From Earth to Star Wars: Part Two

Disclaimer: All characters except for Meagan, Sasha and a few minor other characters, belong to George Lucas, and we are not receiving any profit off this work of fiction.

AN: Hey everyone! We hope and pray that everyone is having a great summer! We have been, though it's been pretty hot. Anyway, we know our readers are more than likely aren't happy with us not letting Meagan have another baby, but rest assured there is a method to our madness! So, please keep to your seats! LOL...anyway...we are both definitely ready to start AOTC and the Clone Wars, so there will be two more chapters before we get started on that. We know everyone has been looking forward to it. As a side note, being the fact our story is an AU, please read our notes as there might be things we explain as the story progresses. Thanks again to all our readers and reviewers. Enjoy!

Little Raven-Hawk: Anakin and Padme's relationship is something we've spent a fair amount of time discussing...as our story is an AU, you are right in thinking that their marriage isn't secret... it's probably going to be quite the news...maybe we shouldn't say too much more lol...stay tuned... much more of that to come! We are glad that you are enjoying our story! Thanks again.

Chapter Sixty Two

"Meagan's point of View

"Mommy, how did you and Daddy meet?" Sasha asked me, cuddling close in my lap one night.

I certainly wouldn't have minded telling her the story, but I'd already told her two stories. It was time for bed. "My dear, I would love to tell it to you, but it's time go to sleep."

"NO!" She jumped off my lap then began running from the room.

"Sasha." I closed my eyes, sighing before following after her. This was not my day. "Come back here young lady."

"NO." She taunted, jumping up and down on the couch, almost using the Force to go higher. "I'm not going to bed."

"Sasha Cyrilla Kenobi." I placed my hands on my hips. "Come here now."

"NO." She continued to jump, not showing any inclination to obey me.

"Young lady..." I marched over to her and grabbed her, holding tight as she started kicking me. "Sasha stop it."

When she began screaming I wished I had a free hand to cover my ears.

"NO!! Not going!!" She continued to kick and cry as I half dragged, half carried her back down the hallway.

"Sasha, stop crying." I yanked back the covers, sitting her forcefully on the bed. "Calm down. It's quiet time."

She stopped for a second and watched me. Then with a slight grin in nearly the blink of an eye, she shot of the bed, heading toward the door.

I reached out to grab her, but she was too quick and darted out the door.

"Sasha come back here." I chased her, growing angry.

I entered the living room, expecting to see her jumping on the couch or running in circles, but she was just gone. "Sasha." I called out again, thinking she crawled under something, hiding from me. "Get out here now."

I began looking around, eventually getting on my hands and knees, crawling under the dinner room table, looking under the chairs. "Sasha Cyrilla Kenobi."

When she didn't appear, nor any sound of her, a slight feeling of fear settled into my stomach. Where had she hidden? I quickly searched the kitchen, looking in all the cabinets, as the minutes grew by, the fear grew. "Sasha where are you?"

Thinking she could have re-hidden while I was looking for her, I dashed back into the bedrooms, finding nothing.

"Sasha, this isn't funny. You are in deep trouble."

Stretching out with the Force, I reached for her and couldn't even sense her, her bright light laughter, gone. My chest began to grow tight, as if fighting for every breath. Since the first time I had connected to her six weeks into my pregnancy, I couldn't feel my daughter. It was like she had vanished, as if she never had existed. "Sasha." I called out again, growing desperate.

Did she get out? Why couldn't I sense her? Had someone snuck in, taking my baby from me? "Where are you?"

I grabbed a hold of the top of the chair, feeling my knees grow weak.

"It's okay mommy." I immediately looked around at the sound of her voice. "I'm here."

I collapsed to the floor as she dashed into my arms. I grabbed and held her close, taking in her scent and the warmth and light she created around us.

After several long moments and several tears, I set her a bit away, looking into her teary eyes. "Sasha Kenobi, never do that again. Mommy couldn't find you. What if something had happened to you?"

She looked down, not meeting my gaze, obviously feeling guilty. "I'm sorry mommy. I didn't want to go to bed."

"I know." I pulled her close again, sitting her in my lap. "But mommy and daddy know what's best for you.. Little Jedi need their sleep and you need to do as we tell you to."

Her small arms circled around my neck, her warm tears falling on my neck. "I'm sorry mommy."

"Sasha I love you and want only the best for you." I rocked her gently, placing several kisses in her curly red hair. "It's going to be okay, just don't hide like that again. Promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay." I stood up, setting her onto her own two feet, then reached for her hand. "Let's try this again."

And luckily, this time, she came quietly along, not protesting when I helped her climb into bed and tucked her into the covers.

"Goodnight." I made sure Teddy was tucked in with her and kissed both of them goodnight.

"Goodnight mommy." She lay obediently in bed, only tugging the bear closer to her. "I love you."

"I love you too honey." I kissed her one more time before leaving the room.

After the door slid shut behind me, I leaned back against it and sighed deeply. "I need a drink."

Confident Sasha was finally asleep and would most definitely stay in bed, I headed into the kitchen. I pulled open a cabinet and grabbed a bottle. Obi-Wan and I didn't keep anything too strong around, but even a lightly mixed drink would calm my nerves. As I poured a glass, my eyes caught sight of a dark bottle. Curious I reached for it and pulled it out, reading the label.

My blood boiled. What the hell was Corellian Whiskey doing in my kitchen? With a very curious, active Force sensitive toddler in the house, I certainly didn't want a drink that two maybe three shots would knock my husband off his feet, around. If Sasha got a hold of this, it could kill her.

I was still fuming too much to hear my husband come home. I didn't even sense him until he tentively called my name, knowing I was way past fused. "Meagan?"

I swirled around and held up the bottle. "Care to explain this?"

"It's um...a ...bottle...of whiskey."

"I know that, but what's it doing my kitchen?"

"Well...when...um...someone... gives you a gift after negotiating a peace treaty, you don't not accept them." He quickly explained, still standing a ways back, as if afraid I would take a go at him. "It could start another war. I figured Garen and I could have a drink sometime."

I certainly understood following intergalactic protocols, but why was it still in my kitchen? "Why is it in my kitchen? Couldn't Garen have kept it? What if Sasha got a hold of it?"

"Meagan what happened?"

I gave him a look, hating the fact he knew that there was more to this than a whiskey bottle. "Get this out of my kitchen."

He sighed, eyeing my glass as I took a large swig before speaking again. "Is Sasha okay? Did something happen to Anakin? What happened?"

I just stared at him, not in the mood to deal with it.

This time he finally stepped in closer and took me by the hands. "Come on love, let's both get drinks and we will work through this."

Being worn too thin, I surprisingly didn't put up too much of a protest as he set me down on the couch and went back into the kitchen. He soon returned carrying two drinks in his hands.

Handing me one, he sat down next to me. "So are you going to tell me or do I have to start guessing?"

"Obi-Wan don't even start." I still wasn't willing to talk about it, like I still couldn't even wrap my own mind around it yet. "I'm still fused."

"I can see that, but being angry at me certainly won't help matters."

Ignoring his statement completely I took a sip of the drink and looked up at him. "You put some of that whiskey in here didn't you?"

"It's only in mine dear." He said taking a rather large drink.

I watched him for several long moments, enjoying my own drink and slowly started to feel much better, so much more relaxed. "How can you drink that?"

"I use the Force to neutralize the alcohol."

I stared at the amusement in his eyes and giggled, knowing there was a story. "I take it you didn't lean that in Advanced Force Techniques."

He chuckled, taking another sip. "No Qui-Gon did."

"So you've never gotten drunk?" I kicked my feet up on the coffee table, leaning closer to him.

"Force no." He watched me quite amusedly before asking. "And you? How does Anakin say it? Got plastered?"

I couldn't help but giggle. "Not passed out drunk, but I can't deny getting slightly tipsy at a few college parties."

"Sounds interesting." He set down his glass before pulling me against him. "Do I sense a story here?"

I certainly wasn't going to tell him that I made out with an ex-boyfriend half the night. "Just young, away from home, wanting to fit in, you know, basically being young and stupid."

"Aren't you forgetting something, maybe about exchanging bodily fluids with a very special boy."

"Are you implying that I was a naughty girl?"

"You suggested it. I wasn't implying anything."

"Yea right." I mumbled, well knowing he was making fun of me and knowing I had left something out. "I certainly won't be telling you any of my secrets especially if you make fun of me."

He leaned down and kissed me. "I would never dare to make fun of my rather beautiful wife."

I kissed him back, slowly and deeply. Once our lips parted, I snuggled close to him as we finally grew quiet.

"Now love." He finally spoke into the silence sometime later. "What exactly happened this evening? Something with Sasha no doubt."

Being slightly more relaxed, I had no trouble telling him. "You have no idea. Your daughter is nothing but trouble." Though as I started to tell him what went on, I found myself becoming more agitated and nearly stopped breathing again. Well...until Obi-Wan made me finish my drink. "I've never been so terrified in my life, nearly driving me into an early grave."

He tightened his arms around me, one hand soothing the curls that lay on my back. "It's over now."

"But what are we going to do?"

"I will work with her on it." He grew thoughtful for several minutes before speaking again. "I'm not sure if she even realizes what she is doing."

That didn't give me a lot of comfort, but the waves of calm he sent me along our bond, certainly did.

Obi-Wan's point of view

After making sure Meagan was soundly asleep, I peaked into Sasha's room and found her sleeping peacefully. Smiling, I stepped in closer, tucking her small feet back into the blankets and tucked Teddy back under her arm. Gently I reached down and tugged the blanket back up to her shoulders, hoping it would stay around her. Placing a kiss along her soft cheek, I couldn't help but feel my heart swell with love and protection, even in just watching her sleep, feeling the bright Force light that continually surrounded her. How terrified Meagan must have been when Sasha had hid from her. It was probably only the alcohol that finally managed to calm her and drinking it certainly helped ease my worry. Master Yoda hadn't found her the time before, and Meagan couldn't even feel her tonight. There was no doubt in my mind, she was extremely gifted.

Sighing, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, wondering if I was a good Father, teaching her to not only be a good person to love and care for others, but also the ways of the Force, the life of the Jedi. Brushing away some loose curls, I continued to watch her sleep, feeling so proud of her growing abilities, knowing she would be a greater Jedi than I was. If she ever came out of the terrible twos that is.

Sasha turned in her sleep again, her legs pushing away the blanket. Smiling, I knelt down, gently tucking her feet back in, remembering even as a tiny baby she slept restlessly. She had grown so much lately, quickly losing her baby features and turning into a very active little girl. I certainly didn't miss changing diapers, but suddenly I missed the baby that would snuggle into my arms, her entire length not even scanning the length of my arm.

I certainly understood Meagan's desire to have more children, to have a baby in our arms again, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea. Even if the Senate wasn't in turmoil or if there wasn't a Sith Lord wanting to turn Sasha into the next crime lord, I'd be a little skittish of the whole idea.

Not that I didn't regret having Sasha or enjoy every moment of it (except when she disobeyed like tonight), but balancing my duties as a Jedi, Master, husband and father, never got easy. And adding another one would make it all the harder, especially if I took on a younger apprentice a couple years after Anakin was knighted. So far having both Anakin and Sasha worked out, mostly being the fact he was already a teenager when she was born. However, when I took another Padawan, as I knew I would more than likely do, the children would be much closer in age, competing against each other, over who had more rights to my time, the child through the Force or love. And the thought of putting either of them through it, as well as Meagan, didn't sit too well.

Of course this didn't have to happen, they could get along just fine, but was it really worth the risk? I wasn't so sure it was. And what I told Meagan was real, even without the war, there would always be someone after me, someone that decided to use my family as a bargaining chip. It was dangerous to be a Jedi, at any time.

I sighed as I gazed down at my daughter, remembering the conversation Meagan and I recently had concerning having more children. I hated to tell her that it wasn't the best idea, I could feel her hurt and disappointment and it nearly tore my heart out, but looking down at my sleeping daughter, the thought that something could hurt her just because of who I was, tore even deeper. And putting another little one in danger, putting Meagan through the possible pain of losing a child? I just didn't find it in my heart too. Someday I hoped she'd understand, even if she was hoping and praying I'd someday change my mind.

I brushed a hand through Sasha's curls, careful not to wake her, but not being able to resist. I sighed, watching her chest rise and fall with each breathe, realizing I wouldn't change my mind. But as I watched her sleep, I couldn't help but marvel at the beautiful little girl we had created in love, how much she was like her mother, but yet she took my breath away at how much of myself I could see in her at the same moment in time. How grateful I was to have become a father to such a precious soul, especially for a man who never even thought of having children, even after marrying!

I kissed my daughter gently, thinking of the irony. I certainly had enjoyed being daddy to this sweet little girl and was more than proud of the young man my apprentice, who was more like my son that I sometimes wanted to admit, had become. Meagan and I had been blessed beyond words. And for now that was enough.

Finally realizing, it was getting late, I gave Sasha one last kiss and rose, forcing myself to leave her room. I crawled into bed and pulled Meagan close, loving the way she, without even waking, turned and fitted right into my arms. I took a deep sigh, feeling complete.

"Good morning Daddy." Sasha greeted me as I came into her room to help her get dressed.

"Good morning Little One." I watched her several moments, well knowing how much quieter she was due to the incident from the night before. It was time for us to have a little talk. So once she was dressed, I sat down on the floor and patted the floor besides me. "Come here Sasha."

She visibly bit the inside of her lip. "Did Mommy tell?"

I nodded, reaching out an arm. "Yes she did and we should talk."

Sasha seemed a bit hesitant, but soon sat down besides me, her little head bowed. "I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't want to go to bed."

"I know, but that's not want we need to discuss."

Sasha looked up to me and I saw that she understood what I was referring to.

"Sasha, the Force, it seems has given you a tremendous gift to hide yourself from even your mother and Master Yoda." I started out. "Now, in certain situations protecting yourself and others, is an advantage, but it's not the Jedi way to use their gifts to your own needs. Do you understand?"

Sasha nodded, tears doting her eyes. "I know Daddy, but I didn't know even Mommy couldn't find me."

Just as I thought. "It's okay. Let's go eat breakfast and we'll work on this."

"Yes Master."

I leaned down and kissed her gently. "Good girl." I rose from the floor then reached for her hand. "Come little one."

She quickly jumped up and followed me from the room.

Meagan's point of view

"Master, please, not another lecture on the economics of politics." Anakin nearly whinnied at dinner one night, half teasingly.

Obi-Wan raised any eyebrow, about say something, but I quickly interrupted.

"Maybe you two can continue this later." I nodded toward Sasha who was eating her dessert and paying a bit too much attention to their discussion on the events of late.

Obi-Wan wisely nodded, taking a bite of his cake while Anakin rolled his eyes.

"Of course you wouldn't want her to know too much." He drawled rather sarcastically. "She's almost three years old and already dislikes politicians. I wonder why."

Even though I knew I should have scolded him, but knowing Sasha, was in fact, already picking up her Father's views, I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Especially when Obi-Wan scowled slightly, causing Sasha to start giggling. But before another discussion could start, I pushed back my chair and stood up. "If you two gentleman could clean up the kitchen, I'll give Sasha a bath."

Without waiting for an answer I took Sasha's hand, helping her down from the chair. "Come on Sasha, you can play with your boats."

"Goodie." She didn't even offer a protest. "I can make them race."

So the two of us had quite the play time, with using the Force along the way, getting me nearly drenched. Once playtime was over, I quickly helped her wash then helped her from the tub, dried and dressed her for bed.

"Let's go tell Daddy and Uncle Anakin goodnight." I told her, extremely relieved she was going through the bedtime ritual without protest. Every since the hiding incident, her tantrums had somewhat calmed down, thank the Force. Anyway, Sasha took my hand and we walked back into the living room where Obi-Wan and Anakin were pouring over data pads and such, obviously studying something. Sasha immediately climbed into Obi-Wan's lap and snuggled close. Wisely, he didn't say a word, just rocking her gently, well knowing the b-e-d word could set her off. So while that was going on, I poked my head into the kitchen and found it very clean, much to my surprise. After doing some basic straightening and such, I sat down in a chair, just watching my family, feeling quite blessed. My probation was about four months through, leaving three more to complete the seven. Being completely grounded was sometimes so frustrating, but yet it gave me ample time with my family. And that was what was more important right now, especially with a possible war brewing.

"They want to breakaway." Anakin was saying, breaking me out of my thoughts, letting me wonder how long they were discussing things again. "It's no telling if the negotiations would fail or not."

"It all depends on what the Army vote is too." Obi-Wan pointed out, the two of them obviously about to get into it.

I frowned as Sasha stirred slightly, obviously feeling the sudden charge in the air. Clearing my throat gently, I waited until I had their attention before speaking. "I'm just as concerned about the state of things as you are, but I would prefer you two not discuss things when Sasha's around."

"She's asleep." Anakin pointed out, but Obi-Wan was wise enough not to say a word.

"Anakin." I gave him a pointed look.

"Yes ma'am." He looked so boyishly guilty that I relented from scolding him further.

"It's alright." I told him as I got up to get Sasha.

"I'll put her down." Obi-Wan spoke guilty as he gently stood up, careful not to wake her. "We shouldn't wake her."

Leaving Anakin studying, I followed my husband down the hall to Sasha's room. I pulled back the covers on her bed, picking up a few toys before Obi-Wan gently laid her down. Together we tucked her in, kissing her goodnight. Sasha barely even noticed as she cuddled Teddy close and kept sleeping.

I watched her for several long moments barely stepping away, the ache of wanting another baby still right beneath the surface. She was turning into such a cute little girl, the baby in her just about gone. But knowing which directions my thoughts were turning, I felt Obi-Wan slip his arms around my waist, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"We made a beautiful little girl together." He murmured, barely audible enough for me to hear it. "And having a teenage boy hasn't been too nightmarish either."

I struggled to hold back the chuckle. "He's nearly a man now. You've raised him well."

I felt him shake his head. "We did love. You're just as much an influence on him than I have been, maybe even more so."

I didn't quite agree with him as he was Anakin's Master, but didn't argue with him. "He's so good with Sasha too. They can be both handfuls, but I couldn't have asked for better kids."

Obi-Wan gently kissed the top of my head. "We are blessed."

As we stood there for another moment or so, I realized once again that we had two great kids and were a strong close family. I was slowly coming along, realizing that there wasn't going to be an addition, not anytime soon at least. But I was finally okay with it, despite some internal feelings. Obi-Wan had been right. Dark times were brewing ahead of us, and having a baby now, right in the thick of things, wasn't the best idea. Maybe someday it could become a reality.

"Come on." He tugged me from the room. "Let's let her sleep."

Kissing her small soft cheek one last time, Obi-Wan and I left her room.

Third person's point of view

Senate Hall

Chancellor Palpatine stood up, straightening his clothes as the Jedi younglings filled into his office. This past week or so had been Senate Days at the local schools, despite current events, including the Jedi Temple. Though he knew most of the Senators liked it in order to influence young minds, he couldn't care for it one way or the other. He always went along with it though in order to help keep up public appearances. However, this year, he found he was caring a great deal about it, wanting to see one Jedi in particular.

As he talked with the kids, doing his normal welcoming speech, answering their questions and so forth, he glanced over them, still looking for his next apprentice. And finally, toward the end of the day, he caught sight of her curly red hair. Obviously her parents' child, she looked around his office in interest and scrutiny. He had a hard time not frowning. He thought, being still so young, she wouldn't have been brainwashed too much, but at the very least, she had already adobted her Father's dislike of politics.

He needed to get her away from the Jedi as quickly as possible. But unless he wanted to kidnap her himself, which wasn't the wisest course of action at this time, he'd have to be patient. A way to turn her would present itself in due course.

So smiling for the kids as he finished his presentation, watching her as he could. But when they were leaving, she turned to look over her shoulder, nearly right at him. He gave a smile and wave, directed also at the others who were saying goodbye. But Sasha's eyes narrowed slightly and he could feel how much the Force was with her and nearly visible recoiled at the pure light surrounding her.

But one day that would change. That her light would one day would become dark.