Tears stung at the back of Sabé's eyes as she watched the sleeping figure
on her bed. The day's events had finally caught up to her in this moment of
quietness, and she felt exhausted both mentally and physically. She had
been trained to put others before her though, so she went to the side of
her bed once more. Obi-Wan's breathing was even, and she knew that he was
asleep, but he was restless, and his Force signature was laced with pain.
Tenderly, she stroked his cheek. She wanted him to be at peace. The pain he
was going through nearly broke her heart, and she knew it was doing much
more terrible things to him.
Though she didn't know full details, Sabé understood most of what had gone
on. The demon that they had left Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan with had killed the
Jedi Master. Sabé remembered the moment of pain, loss, and anguish and how
it turned into rage and anger. That would explain parts of it. She assumed
that since the demon's body hadn't been found, Obi-Wan had disposed of it
in a fit of rage after the death of his Master. Once he had killed it, he
had gone to Qui-Gon's side. Sabé speculated that it had been almost an hour
since she felt the hitch in the Force. That meant that for at least an
hour, Obi-Wan had been rocking Qui-Gon against his body, mumbling the
Jedi's name and crying tears for the loss of a father.
When she found him, it had been difficult to get him to let Qui-Gon go, but
she had assured him that the Jedi Master's body would be in the best care,
that nothing of disrespect would happen to it in the time it took to
arrange a proper funeral. After the body had been taken away, Sabé had
stayed in that room with Obi-Wan for a long while, holding his body against
hers and attempting to soothe him. Yané had come in, interrupting her
comfort, and inquired what they were to do with Obi-Wan. Sabé had assured
her that she would take care of the Jedi, and as soon as Yané had left,
Sabé managed to talk Obi-Wan into following her to her bedroom. Though it
might ruin her reputation, Sabé hadn't cared. She had instructed Obi-Wan to
lay down on the bed, and the emotional turmoil along with the phsyical
exertions he'd gone through that day had caught up with him. He was
sleeping within minutes.
Sabé jumped in surprise when the doors to her bedroom opened. She jerked
her hand away from Obi-Wan's face and brought it up to her lips to silence
the figure that was standing in the doorway. With a quick gesture, Sabé led
the woman into her small common room and turned on the light. She
recognized Padmé's features, her brown eyes full of sorrow and compassion.
"Is he all right?" Padmé whispered, her voice somber.
Sabé felt the stinging behind her eyes again. She wanted to just break
down and cry. Not for herself, but for Obi-Wan. She felt his anguish as if
it were her own, and it was affecting her deeply. "He hasn't woken yet,"
Sabé whispered in response, purposefully keeping her answer vague.
Padmé nodded, understanding. "I'm sorry to disturb you, I really wish I
didn't have to, but it was either Captain Panaka or me. We have contacted
the Jedi Temple with news of Master Qui-Gon Jinn's death. The whole Jedi
Council is coming out here to see that his body be honored properly."
"Thank you, Padmé," Sabé said simply but meaningfully. She truly was
thankful, but she felt empty, tired, and broken.
Padmé put a gentle hand on Sabé's upper arm, concern in the Queen's eyes.
"Sabé, I want you to try and get some sleep as well. You can't accomplish
anything by worrying over Obi-Wan, and you're exhausted, I can tell." Padmé
moved away from her without another word, and Sabé followed her back into
the bedroom. At the doorway, Padmé gave Sabé a reassuring smile with a
quick promise to contact her again in the morning. Sabé felt guilty for
sighing in relief as the doors shut.
"Is she gone?"
Sabé jumped for the second time that night, startled by the unexpected
voice. "Obi-Wan!" Sabé cried, rushing to the bed. The figure in it sat up,
and she crawled beside him to put her arms around him. "Oh, are you all
"No," Obi-Wan said bluntly. He lay stiff in her arms.
Sabé let him go slowly, surprised at his reaction. She felt embarrassed,
and she quickly got off the bed to put distance between them. "I'm sorry,"
she quickly apologized.
"Where are we?" Obi-Wan asked, looking around warily.
Sabé blushed the slightest bit as she answered. "My bedroom in the Palace
"Where is my Master?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice wavering just slightly.
"His body is in a room designated for war heroes' funerals," Sabé said
softly, emphasizing "body" lightly. She wasn't sure how Obi-Wan was going
Obi-Wan nodded, but he didn't speak. Sabé wondered if he was struggling
with tears. He had barriers up tightly, and she couldn't see what was going
on under the surface. "Padmé told me that they've contacted the Jedi
Council. They're sending the Jedi Council down to help with the funeral.
This way you can properly heal fi--"
"I don't need to heal," Obi-Wan said harshly. His blue eyes were dark and
flashing. "Did you think I was too incompetant to--"
"No, Obi-Wan," Sabé interrupted, her voice full of emotion. "I thought . .
Obi-Wan didn't say anything. He turned away from her angrily. Sabé felt
helpless. She didn't know how to deal with him. This wasn't the Obi-Wan she
was used to. "What happened?" she blurted out. She winced afterwards,
realizing that it was the wrong thing to ask.
Obi-Wan shuddered. "I don't really want to talk about it."
Sabé felt a trickle of anger creep up her spine. Having found that every
other method didn't work, she decided to use force. "Obi-Wan, despite what
you think, I am not some naive girl who is here merely to make sure you are
comfortable. I'm your *friend*, and I want to help you. You're shutting
yourself off, and no one can deal with so much pain on their own. Can't you
just try to let me help you?"
Obi-Wan looked up at her blankly.
Sabé almost threw her hands in the air in frustration. Instead, she kept
her cool and turned around, her back to Obi-Wan. "I'll be in the next room
if you need me," she said scornfully.
Just as she reached the doorway, she heard his deep voice, laced with
regret and pain. "I killed him."
Sabé turned around slowly. "Who? Qui-Gon?" she asked, keeping her voice low
in case she might break the spell that had been cast over them.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "Not directly, but that might as well be my fault
as well." He took a shaky breath. "I killed the Sith."
Sabé kept quiet, but she slowly began to move towards his bedside to offer
any comfort if he broke down.
"I've never felt like that before," Obi-Wan whispered. He was looking down
at his hands, his eyes dead and empty. "I *hated* that thing. I was blinded
by revenge. The only thing I could think of was murdering him in cold blood
like he'd done to my Master."
"Obi-Wan, that's perfectly nat--"
"Natural, right," Obi-Wan scoffed. He shook his head and looked up at her.
The pain she saw made her heart ache. "Not for a Jedi. A Jedi knows no
anger." He paused again, gathering his thoughts. When he spoke, there was a
bitter smile on his face. "That's not even the worst part, though. The
worst part was that I relished in it. I was using the dark side of the
Force, and I liked it. I was more powerful than I'd ever been before."
"But you're okay now," Sabé said in vindication. "It was a true test of
wills. You were tempted by the dark side and you resisted."
"After giving in," Obi-Wan reminded her. He closed his eyes tightly. "I
haven't gotten over the temptation yet. I'm haunted by the memory of that
power, flowing through my veins like a drug. It was like nothing I ever
experienced before, and I have to fight the urge to experience it again."
"You want to know what I think?" Sabé asked.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes. They were shiny with unshed tears. He nodded the
slightest bit, keeping his gaze unwavering on hers, waiting for her to
"You're not going to give in to the dark side. You're weak and tired at the
moment, confused and disoriented. You're blaming yourself for Qui-Gon's
death and therefore naming yourself worthless. Now that you think you're
worthless, you don't think that you even deserve to be a Jedi. You wonder
if you ever were even designated to be a Jedi. What would have happened if
Qui-Gon chose a different Padawan? Would he have survived this ordeal?
Would he be alive today?"
Sabé kept quiet for a moment, wanting to see his reaction. His face was
showing emotion, and she took this as a good sign. "The truth is, those
questions are pointless. The Force wills everything in the direction of
their destiny, of the greater destiny of the galaxy. Qui-Gon was meant to
die today, just as you were meant to be his Padawan. Your brush with the
dark side is something that was inevitable. No matter how learned you are
in the Force, no matter how much you meditate on the Jedi Code, you're
reaction was the only reaction I would expect of you. Your love for Qui-Gon
was so deep and pure that the desire to avenge him was to be expected."
Obi-Wan's barriers were slowly coming down, and Sabé ended her speech with
one final question. "Do you think you are the only Jedi who came in contact
with the dark side?" Sabé shook her head, answering her own question. "This
was a final test of wills, the final step that will lead to your
Knighthood. You may have given in to the dark side, but just as quickly you
let go of it. If it is tempting you now, you must remember that you are a
strong person as well as a strong Jedi. It will not overcome you, no matter
how weak you feel at the moment."
Obi-Wan was breathing heavily by this point, tears were slowly rolling down
his cheeks. Sabé felt his barriers lift once and for all, and she felt all
of his emotions as if they were her own. Acting once more, she ended up on
the bed beside him, pulling his head against her breast and stroking his
hair while rocking him comfortingly. This time he didn't resist or try to
push her away; he collapsed against her body, his chest heaving in heart-
* * * * *
They must have fallen asleep like that, because the next thing Sabé knew
she was waking up to the sound of her comm unit going off. She disentangled
herself from Obi-Wan gently, careful not to wake him up. She climbed out of
bed with a large yawn. Her brain felt fuzzy and muddled. Of course, she
hadn't gotten much sleep the night before.
Padmé's face was watching her worriedly when Sabé flipped the comm on. "Are
you all right? You did get sleep, right?"
Sabé nodded. "You woke me up," she said a little accusingly.
"How's Obi-Wan?" Padmé asked.
Sabé felt a small smile creep up her lips. "He's much better. He woke up
after you left, and I got him to talk to me."
"The Council is expected to arrive later this day. I'll comm you when
they're ship is in sight. Do you think Obi-Wan is ready to greet them?"
Sabé shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. We'll take it as it comes, I guess.
I'll be there no matter what though."
"Good. I'll leave you to it then. Do you want me to send a droid up with
something to eat?"
Sabé nodded. "That's a good idea. If he doesn't eat it willingly, I can
always force it down his throat. He needs to eat. He's still weak from the
Padmé looked ready to ask more information, but she must have decided it
was none of her business. She smiled softly at Sabé. "You should eat too,
Sabé. Don't focus on recovering Jedi Kenobi so much that you can't take
care of yourself."
"I'll be sure to eat something," Sabé promised. She wasn't the least bit
hungry, but she knew Padmé was right. "Is there going to be a celebration?"
"A parade in honor of all of the great warriors," Padmé said, a gleam in
her eye. "It's going to be wonderful. Qui-Gon's funeral is first and
foremost though, and it will take place as soon as possible."
Sabé smiled at that. Good, Obi-Wan needed to heal, and the sooner he saw
his Master's body honored the sooner he could lick his wounds. "Thank you
for everything, Padmé. Are the holo-reporters terrible?"
Padmé sighed. "Somehow word got out that Qui-Gon Jinn died. People have
been piling in for the funeral already, and I'm sure more will come. At
least half of them are reporters."
"Don't let them in to his funeral."
Sabé whirled around to see Obi-Wan sitting on the edge of the bed,
listening intentively. "I don't want to dishonor him in that way," Obi-Wan
"Good morning, Jedi Kenobi," Padmé said in a formal tone. "How are you
Obi-Wan grimaced at the tone of her voice, but he smiled just slightly for
her. "I'm doing well, Your Highness. How has the Senate reacted to the
"Quite well," Padmé answered. "The Newly Elected Chancellor Palpatine is on
his way to participate in the ceremonies we will have honoring those that
died. He has formally apologized for the entire Senate for delaying to act
and leading us to war. He knows we are a peaceful people, and he blames the
Senate for every death of our people."
"Surely you corrected him," Sabé said. "He is too kind and compassionate to
feel for our people so greatly. We must have a reception to welcome him."
"You're sounding like the handmaiden, Sabé," Padmé said, wincing. "I hate
it when you do that."
"Sorry," Sabé mumbled.
"You must remember, Sabé, that first and foremost you are my friend. Always
treat me as such unless otherwise indicated." Padmé gave her handmaiden a
bright, brilliant smile. "I'll leave you to Jedi Kenobi now, and I to my
own tasks. Good bye to both of you."
"Bye," Sabé said softly as she turned off the comm unit. She felt Obi-Wan's
eyes on her, and she turned around slowly. "Are you all right?"
"I'm better than I was," Obi-Wan admitted. He looked a little bit
uncomfortable, and he cleared his throat in a very Obi-Wan-like fashion.
"Thanks for that."
"I was only trying to help," Sabé said. She studied Obi-Wan openly. "Is
there anything else you want to talk about? I'm always here to listen and
take some of the burden onto my own shoulders."
Obi-Wan smiled slightly. "Thank you for that as well. I've never . . ." Obi-
Wan looked down, and his eyes seemed unusually shiny. "Except for Qui-Gon,
I've never met anyone like you, Sabé. Thank you for being a true friend,
someone who does not and will not give up on me; someone who would give
their life just to keep me safe . . ." Obi-Wan trailed off again, obviously
thinking about Qui-Gon. "I just hope that you can see me in the same
Sabé felt a wave of emotion beginning in her heart and spreading throughout
her body. She closed the gap between them and laid a hand down on his
shoulder. He looked up at her, and their eyes met. "Of course I look at you
in the same way, Obi-Wan. You are a true and dear friend. I believe that
you would also lay down your life for me."
"I would," Obi-Wan agreed strongly, his eyes turning the brilliant shade of
blue that she recognized as him feeling particularly happy or joy-filled.
The tender moment between two friends was broken as the comm unit went off
again. Sabé rolled her eyes and walked back to the screen to turn it on
again. Instead of Padmé, a little boy with lost, blue eyes was looking at
"Hello, Anakin," Sabé said softly. She heard a rustling of sheets behind
her. "What may I help you with?"
"Is Obi-Wan there?" Anakin gulped, his eyes bright. "Padmé told me that he
was staying with you, and I . . . I wanted to talk to him."
Sabé turned around to call to Obi-Wan. She realized what that rustling of
sheets had been. Obi-Wan was underneath the blankets, breathing evenly,
obviously faking sleep to keep from speaking to the boy. Sabé felt a little
angry at him, but she didn't let that show up on her face when she turned
back to Anakin with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Ani, but he's still
asleep. He had a terrible fight yesterday, and I don't want to wake him."
"The one with Qui-Gon?" Anakin asked softly, his voice trembling.
Sabé nodded. "Yes. Perhaps if you try comming here in another hour or so
he'll be up and about. If not, I'm sure you can see him when we greet the
Jedi who are arriving today."
"Okay. Thank you, Sabé," Anakin said.
"Good bye, Ani," Sabé said, turning the screen off. She whirled around and
strode heavily to the bed. Obi-Wan had sat up by this point, but she poked
him hard in the chest. "You're a lousy excuse for a man," she spat. "That
little boy was in *tears*. Couldn't you have taken at least a minute out of
your time to comfort him? He obviously needed to speak to you."
"Comfort *him*?" Obi-Wan repeated incredulously. He shook his head. "Why
should he need to be comforted? He knew Qui-Gon for a week, I've known him
for over a decade."
"Anakin grew up with only his mother caring for him. He was ripped away
from her and his home, thrust into a new life full of blasters. He was
rejected by the Jedi Council, and he was rejected by *you*. The only people
who have made him feel welcome are Padmé and Qui-Gon. Now Qui-Gon is dead."
"Really? I'd forgotten," Obi-Wan bit sarcastically.
Sabé sat down on the side of the bed, feeling guilty suddenly. "I'm sorry,
Obi-Wan," she said softly. "I know that Qui-Gon was like your father. You
shouldn't be expected to comfort anyone right now."
"It's okay," Obi-Wan said quickly. He gave her a crooked half-grin. "I know
how women are about little boys with wide, innocent eyes. Even I find
myself sucked into them at times. Completely against my will, of course."
"Of course," Sabé agreed, a twinkle in her eye.
Obi-Wan sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "Sabé, do you know what
Qui-Gon's last words were?"
Sabé shook her head but kept quiet. She knew this was something extremely
important. She put a hand on top of one of Obi-Wan's, hoping she was
offering him at least some comfort.
"He wanted me to train Anakin. I promised him I would," Obi-Wan said. The
hurt in his deep blue eyes was apparent as he looked up at Sabé. "I'm not
going to break that promise, but . . . it hurts. I mean, I never expect Qui-
Gon Jinn's last breath to be something childish such as 'I love you', but .
Sabé nodded, understanding. He didn't need to say anymore. She crawled the
rest of the way on the bed and curved into Obi-Wan's side, rubbing his
chest soothingly with her free hand. "I know. You feel as if he doesn't
care about you. As if he truly did replace you with Anakin. He never could
have though. Even if Anakin became his Padawan in your place, that bond of
true companionship and love could never be replaced. Not even by a little
boy with wide, blue, innocent eyes." She smiled slightly to herself,
wondering if Obi-Wan realized he often appeared the same way.
Obi-Wan chuckled softly at her lame attempt at humor. "I feel as if I keep
blundering 'thank you's, but at the same time I wonder if I'm getting it
across how truly thankful I really am."
Sabé used the hand on his chest for leverage, and she pulled herself up to
look down at him. "You're getting it across. I don't deserve to be thanked
anyway, I'm only doing what I should do as your friend."
"About that 'friend' thing," Obi-Wan began. Their eyes met, and Sabé felt
the familiar gravitational pull that always led her into Obi-Wan's arms,
helpless and desperate for his touch.
The spell was broken as the door opened, and Sabé jerked away, as if afraid
to be caught. She landed on the floor, but she was scatheless.
"Oh dear, oh my . . . I'm so sorry!"
Sabé smiled reassuringly at the protocol droid with a tray of food. "It's
fine. I was just surprised, that's all."
"You're sure you're okay?" Obi-Wan asked. He had climbed out of the bed to
help her up, and his brow was furrowed in worry.
"I said I was fine," Sabé said. She flashed him a quick smile. "It's gonna
take more than falling out of bed to hurt me. You should know that."
"I was requested to bring you this tray of breakfast. Do you have a
specific spot in which you would like me to place it?" the droid asked.
Sabé rolled her eyes at its choice of speach. "Yeah. There's a table in the
next room that should do fine."
Sabé looked up at Obi-Wan and attempted to find the remains of the moment
they'd been about to share moments before. "What was it you were saying
Obi-Wan smiled at her and took a step closer. His hand moved to her waist.
"There you are!" the droid said with enthusiasm as it walked back into the
bedroom. "I'll be sure and let Her Royal Highness know that you received
your food and all is well. I do hope that you en--"
"We will," Sabé interrupted reassuringly. "You're free to leave."
"Oh, my!" the droid cried in shock at her rudeness. It quickly scattered
out of the room, its hands moving wildly.
Sabé noticed with disappointment that Obi-Wan's hand was no longer at her
waist and that Obi-Wan was already moving to the next room. Apparently his
growling stomach was more important than that kiss they'd almost shared.
Sabé sighed deeply and followed after him.
* * * * *
"Tell me what you think of this formation," Saché said softly to Sabé,
gesturing to the holovid she was studying.
Sabé obediently watched the formation of pretend Gungans. Saché, being more
creative than the rest of the handmaidens, was putting the final touches on
the parade they were to have the next day. "It's simple enough for them to
understand," Sabé remarked dryly.
"Oh, I don't know. If all of them have the natural grace that Jar Jar
possesses, we might have a problem," Padmé said, smiling.
Saché looked horrified. "I have him leading the group!" she stated,
pointing to the single Gungan that was walking in front, arm around
another. "With Boss Nass."
"I'm sure he can handle it," Padmé said soothingly. "He--"
"Excuse me, Your Highness," a disembodied voice broke Padmé in mid-
Padmé picked a comlink off of the arm of her chair. "Yes?"
"There's someone here who says he wants to see Sabé," the man continued.
"Send him right in," Padmé said politely. She turned it off and grinned at
Saché and Yané. "You're going to meet Sabé's Jedi."
"How do you know that it's Obi-Wan?" Sabé said defiantly. "A *number* of
men come to see me all the time."
The doors buzzed open, and Obi-Wan stepped into the room. Sabé frowned at
Padmé. "It was a lucky guess."
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, I presume," Yané said, a bright smile on her face as she
held out her hand.
Obi-Wan slid the hood of his robes to his shoulders so that a bright,
lovely smile could be seen on his face. He shook her hand lightly, but his
gaze was on Sabé.
Sabé felt a smile permeate her own face. "You just got back from Master
Yoda, didn't you?" she asked.
Obi-Wan nodded eagerly.
"Does that smile mean what I think it means?" she continued.
Obi-Wan nodded again. Sabé let out a small shriek and rushed to him,
forgetting about how she should act around royalty. Obi-Wan caught her
around the waist, and she buried her face in his neck. "Cogratulations!"
Reluctantly, she pulled away from Obi-Wan, aware once more of the other
handmaidens and Padmé watching the scene. "What happened?"
"Jedi business," Obi-Wan said a little gruffly. "But I am, officially, a
Jedi Knight." He lowered his voice. "You were right, you know. The Sith
Lord was my final test."
"And you passed with flying colors!" Sabé announced. She saw the flicker in
his eyes, and she cupped his cheek gently. "If there was a way to have
prevented Master Jinn's death, you would have found it."
"I know," Obi-Wan said softly. He turned his head and kissed the soft,
sensitive skin of her wrist, keeping his blue eyes on her own. "Thank you
for getting it through my thick skull."
"It is rather large, isn't it?" Sabé commented, eyes twinkling.
"Excuse me, Master Kenobi," Padmé said, interrupting the couple. Obi-Wan's
gaze left Sabé's rather reluctantly, and he nodded at Padmé to continue.
"Do you know what is to become of Anakin Skywalker?"
Sabé smirked slightly, but she buried her face in Obi-Wan's shoulder to
hide it. Padmé was more concerned with the little boy from Tatooine than
she normally would be.
"He is to become my Padawan," Obi-Wan said. "I promised my Master that
much, and I will not fail him again."
Sabé felt the color drain from her face. She took Obi-Wan's arm and tugged
gently. "Let's go into the next room. Nobody's there, so we can talk
Obi-Wan looked down with a glimmer in his eyes that made Sabé's face flush.
She ignored it and pulled him towards the door. "I'll be just a minute,
"Take as long as you want," Padmé called out just as the doors slid open.
Sabé felt her face go even redder, and she shut the door as fast as she
could behind Obi-Wan and herself.
"Do you think it is wise to take Anakin as your Padawan?" Sabé asked
"What do you mean?"
"You do not feel comfortable with the boy," Sabé explained. "You feel . . .
resentful towards him."
"I can change that," Obi-Wan said defiantly.
"I believe you can, if you are determined enough," Sabé said. "But you must
remember that you haven't been the friendliest person to Anakin. You have
to build a bond of trust with him before you can ever expect to take him as
your Padawan. You should know from your experience with Qui-Gon that to say
Padawan is wrong. He will become your adopted son, and you will become his
adopted father. The bond you must share can't be based on uncertainty."
Obi-Wan sighed, listening to her words. "You're always right," he murmered.
He raked a hand through his hair impatiently. "I'm going to talk to him on
the way back. I want to make him feel comfortable. I know I'm going to be
the only person he knows for a long time now."
"When are you leaving Naboo?" Sabé asked softly, trying to hide her hurt.
"After the celebrations. The Council thinks it wise for us to stay in honor
of Qui-Gon's death," Obi-Wan said. He stepped closer to Sabé and cupped her
chin gently, tilting her head upwards to look directly at him. "You and I
both know that we have to part. We are work-oriented people, Sabé. We work
to make this galaxy a better place. We can't pretend that isn't so because
of a minor attraction."
"Minor?" Sabé echoed indignantly. "A minor attraction?" She narrowed her
eyes, and snaked her hand to his neck. Without another word, she pulled his
lips down to her own and kissed him with as much passion as she could
muster. When she felt she had shown him, she let go abruptly and stepped
out of his grasp. "You call that minor?" she asked shakily between deep
Obi-Wan smirked. "I might need a little more convincing."
"Well get your convincing somewhere else. You've offended me," Sabé said,
keeping her back to him.
"Somewhere else, eh?"
"Don't even think about it, buddy," Sabé warned. She turned around, a smile
on her face. "I'd like to keep you all to myself."
"I think I might be able to arrange that," Obi-Wan said softly.
"Mmm . . . really?" Sabé murmered. She walked into his embrace again, her
hand tracing an unkown pattern on his chest as she gazed up at him. "I
think I'd like that."
Obi-Wan leaned down and caught her lips with his own. This kiss wasn't like
the passion-frenzied ones they'd shared before. It was slow and luxurious.
Sabé felt it all the way down to her curled toes. The kiss inevitably
ended, and Sabé broke away gently.
"Obi-Wan . . . what were you going to say to me before?" Sabé asked. "When
you found out that I wasn't the Queen."
Obi-Wan frowned. "Sabé, I'm leaving in a few days. Do you really want me to
. . .?"
"Yes," Sabé said firmly.
Obi-Wan nodded. His hands clenched tightly at her waist. "I think you know
I'm interested in you as more than a friend."
"No, really?" Sabé said sarcastically.
"I think . . ." Obi-Wan leaned down and kissed her softly. He seemed to
contemplate something. Then he kissed her again. This time he left his lips
against hers so that they brushed together with his next words. "I think I
might be in love with you."
Sabé felt her stomach do a strange dance, and she felt happier than she
knew it was possible to be. Without any hesitation, she pressed her mouth
against his. This time she knew the feeling that was behind the kiss; that
pure, utter devotion that nearly brought tears to her eyes. She pulled away
from him abruptly.
"You've got to stop doing that," Obi-Wan groaned, closing his arms around
her to bring her closer again.
Sabé put two firm hands on his chest, keeping her lips just out of reach.
"You don't even want to hear what I have to say?"
Obi-Wan shook his head stubbornly. "No."
"I love you too, you know," Sabé said, ignoring him.
Obi-Wan smiled at her. "I know," he replied in a voice full of male pride.
Sabé brought her hand up as if to hit him, but he caught it and used the
leverage to pull her close against his body once more. This time she came
willingly and went limp against him as their lips met not for the first or
the last time.
* * * * *
Later that same day, Obi-Wan found himself in a room so utterly quiet it
nearly hurt his ears. The only sound was the cackling of the flames,
devouring his Master's body in a symbol of high honor. Obi-Wan felt proud
of his Master, proud of the fact that so many people had come to honor him.
Everyone's eyes were on the old man's body, immersed in flames. The air was
one of hurt and pain, but there was also respect and a promise of healing
He heard a sniffle beside him, and Obi-Wan looked down to see Anakin,
crying softly. Obi-Wan placed a hand on his shoulder. He thought about what
he had said to Sabé and decided that now was as good a time as any to start
a bond with the small child. He needed comfort, and Obi-Wan was finally at
a place where he could offer it. "He is one with the Force now, Anakin. You
must let him go," he said softly, hoping that they weren't disturbing
Anakin shook his head against the words, stubbornly refusing to accept
them. "I miss him," he whispered brokenly.
Obi-Wan nodded. He understood more than Anakin could comprehend. "I miss
him too. And I will remember him always. But he is gone."
Anakin wiped the tears from his face. He seemed to listen to Obi-Wan now,
and he looked up at the Jedi Knight with a mixture of fear and . . .
wonder. Obi-Wan felt a little guilty. He really had given the boy reason to
think he disliked him. "What will happen to me now?" Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan's hand tightened on his shoulder. "I will train you, just as Qui-
Gon would have done," he said softly, finding an odd sense of peace with
the words. "I am your new Master, Anakin. You will study with me, and you
will become a Jedi Knight, I promise you."
Anakin straightened, looking stronger and more at ease. "Thank you, Obi-
Wan," he whispered softly.
Obi-Wan squeezed his shoulder again, then let go. He was smiling at the
boy, glad that he had done the right thing for once.
Very well done, Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan's smile grew as he searched for Sabé in as subtle a manner as he
could. One of the handmaidens with Padmé had moved her hood for just a
second so that he could see the proud smile, granted in his direction. Do
you think we're going to be all right?
Yes, I do, Sabé replied. You have proven to me in the past few days that
I will never meet anyone as strong as you are. Anakin is lucky to have you
as his Master.
Thank you, Sabé, Obi-Wan said, letting his emotions travel to her through
a Force tendril. Not just for encouraging me with Anakin, but for
everything you've done in these past days. I don't know what I would be
like if I didn't have your strength . . . not to mention your knack for
saying exactly what you think.
It's a good think I'm a pretty smart lady, huh?
I wouldn't go that far . . .
Obi-Wan chuckled softly in his head. We'd better go back to honoring Qui-
Gon. I doubt he'd appreciate us joking around at his funeral.
Somehow I doubt that too.
* * * * *
The celebrations carried out smoothly, and Obi-Wan was so caught up in them
that he barely had any time to speak to Sabé alone. At a ball late into the
night, he was granted a dance with the woman he loved, but with the risk of
the Council becoming suspicious, he tried not to let his feelings show.
The next day, the Council had already left on a special ship. Obi-Wan had
spoken to Mace Windu alone, asking if he could return with Anakin on a
seperate ship, explaining that he needed to extend the bond between him and
the boy. The Council had agreed, and the Nubian government kindly offered
Obi-Wan a ship to take.
Obi-Wan and Anakin stood just outside of it, waiting for the Queen and her
handmaidens to arrive for a final farewell. Just when they were getting
tired of standing stiffly, the doors to the main hanger opened, and Queen
Amidala walked down the length of the hanger, her handmaidens trailing
"Jedi Kenobi, Jedi Skywalker," Padmé began, smiling when she came across
Anakin's new title. "It has been a great honor to have had you in my
security, and my life is forever in debt to you."
Obi-Wan snorted just slightly. "Do you have to be so formal?"
Padmé burst out laughing. "Of course not. I'm sorry." She smiled first at
Obi-Wan. "I'll thank you here and now so that you can take Sabé away for a
few private minutes."
Obi-Wan flushed, but he nodded his gratitude.
"And, you," Padmé said, looking down at Anakin. She leaned down on her
knees and threw her arms around Anakin's small body.
Before Obi-Wan could witness anymore, he was dragged off to the side by
Sabé. She had a sad look on her face as they hid on the side of the ship,
using it to shield their presence.
"We'll meet again," Obi-Wan said reassuringly. He couldn't bear to see her
so sad. "I promise you that."
"I hope you're right," Sabé said. She smiled slightly. "Remember what you
said about staying mine and only mine."
"How could I forget? You've tainted me; I haven't looked at another woman
since I first kissed you," Obi-Wan said in a gently teasing voice. He
brought his hand up to her hair and frowned. "When we *do* meet again, can
you stop hiding your hair in these ridiculous head pieces?"
"I'll try and remember," Sabé said. She leaned up and kissed him softly.
"I'm going to miss you."
"But you have things to do, and I have things to do. Like we promised, when
the time comes that there are no restrictions holding us back, we *will*
find a way to be together. Now just isn't that time," Obi-Wan said.
"Give me a kiss to tide me over until then, okay?"
"Do you even have to ask?" Obi-Wan muttered. He used the hand at the back
of her neck to pull her in closer, dragging his other to her waist to keep
her pressed against him. Obi-Wan kissed her gently at first, but it quickly
became more passionate. Minutes must have passed by, and Obi-Wan ticked the
seconds off reluctantly. He never wanted to leave Sabé's arms, but he knew
that they couldn't stay there forever.
Obi-Wan pulled away slightly and placed a few pecks on her lips that he
couldn't resist. He rested his forehead against hers. "I do love you, Sabé.
Don't forget that."
"I won't. Even if we meet in fifty years, I won't ever forget it," Sabé
"Good," Obi-Wan replied. He kissed her lightly again, and they retreated
from the side of the ship to see everyone waiting patiently for them.
Padmé stuck her hand out gracefully as Sabé returned to her place beside
Yané. "Thank you once more, Obi-Wan. You must remember that the Naboo
welcome you graciously whenever you need a place to stay."
"I'll keep that in mind," Obi-Wan said dryly. "Good bye, Padmé."
"Good bye," she said. Her eyes darkened suddenly, and she grabbed onto Obi-
Wan's arm, keeping him from following his Padawan into the ship. "Take good
care of Anakin for me, okay?"
"I will," Obi-Wan agreed softly. He placed a hand over Padmé's on his arm
and squeezed reassuringly. Then she let go, and he walked up the ramp into
the small ship they were in. The ramp closed behind him, and he saw that
Anakin was the one who had done it. A proud smile lit up Obi-Wan's face.
"You learn fast, don't you."
Anakin beamed under the praise. "The pilot, Ric, taught me some things when
we were flying back to Naboo," he confided.
"You're going to be a great pilot someday, Anakin, even better than you are
now. I'm prouder than you can imagine to be the one chosen to train you."
"It's going to be really wizard to train with you too, Master Kenobi,"
Anakin said in a true boyish fashion.
Obi-Wan smiled and placed a hand on his Padawan's back, leading him to the
front of the ship. "You can call me Obi-Wan, Anakin. I may be your Master,
but I'm also your friend."
Anakin smiled at Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan found himself smiling back down at
Anakin. He reflected on everything that had happened since they were
requested to protect the Queen. It seemed a lifetime ago; his life had
changed so much. He thought back to Sabé's words on the trip back to Naboo.
**I have a feeling that things are going to change considerably in this
battle, and I'm not sure if all of the changes will be for the better.**
Obi-Wan glanced over at Anakin again. Maybe not all of the changes *had*
been good, but they had lead to an outcome that was more than Obi-Wan could
imagine. He felt content with his life, and instead of hurt at Qui-Gon's
death, all he felt was peace and happiness. He should be celebrating that
his Master had become one with the Force.
"Obi-Wan, the ship is ready," Anakin said meaningfully.
Obi-Wan realized that he had been staring stupidly for a minute or so while
Anakin scanned the ship's controls.
"Do you want to try and start it up?"
Anakin's eyes lit up. "Really?" he asked in awe.
Obi-Wan smiled. "Really," he confirmed. He gestured to the controls. "Come
on. Let's go home, Ani."
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Author's Note: First, I must thank lt_ketch09 for helping me with plot and
characterization. There were a few major holes that might never have been
filled if it weren't for her, so everyone give her a big hand. Second, I
want to thank all of you who have reviewed. I really enjoyed writing this
series, and it makes it all the more worth while that you enjoyed reading
it. And, just as a side note, if you liked this, I have a sequel that I
should be posting soon. Look out for it if you enjoyed this one. The next
one has my own plot, instead of taking TPM and adding extra little scenes,
so it might be a little bit more fun to read. The title will be Chained to
You - Book Two: Pieces of the Puzzle if you needed to know. Thank you once
again -- all of you!
~Haley J. The Bat
P.S. This chapter was proof that I *can* finish a series. ;)