I had an aborted attempt at a repost just before the boards split (just call it lousy timing on my part) and thought that now was as good a time as any for a second attempt. Not sure I can totally justify the repost either, although I'm tempted to tweak here and add bits there...but I guess it really doesn't need much work to it so I think I'll more or less leave it as it is. I suppose this is really just a shameless repost - but if it succeeds in getting just one new reader who enjoys it then I'll feel extremely happy! (and give me an excuse to repost the others from the classic boards!). Who knows, I might even finish Tomorrow Can Wait! Someone to watch over me (STWOM) was co-written with my wonderful friend Mouse, who has to take the lion's share of the plaudits, especially for being manic enough to keep up with me! And I owe her a big, hearty thank-you for her bringing Rela Quinn to the Jemmiah Chronicles world. STWOM is a mystery and a thriller, but primarily an unashamed romance. It was written before EP2, and as a result there might be some that view the following as AU, which is fair enough! But we sort of managed to dodge round the issue of Jedi marriage and romance by having the non-marriage rule brought in some time between TPM and AOTC. (I love stretching credulity to its limits! ) Please read, please enjoy...and please leave the occasional comment if you feel you'd like to. Many thanks! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Someone to Watch over Me By Jemmiah & Mouse *********** It's raining. It's been raining for the past seven hours but that doesn't matter. Not to me. She doesn't know that I'm here, watching her. Never sees me staring as she leaves her apartment. Never notices me standing in the shadows when she returns. That's how I want it to be. For the moment. When I'm ready I'll make my move. I've been standing here here watching for two months now just waiting for the right moment?time becomes irrelevant after a while. Persistence is what counts. And I can be very persistent when I put my mind to it. Love can drive a person to do very irrational things. It can drive a man to the edge, sometimes further than that. Powerful emotions are frightening. Exhilarating. So much good and evil has been committed in the name of love. This isn't love. It's something more than that. Almost an obsession. There have been others who have been important to me?stirred dark, base feelings within me, but not like this. This is pain, anger, greed, lust all combined: an actual and physical hurt eating away at me like a cancer. I have to get this sorted out. And I will...I will end this, soon. In the only way that it can. So she can continue in her blissful ignorance for the time being, unaware of her hidden watcher. She can close the blinds and shut out the world and myself if she wishes. I can close my eyes and still see her. That's not all I can see. From the murky street corners I am aware of the presence of another. Someone else watching, a fleeting figure in the darkness. He's been my shadow for the last eight weeks. I know he's there. They say it will rain for the next week on and off. Even the sky is weeping. But is it crying for me or for her? ************************ Qui-Gon fixed his padawan with the kind of look you might expect an adult to give to a recalcitrant toddler, one who was indulging in throwing his toys across the other side of the room in a tantrum. He was worried about Obi-Wan. Had been ever since his close call at the hands of Rufus Merdan. Somehow his padawan's concentration had slumped to an all time low, his mind always away on some hidden trail of thought, eyes with a vacant look to them. It was almost like the time when his padawan had started moping around after Jemmiah? She was worrying Qui-Gon, too. Her reaction to the Merdan affair had been extreme. She had quietly and without any fuss upped and moved out of the temple and into her own place, leaving Qui-Gon to wonder if she and his padawan had been fighting again.