Far, Far Away
Disclaimer- All of Star Wars is owned by George Lucas and Buffy is owned by the master Joss Whedon.
A/N- Ok, so I hope you all like Buffy/Star Wars crossovers because that’s what this is. I don’t know a whole lot about the Jedi, I mean, anything in this is going to either be based off the movie or from my own imagination and some stuff I’ve gotten from Wikipedia (Very cool site, really good for back-story research). So bear with me, if I get anything horribly wrong, let me know, I’ll try to fix it.
This starts at the end of season seven in the Buffy verse and the beginning of Episode Two in the Star Wars verse. I hope you like reading it, because I had a lot of fun writing it.
Oh, and may the force be with you:-)
Chapter One -o- Far, Far Away
She was almost there. She could see the light streaming through the hole they had all come through. She was merely a few feet away from it. She put her hand on the edge to lift herself out and-
“No!” she screamed as something grabbed her ankle and pulled, hard. She pulled back determined to get out, determined to make it to back to the surface. Then another one grabbed her and pulled; now she was having trouble getting a grip on the edge to pull herself out. She could feel herself being dragged back into that hell again. She struggled and pulled but she could feel herself begin to slip, but at least her family had made it out, most of them.
They had her trapped, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She could usually take on a good number of them but fifteen against one was pushing it a bit. Though it was taking seven of them just to hold her down, a fact that she took momentary pleasure from. But the pleasure didn’t last long as seconds later there was a piercing pain in her neck, then in her shoulder and arm and all over. She tried to block the pain, she tried to comfort herself with the fact that her friends were safe, they had gotten out in time. The dim light surrounding them began to grow, getting brighter as it covered more ground, seeming to encompass everything.
The uber-vamps began to back away, but it was too late, as the light touched them they burst into dust. She put her hand to her throat but knew, for her too, it was too late. ‘I don’t want to die,’ she thought as her breath wheezed in and out. She would miss so much, her friends and her sister. ‘I don’t want to go,’ she thought as the light engulfed her. ‘I want to live’ was the last thing she thought before the light overtook her and her eyes fluttered closed.
When she came to everything was light, she was bathed in it, filled by it. She could remember feeling like this once before in her life, like she was awash in pure light. It was then that the realization struck her - she was dead, again. She closed her eyes and tried to block the light but it was still there, it was everywhere. Then she heard it, faint at first, so low she couldn’t make out the words. Then it got louder and louder till it was almost deafening, a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere.
“You were The Chosen One! It was said that you would destroy The Sith, not join them! It was you who would bring balance to The Force, not leave it in Darkness!”
She swung around looking for the owner of the voice but there was no one there, no one anywhere. She put her hand to her head as her vision swam, she closed her eyes again and this time the light receded, turning to darkness. She felt very hot all of a sudden, almost like she was standing in the middle of a fire. When she opened her eyes she found she almost was standing in the middle of a fire. There was fire everywhere around her and she was standing on the bank of a river of fire, or of what looked like fire, liquid fire.
“Lava.” She spoke out loud for the first time as she took in the scene unfolding in front of her. Off in the distance, about 75 feet in front of her, there were two people fighting. Lights flashed and swung through the air and collided with each other like swords and she wondered where she was. No place in Sunnydale, no place on earth, looked even remotely like this. The only word she could think to describe it was hell, that’s what this looked like to her, hell.
“It's over, Anakin! I have the high ground!” she heard someone say and wondered who he was; it was the same voice as before, she was sure of that. There was so much grief in his voice, so much pain and regret it was almost tangible. She could make out only a little about either of them, but she could see one was wearing a light brown and one was all in black.
”You underestimate my power!” the one in black said and she could hear the arrogance in it. She could tell he had no hope of winning whatever battle they were waging. Who were these people, and why was she being shown this?
“Don't try it,” she heard the one in brown say, heard the pleading in his voice. She had to see who these two men were and took a step closer, but she didn’t go anywhere. She watched in horror as one of them leapt high into the air and the other’s light flashed. The younger one fell to the ground, beaten.
“You were The Chosen One! It was said that you would destroy The Sith, not join them! It was you who would bring balance to The Force, not leave it in Darkness!” She heard him yell again and wondered what that meant, the ‘chosen one’. She was a ‘chosen one’ but didn’t think it was the same thing. As these thoughts filtered through her mind everything around her started to fade, she could no longer hear or see them, then suddenly she was bathed in the light again. She looked around in a panic, where did they go?
“Wait!” she called out, spinning around, looking for the two men. “What happened?” she demanded of whoever was controlling things.
“He’ll die,” a voice told her and again she looked around for the source of the voice.
“Why?” She pleaded with it, still looking but not expecting to find anything, not really. She knew when she was being spoken to by the PTB.
“It is his destiny,” the voice spoke. Buffy could hear the regret in his voice too and frowned. She really, really hated that word.
“That’s not fair,” she told him. “He should be able to choose.”
“He did choose,” the voice told her and as Buffy listened she realized she recognized the voice. “He chose wrong. He chose power over truth and strength over love.”
“Has this happened yet?” she asked, knowing he’d know what she meant. Maybe there was something that could be done to save him.
“No,” the voice said and Buffy began to see the way this conversation was going to go. She also realized she recognized the voice now. She’d only ever heard it once, but it was hard to mistake, even when he was trying to cover the accent.
“Then there’s still time, he could be saved,” she yelled out to him, a slight smile on her face. She was sure it was possible, everyone deserved a second chance.
“You’re so sure?” he asked her and she nodded. “Ok, then we are leaving him to you.” She nodded her head, a little suspicious of him. “You will help him choose; maybe you can change the outcome of this young man’s life.”
“Ok” She said tilting her head. “But do you mind coming down and talking? This whole omni-competent God act doesn’t suit you Doyle.”
“Ah!” There was a slight chuckling sound all around her, then the air shimmered and Doyle was standing there in front of her, looking just like she’d seen him the first time at Angel’s.
“They don’t have any better clothes in heaven?” Buffy asked looking him over.
“Aw, well.” He shrugged and Buffy smiled.
“What about my family?” she asked, catching him off guard. “I can’t just abandon them.”
“Your family will prosper,” he told her with certainty putting his hands into his pants pocket. “Your sister will never be chosen, but she will help those who are. When she is 23 she will fall in love and by the time she's 26 she will have her first daughter. None of her children will ever be chosen. Your friends will all live long happy lives. They will mourn you and then move on, fighting in your name.” She nodded her head and a small smile pulled at her lips. It was as if he’d memorized it from a script.
“I did,” he told her, startling her now. “Had to get it all right.”
“You can read my mind?” she asked and he smirked, nodding his head. “That’s a little creepy, Doyle.”
“What can I say?” he asked, rocking on his heels now. It still sounded as if he were trying to cover up his accent.
“Doyle I know it’s you, you can use your accent,” Buffy said, wishing she could sit down. A table and chairs appeared and she smiled. She sat down and so did he.
“Oh right,” he said, shaking his head. “Sorry ‘bout that, they didn’t want you to know who it was, and having only met me once they figured, well anyway…” His voice rang with the accent now; sometimes so thick Buffy almost couldn’t understand him. It made Buffy smile as a bottle and two glasses appeared in front of them.
“I didn’t do that,” she said, looking to the glasses.
“I did,” he told her, pouring them. “Need a drink, you know?”
“Yeah,” Buffy said taking the glass from him. “So, my family will all be ok?” she said, mostly to herself, not really expecting an answer. “So what is it you want me to do?” she asked, thinking of the young arrogant man. “How can I help him?”
“Lead him,” Doyle told her, shrugging his shoulder. “Help his master help him, and help his master understand.”
“Understand what?” she asked, confused. Doyle smirked and Buffy knew it was no good to ask.
“That,” Doyle said, taking a drink, “is for you to figure out.”
“What do I do for the younger one?” she asked, knowing it was futile to pursue the matter, but she had to at least ask.
“Help him understand, help him find the right path,” he said vaguely and Buffy rolled her eyes. ‘That was helpful,’ she thought, drinking too.
“Where will I be going?” she asked, thinking again that there was no place on earth like the lava one she had seen.
“To a different dimension,” Doyle told her, standing up and walking a little ways away. “One that is in desperate need of help.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Are there any catches?” she asked, looking skeptical; had to be sure, you never knew with the PTB. Doyle turned around and smiled at her.
“No,” he assured her, and the smirk was back. “If you agree to go you will wake there with all your powers and strengths, plus something extra.”
“Something extra?” she asked, looking suspicious. But again knew it was useless to ask about it.
“It won’t harm you,” he assured her and Buffy nodded. She knew he wouldn’t lie to her, she didn’t know why but she was sure of it. “You must have them to be able to help.”
“Ok,” she agreed, after a few moments of thought. She downed the rest of her drink and looked back at Doyle. “I’ll do it.”
“Ok,” Doyle said walking back towards her.
“So when do wweee...” her voice trailed off as the light around her started to dim. She had a fleeting feeling of panic then she knew no more.
“What was that?” Anakin asked as a bright light they had seen flash in the east began to fade. Obi-Wan looked towards the fading light and stood from his seat on the grassy hill. He looked down at Anakin and Anakin stood up too.
“Let’s go find out,” Obi-Wan said looking back to the east.
“Yes master,” Anakin said nodding his head. Finding out what that flash of light was had to be more exciting than sitting there doing nothing, as they had for the last two hours. Well, they had been meditating, but this had to be far more interesting. They were just here as a stopover on their way back to the council. As they climbed over the hill they both caught sight of what looked to be a woman lying on the forest floor, naked.
“Master?” Anakin said looking over at Obi-Wan. “Is that...”
“I do believe so,” he said, nodding his head. “We should hurry,” he said looking back down at the poor woman. They both ran down the hill towards the woman lying on the ground. When they got closer it was apparent that she was still breathing. And when they were a few steps away she rolled over onto her back, her arms stretched out at her sides, and they both stopped. She sat up with her back to them and they both tried to avert their eyes.
“Willow?” she murmured, reaching up to shield her eyes from the sun. It was then that she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. She drew her knees up to her chest and took a deep breath trying to calm herself.
“Madam?” Obi-Wan asked, drawing her attention to him. She turned around slowly to look over her shoulder but as soon as she saw them she jumped up and landed on her feet in a fighting position.
“We mean you no harm,” Anakin said not taking his eyes off of her face. Obi-Wan whipped his cape off his shoulders and handed it out to her. She looked from him to the cape and back again and relaxed, but only slightly. He tossed the cape at her feet and she looked down at it.
“We aren’t going to hurt you,” Obi-Wan assured her looking down at the cape. “And we can’t really talk if you aren’t wearing any clothes.” She bent down to pick the cape up, keeping her eyes on them the whole time.
“Well this turned out to be more interesting than I thought it would be,” Anakin said in a voice so low Obi-Wan almost missed it. “Who do you think she is?”
“You could ask her,” she told him, rising up and putting the cape around her shoulders pulling it tight.
“How...” Anakin looked over at Obi-Wan who looked a little surprised as well.
“The name’s Buffy,” she said, pulling the cape around her a little tighter. She just watched them as they watched her and she smiled. “And you are?”
“I am Obi-Wan,” Obi-Wan introduced himself then looked at Anakin. “And this is Anakin.”
“Did you say Anakin?” she asked, taking a step towards them. This couldn’t possibly be the pair she saw fighting by the lava river; they looked like brothers, not bitter enemies fighting to the death. But...he did sound just like him. And she could see, they did look a little like the two fighting. But she had been too far away to make out any details.
“I did,” he said, nodding his head. “How did you come to be here...?”
“Naked?” she finished for him, smiling. “I’m not sure exactly.” She thought it best not to tell them where she came from, didn’t want them thinking she was crazy, at least not till they got to know her. “The last thing I remember I was fighting...” She trailed off and looked down at her hands. Did they have vampires here or uber-vamps for that matter? “There was a flash of light and then here I was, naked.”
“Where are you from?” Obi-Wan asked. They were still at least ten feet apart.
“Sunnydale,” she told him, a smirk on her face as she looked them both over. “Though I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.”
“I have not, no.” He looked over at Anakin who shook his head. “Is it on the outer rim?”
“Um...no, not really.” She looked around the forest and shivered a little. “Look as fun as it is being out here in the cold forest, naked, is there somewhere we could go? Somewhere where there might be clothes?”
“Of course,” Obi-Wan told her, nodding his head. “How foolish of me.” He looked back over his shoulder. “We are staying just a short distance from here.” He looked back at her. “I’m sure there would be something suitable for you there.”
“Ok,” she agreed, nodding her head. As he turned, Buffy caught sight of a small metal tube hanging from his belt. She followed behind them listening to their low whispers. She didn’t tell them she could hear them but she had a feeling they knew. She was watching them closely. Trying to figure out what was going to happen to them. How could they go from this easy comradeship to fighting by a river of lava? As they climbed over the small hill a rather large house came into view. This must be where they were staying, it was a huge house but it looked very loved, there were flowers all around it and trees that must be hundreds of feet tall.
“Hey, I have a question,” Buffy called, catching up to them a little. Both men turned to look at her. “Where are we?”
“We are on the planet Alderaan,” Obi-Wan informed her, still trying to figure out where ‘Sunnydale’ was. “This is the summer home of a friend,” he said; there was a smile on his face, but there was something else, something Buffy couldn’t identify. Buffy nodded her head and looked around the area a little more. It looked an awful lot like earth to her, maybe some place like Montana, not that she’d ever been there, but this is what she imagined it looked like, or close to it.
“Where did you say you were from?” Anakin asked over his shoulder as they walked towards the front door. Buffy thought about this for a second.
“Um...Sunnydale,” she told him, smiling. Anakin just nodded his head as Obi-Wan opened the door and led them inside. She caught the look that passed between them and wondered what they were thinking.
“Our friend should have something you could wear, shall I show you the way?” Obi-Wan asked, looking back at her. She thought it was very funny how neither of their eyes ever left her face. How very unlike the men, or demons, she knew, except for Xander, he was usually very respectful. Usually.
“Could you? That would be great.” She looked down at herself. It was a little cold in this house.
“This way.” He gestured her up some stairs. Half way up he stopped and turned around. “Anakin would you have the droid make something to eat?”
“Yes master,” Anakin said, nodding his head and disappearing behind a door as Buffy followed Obi-Wan up the stairs. ‘Master?’ Buffy wondered as Obi-Wan lead her down a hall. ‘Was he some kind of slave?’
Buffy looked around the house as they walked in silence. It was so beautifully decorated; ‘someone very important must live here’ she thought as they passed pictures of people all with smiles on their faces.
Obi-Wan stopped in front of a door and looked over at her. She smiled at him and he blinked; he looked a little taken aback. He looked back at the door then opened it. Buffy followed him in after a few seconds, she had been a little surprised by the sensor doorways. He walked over to a closet and opened the door, manually, Buffy noted, smiling. Buffy walked over to him and looked inside and then back at him.
“Dresses?” She sighed, looking back inside the closet. “It’s all dresses,” she said, mostly to herself. She reached in and pushed a dress back. “It’s all dresses?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
“I don’t know, it’s--”
“Never mind.” Buffy smiled at him, he had just taken her off the street, well kinda, and was giving her clothes, she should be grateful. It didn’t take her too much digging to find something. “This’ll work,” she said, pulling something from the closet. She stepped back and closed the doors. Obi-Wan looked at the clothes in her arm and wondered what it was.
“You mind?” she asked, looking at him funny. “I mean I know you’ve seen me naked already but...”
“Oh!” Obi-Wan exclaimed. He turned around quickly and faced the wall. Buffy took off the cape and laid it down on the chair by her. For a second she just looked at the outfit trying to understand how it went on; it took her about five minutes but she did eventually get it on. She looked down at herself and sighed, not something she would have normally worn but it wasn’t bad, good fit, not bad for fighting in, should she need to.
“Ok, I’m dressed,” she announced, holding her arms out. Obi-Wan turned around and Buffy smiled. “So how does it look?” She asked turning around. She had on a long black body suit that fit her like a second skin, almost a little too tight. Over it she had a long black robe that had silver trim on the edges.
“You look fine,” Obi-Wan said, turning to the door. “Should we see what Anakin has for us?”
“Sure,” Buffy said, looking down at herself again. ‘Just fine?’ she thought, a little disappointed. She walked up next to him and smiled up at him. She was going to need to get some information on these two; how was she going to help Anakin if she didn’t know anything about him? As they walked down the stairs something on Obi-Wan beeped and he stopped walking long enough to pull it out. He looked at it and back at her. He looked a little concerned.
“Something wrong?” she asked. He shook his head but Buffy noticed he walked down the stairs a little faster. Something was wrong, something he wasn’t telling her. Not that she blamed him, he had only just met her.
“Anakin?” Obi-Wan called, walking through the door Anakin had earlier.
“Yes master?” Anakin answered, standing up. There were cups of what looked like tea on the table and some kind of fruit in a bowl.
“We’ll be leaving in the morning,” Obi-Wan told him, looking over his shoulder at Buffy. “There’s been a problem in the capital and we’re needed in Coruscant.”
“All right,” Anakin said, nodding his head. Buffy noticed a look of apprehension passed over Anakin’s face; she also noticed the look didn’t go unnoticed by Obi-Wan. “What about her?” he asked, looking to Obi-Wan’s right, talking about her as if she wasn’t standing right in front of him.
“We’ll take her to Breha,” Obi-Wan told him. He looked down at her and smiled. “She is a close friend and you will be safe there.”
“Wait!” Buffy said, looking from Obi-Wan to Anakin and back again. “I don’t even know her, I barely know you,” she said, thinking fast; she had to stay with them. “You can’t just leave me here.”
“You will be fine here,” Obi-Wan told her with certainty. Buffy wanted to argue, she wouldn’t learn anything with this Breha women, but she knew that would do her no good. She’d have to find a way to go along with them, with or without their permission.
“Fine,” she agreed, nodding her head. She had all night to figure out a plan, she was sure she could come up with something before morning.
Five hours later found the two men sleeping in their rooms while Buffy was stuck locked in her room. She tried not to be insulted by the fact that they locked her in but she was having trouble with it. Besides, how was she supposed to learn anything locked up in her room? She walked over to the panel on the wall by the door and stared at it. She pushed a few of the buttons in no particular order and waited. Nothing happened, so she tried again. After about thirty minutes of this she got so frustrated she slammed her fist into the panel and felt a little shock. Then she heard a noise and looked over to see the door had slid open.
‘Ok,’ she thought, walking quietly through the door. ‘When in doubt, smash.’ She smiled to herself. It sounded like something Faith would say. She stopped in her tracks and took a deep breath, she would mourn for her friends later, right now she had to find a way to follow these two.
She walked up to the door she knew Obi-Wan was sleeping behind and jumped back when the door opened with a small ‘whoosh’ sound. At the moment it didn’t seem at all odd to her that she knew just which room was his when she’d never even been in the house. She looked at the bed, it looked like he was sleeping.
‘Quiet,’ she thought, tiptoeing into the room. Very quietly so as not to wake him she walked over to the bed and made sure he was asleep. When she was sure he was sleeping she turned to the chair by the bed and saw the metal tube on his belt again. She looked between him and the belt then smiled. She reached out and lifted the metal tube thing off his belt and walked over to the window with it. She turned it in her hands, looking for a button or an ‘on’ switch. She found three different buttons near the end with the hollow part. She wondered what they did. After a few seconds she decided which one looked most like an ‘on’ button and pushed it.
A millisecond later there was a ‘shush’ sound and a long glowing rod was coming out of the hollow end. It was the sword things she had seen the two of them fighting with. Buffy studied it turning the blue blade in her hand right and left, getting a feel for it. It had a good weight, well-balanced, she liked it.
“So it's like a sword,” she whispered to herself.
“Yes, it is.” Buffy jumped and almost dropped the light blade thingy. She turned around and came face to face with a very much awake Obi-Wan.
“I could have dropped it,” she scolded him, a slight glare on her face. He had on what looked like some kind of pajamas, a short sleeve undershirt and some kind of cotton pants.
“You could have hurt yourself,” Obi-Wan said, giving her a stern look.
“If you’d made me drop it, for sure,” Buffy said, nodding her head. He reached out his hand for it and Buffy sighed.
“What is it?” Buffy asked, handing it over to Obi-Wan. He stopped mid-reach and looked at her curiously. “What?” she asked, confused by the look on his face.
“You don’t know what this is?” he asked, finally taking it from her and turning it off. ‘Every one knew what a lightsaber was,’ he thought, looking her over again, what wasn’t she telling them?
“No,” Buffy said, shaking her head, getting the feeling that was the wrong answer. She could see from the look on his face that this was a very odd thing for her to not know.
“Do you know who carries these?” he asked, sure she would know he was a Jedi. Even Anakin way outside of the republic had known about the Jedi.
“Um...should I?” Buffy asked, as she silently cursed Doyle. He couldn’t have given her a little bit of background information?
“I think we need to have a talk about where you come from. Where is this Sunny-dale exactly?” he asked, never taking his eyes off of her. She hated that look, that was the I-totally-don’t-trust-you look.
“You won’t believe me,” Buffy told him, sighing at the doubtful look on his face now.
“This is probably true,” he agreed, nodding his head. He nodded towards the door and started out. “Why don’t you start from the beginning?”
It was almost five hours later when Buffy was finishing her tale. She told him all about her life in Sunnydale, and how she wasn’t from this place or time. She told him about being a slayer and having a mystical key for a sister. She explained about all the things she had done and all the things she had killed. She also told him how she got here, though she left a few things out.
“I still don’t understand why you’re here,” Obi-Wan said, taking a sip of his tea and watching her expression change.
“The Powers, they gave me a choice, I could come here and...help. Or I could go on to heaven,” she told him. She had explained to him what the Powers That Be were.
“The good place we go when we die,” she explained again, smiling at him. She wondered if this place had a concept of heaven and hell. It must though, there was almost always good and evil, and wasn’t that all heaven and hell came down to?
“What are you meant to help with?” he asked, standing and walking towards the window, wondering if he believed her; her story was farfetched and very outrageous. He didn’t feel she was lying, but, he had found, she was very hard to read at all.
“I...well...I can’t tell you,” she stammered, standing too. “I...um...well, I know some things, about your future. I can’t tell you though ’cause, well, ’cause I’m not supposed to.” Doyle had never told her specifically not to tell them, but she was sure this was something he shouldn’t know. Not if she was going to try and stop it from happening.
“You have knowledge of our future?” he asked, turning to look at her. He tried to cover the look of shock on his face but Buffy caught it. She nodded her head and hoped he believed her.
“Master Yoda can see things, sometimes,” Obi-Wan told her, walking over to her. ‘Yoda, who’s that?’ Buffy wondered as he watched her. ‘And there was that word again, Master, maybe a title then?’ she thought. “But the dark side clouds his vision.” He eyed her carefully and then nodded his head. Buffy still had no idea what he was talking about but she smiled at him anyway. “I believe you, for now,” he told her briskly, walking over to the stairs. “You should go back to bed; there is still time before first light. We will leave in the morning.”
“We?” Buffy asked, smiling at him. She stood up and walked over to the stairs as well. “I’m coming with you?”
“You are,” Obi-Wan assured her, nodding his head. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed, almost as if remembering something he had forgotten. Then he walked over to her. “May I have your arm?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Um...ok,” she said hesitantly, holding out her arm to him. He took her elbow with one hand and pulled something out with the other. He pushed a small device to her arm and it pinched her.
“Ow!” she cried, pulling her arm back when he let her go. “What was that?”
“I’m checking something,” he told her, pulling something else from his robes. He put the pinchy thing into the other thing and waited a few seconds. Then there was a small beep and he pulled the pinchy thing out. He looked down at the other thing and shook his head.
“You didn’t tell me about the sword thingy,” Buffy said, confused by the look on his face. What had he just done?
“We have much still to discuss,” he informed her, turning to face her. “I will tell you on the way.”
“The way to the capital?” she asked, smiling at him again.
“Yes,” he agreed, a small smile playing at his lips. “On our way to the capital.”
“Ok,” Buffy agreed, heading up the stairs. “Then I’m going to go sleep.”
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” Obi-Wan said and watched her race up the stairs. He looked back at the device he held in his hands and sighed. Her Midichlorian count was 9,700. High enough that the council would have found her had she been in this, what had she called it, dimension? He would have to take these findings to Master Yoda, see what he thought of all this.
“Ok, when you said we were going to the capital, I thought you meant on that planet,” Buffy said, looking around the ship they were now on.
“No,” Obi-Wan told her, shaking his head. “The capital is on Coruscant.” Buffy rolled her eyes and tried to avoid looking out the windows at the black space. ‘Ok,’ Buffy thought, looking down at her lap. ‘Of all the things I’ve done and seen I never thought I’d be adding space travel to that list.’ She looked up as a shiver ran through her. Was it really cold in here or was it just her?
“Are you cold?” Obi-Wan asked, sitting down next to her. He handed her a cup of what she had decided was their version of tea.
“Freezing!” she chattered through her teeth. Obi-Wan nodded his head and stood up. He walked over to a cabinet, opened it and pulled out a blanket.
“Here.” He unfolded it and handed it to her. She smiled up at him as she reached for it. She pulled it down around herself and Obi-Wan sat back down, across from her now.
“So you gonna tell me about your glowy sword now?” Buffy asked, looking down at his belt. He nodded and pulled it from his belt. He turned it on and it swooshed out, Buffy noticed there was a low buzzing sound coming from it.
“This is a lightsaber, and I am a Jedi.” He had half expected some kind of recognition at the words ‘lightsaber’ or ‘Jedi’ but got nothing more then a nod.
“So, what’s a Jedi?” She asked the obvious question.
“A Jedi is a person with a high Midichlorian count, trained by the Jedi council,” Obi-Wan said, turning off the lightsaber. Buffy hoped the Jedi council was nothing like the Watchers Council; she opened her mouth to ask something but he had anticipated her next question and continued. “Midichlorians are microscopic life forms that live within all living things. That is to say, they form a symbiotic relationship with all living things, forming a link to the force. Without them, life could not exist.”
“So they live in you?” Buffy said, half understanding, half confused. This was all so new to her. She was used to things living off of others, but it was never in a good way.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan affirmed, nodding his head. “They connect us to the force.”
“What’s the force?”
“The force is also in all living things, and the Midichlorians help us to communicate with the force, so we can work with it.”
“What do you mean ‘work with it?’” Buffy asked, not understanding anymore.
“All Jedi have fast reflexes, they can do things, are faster and stronger than normal people.” Buffy smiled, now that sounded familiar. “But by learning to work with the force we can manipulate the Midichlorians, get them to work with us. And, it seems, you have them too.”
“Midichlorians?” Buffy asked surprised, but only a little. That must have been what Doyle was talking about, the ‘something extra.’
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, nodding his head. He was trying to hide it but Buffy could tell he was a little surprised by this.
“Does that mean I get to be a Jedi too?” she asked, smiling at the idea; she thought she could master one of those lightsabers pretty easily. It couldn’t be much different from a sword right?
“No,” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head. Her smile fell and he went on. “Had you been here as a child, the council would have found you and trained you, as it is you are too old.”
“Too old?” Buffy asked, shaking her head. Well, that was fine, she could do all that stuff without being trained. She’d need to learn how to use the lightsaber, but she could do that on her own as well. Buffy decided she should find out what was going on at the capital.
“So what’s at the capital?” she asked, pulling the blanket around her; space, she found, was very cold.
“An old friend,” Obi-Wan said with a smile on his face. He looked towards the front where Anakin was flying and sighed.
Buffy smiled as Anakin fidgeted as they rode up in the elevator. He took a deep breath then let it out in a whoosh and did it again. Obi-Wan kept looking at Buffy in the reflection in front of him on the elevator doors, then at Anakin. He looked a little perplexed.
“Are you going to tell this council who I am?” Buffy asked, after the third time she saw him looking at her in the reflection. She wasn’t sure she liked all these people knowing her story, things could get bad if people knew she was not of this universe.
“They’ll know, I won’t have to tell them.”
“They’ll be able to tell, just by looking at me?” Buffy asked in shock. Well they must be pretty powerful.
“You will see,” he said, looking over at Anakin again. “You seem a little on edge, Anakin.”
“Not at all,” Anakin said, shaking his head. Neither of them believed it, but only Obi-Wan seemed to know why he was on edge.
“I haven't felt you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks,” Obi-Wan said, smiling over at him. Buffy wondered what a gundark was, probably not something whose nest you wanted to fall into.
“You fell into that nightmare, Master, and I rescued you, remember?” Anakin said and Buffy could feel some of the tension ease away. Buffy snickered and Obi-Wan nodded his head.
“Right,” he said, laughing a little with Anakin and again Buffy wondered what could happen between these two that would cause the scene she had seen on the banks of that lava river. “You're sweating. Relax. Take a deep breath,” he said, looking at Anakin.
“I haven't seen her in ten years, Master,” Anakin said and Obi-Wan nodded his head and Buffy wondered who ‘she’ was.
“She's not the Queen anymore, Anakin,” he said, putting his hand on Anakin’s shoulder.
“That's not why I'm nervous,” he said, shaking his head. Buffy could see in the reflection in the glass doors both Obi-Wan and Anakin, so when Anakin looked straight ahead Buffy saw something on his face, in his eyes, it was longing. And then she understood the tension, Anakin liked who ever ‘she’ was, a lot.
Buffy hadn’t really been expecting anything when they walked out of the elevator and into the lavish room, but if she had been it would not have been the tall floppy eared thing that came walking towards them. She took a step back when he...it...whatever saw them and started jumping up and down in excitement.
“Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa sooo smilen to seein yousa. Wahooooo!” It obviously knew them or at least Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan’s smile was tight and Anakin looked as if he was dealing with a small child.
“It's good to see you, too, Jar Jar,” Obi-Wan said, smiling at him. Buffy stayed a distance away as Jar Jar looked around, his eyes landing on Anakin.
“...And this, I take it, is your apprentice... Noooooooo! Annie? Noooooooo! Little bitty Annie?” He shook his head as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing. Buffy could tell by the look on Anakin’s face that he did not like the nickname Annie. “ Noooooooo! Yousa so biggen! Yiyiyiyyi! Annie!!”
“Hello, Jar Jar,” Anakin said and then was almost immediately pulled up into a huge bear hug.
“Shesa expecting yousa. Annie... Mesa no believen!” he said, as he set him down on the floor. His eyes finally landed on Buffy and she smiled uncertainly at him.
“Whosa thisen?” Jar Jar asked looking at Obi-Wan; he seemed very excited at the idea of meeting someone new.
“This is-” Obi-Wan stopped short. He didn’t really want to introduce her with the name she had given, it was strange, even by a Gungan’s standards. “Mara Salin,” he said, smiling at her. She didn’t even blink at the new name.
“Nice to meet you Jar Jar,” Buffy said, smiling at him and holding out her hand. He took her hand in both of his and shook hers hard.
“Yousa too,” he agreed, nodding his head, his ears flopping back and forth. “Shesa is thisa way,” he said, leading them towards closed doors. He opened it and walked in without knocking and the three of them followed after him. Buffy noticed that Obi-Wan looked back at her twice as two people walked in off a balcony into a small living room. The girl, not much taller than Buffy, had a long dress on and an odd head piece; Buffy had seen dresses like that in the closet before on Alderaan. The man was tall and had an eye patch that made Buffy think of Xander. She took a deep breath as the woman smiled at them. Obi-Wan bowed as she walked towards them.
“It's a pleasure to see you again, M'Lady,” he said and Buffy could see that Obi-Wan had some kind of affection for her, not anything romantic, just, very friendly. Her eyes traveled from Obi-Wan to Anakin and they lit up.
“Annie?” she asked, surprise evident in her voice. Buffy could see Anakin was holding back a wince at the nickname; Buffy could see why. If this was ‘she’ then of all people he wouldn’t want her to call him that. “My you’ve grown,” Padme said, smiling at him. Buffy smirked as Padme's eyes traveled the length of Anakin’s body, but no one else seemed to notice.
“So have you, grown more beautiful, I mean. And much shorter, for a Senator.” Anakin smiled at her and Buffy tried to hold down the smirk. This was definitely ‘she’, and Anakin liked her, as much more than a friend. Buffy looked to Obi-Wan and was surprised by the disapproval on his face.
“Oh Annie, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine,” Padme said, laughing lightly. Buffy seemed to be the only one who noticed the embarrassed look on Anakin’s face. Buffy was starting to feel invisible till Padme’s eyes fell on her.
“I’m Mara,” Buffy said, cutting in-between Obi-Wan and Anakin since neither of them was in much of a hurry to introduce her.
“A Jedi?” Padme asked, a small smile on her face.
“Just some extra security,” Obi-Wan interrupted Buffy, smiling at Padme. Buffy nodded her head and watched as Padme looked to Obi-Wan again.
“I don’t need security, I need answers,” Padme told them and Buffy could see that though she wore a dress and seemed purely fluff she was a very strong willed woman. “I want to know who’s trying to kill me.”
“Our presence will be invisible, M'Lady, I can assure you,” Obi-Wan assured her, his voice smooth as he smiled at her. Buffy could see he was good at this.
“And we are grateful of it,” the man with the eye patch said, stepping forward. “I’m Captain Typho, head of Her Majesty's security service. Queen Jamillia has informed us of your assignment. The situation is more dangerous than the Senator cares to admit.”
“We will find out who’s trying to kill you Padme, I promise,” Anakin said, as they walked over to the couches.
“We will not exceed our mandate, my young Padawan learner!” Obi-Wan turned to scold Anakin. There was a moment where their eyes met and Buffy wondered what was being said between the two of them, then Obi-Wan turned back to look at Padme.
“I meant in the interest of protecting her, Master, of course,” Anakin said almost sulkily, looking sideways at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan was obviously not buying it. Buffy continued to watch as Obi-Wan looked at Anakin; a look passed over his face that Buffy knew well, though she’d never seen it from him. It was a look she used to get from Giles, a look that said ‘Why oh why was I cursed with this difficult disobedient slayer.’ But, just like Giles, she could see the affection under the look, and knew that Obi-Wan just wanted Anakin to do well.
“We will not go through this exercise again, Anakin. And you will pay attention to my lead,” Obi-Wan told him, looking to Anakin again. Buffy could feel the frustration rolling off of him and was sure everyone else could feel it too.
“Why?” Anakin asked and the look on Obi-Wan’s face was that of shock and anger.
“What?!” Obi-Wan cried looking sharply at Anakin. The embarrassment on Anakin’s face was instant and he tried to recover quickly.
“Why else do you think we were assigned to protect her, if not to find the killer? Protection is a job for local security... not Jedi. It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate,” Anakin explained, looking from Obi-Wan to Padme and back again. Obi-Wan took a deep breath then looked over at Anakin.
“We will do exactly as the Council has instructed, and you will learn your place, young one.” The scolding tone was there still, but there was a little bit of amusement under the words and Buffy smiled a little. She could tell there was great affection between them. Something horrific must go wrong to cause that scene at the lava river.
“Perhaps with merely your presence, the mysteries surrounding this threat will be revealed,” Padme said as she stood up with a small smile on her face. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will retire.” She nodded at them then walked away towards a door in the back of the room. Buffy looked between the two men and sighed, this was going to take some work.