Title: Reunited Authors: Kelia and JediMaster_Jen Characters: Obi-Wan and Siri Genre: Mush/AU A/N: This viggie is a companion piece to [link=http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24416496&brd=10476&start=24940426]The Tristan Betrayal[/link]. Obi-Wan and Siri and reunited in the afterlife. It's a one shot post for the Siriwan fans (including us!), heartbroken at the death of both Obi and Siri. Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to George Lucas, not us Title: Reunited Summary: Companion piece to The Tristan Betrayal. Short chronicle of what happened to Siri after she passed into the Force. Authors: Kelia and JediMaster_Jen ****************************************************************** Jedi Temple Coruscant “Tris, my sweet little boy,” Siri caressed his cheek with the last of her strength. “I’m so sorry to leave you…I love you,” her arm dropped to the bed. “I…love…you,” she shuddered, her mouth forming into a slight smile. A glowing blue form was taking shape at the foot of her bed. Her mouth formed a slight smile. “Obi-Wan,” she breathed, her eyes widening in recognition before closing forever…and she was gone. “Siri, my love,” Obi-Wan called, his hand held out as he beckoned her to him. Siri rushed into his arms, squeezing him tightly to her. “I’ve missed you,” Obi-Wan breathed marveling at the feel of her in his arms again. “Force, I’ve missed you so much.” “Obi,” Siri sighed pulling away from him. “There is something I need to tell you.” Obi-Wan ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. “I know about Tristan,” he said softly. “But how? Did Yoda…?” “No, no,” Obi-Wan replied. “I learned about him…afterwards.” “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you,” she said softly. “But…” “You could have,” he interrupted. “You should have. We could have watched him together as he grew up in the crèche.” “Would that have been enough for you?” Siri asked as she studied him pointedly. “Just watching him grow up, never able to tell him who you were?” Obi-Wan sighed wearily. “I could have…” he started only to be interrupted. “It wouldn’t have been for me,” Siri continued. “And I know it wouldn’t have been for you either, that’s why I had to leave, Obi.” “I would have gone with you,” he replied hoarsely, tears just beginning to gather in his eyes. “We could have raised Tristan together. Maybe I’d even still…be there with him.” Siri looked away from the hope in his eyes. “It wouldn’t have worked,” she said gently. “Anakin needed you.” “Anakin,” Obi-Wan began. “Anakin would have…” he stopped, unable to deny the reality of what would have happened had he not been there for Anakin. Siri pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly. “You couldn’t have left him,” she whispered, rubbing his back. “Can you imagine what Palpatine would have done with him had you not been there?” “He would have turned him to the dark side,” Obi-Wan admitted, shoulders lumping. “Anakin would have been lost; most likely forever.” “Your destiny was to guide the Chosen One,” Siri began. “I couldn’t have interfered with that.” She kissed his forehead tenderly. “I would have liked to have known,” Obi-Wan moaned. “I would have liked to have been there when he was born, seen his first smile, watched him learn to crawl, to walk, and visited him over the years…” “I’m so sorry, Obi,” Siri told him as she hugged him tightly. “But you would have had to leave and I loved you too much to put you through that.” “Why does everybody think they know what’s best for me?!” he suddenly flared, jerking away from her angrily. “The two people I loved most in the galaxy lied to me for years under the guise of not wanting to burden me,” he glared at her. “I’m perfectly capable of setting my emotions aside to do the right thing.” “Obi…” “No!” he interrupted loudly, beginning to pace. “First Anakin gets married and doesn’t tell me and then you have my child without telling me and I’m just supposed to accept that you did it because it was done with my best interests in mind!” “I never lied to you,” she pointed out. He stopped pacing, gazing at her with such a hurtful look it broke her heart. “You said you had to leave because you loved me too much to stay,” he reminded her in a tight voice. “That was true,” she assured him, taking his hands into hers. “I loved you too much to put you through the pain of losing your own child.” “Losing you almost killed me,” he gasped, pulling her to him and burying his face in her hair. “When I think of everything you’ve been through all alone…” “I wasn’t alone,” Siri replied, kissing his cheek. “I had our son and Yoda visited every few months or so and I made a few friends. Tristan was happy; we…were as happy as we could be.” “I wish I could have known him,” Obi-Wan sighed, stroking her hair. “I wish he could have known me.” “He does and he will,” Siri promised. “I’ve told him so much about you and now Anakin will take over,” she paused. “Anakin is his Master. Obi-Wan smiled and nodded. “I know,” he smiled wistfully. “You live on through Anakin, through his memories of you and in his thoughts of you,” she continued. “Everything you taught him, he will teach our son and he will keep our memories alive, Obi. I know he will.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Wait,” she gazed up at him, suddenly realizing what he’d said. “You already know Anakin is Tristan’s master?” Obi-Wan nodded; an amused look on his face. “Does that mean we get to watch over him?” she questioned, her eyes dancing with hope. “Yes,” he replied simply. “And communicate?” Siri continued. “I heard about you appearing to Anakin and Garen. Obi…” “Only if the Force wills it,” Obi-Wan interjected. “I was able to appear to Anakin and Garen because my work wasn’t quite over yet.” He gazed at her tenderly, running his fingers gently over her cheek. “I would have come to you if I could have.” “It’s okay,” she assured him, kissing his ear softly, nuzzling her face in his neck, breathing in deeply and filling her soul with the smell of him. “We’re together now,” she sighed contentedly. “I can’t believe we’re actually together again and we never have to be apart.” Obi-Wan chuckled, his fingers lightly tracing circle patterns along her back. Siri gasped at the shivers of pleasure his touch sent down her spine. “Obi-Wan,” she moaned. “Are you ever going to kiss me?” He caressed her cheek tenderly before lowering his lips to hers. Siri wrapped her arms around his neck and let herself dissolve into him as if they were one person.