Chapter Twenty-Two

Anakin's form moved across the desert plain heading towards his ship beyond their home as Obi-Wan and Padmé watched him leave.

An array of emotions swirled through Obi-Wan's mind as he glanced up into the Tatooine sky just now beginning to change with the colors of the suns' setting.

Still stunned by Anakin's words, his eyes focused on a small point of brightly colored light in the distance just before a loud boom echoed through the valley, a large prism of colors bursting forth, rocketing toward him. As the colors of blue, red, purple and green wrapped around him, Obi-Wan was aware of an acute dizziness just before he felt himself fall to the ground.

Flashes of memories of his life passed before his eyes in random order and in random shades.

He saw everything. Everything that he was wondering about, everything that he didn't know.

And he remembered it all.

Saving Shmi from Tatooine. Helping her rally support for the abolishment of slavery on the planet, thus opening up a door for Tatooine's admittance to the Republic, with Shmi ultimately being elected as its senatorial ambassador. The Jedi becoming involved to banish the Hutts and establish a government on the desert planet, with he and Anakin being assigned to the mission.

He remembered the bond he shared with his apprentice. A different bond than the one they had shared before. They were much closer, trusting, honest, and open with one another. They shared a brotherly love that went both ways this time. Anakin told him everything.

His apprentice had approached him with the knowledge of Palpatine's treason and together they approached the council, and together they defeated him and rejoiced when his attempts at overthrowing the Republic were thwarted.

He saw Anakin approach the Jedi Council and vehemently argue the Code with them concerning the rule of attachments. Traced along a ribbon of green, he heard Yoda's reticent reply that for the Jedi Master who had defeated a sith warrior and discovered and arrested a sith lord, surely they could make an exception.

And allow Padmé and Obi-Wan to marry.

In shades of blue, he saw their wedding on Naboo, Anakin standing up as his best man with a broad smile on his face. His happiness for them was apparent. It seemed that his affection for Padmé was diverted to be one of friendship and a firm loyalty similar to a sibling relationship.

He remembered his honeymoon, the feel of Padmé's soft skin beneath his calloused hands, the sweet smell of her, the warmth of her body as he held her, the moans escaping them both as he entered her. The words they spoke in passion. And then the words she spoke a year later and the joy shared when they discovered they were to have a child.


Her voice once more rang in his ears, and Obi-Wan struggled to rid himself of the invasion of colors and visions that were bombarding him, only to open his eyes to a different type of vision. His heart leapt in his chest as he realized that this vision was real. She was real. And she was his.

"Obi-Wan! Are you okay?"

"Yes. I think so. I got a little dizzy."

Padmé helped as best she could to get him to his feet. "You haven't gotten dizzy since the first few months of the pregnancy, during all that awful morning sickness. I think you're the only man who truly understands what it feels like to be pregnant." She teased until noticing the look that her husband was giving her, and then she sobered quickly.

"What is it?"

Obi-Wan shakily reached up and caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb. "Nothing." He whispered, his emotions almost choking him. "It's just that I love you. I love you so much."

A small surprised grin turned up Padmé's mouth until it was covered with Obi-Wan's in a kiss that was anything but chaste. It was probing, demanding, insistent, and lengthened until Padmé experienced her own dizziness and her legs threatened to give out beneath her. Responding to her need for oxygen, Obi-Wan pulled back and quickly drew her into a strong embrace.

Padmé chuckled into his shoulder and Obi-Wan released her just enough so that she could glance up into his face.

"What?" He asked her.

"You haven't kissed me like that in weeks."

"Well. I'm just making up for lost time." Obi-Wan replied as he dropped a kiss to the top of her head and keeping one arm about her waist, turned them both to watch the sunset.

The sky was filling with the oranges, yellows, and pinks that typically made up a Tatooine sunset, with the blue of the daytime sky making its retreat above. Just as the last of the blue shade disappeared, the face of Qui-Gon Jinn made it's appearance within it, a loving smile revealed on his face. Obi-Wan smiled back in response and breathed deeply in contentment, before his Master's face vanished along with the day.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Padmé commented in a whisper.

Obi-Wan leaned his head over and placed a gentle kiss to his wife's temple.

"It's perfect."


AN: Wow. Thanks for the response to this story everybody. I seem to have struck a chord in some of you concerning the possibilities of Obi-Wan changing his past.

I had such a good time writing this fic. Thanks again for your support and be sure to follow me on over to Wayward Desire. : )