Post by Liz Kenobi on Feb 13, 2009 17:05:39 GMT -5
Check on Oct 26 2011
Title: I'll Wait For You (It started with a kiss)
Author: Kenobi 2009
Notes: Chapter 1 of a possible multichapter fic.
After the cremation of my Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, I had wandered off to clear my head. I was secretly trying to regain my lost focus because it had disappeared as I watched him be cut down. I needed to find a place where I could mediate for awhile and regain my focus because I had an enormous task in front of me.
Instead, with every step I took, I found my Jedi discipline fleeting and my vision began to swim with unshed tears. The whole situation, the one that I took with typical Jedi calm, the one that everyone thought I was fine with, eat me up on the inside. Finally, in a moment of solitude, a tear rolled down my cheek.
I felt a pang of guilt and shame as the tear dropped from my eye onto my cheek. Surely Qui-Gon would scoff at a grown man, a young man he called his apprentice, crying at his loss and the sheer responsibility of training the Chosen One.
“Master Kenobi?” a soft, concerned voice asked from behind me.
I was unsure of whom would have followed me to my spot to mourn. I did not wish anyone to see me like this. They probably knew that I had spilled a few tears and wished to see how I was. I wiped away a few tears and turned to see who it was.
To my amazement, it was Queen Amidala herself.
I had forgotten my manners and procedures for a moment. I drew a blank about how to address royalty because of my grief. Quickly though, it returned. I bowed at the waist and spoke softly “Your Majesty...”
I saw her hold up her hand in a halting gesture. “You saved my people, Master Kenobi. I believe the least I can do for you is to allow informalities” she said in an equally soft tone.
My tear stained cheeks curved into a small smile. “I really did not do anything. I just defeated your would be assassin. Your people, the people of Naboo, Gungan and otherwise, saved your planet”
She looked at me and chuckled softly. I could not fathom what could have been remotely humorous about the situation. She seemed to have other ideas. “Humble, even now, huh?” she asked as she bridged the little gap between us. She was now standing right in front of me. I was thrown off balance by the move because I did not expect it. Something about the closeness bothered the Jedi side of me.
It was as if she read the thoughts I was trying to push deep down. “Qui-Gon was a good man, Obi-Wan” she began gently “While we were on Tatooine, I gave him a hard time. I argued with every choice he made. In the end, he showed me he was a good man. Every choice he made helped get us to this point. With a combined effort, Naboo is now free. At the cost of his own life” her gaze had been downwards but she finally looked up after she finished the last part and I looked into her eyes, holding her gaze.
"I never got to thank him. Now, I can only thank you. You would think it would be simple" she said, taking a deep breath and exhaling "It's not. Those two words seem inadequate"
Something in her tone of voice caused my heart to skip a beat. I did not understand why. It was as if, deep down in my heart, I hoped something could form between the Queen and I. Something beyond simple friendship. I hoped that perhaps this could be expanded on.
Banish those thoughts I admonished myself I'm a Jedi Knight. Such thoughts are beyond me..
Or at least I thought they were. Master Yoda had bestowed the title of Jedi Knight only a few hours ago. It was an overwhelming feeling, becoming a Jedi Knight, Qui-Gon's death and now the task of being Anakin Skywalker's mentor. Now I was developing feelings for the woman who I was swore to protect during the crisis. Was the feeling mutual?
"Qui-Gon would have said he was doing what he felt was right" I found myself saying "Thank you would have done it for him" Would it have? I wondered One can only assume.
"What about you?" she asked gently
My gaze had fallen from hers after the concept of something developing between us. I could not longer look into her eyes because all my mind thought about was how gorgeous they were. That in itself was a sign. I felt a slight touch under my chin that brought my gaze back to hers once more.
"What about you?" she repeated softly
I did not trust myself to answer. I needed to though.
"Your Highness" I said "What do you me..."
I was stopped as I felt her lips on mine. Her kiss was gentle at first, as though testing me to see if I would pull away or not. When she discovered that I would not pull away, she deepened the kiss and I was lost in the tide.
My perfect world came to an abrupt end as she pulled back gently. Even though her lips were no more than two inches from my own, the feeling of being worlds apart consumed me. Why did she stop? I asked myself. My heart was in my throat and I needed to say something.
"Padme.." I started to say but I was stopped by her index finger on my lips, indicating that I say no more.
"Your ship has arrived to take you back to Coruscant. I know the Jedi are known for their patience but I have been gone a little too long and I do not want any suspicion to fall on any of us. I just wanted to say thank you" she said
My whole body had gone numb. She had seen the arrival of my ship. Our meeting was coming to a fast close. I wanted, needed to tell her how I felt before I departed. She should know.
What do I say?
"Padme, don't leave me like this" I pleaded "It might be years before we see each other again. Why would you do that?"
Realization seemed to dawn on her as she let out a soft sigh. "I care about you, Obi-Wan. I felt you deserved to know that. I will think about you often. I want you to be happy"
I looked behind me for a moment to see the shuttle land. I felt Padme's lips on my cheek and the soft whisper, "Good-bye, Master Kenobi"
As I turned back to tell her farewell, to tell her to contact me when she had the free time and that I would miss her terribly, she was gone.
Title: I'll Wait For You (It started with a kiss)
Author: Kenobi 2009
Notes: Chapter 1 of a possible multichapter fic.
After the cremation of my Jedi Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, I had wandered off to clear my head. I was secretly trying to regain my lost focus because it had disappeared as I watched him be cut down. I needed to find a place where I could mediate for awhile and regain my focus because I had an enormous task in front of me.
Instead, with every step I took, I found my Jedi discipline fleeting and my vision began to swim with unshed tears. The whole situation, the one that I took with typical Jedi calm, the one that everyone thought I was fine with, eat me up on the inside. Finally, in a moment of solitude, a tear rolled down my cheek.
I felt a pang of guilt and shame as the tear dropped from my eye onto my cheek. Surely Qui-Gon would scoff at a grown man, a young man he called his apprentice, crying at his loss and the sheer responsibility of training the Chosen One.
“Master Kenobi?” a soft, concerned voice asked from behind me.
I was unsure of whom would have followed me to my spot to mourn. I did not wish anyone to see me like this. They probably knew that I had spilled a few tears and wished to see how I was. I wiped away a few tears and turned to see who it was.
To my amazement, it was Queen Amidala herself.
I had forgotten my manners and procedures for a moment. I drew a blank about how to address royalty because of my grief. Quickly though, it returned. I bowed at the waist and spoke softly “Your Majesty...”
I saw her hold up her hand in a halting gesture. “You saved my people, Master Kenobi. I believe the least I can do for you is to allow informalities” she said in an equally soft tone.
My tear stained cheeks curved into a small smile. “I really did not do anything. I just defeated your would be assassin. Your people, the people of Naboo, Gungan and otherwise, saved your planet”
She looked at me and chuckled softly. I could not fathom what could have been remotely humorous about the situation. She seemed to have other ideas. “Humble, even now, huh?” she asked as she bridged the little gap between us. She was now standing right in front of me. I was thrown off balance by the move because I did not expect it. Something about the closeness bothered the Jedi side of me.
It was as if she read the thoughts I was trying to push deep down. “Qui-Gon was a good man, Obi-Wan” she began gently “While we were on Tatooine, I gave him a hard time. I argued with every choice he made. In the end, he showed me he was a good man. Every choice he made helped get us to this point. With a combined effort, Naboo is now free. At the cost of his own life” her gaze had been downwards but she finally looked up after she finished the last part and I looked into her eyes, holding her gaze.
"I never got to thank him. Now, I can only thank you. You would think it would be simple" she said, taking a deep breath and exhaling "It's not. Those two words seem inadequate"
Something in her tone of voice caused my heart to skip a beat. I did not understand why. It was as if, deep down in my heart, I hoped something could form between the Queen and I. Something beyond simple friendship. I hoped that perhaps this could be expanded on.
Banish those thoughts I admonished myself I'm a Jedi Knight. Such thoughts are beyond me..
Or at least I thought they were. Master Yoda had bestowed the title of Jedi Knight only a few hours ago. It was an overwhelming feeling, becoming a Jedi Knight, Qui-Gon's death and now the task of being Anakin Skywalker's mentor. Now I was developing feelings for the woman who I was swore to protect during the crisis. Was the feeling mutual?
"Qui-Gon would have said he was doing what he felt was right" I found myself saying "Thank you would have done it for him" Would it have? I wondered One can only assume.
"What about you?" she asked gently
My gaze had fallen from hers after the concept of something developing between us. I could not longer look into her eyes because all my mind thought about was how gorgeous they were. That in itself was a sign. I felt a slight touch under my chin that brought my gaze back to hers once more.
"What about you?" she repeated softly
I did not trust myself to answer. I needed to though.
"Your Highness" I said "What do you me..."
I was stopped as I felt her lips on mine. Her kiss was gentle at first, as though testing me to see if I would pull away or not. When she discovered that I would not pull away, she deepened the kiss and I was lost in the tide.
My perfect world came to an abrupt end as she pulled back gently. Even though her lips were no more than two inches from my own, the feeling of being worlds apart consumed me. Why did she stop? I asked myself. My heart was in my throat and I needed to say something.
"Padme.." I started to say but I was stopped by her index finger on my lips, indicating that I say no more.
"Your ship has arrived to take you back to Coruscant. I know the Jedi are known for their patience but I have been gone a little too long and I do not want any suspicion to fall on any of us. I just wanted to say thank you" she said
My whole body had gone numb. She had seen the arrival of my ship. Our meeting was coming to a fast close. I wanted, needed to tell her how I felt before I departed. She should know.
What do I say?
"Padme, don't leave me like this" I pleaded "It might be years before we see each other again. Why would you do that?"
Realization seemed to dawn on her as she let out a soft sigh. "I care about you, Obi-Wan. I felt you deserved to know that. I will think about you often. I want you to be happy"
I looked behind me for a moment to see the shuttle land. I felt Padme's lips on my cheek and the soft whisper, "Good-bye, Master Kenobi"
As I turned back to tell her farewell, to tell her to contact me when she had the free time and that I would miss her terribly, she was gone.
