Title: A New Order
Characters: Obi-Wan, Siri, Anakin, Padme, Yoda, Mace Windu, Adi Gallia, others including OCs
Timeframe: AU, six years after the end of the Clone Wars
Summary: Anakin fulfiled the prophecy of the Chosen One and defeated the Sith, ending the Clone Wars, but many Jedi were lost and now the Order struggles to make changes and redefine itself. Obi-Wan and Siri deal with the drastic changes brought about in the Jedi Order.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to George Lucas or Jude Watson. I own nothing.
A/N: A plot bunny came to me and I just started writing. I have an idea where this story is going to go, but I don't have it outlined or even completely thought out, so it is definitely a work in progress. I thought I would try to work with my muse chapter by chapter this time and see what happens so bear with me. (This story is probably going to lean more towards fluff and romantic comedy and angst will be kept to a minimum)
"Good Morning, Master Kenobi," a very familiar female voice said, as Obi-Wan exited his quarters.
Obi-Wan turned towards the voice and smiled as he saw Siri step out of her quarters, the door adjacent to his. "Good morning to you, Master Tachi."
"Going strait to the Council room or do you have time for breakfast?" she inquired as together they walked towards the turbo lift.
"Breakfast sounds good, but there is an early meeting this morning and I don't have much time."
"More discussions about all the changes that have taken place in the Order and what to do about public relations? Honestly, I don't envy you your position on the Council, Obi-Wan."
Pausing for the turbo lift, Obi-Wan answered. "It isn't always a pleasant job. So many things have changed since the Clone Wars and we have had no choice but to make allowances and adjustments. Hopefully, when it is all over there will be a good combination of the old and the new."
The doors slid open and the two Jedi stepped into the empty lift. "I just don't think I would ever have the patience for a Council position. Not to mention that everyone else would not appreciate my views on most issues." Siri smiled mischievously.
"I'm not sure if the problem is your views or your stubbornness."
As the doors of the turbo lift closed and the mechanism hummed to life, Obi-Wan reached a hand forward and placed it on Siri's extended abdomen.
"You have another med clinic visit today?"
"Now that I'm past the eighth month, I have to go there weekly."
"I can't believe you're already in the final month. Seems like yesterday this little one got started." Obi-Wan grinned.
Siri knowingly returned the grin. "You ready for labor and delivery?"
"I don't believe there is such a thing as being ready. I can be as prepared as possible and you still do something completely surprising in the delivery room. The last time you threatened to remove something vital of mine."
"I obviously changed my mind." Siri giggled. "It was the intensity of the moment. Nothing personal, Obi-Wan."
"Speaking of personal, have you thought any more about my proposal?"
Siri frowned. "We've been through this before, too. I just don't see a need to change anything. I like the arrangement the way it is."
"I understand," Obi-Wan answered as the lift came to a stop on his floor and the doors swooshed open. "I'll try to come down for the appointment."
"The appointment is at 0900. Then I thought I would go to see the boys. You can always catch me at any mealtime and this afternoon I will be watching the initiates in the training room, since I've been asked to consider taking on a second padawan. Somewhere in between all of that I have to find Trace, the padawan I'm currently committed to and oversee his latest assignment."
Now it was Ob-Wan's turn to frown. "You definitely have a full day. I have the feeling it will be late tonight before I see you again."
"That's the way it usually works. Hopefully, though, it will be a good day for both of us."
Obi-Wan stepped off the lift and the doors closed behind him. Siri leaned forward and pushed the button that would take her to the lower levels in the Temple.