"A Stranger From The Past" (Obi/Sabe series) "Terms of Service" (sequel)... (Updated June 16th!!)

Ok, I haven't posted anything on the board before, but I figured I might as well give it a shot. I have this posted on another site, but there's so little feedback given I figure this was a good place to try it.

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Author?s note: I got to thinking tonight about what happened to Sabe. You don?t really see her once she runs off to take the focus off Padme. I?m going on the assumption that Sabe and Obi-Wan got close when they were in the ship on Tatooine, friends if not something more, that just never stayed in touch. Since I?ve never found out what happened to Sabe, here?s a (sad) little piece about what I think might have happened? also a ?missing moments? kind of thing from AOTC. Feedback please!!



A Stranger From The Past


Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight stood by the entrance to the Senator of Naboo's quarters, looking out into the airways. All was quiet. Earlier that evening Amidala had used herself as bait to try and find the assassin that was trying to kill her. In doing so, she?d almost been killed and now Anakin wouldn't leave her alone. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Same Anakin. He'd been all eyes for the Queen, and now for the senator. What am I going to do about him? Obi-Wan thought silently.

Leaning against the wall, he looked across the room. Anakin had finally fallen asleep on the couch, unintentionally, the stress of the fight and the nightmares of his mother combining into a potent drug. His nightmares were a point of worry. Most Jedi didn't have nightmares; they had visions. Anakin's dreams could in fact be a vision of something passed or something yet to come. He sadly shook his head. Obi-Wan had never had the chance to meet Shmi Skywalker, but Qui-Gonn had spoken often of her. Or at least, thought of her often. His head came up as the door to Amidala's bedroom opened.

The Senator from Naboo was belting her robe around her waist as she stepped into the main room. "Master Kenobi." Her voice was low.

"My lady."

She moved towards him, her gaze going to where Anakin was sprawled out on the couch, his lanky form covering most of it, his knees and feet hanging over one end. ?Has he been sleeping long??

Obi-Wan shook his head, following her lead and keeping his voice to a whisper. ?Not long. Can I do something for you??

Amidala pulled Anakin?s Jedi robe from the back of the chair he?d thrown it on and gently spread it over him before turning back to Obi-Wan. ?I need to speak with you about a somewhat? delicate matter.?

Obi-Wan motioned for her to lead the way onto one of the balconies, the plexi-glass sliding upwards silently. She stepped through, the wind of the city catching the tendrils of her hair and making them dance. She glanced back into the room as Obi-Wan joined her, silently coaxing the glass back down by using the Force. She turned to him, one hand reaching into the pocket of her robe, ?I was asked to deliver something to you by an old friend of yours.?

Obi-Wan leaned against the railing, watching her, ?An old friend? From Naboo??

She nodded, ?She was my decoy.?

Obi-Wan straightened as if he?d been bitten. ?Sabe.? He breathed. He?d looked for her after the battle, after the ceremony for honoring Qui-Gonn. She?d been injured in the final assault on the palace and unable to take visitors.

Amidala was pulling a data card out of her pocket as she nodded, ?I was asked to warn you as well. She is not as she once was. She has several major injuries to her face, and part of that is now cybernetic. I?m sorry.?

Obi-Wan accepted the data card and slid it into his belt, itching to read it, ?I take it this is simply not a text message??

Amidala shook her head, ?It is a full holo message. Recorded about three weeks ago when I last saw her before leaving for Coruscant. She asked me to deliver it to the Jedi temple if you were not here.?

?I see.? He swallowed hard, looking down into the many lanes of traffic, ?Should I be wary of its contents, my lady??

Amidala placed her hand on hi

 

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i like tis story!!!!

write more!!!!!

 

*hops* wow, thanks!! My first reply!!

Onto part 2!

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A Glimmer Of Hope

Obi-Wan sat in the suite he shared with his Padawan, looking at the blank data pad before him. Anakin and Senator Amidala were leaving for Naboo in two standard hours and he wanted to send a reply to Sabe with them. What did you say to the woman who held you heart, but should never have received it? He rubbed his forehead with one hand, standing to pace across the floor. He needed to tell her, but he couldn?t. Attachment of any kind was forbidden in his order, telling Sabe his feelings would certainly qualify as ?attachment?.

?Master??

He turned, ?What can I do for you Anakin??

?I sensed your distress. Is something wrong??

Obi-Wan silently cursed himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. A Jedi should know only peace. ?No, nothing. Are you packed for your journey??

Anakin nodded, leaning against the doorframe and looking at his Master critically, ?Are you sure nothing is wrong, Master? Perhaps I can help??

Obi-Wan shook his head, ?Simply trying to write a letter to an old friend, that?s all. Aren?t you supposed to be guarding the senator??

?I?m on my way there now.?

Obi-Wan waved him away, going so far as to telekinetically push him from the room. He turned back to the data pad, taking a deep breath, and positioned it correctly. Fighting his nervousness he smoothed his hair back, adjusted his cloak and hit the record button.


Senator Amidala let her Captain of the guard and Anakin load her luggage into the bus that would take her, and her protector to the refugee transport. Dorme stepped up to the bus, and she was about to step forward to board when a gentle hand grasped her shoulder. ?M?lady,?

She turned, meeting Obi-Wan?s gaze, ?Master Kenobi??

He glanced to the bus where Anakin was watching him, a surprised look on his face. Obi-Wan extended a data-rod to her, ?Could you please deliver this to Sabe, should you see her??

She glanced down at the rod, then back to him with a nod before sliding the rod into her inner robe, ?I will make sure she gets it.?

He bowed to her, ?My thanks, M?lady. After you.?

She smiled at him as he gestured for her to board and then stepped up into the bus, taking her seat next to Dorme. Anakin and his Master sat across the aisle, Obi-Wan giving his Padawan last minute instructions as the bus lifted off. Padme slid her hand around the data-rod in her cloak. Hopefully, whatever the Master Jedi had said to one of her oldest friends would help bring a sincere smile back to Sabe?s face.


Anakin Skywalker looked at the transport that was to take them to the lake country. Queen Jamilla had given her approval for Padme?s plan to hide there, and he wasn?t too happy. Not only had she reprimanded him in front of the court, but she?d also given him the distinct impression she wished he would just keep his mouth shut. Damn woman, always playing with his mind. He sighed. He was looking forward to being with just Padme again. Perhaps he could make her see what he felt for her; perhaps he could get her to feel the same for him. Turning, he saw her speaking with a heavily cloaked woman, red hair spilling down over her well shaped bosom. ?Padme??

Padme looked at him, ?I?m coming Anakin.? She turned and engulfed the other woman in a tight hug before picking up her skirt and running to his side, ?Sorry, I promised Obi-Wan I?d deliver his message.?

?Who was that??

Padme smiled up at him, allowing him to help her into the transport, ?Sabe.?

Anakin?s eyes widened in sudden understanding as he looked back. The cloaked figure was gone.


Sabe?s footsteps were quiet as she made her way through the halls to her room. She?d been staying in the palace as a guest for the last 10 years, a reward for sacrificing so much in protecting the then Queen Amidala. She lifted one hand to her face, softly tracing the lines of the plate grafted to her cheekbone. It was more metal than skin now, more machine than human.

 

This is so very good, Jade_Max. I like your whole take on what had happened to Sabe after the battle, different from all the other stories I've read. Brilliant Work

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*blushes* Everyone always figured she'd made it through the battle just fine, but she's no where in Ep 2... so I let my mind wander to the 'worst case' scenarios.

This was just short of a 'death letter'.

Thank you for your compliments, I'm flattered you are enjoying my little 'series' *beams*

Onto Part 3!!

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A Last Request

Obi-Wan Kenobi looked around his prison on Geonosis as he spun in a slow circle. There wasn't much to see. Rock on all sides, it was monotonous and less than helpful. He'd been waiting for Count Dooku to return since the fallen Jedi had left to try and secure his 'release'. He didn't trust it, didn't trust him, and a part of him fully expected to be spending the rest of his days, however long that might be, in this dank cell. His thoughts drifted. Anakin and Padme had been on Tatooine when he'd sent his message. Why they'd gone there, he had no idea. Probably some reckless notion of Anakin's. Had they delivered his message to Sabe on Naboo before going?

Obi-Wan fought to keep her image from his mind. She would distract him if he thought about her, she always had. He closed his eyes. Count Dooku was taking his time, and he was exhausted. Force techniques or not, he couldn't deny the fact that his adrenaline had worn of a long time ago. Sabe. His thoughts drifted back to her and he swallowed hard. He would probably die in this cell and he'd never told her how he felt about her. Did she know how deeply she'd affected him in their short time together? Probably not. He was good at hiding his emotions, good at deflecting inquiries as to how he felt. Now he might never get to tell her.

"Something bothering you, Master Kenobi?"

The smirking image of Count Dooku greeted him as his eyes flew open. "Dooku."

"Your thoughts betray you, Master Kenobi, dwelling on a young woman," he made a clicking sound with his tongue, "What would Master Yoda say if he knew you were breaking the code?"

"Thinking about someone is not beaking the code."

Dooku smiled, "She may as well be yours, Obi-Wan, and possession is forbidden. How the mighty have fallen."

"What do you want Dooku?" he demanded. He didn't want Dooku talking about Sabe, somehow he made it seem wrong to want something that had been freely given.

"Your fate has been decided my young friend. The Geonosians are opening the arena up for your execution."

Execution. Well, everyone had to die sometime. Obi-Wan nodded and continued to spin in his slow circle.

"Nothing to say, Obi-Wan?"

There was silence in the room and Dooku deactivated his 'cage' and watched him fall to the floor. Obi-Wan picked himself up off the floor, eyeing the other man carefully. "The execution is now?"

"You have time for one last request," Dooku extended a holo-recorder to him, "A message to the lady, perhaps? Or maybe to your Padawan? Don?t even try to use the Force in here, any movement will get you killed now."

Obi-Wan held his hands at his sides, saying nothing, until Dooku shrugged and placed the pad near the door. "I would suggest you use your time wisely, I will transmit it when you're taken to the arena."

"You're just all heart, aren't you Dooku?"

Dooku shrugged off the sarcastic remark and left Obi-Wan alone. Knowing if he recorded anything like a status report it would simply get erased, Kenobi gingerly picked up the pad and hit the record button. He wasn't sure what he would say, but he would think of something.


Sabe was sitting on the couch in her room when the button signalling a message began to flash and beep. She frowned. No one was supposed to send her messages. She stood, and walked to the console, ?Yes??

?Mistress Sabe??

?Yes, your majesty?? she was a little startled to hear Queen Jamilla?s voice.

?A message was sent to my office in hopes of reaching you. Will you accept it??

Sabe noted the tense tone in the Queen?s voice. Despite promising to not wear her hood, she was still unsure about using holo-communications and so it was simply

 

I read this on another website, but I'm glad you've got it here so I can tell you how lovely this story is! Good work!

 

From you, Jazzy, that's quite the compliment, thank you!

Well, I was able to get this page to load so I figure I should post the last piece of this 4 part series

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Those Who Dare To Dream


The gardens of the Jedi temple were serene, peaceful and conductive to meditation. Their lone occupant, a handsome man, couldn't seem to find peace. His Padawan had yet to check in, to report his success in his mission of escorting Senator Amidala home to Naboo. He was worried, his meeting earlier with Master Yoda and Master Windu having brought it about. There was no telling what Anakin Skywalker would do outside the reach of the council.

Ob-Wan Kenobi had never before found it difficult to find peace, but this day it eluded him. There was too much going on in the galaxy. He rested on a bench near a waterfall in the middle of the gardens, staring at the water as it rained down from above. His thoughts drifted, refusing to become silent, and stopped on the one thing, the one person, that was guaranteed to make him loose his focus. Sabe. He groaned, rubbing his forehead. She must think him dead now after the last message she'd received from him.

He picked up a rock and tossed it into the pool. His arm ached where he'd taken the sabre slash from Count Dooku, reminding him he wasn't up to doing even that yet. Damn recuperation time, it left him too much time to think.

"Master Kenobi."

He froze. He knew that voice. Slowly, he turned his head. Standing in the shadows of a tree, face obscure by shadows, was a woman dressed in pilot's gear, a helmet under her arm. "Sabe?"

She stepped into view, her hair pulled back from her face in a series of braids, the metal faceplate that covered most of her face in clear view. She wasn't smiling, and Obi-Wan could sense her nervousness. His gaze wandered down over her body, encased in the synthetic leather flight suit of the Nabooian pilot. She was trim, walking with the grace of a dancer, or trained fighter, and just the sight of her made his blood heat. "Hello Obi-Wan. It's been a long time."

He stood, fighting a grimace. The Jedi healers had done what they could for his arm and leg, but they still ached. Secretly he thought they'd left him underhealed to tech him a lesson, "Sabe." He inclined his upper body to her in greeting, "What are you doing here?"

She lifted her helmet, "Padme sent me a message on her way home. She told me about what happened on Geonosis. Are you alright?"

He nodded, taking a limping step towards her, "I'll heal."

She moved towards him, waving him back to the bench, "You're injured, Obi-Wan, sit before you fall."

He chuckled, doing as she said, "Same Sabe," he teased, a sparkle of humor coming into his eyes, "Still issuing orders."

She favored him with a half smile, sitting next to him as she placed her helmet on the ground by her feet. "Old habits die hard." Not looking at him, she kept her gaze on her hands, folded in her lap, "I thought you were dead."

Against his better judgement, Obi-Wan reached out with one hand and gently lifted her chin until he could look into her brown eyes, her soft voice distressing him more than it should have, "You received my transmission, then?"

She nodded, her hands twisting together, her eyes glazed with moisture, "I didn't want to live," she admitted, "The thought of never seeing you again, of never being able to talk to you?"

He searched her eyes, seeing the truth in her words, knowing the truth of her feelings. "I'm sorry, Sabe. I didn't mean to cause you pain. When I'm healed I was planning on coming to Naboo to see you."

"I guess I saved you a trip."

They laughed awkwardly together, Obi-Wan's hesitantly caressing her cheek with his thumb.

She turned her head and placed a kiss in his palm before covering his hand with hers, "I've missed you."

He was at a loss. Here was the woman he'd been dreaming about, the woman he knew he could never have, holding him with her eyes. She must have seen his confusion for she moved to pull away

 

Awwww, happy ending . The series was great, Jade_Max and I'd love to read more!

 

*grins* awww, thanks! I had so much fun writing this series too, I mean, there was so much room to play with!

Hmm, maybe later tonight I'll put something of a beginning to another story on paper, we'll see if I end up with some inpiration...

Thanks for the feedback!

 

That was great! Much better than my Sabe/Obi-wan fic ("To Love a Jedi" check it out if ya want). I can't wait for the next post!

 

Your fic is good, Jaina, don't ever think otherwise. *grin*

Thank you for the compliment, by the way

Ok, I've got a couple of ideas for another story with these two set in the interval between Ep2 and 3, only I'm going to have to start a new thread for it... If I get it started tonight *grin*

I'll keep you all posted.

 

Dude, I'd love another story Jade

 

Ok, I'm a little rusty with the Sabé/Obi-Wan couple since I've been working on another story. This is a tentative beginning to the sequel of the last four stories. It's called "Terms of Service" don't ask where I got it, it just came out one night!

Let me know what you guys think, I'd appreciate anything you guys have to say! Thanks!

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Terms Of Service


The Noobian transport settled down on the landing pad with the sound of repulsor jets and metal connecting with metal. The wind blowing around the landing pad threw the clothing of the two waiting figures into disarray. They stood silently, waiting for the landing ramp to extend. The taller of the two reached up and removed the hood hiding their face from view, revealing a face that was handsome, despite the stress that was visible in the color of his hair and the lines in his skin. Dressed in the robes of a Jedi, he looked the part.

Beside him, his companion pulled their hood closer over their face and stepped back. The hiss of the seal being broken could be heard as the pressure inside the ship equalized with the atmosphere outside. The ramp slowly lowered, touching the landing pad with a gentle thump. From the darkness of the ship, two figures exited, one holding a small bag, the other carrying a large suitcase. The smaller of the two, a beautiful woman in a blue gown, placed the bag on the ground as she stepped from the ship.

Behind her, a young man with a Padawan's braid set the bag next to hers and went to her side. The man on the platform smiled, "Anakin."

The young man nodded, "Master."

Obi-Wan extended his hand to his Padawan, a smile cracking his face as he shook hands with the younger man, "It's good to have you home."

"Thank you, Master."

Obi-Wan turned to the young woman and offered her his hand, "Senator, welcome back to the capital. I thought you were going to stay on Naboo."

Padmé Amidala glanced at her escort and then to Obi-Wan before shaking his extended hand, "Anakin and I have something we need to talk to you about, Master Kenobi."

His eyebrows went up. He could sense the apprehension coming off these two in waves, "No better place than this, unless you'd like me to flag a speeder?"

Anakin shook his head, "We'll rent one. I don't trust the drivers of those other ones." he walked off to talk to the man at the helm of the speeder waiting for them.

Obi-Wan stepped back, "Senator, I believe you know my companion."

The cloaked figure stepped forward and bowed, "Padmé."

Padmé's eyes widened, "Sabé! What are you doing here?" she reached out and pulled the other woman into her arms for a tight hug, "You're the last person I expected to see! I thought you were still on Naboo."

Sabé reached up and pulled her hood back, revealing unblemished features. Padmé gasped, pulling back in shock, "Your face." her hand reached out as if to touch her cheek but pulled back uncertainly, "How?"

Sabé glanced at Obi-Wan, her smile soft, "It was a gift."

Padmé's gaze followed hers and then she straightened as if shocked, "Obi-Wan?"

He nodded, "Yes, Senator. Please, if you will, let's wait until we're in the speeder to talk."

She nodded and turned back to Sabé, who's cheeks were tinted pink, and linked her arm through her friend's. "You are looking incredible, Sabé." she said sincerely.

Sabé returned her smile as they followed behind Obi-Wan to where Anakin was waiting with the speeder. Somehow he'd convinced the driver to relinquish his for a while, probably a Force trick, and get a ride with another speeder. He could pick his back up when they were finished with it. Anakin offered a hand to Padmé and helped her into the speeder before sliding behind the controls. Obi-Wan handed Sabé down into the seat before stepping down beside her. "Just drive around, Anakin, it would seem we have a lot to talk about."

Anakin nodded and throttled the speeder forward. Obi-Wan placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, "This isn't a pod racer and you have passengers who

 

An interesting installment in your series. I like their conversation. I'd like to see where it goes from here.

 

Thank you Jazzy I appreciate the vote of confidence.

Ok, continuing their conversation...

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The speeder jerked violently, a mirror of Anakin's reaction, as Anakin slammed it to a halt and spun to face him. "What?"

Padmé's expression mirrored his incredulity.

Obi-Wan smiled wryly, "We have master Yoda's unofficial approval. It's a long story and hanging motionless in between the airways is probably not the best place for this discussion."

"Just answer me one thing. How did you get Master Yoda to agree with you, Master?"

"He offered it, Anakin. It's being held from the council's eyes. We need more Jedi. Jedi breed stronger Jedi. However, the rules of the order pretty much forbid this kind of attachment and in doing so we're killing ourselves."

"I still don't see how you managed to get him to turn a blind eye. Even if he offered to. The other council members would pick up the disturbance when you..." he glanced at Padmé, his cheeks tinted red.

"When we're intimate?"

Anakin nodded.

"Master Yoda knows our dire straights. Without more Jedi, more individuals with Force potential, we'll cease to exist as an order and simply be individuals. We can't allow that. Sabé and I have been called upon to help add to the next generation of Jedi."

"You've been -asked- to have children?"

Sabé blushed, looking away from them all, "I agreed, Padmé, Obi-Wan means more to me than being able to live in the spotlight. I've been in the shadows for so long that people have forgotten me and it's easy to stay there. With Obi-Wan's gift I'm no longer memorable to most people."

Obi-Wan slid an arm around her shoulders, "You are, Sabé, never say that."

She smiled at him, "I mean because of the implant, Obi-Wan, you know that."

"I know. You're beautiful either way, Sabé."

She shoved him with a smile before looking back to Padmé, "Master Yoda allows me to stay in the Jedi temple with Obi-Wan, but nobody knows I'm there. I walk around in a Jedi robe," she pointed to her robes and shrugged, "I usually wear a lightsaber too, but today it wasn't necessary. The Jedi are gathered, en masse, at the Senate hall. The Supreme Chancellor is holding a meeting of the Jedi."

"In answer to your question, Anakin, Master Yoda has been masking her signature since she joined me here over a month ago. No one, even the Jedi of the temple, take much notice of her beyond being a Knight. They don't need to."

Nobody said anything for a few minutes while Anakin directed their craft towards Amidala's private residence. As he landed, Sabé turned to Padmé, "So why did you come back, Padmé? Especially if you're trying to keep your marriage a secret?"

"I have a few things I neglected to do while I was here. Dormé sent a message saying I was needed. Besides, Anakin is still assigned as my protector."

"Dormé is still here?"

She nodded, "I didn't take her home with me and with what Anakin and I intended it didn't seem like a good idea."

Anakin killed the repulsors and hopped out, extending a hand to Padmé. His mechanical hand. She grasped it without a glance, smiling at him as he helped her from the speeder. Obi-Wan and Sabé shared a smile. That gesture, more than anything else, spoke of the love the two shared. Obi-Wan stepped out and then helped Sabé out behind him. The area was wide open, the top of the building serving as a landing pad for the senator's private suite.

Sabé pulled her hood up as Obi-Wan did the same, hiding their features from view. Carrying the luggage by unspoken agreement they looked like hired hands. Their small procession followed Amidala as she keyed in the access codes to her suite, Anakin entering first and checking for dangers before he motioned the others to come in. He pulled a box from his sleeve and turned it on, sweeping the room. Listening bugs were in abundance and he quickly removed them from the surfaces, crushing them before disposing of them.

The room inside was wide open, two balconies off to the side wit

 

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bump again... no readers *shrugs* ah well... I'll work on the other ones.

 

Ok, I got inspired, and even though nobody's around to read it, I don't mind... I might as well put it up just for kicks

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Obi-Wan returned to their quarters a few hours later, deep in thought. His discussion with the Jedi Master had left him much to think about. He grimaced. Including the plight of his Padawan. The council could be convinced to overlook his marriage since he was a Knight, but Anakin's vows complicated matters. As a Padawan he wasn't allowed to choose a mate. Technically, neither was a Knight since the council normally created matches to allow stronger Force Sensitive children, but Sabé was a special case. He laughed softly. She wouldn't appreciate being told that. He sighed. What was he going to do about Anakin? Their vows of marriage were binding, and they'd obviously consummated their marriage. He was willing to bet neither would be inclined to even think of a separation.

He palmed open the bedroom door and peaked in. Sabé was sleeping on her side, her breathing deep and even, her hands curled under her cheek. He smiled softly, unable to resist stepping inside and sitting next to her. His wife. Who'd have ever thought he'd be able to say those words? He reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. She was a miracle to him, a miracle he should never have received.

She stirred in her sleep and he bent down to kiss her, knowing the instant she'd awakened. He pulled back, a gentle smile on his lips. "How are you feeling?"

She lifted her hand as she rolled to her back, curving her fingers around his neck. "Mmmm, I think that's a wonderful way to wake up. I'm feeling better now that I have my handsome husband back in bed with me."

He chuckled and kissed her again, pulling back after a couple of seconds. "I talked to Master Yoda. He had some interesting things to say."

She allowed him to pull back and pushed herself up until she was sitting, the blankets pulled loosely over her knees. "Anything good?"

"For you and I, yes. We're a special case, or so it seems, but Anakin and Padmé have gone against every vow Anakin's taken to the order. He's not knighted, and that's the biggest problem."

"And they can't just knight him?"

Obi-Wan's smile was faint. "It's not that easy. Anakin is a long way off from taking his trials, and his rash actions regarding the Senator have reinforced that. Master Yoda told me we can't shield them from this. Anakin's actions, and his attachment to her, have put them in a difficult situation. Without the ability control his actions and emotions he'll never survive the trials. He's still my Padawan, and his actions reflect on my teachings. Master Yoda gave me quite the dressing down for being unable to control him."

"Will that be bad for us, too?"

He shook his head. "Not as bad as you think. Where we're concerned it's not unheard of for a Jedi Knight to find a mate. Though it's highly unlikely for one of my experience to become attached to someone, Master Yoda did speak on our behalf to the council. They feel that, as long as we don't make a big noise about it, we're not a threat to the Jedi mentality or code."

Sabé's eyes danced at the humor in his statement. "They'd consider us a threat? I find that very amusing. What else did Master Yoda have to say?"

"Congratulations."

She blinked. "Wh..." she suddenly flushed. "Oh! I suppose I should thank him."

"I did for both of us. He's very pleased, Sabé, but he wasn't surprised. In fact, he brought it up, asking if I'd taken you to the medics to be checked out. Apparently he can feel the child's signature through the Force."

Sabé's hand crept down to cover her belly. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, love. Master Yoda said it was the reason he approached the council. If they detected your condition before we'd spoken to them, there would have been some really difficult questions to answer. Basically you would have been taken from me until the truth came out. He couldn't allow that. You a

 

Again, I'm just updating to keep it current with the one I'm uploading to ff.net...

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Anakin opened the door to the Nabooian senator's suite and looked at his Master in shock. "Master? What are you doing here?"

"I hope we're not interrupting you."

"No, the Senator and I were just sitting down to dinner."

Obi-Wan arched a brow. The tone in his apprentice's voice implied it was a very private, romantic affair. "I have our orders from the Council."

Anakin groaned but stood aside from the door and usher him in. Not at all surprised when Sabé, fully cloaked, appeared from around the corner. He took in the bag she carried with a critical eye. "Are we going on a trip somewhere?"

Obi-Wan shook his head, waiting for the door to close. "I had the chance to talk to Master Yoda today. Not only about your circumstances, but mine as well. As it turns out, we've been assigned to the senator as a permanent escort. Sabé is going to return as the Queen's aid. We're bunking in here with them until your wife returns to her other suite."

Anakin blinked, completely shocked by his revelation. "We're what?"

Obi-Wan chuckled. "Relax, Padawan."

"Anakin? Who's...? Oh, Master Kenobi, what brings you back this evening?"

Obi-Wan bowed to Padmé, "Anakin and I have been permanently assigned to you, Senator. Sabé will be returning as your aid, if that's alright with you."

Padmé blinked once before a smile spread across her features. "Of course that's alright with me!"

Sabé tugged her hood off and grinned back at Padmé, her eyes dancing. "Think of all the trouble we can get into with these two playing watch dog."

"Hey!"

Sabé winked at the indignant Anakin, "You can play too, young Padawan, I promise we won't mind."

He made a face before blanking his features at an exasperated look from Obi-Wan. "Sorry Master."

"We've been told you're not to be out of our sight at anytime, Senator, in fact, one of has to bunk with you at night. Do you have a preference?"

"But, Master... I-"

Padmé's laugh cut him off as she placed a hand on her husband's arm. "Relax, Anakin, he's teasing you. You and Sabé can share the guest room, Obi-Wan. I appreciate the council's understanding in this matter."

"The council hasn't been informed."

"Then how...?"

"Master Yoda has assigned us to you. He alone knows of the true nature of your relationship. This is his way to alleviate any suspicions, for the moment at least. You will both be required to act like there is nothing between you when you're out in public. That means in your senator's box, in the hall ways, in the conference rooms, the meetings, the banquets and celebrations. If anyone suspects that there is more to this pairing than a simple bodyguard duty, both of you will be brought under harsh scrutiny. The council will have no choice but to get involved since Anakin is my Padawan and then the truth will come out. If it does, the council will be forced to make a decision regarding your relationship."

Anakin grasped Padmé's hand, squeezing her fingers. "What did Master Yoda have to say about it, Master?"

"You've put him in a very hard position, Anakin. We could both be expelled for your rash actions."

Anakin swallowed, looking down at his wife as she stepped closer, her presence soothing his nerves. "I'm sorry Master, I didn't think-"

"No, you didn't, thinking was never your strong point." Obi-Wan sighed, "What's done is done, now we deal with the consequences. As it stands for now, because you're not knighted, if the council was to find out about your marriage, you'd be separated. Then you'd be put on trial separately to determine the strength of your attachment before you'd either be kicked out of the order or forced to take an oath to never have anything to do with the other again."

Anakin swallowed. The thought of facing the council, even to simply tell them he loved his wife, was enough to scare him. He didn't like them, especially Master Yoda. The little green Muppet had

 

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Anakin sat across from Padmé as his Master followed his wife. He was silent as she served them both before picking up her utensils. "What's wrong?"

He glanced up from his plate before picking his fork up with his left hand. He was still unaccustomed to the metallic replacement and used his real hand whenever possible. "I've - we've - caused alot of problems with this."

She took a small bite of her dinner, nodding. "We knew it would happen, we're not unprepared."

"I thought we weren't, but what can we do, honestly Padmé? You'll have to start seeing suitors eventually and I won't allow that."

"Ani..."

"Anakin."

She sighed, mentally chastising herself for the momentary lapse. "Anakin, I won't see other men. You know that. That won't even become an issue for a long while yet. Why don't we deal with what's going to happen when I have to go back to the senate in two days?"

He chewed his food as she spoke, absently lifting his glass with his right hand to take a drink before realizing what he was doing. He froze, almost dropping the glass. Padmé's hand curled around his own, and his gaze flew to hers. "It's a part of you now. Stop fighting it. Just because it's artificial doesn't mean I love you less."

He slowly put the glass down, carefully straightening the fingers of the hand. She slid her fingers between his very, very slowly. "You'll get used to it."

"Like you have?"

She nodded. "Yes, Anakin. You're not the only person to have a replacement hand before."

He looked down at his plate and pulled his hand free before tucking it back into the long sleeve. He couldn't look at it. They resumed their meal in silence. After a few minutes he placed his fork back beside his plate. "I'm sorry."

She swallowed her mouthful before answering. "Sorry for what?"

He waved his left hand. "For all of this. I'm sorry we have to hide. I'm sorry I'm not ready to take my trials yet, and I'm sorry I'm putting you through a large deception."

"Are you sorry you married me?"

His eyes widened and he shook his head. "Never."

Padmé placed her fork next to her plate and folded her hands on the table. "Then why are you sorry about the consequences? You can't have one without the other."

Anakin stood in a sudden show of restless energy and moved to the window, his hands clenching at his sides. "I don't know. I just..."

Padmé rose from her chair, approaching him slowly. "Anakin, we've been through this. We both know why we have to hide, but we never said it would be easy."

He stared out into the Coruscant night, his eyes taking in the speeding lanes of repulsor-lift traffic, "It should be. We're finally together, shouldn't that count for something?"

She stopped behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Not to sound trite, but if something is worth having, isn't it worth fighting for?"

He turned to look at her, a half-smile on his lips. "That's what I did to win you, even when you fought against me."

She stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, receiving a gentle embrace in return. "I was foolish to fight against you. Come back to the table and we'll finish our dinner. Tomorrow will be soon enough to let the galaxy in."

He ducked his head, inhaling her scent before stepping back, calmer than he'd been before, and nodded. Tomorrow they could deal with the consequences of their actions. For tonight they could continue to live in a dream.



Sabé awoke first the next morning, her stomach in knots. She swallowed several times, trying to fight the surge of nausea that threatened to choke her. Damn morning sickness anyway. She'd been expecting it for several weeks and hoped she wouldn't get it. Obi-Wan rolled over next to her, his brow furrowing in his sleep. She slipped from the bed and ran for the refresher.

Obi-Wan woke slightly disoriented. He turned on his side, reaching for his wife only to find she was gone! "Sabé?"

He lift

 

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Sabé awoke later that morning feeling abysmal. Her mouth was dry, her throat was sore, and her body ached. Her head was pounding and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. She groaned softly, rolling away from the warmth of her husband and curling up into a small ball. She felt terrible.

"Sabé?"

She didn't open her eyes as Obi-Wan's husky, concerned tone entered her mind. She simply wanted to be left alone. His hand curled around her hip, gently coaxing her to turn over and towards him. Her position stayed the same, yet she rolled over, her knees hitting his hip. "Sabé? Speak to me," he gently caressed the curve of her cheek, trying to coax her to open her eyes.

She did, but only barely, as the dull light of the city filtered in through the blinds and cut into her mind. It couldn't be that much later than the last time she'd awoken. "I feel terrible," she told him softly, her throat raw.

He pulled her close, wrapping carefully around her curled body as he gently rubbed her back. "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

She closed her eyes again, tucking her head under his chin. "Do the shades go any darker?"

"I can check."

"Do you have to get up?"

He chuckled softly, rubbing her back again. "Would you rather I didn't?"

She nodded. The filtered light coming through her closed eyelids suddenly dimmed, the sharp stabbing pains her head was feeling abating. "Thank you, love."

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sometimes it's the little things about being a Jedi you can appreciate the most. Anything else I can do?"

"Just hold me until we have to get up."

"If you're not feeling well, Sabé..."

She pulled away gently, forcing herself to open her eyes. The room was dark, cave-like, barely any light filtering in from around the blinds. She met his gaze. "I'm going back to being Padmé's handmaiden, Obi-Wan, I don't get sick days."

He sighed, cupping her face gently. "I don't want to see you come down with something worse, that's all."

"I know." She lay back down, tucking herself close again and slowly unfolding her frame. When she was pulled against his warm, hard length, she immediately relaxed. His strength seemed to flow into her, revitalizing her. She hadn't been sleeping well since the beginning of her pregnancy, yet she always felt better when she was this close to him.

An hour passed in contented silence before Obi-Wan reluctantly spoke. "We should be getting up."

She sighed. She didn't want to; she never wanted to, yet she wasn't about to hide in their bed. She pulled away, reluctant to end the contact. He gently kissed her before she pulled away completely. She smiled, laying back against the pillow as he slipped from the bed and reached for his pants. She watched him dress in the shadows of the room, picturing him in her mind and smiling when he finally reached for his cloak and lightsaber. "My Jedi." She said softly, reaching out one hand to him.

Obi-Wan knelt on the bed, placing a gentle kiss in the palm of her hand before pulling back. "Always, Sabé. Padmé and Anakin will be stirring soon and she'll need you to dress."

Sabé reluctantly pulled herself from the bed and reached for the clothing she'd laid out the night before. She could feel herself being watched, but didn't mind. Obi-Wan had seen everything before. She finally pulled on her robe, leaving the hood down, as she stepped into the private 'fresher and turned the lights on low. She squinted, flinching at even the soft light. Today was going to be rough. Carefully, she twisted her hair into a simple, yet elegant, style and turned the light off.

Obi-Wan had already left the room, and she could just make out his soft step several feet into the corridor. She followed, her step just as quiet, and found him slowly closing the door to Anakin and Padmé's room. He turned to look at her, a smile on his face, before he proceeded to do a security check of each room.

Sabé took the opportunit

 

You had another Obi/Sabe Ani/Ami story and you never thought to tell me? This is soooo wonderful! The prospect of little Obi Wans -how sweet is that?

 

It's one of my little known fics, FAB *chuckle* something I write when I get inspired and think I can keep the characters in character. Especially since it's supposed to be in between AOTC and then in between AOTC and Ep3... So yeah, it gets updated about once a month lol.

Thanks for the responce though!

 

Great story! It's nice to see a softer and gentler OB1 for a change.

Can't wait for the next chapter!

 

Thank You lori71! I appreciate you taking the time to read it and reply!