Yay, the end has come. I'd like to thank all of you who have been so patient over the last year and some months. A fond thanks goes out to Cammy who has trudged through this whole thing from beginning to end.

And a hearty apology to those who have waited so long for the final chapter, would you believe I had the first 1,000 words of this chapter written three days after the last chapter posted? I just couldn't seem to finish it.


With a nervous tread, Anakin Solo paced back and forth in a small room. It was painted with soft yellow and white colors and made to calm, but it did not ease any of his internal energy. His excitement was so great that even Obi-Wan had left, unable to deal with the fidgeting of his former apprentice.

Anakin closed his eyes and tried to focus his attention on something other than the ceremony that was about to happen in a few short minutes.

In the last four months, great changes had gone through the New Republic. Mace Windu and Bant had been put in charge of the rehabilitation of the cloned Jedi who were not yet able to join society. Callista may have had some unusual powers over them that had faded the instant that she had died, but that did not mean that all had instantly been well. Many had had their minds tampered with for so long that they truly believed what she had told them or were mentally unstable.

So, the Republic had set aside a small patch of land on a somewhat isolated planet for the former Jedi to recuperate on. Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Yoda were busy assimilating the other cloned Jedi into the New Order.

Xanatos, ironically enough, was finally being subjected to the one thing he had always avoided: a trial. To add to his humiliation, he was in fact, being held in the same jail cell as Ani had been.

Ani, was working closely with the Republic armies to bolster non-force sensitive's defenses should there ever be a need to fight against another insurgence of force adepts.

Lando, of course, was well recompensed for his part in the defeat of Callista and was off investing it into his latest business scheme. Siri had opted to join Lando out near the edges of space as a representative of the Jedi Order.

Jaina, after nearly killing her brother and her grandfather for the Gungans that showed up at her place instead of Obi-Wan's, had made up with the afore mentioned Jedi Master and was continuously confounding him with her female logic.

And that brought Anakin back to his original nervousness. For his next contemplation would be what had happened to him. In a fit of insanity (so Obi-Wan told him) or a fit of genius (as Ani had told him) or a moment of sheer stupidity (ad the rest of the unmarried men he knew had claimed) Anakin Solo had proposed to Tahiri.

It all went downhill after that. Wedding plans, doting mothers, sighing sisters, Obi-Wan glaring at him every time Jaina casually mentioned that Obi-Wan had managed to have three apprentices reach the altar before him, more wedding plans, parties, wedding plans: until it all came down to this day. In a few short moments, Anakin Solo was about to get married.

He was scared witless.

He did not recall being this scared ever in his life. Not when Callista had abducted him. Not when facing certain death. Not when he had to meet his old family. Not even when Tahiri had been pushed over that railing. No, this was absolutely terrifying, for one little "no" would have the total ability to shatter his entire existence.

Obi-Wan, of course, had promptly told his apprentice that he was overreacting and that he should release his energy into the Force.


Anakin shook his head. Wait until it was Obi-Wan's turn. They would see just how calm "Old Ben" was then.


Obi-Wan, meanwhile, was striding over to where Tahiri was finishing her preparations. He almost turned back. As bad as Anakin's anxiety was, hers was worse.

For a brief moment, he regretted ever saying yes to those big apprentice eyes practically begging him to do this. He wasn't quite sure which apprentice's pair of eyes they were. He'd been stuck in a room with all of them when someone casually mentioned that Tahiri was an orphan. Which, of course, meant she did not have anyone to escort her down the aisle.

It had been a problem of course, but not one that he had anticipated being the solution to. Apparently, the Skywalker gene thought differently. The room had gone quiet and he found himself being subjected to three apprentices' stares. Leia, being the mother of the groom, had been the actual Skywalker to suggest that he should escort Tahiri, but it had been those three pairs of blue eyes that had convinced him to actually say yes.

Obi-Wan muttered under his breath. He had hated weddings when he was a young padawan running around officiating at them for political reasons. Now he actually participating in one, in some horridly expensive formal outfit to boot. It also had not escaped his notice that it did solve a very pressing problem of the seating arrangements. After all, Han Solo was the father of the groom, but Obi-Wan had technically raised the boy. This whole arrangement was a perfect political arrangement.

And it bothered Obi-Wan because deep down inside, if he had not been a Jedi, he probably would have been a political anarchist for the sheer pleasure of disrupting every boring, pompous, old windbag of a senator he had ever met. At least, that was what he consoled himself with as he walked towards his doom.

With a sigh of a martyr, he asked permission to enter the dressing room that Tahiri was waiting in, and he found exactly what he had expected. The bride was sitting dejectedly on a stool convincing herself that she was fat, ugly, and that her beloved poopsie would never actually marry her.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. Every wedding he had ever been to he had had to do the same thing over and over.

The crux of the problem was that Obi-Wan had foolishly shown an adeptness for convincing the bride to get up and begin her "trip to everlasting happiness," a fact that Qui-Gon had used to his full advantage whenever their missions had sent them to officiate at any sort of bonding ceremony. Thus, he found himself not only participating in the horrid event called a wedding, but he was also having to talk the bride into actually getting married.

Obi-Wan smiled warmly at the dejected soon-to-be bride, "Well, now, what are al the tears about?"

Tahiri looked up at him with big, round eyes, "I can't get married."

Forcing himself not to roll his eyes up the ceiling, Obi-Wan placed his hand comfortingly on her shoulder, "Why not?"

"Because, I'm fat and ugly, and He'll just run away the instant he sees me."

Obi-Wan raised one eyebrow to stare at her. Fat and ugly were words associated with Hutts, but he knew that those were not the right words at this particular moment.

"Tahiri," he began calmly, "You are not fat nor are you ugly, and even if you were, Anakin would love you for eternity anyway. The two of you are going to begin on an everlasting adventure of happiness today. Though there may be sorrow, I am certain neither of you will ever regret it."

Tahiri smiled slightly, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Obi-wan smiled back, "Now, why don't you fix up your makeup so we can get started?"

Obi-Wan patted Tahiri's shoulder again before moving to the corner of the room to wait. Jaina stood quietly near by in her maid of honor dress making exaggerated gagging motions in reply to Obi-Wan's speech. In response, he gave into his long desired eye roll and stuck his tongue out at her.


The wedding went beautifully after that. Obi-Wan escorted the barefoot bride down the soft velvet aisle to her beaming groom. Unexpectedly, there were no attacks. There were no death threats, and the press actually behaved themselves.

As a result, the reception was even more joyous than normal. Obi-Wan smiled as he watched Anakin dance with his new wife, the soft lighting making them look even more luminous together. A soft tap on his shoulder announced the presence of another.

Turning, Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon offering him another drink. He grinned and grabbed it from his former Master.

Qui-Gon smiled, "I knew that you would need one. Your opinion of weddings is not exactly a favorable one."

"I believe it is the overabundance of glowing happiness. Look at them, they're practically glowing. It is nauseating."

"Ah, Obi-Wan, surely you don't begrudge them their happiness."

"Never, I just dislike wearing incredibly expensive and uncomfortable robes and listening to sickening speeches that nobody in their right mind would recite except when they are at one of these functions."

Qui-Gon chuckled, "Well, I can see that you are still the same person you were when you were only the apprentice to the most infamous master in the Order."

Obi-Wan smiled, "Was there ever any doubt of that?"

"Hmm, I think there were times that it was heartily wished."

"True, true."

Qui-Gon shook his head, "Seriously now, Obi-Wan. How do you feel about all of this?"

Obi-wan sighed, "I'm not quite sure. Everything has been a whirlwind in my life since I turned thirteen. Then it ended only to get started again when I got cloned. Now I'm running in unproven territory. Siri is off doing Force knows what with Lando. Mace and Bant are off rehabilitating Jedi. Master Yoda is floating between Mace and Luke's council. And you and I have to find a way to live with each other on that council. And."

"And in a few years, you're going to be stuck with another apprentice," Qui-Gon smirked.

"Not only another apprentice, another Skywalker. I think I'm addicted to them."

"Yes well, you are dating one now aren't you? Tell me, Padawan, what would happen if you ever decide to get married?"

Obi-Wan grinned, "I would most likely elope should I ever take that step."

Qui-Gon laughed, "I'm not sure you have enough courage to do something so politically rash."

"I think I do, I've been training Skywalkers for ages, haven't I? Besides weddings are supposed to be about you and your mate aren't they? I think I deserve some selfish desires in that area."

"Obi-Wan and selfish desires? What parallel universe have I stumbled into?" Ani grinned as he swaggered up to the two elder Jedi.

Obi-Wan grinned back, "One with promise, Ani. One with promise."

The End.


Yes, I know that I probably did not meet all your desires with the ending, but if I had, then we would be having another four chapters and I promised that this would be the last.

If you really, really wanted to see something, e-mail me, leave a note on my LJ (the link is on my writer's page) or put it in the review, and I might do a one shot sequel fic to try to solve something for your satisfaction.