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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 10/23/05 9:11am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	He wanted to be wrong. Obi-Wan crossed his arms, but then they dropped to his sides. “Sabé.” Oh no... he figured it out. Sabé's not going to be happy that the cat's out of the bag. Something else the Padawan brat is responsible for. Great to see your update, Amidolee! I was so sorry to hear about your grandmother. My most heartfelt sympathies. Excellent job! Can't wait to see Sabé's reaction to Obi-Wan's revelation! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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bobilll Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 10/23/05 10:38am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23 - Date Edited: 10/23/05 1:47pm (1 edits total) Edited By: bobilll
	Poor Amidolee... my condolenses to your granny... I feel for your DRL... My granny died suddenly too... it's awfully shocking. Your post is such an evil cliffie!! Again! Man, you make me feel so sad with all those juxtaposing flashbacks! “I do not find any of this funny,” Amidala muttered darkly. “Jar Jar Binks is a general.” “That is not funny!” Looks like we're not the only one who thought George was going loony there. I see the theme of Duty reapproaching... I take it some Sabe/Ami angst is approaching soon. hmmm... edit: btw, why didn't Kenobi ever look at the tatoo on Sabe's thigh? Didn't he have to undress her when tending her wounds? -----signature----- You'll have to buy him a sweater.
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 10/23/05 3:46pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	It took him long enough! My condolences to you and your family. Even if expected, it isn't easy. -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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Miana Kenobi Title: Pacific RSA & NSWFF Mod On Limited Time Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 10/23/05 11:59pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	I'm sorry to hear about your grandma, babe. Yay! He figured out who she was! Still think kissing her would have shocked her enough to say something. Great job, babe! -----signature----- President of San Diego FanForce He tini nga whetu e ngaro I te kapua iti. Dyslexics of the world, UNTIE!
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Senator_Lorena Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 10/27/05 4:21pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	I'm sorry about the loss of your grandmother. I know it's hard for you right now being so far away. Prayers are lifted for you. Loved the latest update. It's about time Obi figured it out. Now, what will Sabe do? Looking forward to the next update! ~SL~ -----signature----- "Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. ~ Less Brown "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." ~ John 3:17 NIV
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 10/28/05 2:03pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	Hi, guys, thanks for your sympathies! Wish I had a post for you, but I'm afraid it'll be a bit. The next one is rather long, and I have much of it written, but I'm not satisfied with it, will probably completely rewrite what I have, and I'm going to Dublin early tomorrow morning, then later in the week to London, and then succumbing to a big, boring essay at the end of the week . . . So, it'll be another bit of a wait. Sorry! -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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bobilll Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 10/29/05 7:45pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	The nice part of me says: Take your time! The fanficcy part of me is pulling out a sleeping bag to camp out. -----signature----- You'll have to buy him a sweater.
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laurethiel1138 Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/31/05 8:45am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	Wow! I just finished reading this story up to this point. I absolutely love it! Please PM me when you update? MTFBWY, Lauré -----signature----- "You don't fall in love, you rise up to it." - Padawan Lunetta's 'Shadows' Lioness of Kele-en's Serenity-2 crew Elf of TKeira_Lea's Wraith Squadron Links to my SW and non-SW fics in bio
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Pandora26 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 11/3/05 2:23pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23 - Date Edited: 11/3/05 2:25pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Pandora26
	And the post ends on a terribly dramatic note. He knows! Now-- what will happen? I thinks it says something that I'm not sure, and usually, I have stories all figured out before they happen. I do think that he's still not going to know very much about Sabé, and her mission. It won't be that easy. And Jar Jar a general... Every time I watch that bit I think, What was Boss Nass thinking? Well, later he becomes a senate representative, so it was just the beginning. Really, I think Amidala picked him because she knew he would do what she told him. The problem is, his pliability worked just as well for Palpatine. But that's off the subject. I'm interested in what is going to happen now, but take your time with it. I can wait. Oh, and condolences about your grandmother. It was the same way when my grandfather died--he had had health problems for years, so it wasn't unexpected. It's odd. Everyone dies---and yet, when it happens, we're never ready. -----signature----- we'll take our hearts outside leave our lives behind I'll watch the stars go out --dubstar "stars"
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 11/7/05 11:24am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	Okay, okay, I know I shouldn't even post here if I'm not actually posting, but . . . my research paper is more or less done (just needs editing and handing in), and I'm hoping to get back in writing gear tonight or tomorrow, so I'm expecting to post this week. S -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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bobilll Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/7/05 9:08pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Oct. 23
	Pumps fist in air. Sweet! Thanks for the update! (That cliffie bothers me in my sleep!) -----signature----- You'll have to buy him a sweater.
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Amidolee Registered: Jan '00	Date Posted: 11/9/05 9:54am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Nov. 10
	Originally I intended to post this flashback from Obi's PoV and the following one from Sabe's PoV together, but since it's been such a long wait since the last post, I'll just put Obi's pov up to hold you over for the next one. Chapter Eleven As far as ballroom parties went, this was one of the finest. It was not an extravagant social occasion for the privileged high class of the core worlds strutting and pluming for one another. This was a genuine celebration for the newly liberated, a rejoicing for life after mourning those lost in the battle and siege. All over Naboo these balls were lighting somber spirits, lifting heavy feet, spilling laughter into the streets. It was needed, it was splendid. He just didn’t want to be here. Obi-Wan pretended to look intrigued by the refreshment table he was trying to inconspicuously hide behind. It was shadowy here under the arching, tree-like plants framing the gilded punch bowl and surprisingly varied snacks. His only company at present was a confectionary droid, who, since Obi-Wan had not even touched a proffered food item, had little interest in him. This was fine. This was good. He could answer simple questions like, “Would you care for a snopit cracker, sir?” Or, even better, no questions at all. Obi-Wan Kenobi was tired of questions. The newly Knighted Jedi’s gaze swept the cavernous ballroom, in a single movement deciphering the myriad grandeur of celebration gowns, the orchestra, the clustering of Gungans, the royal and public guests. At once he saw the slight, dusty-hair form of Anakin Skywalker, experiencing a strange pang of terror, guilt, and anxiety—and incredible disbelief. Padawan? But there was the braid, his and Qui-Gon’s bond woven into Anakin, now a part of something eternal and perpetuating—he should think of that, not of loss—but the dark, ripping void felt more real, just like the icy, burning tightness in his chest. Obi-Wan looked on from Anakin, whom he’d gladly granted the freedom to interact with the Naboo and Gungan youngsters. The Jedi Council, hovering, observing, passively standing among the marble pillars and relieved laughter and buzzing chatter. Surely Obi-Wan should be with them, minding their words, listening closely to their wisdom, further indulging their questions, their curiosity— He could not. Duty enough, he had done. He’d been interrogated, judged, deemed—enough. For tonight. He could not escape them tomorrow. [i[I just want tonight.[/i] A pale, silky whisper slipping through the milling mass of gowns and cloaks, a subtle, continuing movement of Obi-Wan’s sweeping gaze. Sabé, the handmaiden, unshrouded as she gracefully wove in and out of small, undulating spaces, effortlessly avoiding brushing or stirring anyone she passed, yet so unaware of following eyes. Queen Amidala, resplendent in another white gown, circulated graciously through the noble and common flooding the elegant, soaring chamber. Two handmaidens, cloaked in remarkably subtle but joyous gold, silently shadowed her, twin specters in this sea of gaiety. The Governor, Sio Bibble, clung to the young Queen’s side, his twitching gaze darting continuously to Captain Panaka’s flanking patrol. Now she moved toward the Council and bowed her head regally, respectfully, and Obi-Wan’s eye slid away from them. Oh, to have a quiet, dark chamber devoid of the Council, of dutiful, unbidden responsibility, of even his thoughts— A flush-cheeked couple swept out of the waltzing circle, descending upon the refreshment table. Obi-Wan faded back, disappearing to them. She neared him, like ribbon. He thought about fading further back, but remained where he was, waiting. “Guarding the punch bowl?” “It’s a remarkable bowl, as far as punch bowls go.” “Yes,” Sabé nodded, “we are very serious about our punch.” Obi-Wan tried to smile, for her, but he noted distantly he forgot how. Instead he studied her from the corner of his eye, thinking he should probably say something friendly, or, still better and needed, thank her for her silence at the reactor core, for her and the other handmaidens’ henning of Anakin, for her never actually saying he should accept and move on, that everything would be okay, or for appearing unflustered, unhurt, by unsociable mourning. But Obi-Wan said nothing. How could he form the right words? How could anyone? Sabé, however, seemed unperturbed by his quiet. Indeed, a hint of amusement played along her eyes, twitched a corner of her mouth up a cheek as she watched the dancers. It still struck Obi-Wan to see the handmaiden without the Queen’s mask or without a cowl shadowing her face. He remembered her at the opening dinner only an hour ago, quiet but attentive, introduced as merely a friend of the Queen’s. No honor given at the celebration parade, no recognition at the dinner. Yet he could detect no sulkiness, no discontent or injustice. He sensed her as calm and controlled as ever, if maybe a little bright-eyed from the dinner wine. “Why are you not attending the Queen this evening?” he asked quietly. “She won’t let me.” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and she turned back to him, lively with irritation. “She and Panaka gave me the night off. Ordered it, more like. Eirtaé as well. This is her element. She’s circulating, gathering the real political air. Everyone thinks she’s been studying privately and that’s why she’s been off the social circle for awhile.” “And you?” “I’m just a silly friend of the Queen’s.” She shrugged and then looked decidedly put-out. “I know they mean well—Panaka and Her Highness—but I would rather be at her side. Guarding. Keeping an eye on things.” “Perhaps you should relax and enjoy the evening,” he said mildly. You’re a hypocrite, Kenobi. “Like you?” She grinned. “I am enjoying it.” “Yes. That’s why you look ready to behead the first person to wander over for punch.” “I do not,” he said, though he sensed it was probably true. “You do.” Obi-Wan gave her a stern look, but it seemed to have little effect. Her teasing smile softened and she turned away just as he detected sympathy darkening her soft brown eyes. She turned back to the revelry beyond the decorative plants and large gilded bowl, seemingly enjoying the scene. Long, dark brown hair flowed in shining waves down her back, glimpses of woven pale blue and white ribbon and tiny, intricate braiding betraying the work of handmaidens. The Jedi, though not a wardrobe expert, thought it curious Sabé, who had access to the royal wardrobe, chose to wear a simple but elegantly cut gown of palest, subtle blue. Although she looked lovely, she was far from bejeweled and begowned in the extravagance waltzing before her. He let his gaze sweep over the ballroom again. “How long do these celebration balls last?” Obi-Wan asked after a moment, keeping his tone neutral. Sabé gave him a sidelong look. “Well, I could check our history texts, as the last liberty ball was long before my time . . .” Very amusing, Obi-Wan thought churlishly, but she flashed him a smile. “The festivities will go on all week, I’m sure,” she said, “but the Queen’s ball will last a little past midnight.” “Oh.” Obi-Wan phrased his next question carefully. “Does everyone stay entirely?” He wasn’t fooling her a bit. “You mean, as an honored guest how long before you can leave without seeming rude?” “Your words, not mine.” But Obi-Wan knew he looked guilty. “Uh-huh.” Sabé pressed her lips together. “Tell you what. I promise to signal you when it’s safe to escape.” Obi-Wan hoped he didn’t look too pathetic with gratitude. His eye caught the Jedi Council again, and the dinner he only ate out of politeness rolled uncomfortably in his stomach. Ever since they’d arrived on Naboo, they’d been scrutinizing him, questioning him, talking to him. Most of it was necessary. He understood that. But he wished they wouldn’t. The worst was the ‘helpful’ advisory talks, when one Master or another would take him aside and proceed to give preliminary comfort or pointers on training a Padawan. He knew they probably meant well, but it made him want to scream. So much of the time, he felt insufficient as a Padawan, still felt the sting of Yoda’s reprimand that he was not ready to be a Knight. Did they only grant him Knighthood because he defeated the Sith? Did the Council only grant him permission to train Anakin because they believed they were both doomed to fail? These fears crept in just as his grief for Qui-Gon had become bearable. Obi-Wan needed to address them, meditate before he and Anakin began their path together. He owed Qui-Gon as much. Anakin deserved no less. Force, he wanted to be sick. And alone. In quiet darkness, away from beautiful, lively music and moving laughter. Tomorrow Anakin would be fully in his life, fully his responsibility. Most Knights spent years alone before taking on a Padawan. Obi-Wan had been looking forward to this opportunity to test himself, but that was never to be. He just wanted to be alone. Just for one night. “You have that beheading look again,” Sabé said quietly. “I’m sorry.” “You have no reason to be.” Obi-Wan looked at her, appreciating how she kept heavy sympathy out of her voice. He still felt too raw to thank her. “You really should be enjoying your evening,” he said quietly. Sabé’s eyes widened with surprise. “I am.” “I mean, you should be dancing with a young gentleman—what?” Obi-Wan stopped, frowning as she winced visibly. She blushed slightly and ducked her eyes, looking more like a girl of fifteen than a highly trained bodyguard. “Oh no, not me.” “Why not?” he pressed. “I can’t imagine a queen’s handmaiden not knowing how to dance properly.” “It’s not that.” She looked rather pained as she bit her lower lip and wrung her fingers. “I’m . . . I’m rather shy, as it is.” Obi-Wan almost cracked a grin. “No. I don’t believe it.” “Stop it. I know that look. You’re having a laugh!” “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sabé sniffed indignantly. “You are, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Your Jedi stoicism has its limits, and you’ve reached it.” “My Jedi—” “Stoicism. You heard me.” Sabé crossed her arms and jutted her chin out toward the ocean of shimmering, colored waves. Obi-Wan watched her, amused. He did not mind her presence. Maybe he even welcomed it. The heaviness surrounding him seemed a little lighter, if only for a moment. She could distract him for awhile. He wanted the night to be over, yet he wanted it to stretch on forever. Tomorrow . . . he did not want to think about tomorrow . . . Or yesterday, or the day before that, and that, and— “Even if I wasn’t shy,” she said finally, “no one in his right mind would ask me.” “Why not? You’re lovely.” It slipped out. It was the truth, but Obi-Wan wondered if it were inappropriate, even if he only meant it as a compliment and nothing more. Sabé gave him a sweet, blushing smile. “Thank you. The girls said as much, but . . . you know,” she shrugged. “I’d rather be in normal robes. I feel nice but silly in this.” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and started to say something, but she raised her chin and said pointedly, “What about you, Jedi Kenobi? Do Jedi dance?” “I don’t.” “Then I rest my case,” she said with satisfaction. Obi-Wan shook his head, slipping his arms inside his wide sleeves. He noticed a small group of young Naboo men on reconnaissance nearing them, their youthful faces eager and nervous as they struggled to find courage buried deep in a bundle of anxious hormones. In the back of his mind, the Jedi wondered if, really, they were really so young. Honestly, they could not be much younger than him, Obi-Wan realized. Yet they seemed so fresh-faced, so twitchy— Ah. The Jedi almost smirked. Perhaps Sabé was right. Maybe he looked ready to behead someone. Obi-Wan bent his head to Sabé and said in a low voice, “You seem to have some admirers.” “Oh, don’t be silly—” Sabé followed his gaze, then whipped her head around to him. “Damn!” “What? Unwanted?” Sabé nodded, and before Obi-Wan could offer his help, she grabbed his arm and hauled him away, her voice ringing chattily in his ear, “Let me introduce you to some very important people—” She doggedly swept him through the crowd and nodded toward a group of opulently dressed gentlemen and ladies standing below an impressive sculpture of a Naboo man astride a prancing equine. “That’s Froen A’Lannuh,” she said, something wicked hidden in her words. “He raises racing equines. If he believes you to be breathing, and therefore, interested, he’ll tell you about all the intricacies of breeding lightning and endurance.” “I see . . .” “Oh! That’s Sir Donta, he lost to Her Highness . . .” and on she went. Obi-Wan retreated into a sort of mild meditation, listening to the rise and fall of Sabé’s voice as she painted and colored the faceless swarm of Naboo. He absorbed the form of her words and let the meaning fall away, following her tones when she was wickedly amused, entertainingly disgusted, or utterly bored by whomever she spoke of. The Jedi cared nothing for these strangers, had no interest in their intrigues, but Obi-Wan was quite content to fill this dreadful evening meditating on voice inflection and avoiding everyone else in the room. “Oh, goodness, there’s Lady Brusskah,” Sabé said, nudging Obi-Wan. “Avoid her at all costs. If she sinks her claws into you, there’s no escape.” Obi-Wan followed her nod to a tall, spectacularly bejeweled woman of pale hair and proud stature. Even from here he could almost hear her insipid words. She was also not on her younger side. “I’m afraid Lady Brusskah will be very disappointed,” he said mildly. “Jedi do not form emotional attachments.” “Oh, that’s good,” said Sabé wickedly, “as I believe she has something more physical in mind.” Obi-Wan shot her a startled look, but she feigned innocence. He cleared his throat. “Physical attachments are also out of the question,” he said, thinking, I cannot believe I’m having this conversation with a fifteen-year-old girl. It also disturbed him that Sabé looked particularly pleased to hear this as the right corner of her mouth twitched. Then she came to a halt, her eyes darting around, and she dropped his arm, letting out a breath of relief. “I’m sorry about that, Obi-Wan.” “I take it this was an unwanted partner?” said Obi-Wan, trying not to smirk. The handmaiden wrinkled her nose and gave a little shudder. “Very.” Obi-Wan gave his head a little bow. “I’m happy to assist in staving off any unwanted attention.” Mischief sparkled in her soft brown eyes. “I assure you, I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.” With a quick darting look, she gestured toward the deep gold-washed curtains hanging along the floor to ceiling windows. Voluminous marble columns provided a little nook for privacy. Obi-Wan followed her, wondering what exactly she was up to. “Panaka thinks I’m having a night off,” Sabé said gleefully. “Stand right there—yes.” Obi-Wan stood with his back to the ballroom, blocking Sabé from view with the column on his right. She lifted the waist seam of her gown, revealing a thin layer with a sheath for a tiny vibroblade. “I’m packing,” she grinned. Then—and Obi-Wan started to look away—she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a small, almost flat blaster strapped around the silken stocking of her left calf. Her right calf carried a sickle-shaped throwing blade. “I pity the fool who has a bit too much to drink with you,” he said wryly. Sabé let her skirts fall and gave him a sideways grin. When they stepped out of the seclusion, Obi-Wan immediately spotted the approach of Master Depa Billaba and Master Yoda. He groaned inwardly. He glanced at Sabé, only slightly surprised to see a look of mixed curiosity and apprehension disappearing behind a calm, polite mask. Obi-Wan understood, somewhat. They’d briefly discussed her Force-sensitivity when he’d heavily hinted about it, wanting very much to divert Sabé’s attention away from himself. Perhaps she anticipated some sort of reprimand from the Jedi Council, not that anything could or would be done (though Obi-Wan was sure they could sense her as he could). Then again, he thought painfully, Qui-Gon did—had—not. “Masters,” Obi-Wan said, bowing to Yoda and Billaba. He expected Yoda to level him the same disapproving look he’d worn since granting Obi-Wan permission to train Anakin, but curiosity lightened the diminutive Jedi Master’s green eyes as they shifted to Sabé. Billaba, of course, at once looked intrigued and compassionate, making Obi-Wan want to twitch. But, of course, the second rule of the Temple was never to twitch before a Council member. “Master Yoda, Master Billaba,” he said instead, correct and polite as he should be, “may I introduce Sabé Mabriee? She is the Queen’s decoy handmaiden.” The last he said quietly, unreachable to none Jedi ears. Yoda’s ears pricked and Depa Billaba smiled at Sabé, who’d bowed her head to them. Obi-Wan watched Sabé carefully, wondering how she would react to Master Yoda especially. If she were amused, she did not show it. Obi-Wan had the uncomfortable feeling Yoda was watching him, and Billaba opened her mouth to speak when Obi-Wan sensed someone skulking hesitantly outside the small group. All four of them turned at once to see a smiling but slightly nervous young man. Although Obi-Wan felt instantly on guard, he had to commend the curly haired boy for even trying to approach three Jedi, when no doubt he was asking Sabé for a dance. “Pardon me,” the boy said. Beside Obi-Wan, Sabé had stopped breathing, and he’d sensed something akin to a rapid, fleeting rush of surprise before her presence snapped tight again. “I was just wondering,” said this boy, “if I may intrude and ask Sabé for a dance?” Obi-Wan looked at Sabé, instantly wondering if the Masters would disapprove of diverting this boy’s attention, but Sabé was smiling. “If none of you mind?” she said to the Jedi. Billaba smiled and Sabé bowed her head. She turned back to the boy. “I’d be glad to, Alek,” she said, and then looked back at the Jedi with another smile. “It was lovely to meet you both.” “Thank you,” said the boy—Alek, taking Sabé’s hand in his own. Obi-Wan thought he darted a wary look at him. Sabé touched Obi-Wan’s arm and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t worry, Obi-Wan, I haven’t forgot you.” Then the boy—Alek—swept her off with an arm around her slim waist to the dance floor. Obi-Wan watched, feeling somehow completely cheated. Cornered by Yoda and Billaba, left to his own devices now. Sabé, he could see, was smiling and laughing with this Alek she apparently knew, stepping gracefully into the dancing movement. Yet she looked back at Obi-Wan a couple of times before the dance carried her farther across the room. Queen Amidala was also on the dance floor again, though this time with Anakin instead of Sio Bibble. The young Queen took Anakin’s awkwardness in stride, as if all that mattered was the look of pure bliss on the young boy’s face. Again, Obi-Wan found himself pondering these young Naboo women. “Smittened,” said Depa Billaba. Obi-Wan gave her a startled look. “What?” The Jedi Master smiled. “She’s smitten by you.” It seemed a little redundant to say ‘what?’ again, nor could he tell a Master she was delusional. “Oh?” “On your mind, something is,” said Yoda from below. Of course there is—there always was. Especially now. But Obi-Wan could almost smile with how he could answer now. Not everything was painful tonight. “Yes, I was just thinking about the Queen and her handmaidens,” he said, “how it’s strange I am amazed they are so young to be carrying such responsibility and duty bravely and admirably.” “Why is this strange?” said Billaba, a little smile on her serene face. “Why should I be amazed? We become Padawans by thirteen. Younger than Queen Amidala and her handmaidens.” He looked out at ballroom, thinking how, especially now, age seemed such an insufficient way to measure one’s readiness, wisdom, or maturity. Maybe he should not fear his youth and inexperience when taking Anakin on as a Padawan. It did not spell his doom. At least, he hoped not. He could feel Yoda and Billaba watching him, prickling the back of his neck. Not for a minute did he doubt they knew where his words had taken his thoughts. Sometimes Obi-Wan did not believe the claim Jedi Masters could not completely read minds. “They are not unlike Jedi in their understanding,” he said quietly as Sabé waltzed into view again. Yoda said nothing, and Obi-Wan missed the Jedi Master staring intently after her, lost deep in thought. -----signature----- Mar. 1 - One Prick to Bleed: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/20423905/p1 "You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness." Dean to Sam in Roadkill.
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/9/05 11:05am Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Nov. 10
	blinks at the end, then slips off of chair An evil extension of the last post's cliffie! But still entertaining all the same! Excellent post, Amidolee! Depa thinks that Sabé is smitten with Obi-Wan, does she? Well, who am I to argue with one so much wiser than me? I really liked how Obi-Wan and Sabé stuck together to ward off unwanted attentions of others. And Sabé's descriptions of the various people in the room was most amusing! Who is this Alek, I wonder? One of the few men Sabé will actually let near her, for one. I wonder what that's all about. Obi-Wan's jealous, even if he won't admit it to himself. So, there's another flashback, one from Sabé's PoV, and then we move onto what happens after Obi-Wan reveals that he has - finally - figured out her identity? Much fun! Can't wait for more! Awesome job! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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bobilll Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/9/05 4:12pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Nov. 10
	Gah! Cliffie no resolved? Ok I'll practice patience... I love how you interwieved this to the whole Yoda thinking of the future... makes the whole thing so chronologically sound. Sabe's manipulation is hilarious! Poor Obi wan... -----signature----- You'll have to buy him a sweater.
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PadawanKitara Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 11/9/05 7:06pm Subject: RE: One Prick to Bleed - an AU beginning in AotC (Obi, Ani, Sabe, Yoda) - Nov. 10
	cute flashback, but you still haven't done anything about those of us left on the precipice. -----signature----- Courtier of the Royal Order of Shambling Dufi We are Dufi...Resistance is Futile! UCLA BRUINS
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