into the eyes of the baby's father, I knew he knew it too. He gently helped me sit up as we both began to process what we just discovered. Both of us were in utter shock.

I finally looked up into his eyes long moments later. "Well, at least we know what the problem is."

Obi-Wan gently laughed at my statement. "Except that this isn't a problem, but a life changing experience."

I finally reached down to rub my middle in wonder. "It never even crossed my mind to consider this."

Obi-Wan shook his head. "It didn't occur to me either until I felt that life stir and it gave me quite a shock."

"Well, at least we have about eight months to get used to the idea."

"Eight months?" He asked me. "How far along are you?"

I thought for a second or two, then lightly shrugged. "Only about six or seven weeks. It can't be that long because we were separated for a month or so…" I let my voice trail off as I remembered the night he returned and we made love nearly all night long, and also remembered the Force flowing through us that night so strongly.

Obi-Wan easily picked up where I was going, as he also remembered the incredible pull both of us felt. "You mean that night?"

I reached up to touch his cheek. "I don't know when else this could have happened."

He settled the two of us down into the covers. I easily curled up next to him as he asked me. "Meagan, just out of curiosity, you still are on the birth control aren't you?"

I glanced up at him briefly, knowing we rarely talked about having children, except a maybe later, after Anakin's Knighthood. "Yes, but before you ask it, I have no idea how I got pregnant, except that not every method of control is completely foul proof."

I felt him nod his head as I began to grow tired. "Go on back to sleep, we can talk about this later. You need your rest."

It wasn't too long after that, that I easily feel asleep in his arms, well knowing he was still going to insist that I was going to the Healers, but this time, I would go willingly, wanting to protect and take care of our baby.

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AN: Well, they finally discovered that Meagan doesn't have the flu, but is actually going to have a baby! Now, this is where the story does more turn into an AU (besides the appearance of Meagan alone and their marriage.) So, the next couple chapters will deal with them adjusting to her being pregnant and all that. (Image her waking up Obi-Wan in the middle of the night and sending him half way across the planet for a food craving!! LOL).

Of course we need to come up with some cool ideas about how much trouble this kid can get into. You know the father being mister serene, follow the rules, by the book Jedi Master having a young one that gets into constant trouble. (Not life or death, but just enough to alert the attention of the Jedi Council, and definitely cute.) So, if you have any ones, let us know. Thanks again for reading and reviewing our story. We've enjoyed doing it so far.