A/N: I don't know what this is. I just found it on my hard drive.

Obi-Wan glanced up at the woman who had taken the seat beside him. Siri was the love of his life. Nothing could possibly compare to the love he felt for her. But it could never be expressed, and nothing in the galaxy could hurt him more.

He often wondered if she still loved him, as he still loved her. He could see little glimmers in her eyes every-so-often, but really, it meant nothing. It could just be a memory arising out the dust of life. He knew that she must have realised that he still loved her. He could not hide his feelings, at least, not feelings that were this intense. It was impossible. He was a Jedi, not superman.

Reality came back to him in biting array. "Obi-Wan, are you ok? You spaced out for a second there."

He forced a smile, and a nonchalant tone. "I'm fine. I just remembered something that I have to do later today. Sorry."

She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. "Don't be. I can't imagine what it would be like, being on the Council. It must be stressful, especially with a Padawan like Anakin."

"Actually, Anakin's a knight, now."

"No way! Really? It must be nice to finally be rid of him." She winked at him, and he almost wished it was for a different reason, a more adult reason.

"I'm afraid I couldn't get rid of him that easily. The Council, in their infinite wisdom, decided that we work too well together to split us up. I know that we do work well together, but I can't help but feel it would be good for both of us if we were given separate assignments." He sighed.

She gave him a quizzical look. "Then why don't you request that?"

"Are you kidding? Anakin would never have it. He's obsessed with making sure I'm ok. It's like I'm some fragile little statue that needs to be encased in foam rubber before I'm allowed to move more than an inch."

"It frustrates you."

He merely looked at her, reading her expression. "Yes."

"I wonder what else frustrates the ever patient Obi-Wan Kenobi?"

He could not be sure, but he could have sworn that there was a seductive tone to her voice. Her normally biting tone had turned somewhat sultry. "A good many things," he smiled: he hadn't felt this relaxed in a while.

"Oh really? Well, mind if I take a bit of a tour of discovery and find out what those things are?" She was leaning close to him. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek, and could not suppress a shudder.

"Not at all."