Chapter One -o- Looking Back
Buffy sat at her desk, her legs drawn up to her side, a datapad in front of her and a slightly lost look on her face. ‘It shouldn’t be this hard,’ she thought, shaking her head. She set the datapad down and sighed in frustration. She sat forward in her chair and pushed her mostly grown back hair out of her face. She looked up at the wall in front of her and smiled at the small braid hanging there, framed in a beautiful red wood, courtesy of one Obi-Wan Kenobi. Buffy smiled at the thought of him and some of her frustrations drained away. She looked to the wall on the left of her and smiled at the picture of the two of them, taken when they weren’t looking by Anakin, best friend and former Padawan to Obi-Wan. Sometimes Buffy couldn’t believe how much she had lucked out in this universe. It still shocked her sometimes when she remembered that the council had not only allowed Buffy and Obi-Wan to see each other openly, but a few of them even seemed to welcome it. Buffy closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to the day almost a year and a half ago...
“I wish you would sit still,” Obi-Wan said, reaching out and taking her hand in his, halting her pacing. She looked down at him, a worried expression on her face as she ran her other hand through her hair. It had been almost two weeks now since Obi-Wan and Buffy ‘outed themselves’ as it were to the Jedi council. They had gone to Naboo and helped Anakin and his wife Padme pack up their things and then helped them move it all back here, to their new posh apartment in the Senators building. Buffy loved having the two of them so close, she was very much looking forward to getting to know both of them.
“I can’t help it,” she told him, shaking her head as she looked down at him. “I hate that they have so much power over us.”
“Sit down,” Obi-Wan said, gently pulling her down next to him. He rubbed his thumb over her cheek, a reassuring smile on his face. “All will turn out fine,” he told her and Buffy took a deep breath then nodded her head.
“I hope so,” Buffy muttered, nodding her head slowly. They both turned as the doors to the council chambers opened. Obi-Wan stood first, looked down at her and smiled.
“Wish me luck?’ he asked, winking at her. Buffy smiled and stood up too. She kissed him softly on the lips and nodded.
“Good luck,” she said then watched as he turned and walked into the council room, the doors shutting silently behind him. Buffy sat for what felt like hours, but was really only an hour. What were they talking about in there? Were they trying to talk Obi-Wan out of staying with her? Why was she so distrustful of them? ‘Well duh,’ she thought, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes to herself. She had not had the best luck with ‘councils.’
The door to the council chambers opened again and Buffy stood then took a deep breath as she walked into the room, and came face to face with twelve Jedi masters, all standing and all with their lightsabers on. Buffy was confused though, Obi-Wan was standing with them, he was part of the twelve. Quickly in her head she did a count, where was Master Kuro? Buffy walked to the center of the circle and met Obi-Wan’s eyes, he looked, proud? Now she was even more lost, what was going on?
“We are all Jedi. The Force speaks through us. Through our actions, the Force proclaims itself and what is real. Today we are here to acknowledge what the Force has proclaimed.” Obi-Wan called out and all the Jedi’s nodded their heads; Obi-Wan never broke eye contact with Buffy as Yoda stepped forward.
“Step forward, Padawan. Elisa Summers, by the right of the Council, by the will of the Force, I dub thee, Jedi.” Yoda looked up at her and bowed his head indicating she should kneel. So she knelt down in front of him as realization began to strike. Yoda brought his lightsaber up to her neck and severed the small Padawan braid letting it fall to the floor. “Knight of the Republic.”
“Take up your lightsaber, Elisa, Jedi Knight. And may the Force be with you.” Buffy stood up and looked to Obi-Wan; he had a huge smile on his face. He walked over to her and she smiled hesitantly at him.
“And us?” she asked quietly when he was standing in front of her.
“Changing the world is,” Yoda said and Buffy turned to look down at him. “Change with it we must.”
“So...A Master?” Buffy asked, looking back at Obi-Wan who nodded his head. “Well then, congratulations,” she said, reaching up and pulling him towards her for a kiss. She pulled away and smiled at the blush creeping onto his face.
“Anakin wants to have us for dinner, to celebrate,” Obi-Wan said after a moment. Buffy turned to the rest of the council and smiled.
“Go, celebrate you will. Return for your assignments later,” Yoda told them and Buffy smiled as she took Obi-Wan’s hand into hers.
“Later!” she said, pulling Obi-Wan from the room.
-End Flash Back-
“Are you playing that game Anakin sent over?” Buffy looked over her shoulder at the teasing voice and smiled. She stood and walked over to Obi-Wan and smiled up at him.
“Yes,” she said, glaring down at the datapad.
“You just don’t like it because you can’t win,” Obi-Wan told her as he took her hand in his and led her from the room.
“That’s not true,” she said, looking up at him. “Maybe a little,” she admitted after a moment. “Stupid game,” she muttered then looked up as he handed her her cloak.
“Are we going somewhere?” she asked, excited.
“Anakin and Padme have asked us to join them for dinner, seems they have some news for us,” he said, smirking at her as they walked out the door.
“Oh,” Buffy said, nodding her head in understanding. “Finally going to tell us huh?”
“I believe so,” Obi-Wan said, nodding his head.
“As if we wouldn’t know,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. “I mean, hello, Jedi,” she said and Obi-Wan laughed out loud. “Like I didn’t sense the change in her as soon as it happened.”
“Well, perhaps not ‘as soon’ as it happened,” Obi-Wan said, smirking; Buffy giggled and shook her head.
“Well alright, not ‘as soon!’” she said and they both laughed.
“Oh Padme I’m so happy for you!” Buffy said as she hugged Padme around her still tiny waist. Well that wouldn’t last very much longer. “Nice job Annie!” Buffy said, wiggling her eyebrows at Anakin.
“Congratulations!” Obi-Wan said, putting his hand on Anakin's shoulder. “He’ll be a fine Jedi someday!”
“He?” Padme said, looking up at Obi-Wan.
“Only guessing,” Obi-Wan told her and she smiled at him. “I could tell you, Anakin could tell you too.”
“Don’t!” she said, shaking her head then she glared mockingly at Anakin. “Don’t even look; it has to be a surprise.”
“I promise.” Anakin laughed and Padme nodded her head. Buffy looked around at the three of them, Anakin and Padme were so happy, Obi-Wan happy for them. Buffy smiled when Obi-Wan looked at her. She wore the smile all night, even though she didn’t feel it. Something was coming, and coming fast.
“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked later that night as they flew back towards their apartment in the temple. Either she didn’t hear him or she was ignoring him. “Elisa?”
“Huh?” she asked, looking up at him then smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, what?”
“Are you alright?” he asked and she nodded her head, forcing a bright smile onto her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“I’m just...worried I guess,” she said, looking out the window of the speeder they were in.
“Worried?’ he asked and she nodded her head. “Why?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Buffy said shaking her head as she continued to stare out the window. He didn’t press her; he knew she would tell him if he just gave her the time. There were moments, he’d learned, when she needed to tell him things in her own time.
“What if we’re not helping?” she asked finally, looking away from the window at him. At first Obi-Wan thought she was referring to the war the republic was waging. But that was not what she was referring to and he could see it in her eyes.
“We can only do so much for him,” Obi-Wan told her, reaching over with one hand to rest it on her knee.
“She’s going to have a baby,” Buffy said as though Obi-Wan didn’t know it. “What if-”
“Elisa, we can only do so much to stop it from happening. The rest we must leave to the-”
“Force,” Buffy bit out, nodding her head. “I wish I knew more, I wish I could help more.” She sighed and put her hand on his.
“I know,” Obi-Wan said, nodding his head. There really was only so much they could do. In the end it would be up to Anakin to see to it himself that he didn’t fall to the dark side.
Buffy pulled her tunic over her head and straightened it out before reaching for her belt sitting on the chair next to her. She buckled it on and then adjusted it a little till it fit perfectly. She picked up her lightsaber and smiled down at it. It fit perfectly in her hand, just as Obi-Wan had said it would. This was her lightsaber, made by her own two hands, almost a year and a half ago. Apparently she’d now broken some kind of a record, Anakin’s longest lasting lightsaber only made it seven months. Buffy smirked as she looked down at her lightsaber and remembered the day she’d finally finished it...
Buffy looked down at the lightsaber in her hands with concentration. It worked, she’d turned it on and off now three times, but there was still something not right about it. She turned it over in her hands, looking at it from top to bottom, there was nothing missing, nothing mechanical anyway. Buffy set her lightsaber down on her desk and leaned back in her chair and sighed. She stared down at it, willing it to tell her what it needed. Buffy felt him coming before she heard him and reached up and pulled her lightsaber into her lap, out of sight.
“What are you working on?” Obi-Wan asked, leaning on the doorframe.
“Nothing,” Buffy said, smiling at him over her shoulder. “What are you doing ?"
“Telling you that I’m starting dinner,” he said, smirking at her. He knew she was up to something, even if she wouldn't tell him what it was.
“Oh,” Buffy said, nodding her head. “I’ll be out in a little while to help,” she told him, flashing a bright smile.
“Take your time,” he told her, nodding his head as he slipped back out of the room. Buffy put the lightsaber back on her desk, and continued the staring. After a few seconds more of staring it dawned on her. It was lacking personality, namely, hers. It looked just like any other lightsaber ever made. Which didn’t help at all, because how did she make it more like herself?
Buffy picked up the lightsaber and turned it on again, she tipped it, back and forth in front of her. The almost purple blade glowed and the lightsaber hummed as she stared at it.
“The color,” Buffy said to herself, a new smile on her face. “This color is all wrong.” She turned it off and set it down on the desk again. She reached for the tool next to her and began to take apart the base of the lightsaber. After a few seconds she set the tool down and pulled the crystal out. It was a beautiful crystal, but Buffy didn’t really like it. She’d gotten it on her last mission with Master Kit Fisto a few days ago, it had been the only thing missing in her lightsaber. They’d gone to Mon Calamari to stop a civil war, and had succeeded. And on the way back she’d talked him into stopping at Adega so she could find a lightsaber crystal. Though really, she already had one. She stood up and walked to her closet, reaching up onto the top shelf and searching around with her hand till she found what she was looking for. She pulled it out and opened her hand and looked down at the shiny pink crystal.
She’d found it the first time she’d been on Adega, with Obi-Wan, on their way back to their starship from Siri’s camp. It had caught her eye and something had told her to pick it up. So she did, though she didn’t tell Obi-Wan. She felt bad for having taken it when they were supposed to be looking for Siri, so she hadn’t wanted to use it. She walked back over to her desk with the crystal and sat down. She put the old crystal aside and began to work on putting the pink one in. When she was done she stood up and walked to the middle of the room and turned it on.
The lightsaber flashed on, the very bright pink saber hummed softly. Buffy smiled and nodded her head, perfect. She turned it off and walked out the door, intent on finding Obi-Wan. He was in the kitchen, cooking. She loved that he liked to cook, saved them both from eating out, or eating burnt food.
“You finish up your nothing?” Obi-Wan asked, smiling at her over his shoulder.
“I did,” she said, setting her lightsaber down on the table behind Obi-Wan. He turned around and looked down at the lightsaber then looked up at her. He put down the spoon he’d been holding and walked over to the lightsaber. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands, then looked at her, slightly confused.
“There’s no on switch,” he said, handing it back to her, wondering if she’d really managed what he thought she had.
“I know,” she said, nodding her head. She smiled at him and a second later the lightsaber flashed on. His eyes went wide as he took in the pink blade.
“The switch is on the inside then?” he asked as she nodded her head, a proud smile on her face. “Why pink?”
“It just felt like me,” she told him and nodded her head. “I know pink is sort of like a really light red, and red is used by the sith. But this crystal, it kinda, I don’t know, called to me. Do you think it’ll be ok?”
“I think it’s fine,” Obi-Wan told her as a smile began to form on his face. “Great in fact. Congratulations!”
“Thanks!” Buffy said, smiling at him. She had worried over the pink blade, another reason she hadn’t wanted to use the pink crystal.
“I’m very proud of you,” he told her, reaching out and hugging her.
“You taught me well,” she told him, her face totally serious. “I don’t know what I would have done if it hadn’t been for you, and your teachings. Thank you, Obi-Wan.”
“You’re welcome,” he told her and she pulled him close and hugged him again. She released him and stepped back.
“You better get that or we’ll be eating in the dining hall tonight,” she said, smirking at him. He turned around and saw his pot was boiling over. She laughed and sat down to watch him rescue their dinner.
-End Flash Back-
Buffy chuckled at the memory as she put it on her belt. She picked up her cloak as she walked out the door, throwing it over her shoulders. Obi-Wan was standing in the living room, his cloak thrown over his arm. Obi-Wan and Anakin had a very important mission coming up in a few days, but before he left he had promised to take her on a ‘real date.’ They didn’t get many of them, so Buffy fit them in wherever she could. She took his hand and smiled up at him as they headed out the door.
“Anakin!” Buffy called when she saw him turn a corner in the senate building. Buffy came to a halt when Palpatine turned the corner right behind him. Anakin smiled and waved at her and Buffy sighed. Of all the people she didn’t want to see today. This guy just totally set off her spidey senses.
“Elisa!” Anakin smiled as the two of them walked over to her. Buffy smiled at Anakin and looked to Palpatine, he did not look happy to see her. “Were you visiting with Padme, I’m just on my way over there?”
“No, actually, I was looking for you, when you’re not in the temple you’re usually easy to find here,” Buffy said, smirking at him. She wasn’t ignoring Palpatine; she just wasn’t talking to him.
“Oh!” Anakin said, turning to look at Palpatine. How could Anakin not feel all the ickyness coming off this guy? “Palpatine, you've met Elisa, haven't you, she's –”
“Obi-Wan’s former Padawan,” Palpatine said, nodding his head, a nasty smile on his face. “Yes, we’ve met.”
“Yep,” Buffy said, nodding her head. “How you doing Palpy?” Anakin looked stunned at the nickname but Buffy just kept on smiling. Palpatine turned, his smile dropping as he sneered slightly at Buffy, a look in his eyes that clearly read ‘don’t screw with me.’ Buffy just smiled back, a bright and cheery smile.
“Charming, as always,” Palpatine said, looking from Buffy back to Anakin and smiling. “I shall see you later?”
“Yes, it was nice talking to you,” Anakin said, nodding his head. Palpatine half smiled and half sneered at Buffy then walked back down the hall the way they’d come.
“Why do you insist on being so disrespectful?” Anakin asked, sounding more frustrated than angry. “Palpatine has done a lot of good for the republic.”
“Yeah, you keep telling me that,” Buffy said, nodding her head. “And I keep telling you, there’s something off about him. He’s just so...slimy. I just don’t know how you of all people can’t feel it,” Buffy told him, shaking her head.
“Palpatine would never do anything to hurt the republic. He cares about the democracy of this galaxy,” Anakin told her, and Buffy rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“I think, for some reason, you have a blind spot where Palpy is concerned,” Buffy told him, sighing. She really didn’t want to argue about this, not here and certainly not now. “And when I figure out why he’s so off to me, you are going to be the first person I tell.” Anakin rolled his eyes at her and Buffy smiled a little. “Look, I don’t want to argue about thisnow.” Anakin nodded his head and looked down at his watch.
“How about tonight, after dinner? Does that work for you?” he asked, and now he was smirking.
“When did you become so sarcastic?” Buffy asked, shaking her head, a full-fledged smile on her face now.
“Years of practice,” he told her, a smug smile on his face.
“Right,” Buffy said, nodding her head.
“Anyway,” Anakin said as the two of them began to move down the hall together. “You were looking for me?” Anakin asked and Buffy nodded her head.
“I wanted to know what you guys need for the nursery and what colors are you doing it in. I’m going to throw her a baby shower, I want to surprise her.” Buffy giggled at the very lost look on Anakin’s face.
“Baby shower?” he asked, trying to figure it out. “The baby hasn’t even been born yet, how can you give it a shower?” Buffy laughed harder and shook her head.
“It’s a party you give to pregnant women; give them gifts for the baby. It’s something we did back home.” Anakin nodded his head, understanding now.
“I’m sure Padme would love that,” Anakin said, smiling at her. “And we need a crib, and I believe Padme is doing the room in a variety of colors, you may want to ask her about that.”
“Right, should have guessed,” Buffy smirked at him. “Say, since we’re both here, let’s go find your wife and make her have lunch with us.”
“I’m sure that won’t take much persuasion,” Anakin said and they both chuckled.
Obi-Wan looked down at the three frames sitting in front of him. There wasn’t a lot to choose from here seeing as most people had holopictures, no one used paper these days. But he wasn’t sure which frame to get, they were all so similar and he wanted perfect. He’d almost put it in the same kind of frame that he’d had Elisa’s Padawan braid framed in, but that seemed wrong somehow. He pulled the small rectangle of paper out of his pocket and looked down at it. Six smiling faces looked up at him from the picture. Elisa’s family, her friends, from what she still referred to as home. He could remember, very clearly the day she had shown this to him, almost a year ago...
“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked, standing in the doorway, the doorway that now led to their room, their room. It was still such a new concept, for both of them. Buffy was down on the ground next to the bed, her head halfway under the bed. She pulled herself out from under the bed and looked up at him, her eyes frantic.
“There was a box, a little tiny box under here,” she babbled, looking under the bed again. “It was there the other day and now it’s gone. It can’t be gone.” Her voice had started to rise and Obi-Wan walked over to her quickly, pulling her out from under the bed.
“Elisa, calm down, I moved it,” he said and her eyes went wide; he was surprised by the tears there.
“You did?” she asked as the panic began to seep away. “Where?” He stood up as she did and he walked over to the closet they now shared. The doors slid open and he reached up and pulled the box down off the top shelf.
“I’m sorry,” he said, handing it over to her. She took it and looked up at him. “I meant to tell you, I was picking up and found it. I didn’t think it was supposed to be under the bed.”
“I left it under there because...” She trailed off as she walked back over to the bed, the box pressed close to her chest. She sat down and scooted to the top of the bed and looked up at him, a small smile on her face now. “Well I’m not really sure why, keeping it close to me I guess.” She patted the bed on the other side of her and Obi-Wan walked around the bed and sat down next to her. She turned to him, folding her legs under herself. She lifted the lid off the box and pulled out a piece of paper, she smiled down at it then held it out to him.
“The guy on the far right, that’s Xander. He’s probably one of the best men alive, in my world anyway,” she told him after he took the piece of paper that turned out to be a picture. Six people smiled up at him from the photo, and Obi-Wan looked to the right. A tall brown-haired boy was standing there with his arm around a red-headed girl, who was also smiling. “When I was sixteen I had to fight a very bad vampire, the master, remember him?”
“He killed you,” Obi-Wan observed, his voice low. Buffy nodded her head, a sad smile on her face. “Xander, he’s the one who saved me, brought me back to life, the first time anyway.”
“You’ve died more than once?” Obi-Wan asked and Buffy laughed at the look on his face.
“Three times actually, though I’m not sure if the last one counts,” she told him as she leaned her head on the wall behind her and took a deep breath. “The first time I drowned, Xander saved me with CPR, breathing into me,” she explained at the confused look on his face.
“And the second time?” he asked, almost afraid to know.
“The second time I jumped off a tower into a hell portal to save my sister’s life.” She shuddered lightly at the memory and shook her head. “My friends brought me back to life again; they thought they were saving me from hell.”
“Hell is...?” Obi-Wan asked and she smiled at him.
“It’s...a place very bad people go when they die,” Buffy explained as easily as she could without going into religion. Obi-Wan nodded his understanding and she went on.
“But I wasn’t in hell, I was in a good place, I was in Heaven.” She looked sideways at him and smirked. “That’s like going into the force when you die.” She didn’t really want to get into how horrible it was those first few months, being alive again. So she glossed over it a little. “It was odd being alive again after so long, but I adjusted.” Obi-Wan could sense that there was more to that story, but he let it go for now.
“The redhead is Willow, my very best friend in the world.” Obi-Wan leaned back against the wall as well and Buffy rested her head on his shoulder so she could look down at the picture too. “We met for the first time when I moved to Sunnydale. Smartest witch alive let me tell you.” Buffy beamed and then giggled at Obi-Wan’s confused look.
“Which what?” he asked and she laughed even harder.
“No,” she said, shaking her head when she gained control of her laughter. “She’s a witch,” Buffy said and he still looked confused. “In my world she can control the elements and do spells. You know what? She’s my world’s Jedi,” she said, smiling proudly. Obi-Wan wondered if she really still considered that ‘her world’? And if she did, would she always? “She had a bit of the dark side in her though,” Buffy said, sobering up quickly. “When her girlfriend died she kinda went a little crazy.” Buffy leaned away from Obi-Wan a little and thought on that for a moment. It was very easy to see why the Jedi had the rules they did, but it was also easy to see why they needed to be changed. “She tried to end the world, but in the end Xander saved the day, he had a funny way of doing that without us really noticing”
“And who’s this?’ Obi-Wan asked, looking down at the older man in the glasses.
“That’s Giles,” she said and he could hear the tone of her voice had changed again.
“Your watcher?” he asked and she nodded her head. That thoughtful sad look was back and so Obi-Wan waited, he knew there was something to tell there, so he waited.
“He was like my father, he always watched out for me, more so than was his duty as my watcher.” She looked up and met Obi-Wan’s eyes and sighed. “He taught me everything I knew before I got here, I wish things had been better between us when I...left.”
“What happened?” Obi-Wan asked and she leaned forward a little resting her elbow on her knee and her head in her hand.
“He did something he thought was for my own good.” She sighed, leaned up and looked up at him. “But he didn’t understand, I didn’t understand either. After it happened I cut myself off from him, business only. We never got to talk it out. I never got to tell him it was ok, that I forgave him.”
“I’m sure he knew,” Obi-Wan said, reaching over to take her hand. She looked down at their hands for a moment thinking about Giles, she hoped Obi-Wan was right, she hoped Giles knew how much he meant to her.
“I hope so,” she said after a short silence. She took a deep breath and looked down at the picture again. Dawn, a bright smile on her face as she gave Buffy bunny ears in the picture. “Ok, so, the brown-haired girl, that’s Dawn.”
“Your sister,” he said and she nodded her head smiling at him. “You got to tell her good-bye,” he said as he remembered finding her sobbing on Kamino after their first round with Jango.
“Yeah, I did,” Buffy said, nodding her head, finally able to smile at the memory of saying goodbye to her sister. At least, through her sister, the rest of her family would know she was ok, had moved onto something better.
“And then there’s me,” Buffy said and Obi-Wan nodded his head. “That’s about four years ago now,” she said as she thought back to the day it was taken. “We were on a picnic. It was beautiful outside, Giles complained about the bugs and Dawn wouldn’t stop mooning over Xander. And Willow was going through some weird health food kick so we all had to eat tofu and vegetables.” Buffy laughed lightly at the memory of the look on Xander’s face when he took that first bit of tofu.
“Tofu?” Obi-Wan asked and Buffy nodded her head.
“It’s gross; let’s just leave it at that.” She smiled at the look on his face.
“And this must be your mother?” Obi-Wan asked, pointing out Joyce at the end.
“Yep, that’s my mom,” Buffy said, nodding her head. “We had our ups and downs, but she was the best. Took care of me and Dawnie when our father Hank left us. Opened her own art gallery, she did a lot for us. She died about four months before I died for the second time.”
“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said and Buffy nodded her head.
“It was hard, but me and Dawn made it through,” Buffy said, laying her head on his shoulder again. “I still miss her so much sometimes, it’s odd you know?”
“I do,” Obi-Wan said, nodding his head. Obi-Wan opened his mind for a moment and Buffy smiled when an image of a much younger Obi-Wan standing next to whom she decided must be Qui-Gon popped into her head.
“You look so cute with your Padawan braid!” Buffy told him, her tone teasing. Obi-Wan nodded his head, happy to see her sadness had subsided a little.
“You don’t have to hide this,” he said after a moment as he looked back down at the picture. “We could put it up somewhere.”
“Maybe,” Buffy agreed, reaching over and taking the picture from his hand when he held it out to her. “I don’t know if I’m ready to see them every day.”
“Alright,” Obi-Wan said, nodding his head as she put the picture back in the box. She set it by the bed and smiled up at him. Someday she’d be ready, and when the time came they’d put it somewhere everyone could see it.
“I think it’s dinner time,” she said, jumping off the bed, never one to wallow in her sadness. “Come on; let’s go see if Anakin and Padme want to join us. We could all go see Dex.”
“I’m sure he’d love that,” Obi-Wan said as he allowed her to drag him from the room.
-End Flash Back-
It had been almost a year since then, and Buffy looked at the picture almost every day now. He thought, or hoped, that she was ready to have it fixed somewhere where she could see it. He just wasn’t sure what kind of frame to use, and in what color. He went back to looking through the different woods, it might take him a while, but he’d find the perfect one. He had plenty of time, Elisa was shopping with Padme, and based on their history, they could be gone for hours.
“Did you and Padme get a lot of shopping done?’ Obi-Wan asked looking up at Buffy as she walked through the door. She looked over to him and smiled brightly.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding her head as she walked over to him bent down and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and Buffy sat down on his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few seconds she pulled away, a smile on her face.
“When are you leaving?” she asked and Obi-Wan smirked. Leave it to her to remind him that he and Anakin were leaving on a mission soon.
“Tomorrow evening,” he told her and she nodded her head. He leaned past her and picked something up off the table that she hadn’t noticed before.
“What’s this?” Buffy asked, smirking down at the wrapped gift in his hands. Obi-Wan just held it out to her, an uncertain smile on his face as she took it. She unwrapped it slowly and Obi-Wan seemed to watch her every move. She looked down at the small blue box then up at him. He nodded and she pulled the lid off and stared down at the picture nestled in the tissue paper.
“I thought...”Obi-Wan trailed off when she looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She looked back down at the picture and reached inside and pulled it out of the box. “I thought it might be time to put them up,” he finished as she stared down at the picture of her family. Slowly she began to nod her head. She looked at him, teary-eyed but smiling.
“You’re right,” she said, nodding her head. “Thank you,” she whispered as she set her head on his shoulder. “It’s beautiful.” Obi-Wan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and smiled at her.
“I’m glad you like it,” he told her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
“I do, I really do,” she said as they both looked down at her family.
Buffy sat on her bed, all the lights were off, she should be sleeping, but she wasn’t. She sighed as she plopped back on the bed to stare up at the ceiling. It was late, way past late, and she couldn’t sleep and it was all his fault she was sure. He was on a mission with Anakin and so she couldn’t sleep. She wasn’t worried, much. She knew he could take care of himself. But when he was gone she just couldn’t seem to make herself sleep. Something just seemed to be missing when he was gone, some kind of calm she could no longer achieve on her own. She thought maybe wearing one of his tunics would help, but it didn’t. Of course that hadn’t stopped her from wearing it when he was away anyway.
The first time this ‘no Obi-Wan, no sleep’ thing occurred they hadn’t even slept in the same bed together yet. They had been on Naboo for a few hours, helping Padme and Anakin pack up their little house by the water. Later that night, Obi-Wan and Anakin had gone for a walk on the waterfront and Padme and Buffy had opted for sleep. Where Buffy found that, no matter how tired she was, she couldn’t actually sleep. At first she’d thought it was just her worry over the council’s decision about her and Obi-Wan. But soon she began to feel like she was missing something, or someone...
Buffy growled in frustration as she sat up in bed. She had been in here for almost two hours now and she still couldn’t sleep. She had heard Obi-Wan and Anakin come in from their walk almost an hour ago, which meant Obi-Wan had opted to sleep in the other spare room. Not that she had openly invited him to sleep in here with her, which was probably why he wasn’t in here. She sighed as she stood up, resigned to the idea that she was not getting any sleep in here alone. And she wasn’t about to go crawl into bed with Obi-Wan, as tempting as that was. They would have to go at this in their own time, and if Obi-Wan wasn’t ready to sleep in the same bed as her that was fine. She slipped on a white shawl that Padme had lent her and quietly walked out of her room. She opened the back door and stepped outside; Naboo’s moons were up and gave off just enough light that she could see without tapping into the slayer abilities. She closed the door softly behind her and walked towards the dark sparkling water.
It was always so beautiful here, and just warm enough that she almost didn’t need the shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She decided that someday she’d like to live here, on the water like Anakin and Padme. Buffy sat down on the soft cool sand and drew her knees up to her chest and sighed. Well, if she couldn’t sleep at least she could enjoy this more. Buffy wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head on her knees. She wanted a house, with a dock that led out to the water, and a little sailing boat; she closed her eyes and tried to picture just what it was she wanted. She could see the two of them there, sitting on the beach, much like she was now, his arms wrapped around her. And for the first time in her life Buffy found herself thinking about kids. It wasn’t the ‘totally impossible’ that it had been with Angel and Spike. With Obi-Wan she could have a family. She laughed lightly as she opened her eyes. It was only a dream, because as far as she knew Jedi didn’t retire, they became masters, like Obi-Wan.
“They do you know.” Buffy jumped a little as she turned around to find Obi-Wan standing a few feet away from her, a small smile on his face. ‘He needs to shave,’ she thought absently. He reached up and ran his hand over his chin and smirked.
“You startled me,” she said as she pulled herself up from the sand and dusted herself off.
“I didn’t mean to,” he said, walking over to her; his steps seemed hesitant and Buffy wondered if he was nervous about something. “And I was thinking about growing it back,” he said, running his hand over his chin again. “What do you think?”
“I think that’s a good idea,” she said, smiling at him. When he was only a foot or so away Buffy reached out and ran her hand over his chin too. “It suits you.” Buffy smiled at him and her mind went back to what he said earlier.
“What did you mean, ‘they do’?” she asked and he chuckled.
“Sorry, but you were projecting, and I couldn’t help but see-”
“Ah,” Buffy said, biting her lower lip. “My little daydream.”
“But Jedi, they do retire,” he told her and she smiled. “Once you’re too old to fight, or have lost your taste for it. Some stay and teach, others just relax.”
“Maybe, someday,” Buffy said, nodding her head as Obi-Wan opened his arms and she stepped into them. After a moment they both sat down on the beach, him behind her, her back against his chest. There was something about him, something that always seemed to put her at ease. She smiled as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment.
The next thing she knew she was being lifted up off the sand by strong arms. She snuggled into them as Obi-Wan carried her up the beach towards the house. She was more content in his arms than anywhere she’d ever been before. She sighed when he set her down on her bed, he brushed back some of her hair then began to turn away to leave. Buffy opened her eyes and took a hold of his hand. He turned around and looked down at her.
“Don’t go,” she whispered, her voice still foggy from sleep. He looked down at her for a moment, indecision written across his face. Finally he nodded and Buffy scooted over as he climbed into the bed next to her. Buffy laid her head into the crook of his arm and put her hand on his chest as his other arm wrapped around her. She blinked a few times at him, her eyes soft and dreamy as he smiled.
“Love you,” she murmured as sleep overtook her tired body. Obi-Wan smiled as he stared down at her sleeping form. Someday he’d give her that dream, someday they’d find the peace she so longed for. Until then they’d just have to make do with the peace of the night, together.
-End Flash Back-
Buffy smiled warmly at the memory. She missed him when he was gone, but when he was here it was like nothing she’d ever had before. Content with the fact that she wasn’t getting any sleep tonight she sat up in bed. If she couldn’t sleep, which was very evident, then she’d just have to get her rest another way. She took a few calming breaths as she closed her eyes. She drew her legs up and crossed them in front of her and began to meditate.
“Any news of her, at all?” Buffy asked as she walked down the hall, well she walked, he floated.
“Left us for good I believe she has,” Yoda said, shaking his head, a sad look on his face. “Unwilling to see the needed changes she was.”
“I’m sorry Master Yoda,” Buffy said, looking down at him.
“How feels the new mother to be?” Yoda asked and Buffy smiled at him.
“Padme’s doing good; she’s showing now,” she said, holding her hand a few inches away from her belly. “She’s certainly happy though,” Buffy told him, smirking. “Anakin too.”
“Good to hear this is,” Yoda said, nodding his head. “And you, holding up well I see you are. Miss him do you?”
“Well yeah,” Buffy said, nodding her head and shrugging her shoulders. “He’s been gone now for almost six days.” She looked down at him and smirked. “I’m not worried; I know he can take care of himself. I just wish I could be there to help is all.”
“Unwise it is to send you on missions together,” Yoda said and Buffy smirked as she nodded her head.
“I know, and I understand,” she told him, nodding her head. “Speaking of missions, when am I going to get a solo mission?” In the last two years she had been on missions, but never alone.
“Soon your time will come,” he said, nodding his head.
“Right,” Buffy said, nodding her head. “Ok, I can wait.”
“Restless you seem?” Yoda asked and Buffy laughed a little.
“Just pent up energy, I’m still so used to fighting all the time,” she told him, a small smile on her face. Even after two years she still found it odd to sleep at night, to not patrol.
“Ah, yes. Help you with that I believe I can.” He stopped and Buffy realized they were standing at the door of one of the many training rooms. Yoda floated through the door when it slid open and Buffy followed. She smiled when she saw just who was standing inside the door, lightsaber in hand and a half smile on his face.
“Master Windu,” Buffy said, smiling at him. “Good to see you.” In the last year she had gotten to know these two members of the council better, and had found that she liked them both a great deal.
“Elisa,” Windu said, nodding at her. “I thought perhaps, you might be in the mood for a little sparring?” he asked and Buffy nodded her head quickly.
“I so am!” she said, nodding her head as she pulled off her cloak. Underneath she wore a black body suit that fit almost as snug as a second skin with a formfitting tunic crisscrossed in front, secured by the belt holding her lightsaber. She pulled her lightsaber off her belt and dialed back the intensity, so they wouldn’t hurt each other.
Buffy turned her lightsaber on; she was really starting to love the low humming sound they made. Master Windu took a few steps back till he was standing on the mats, his lightsaber on. Buffy loved that he had a purple lightsaber, it was uniquely him. Buffy followed him out onto the mats, rolling her shoulders as she went.
“Obi-Wan has trained you in Soresu, correct?” Windu asked and Buffy nodded her head.
“I like it,” she said, swinging her lightsaber in her hand. “But I like Ataru better, it just feels right,” Buffy told him, smiling at him. Windu nodded his head and both of them got into their stance. Buffy watched the way his body moved as they began to circle each other. Which muscles tensed when he moved different ways. She blocked his first and second blow with a smile on her face. She took a step back and then attacked, one above, one below and one to the side, all blocked. The look on Master Windu’s face was very intense, but Buffy could see the enjoyment in his eyes. He moved to attack from above and instead of blocking, Buffy tucked and rolled, then sprang up behind him and nicked him in the shoulder. He looked down at his shoulder as he turned quickly to face her; she had a smirk on her face. She blocked twice more before he got her in the leg.
Buffy smirked as she attacked, fighting was such a release. And to be fighting Windu, one of the most revered fighters at the temple, Buffy couldn’t believe her luck. She realized with a bit of a start that she was doing well, against Master Windu, she was doing well. Not winning by any means, but not being beaten into the ground either, it was definitely a good sign. It went on like that, trading blows and blocking attacks, for a good twenty minutes before Windu took a step back and turned his lightsaber off. Buffy did the same only she bowed slightly, a huge smile on her face.
“Fluid your movements have become,” Yoda said as he floated out towards them. “An extension of your arm your lightsaber is now.”
“Thank you, Master Yoda,” Buffy said, bowing. Buffy noticed Yoda smirked then nodded his head. “Someone waits for you, in the starship hangar.” Buffy's eyes went wide and her smile grew.
“He’s back?” she asked and Yoda nodded his head. Buffy reached out into the force looking for Obi-Wan. She found him, and he was surrounded by a small pain. “Something happened,” she said and Yoda nodded his head in agreement.
“Go,” he told her. She nodded her head, bowed to Windu and ran out the door, her cloak flying to her hand as she left.
“Trained her well, Master Kenobi has,” Yoda said and Windu nodded his head.
“Have we had any news of Master Kuro?” Windu asked as they made their way from the training room.
“Left us for good I believe she has,” Yoda said, sighing sadly. “A great loss she is.”
“A great loss” Windu agreed, nodding his head. “But also a potential threat.”
“Indeed,” Yoda said, nodding his head. “Very angry with us she was. The path to the dark side, it may be.”
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Buffy asked as they walked down the hall towards the med center. Obi-Wan smiled down at her, his right eye and forehead were bandaged up with some kind of a blue med-tape.
“I’m fine Elisa, she barely even got me,” he told her. Buffy got the distinct feeling Obi-Wan was playing down the injury, he didn’t want her to worry. So she nodded her head and smiled.
“I can’t believe you let a girl beat you,” she teased, smiling up at him.
“Asajj Ventress is not just any girl; she is a dark Jedi, and a very powerful one at that,” Obi-Wan told her and Buffy looked confused.
“What’s a dark Jedi?” she asked and he smiled, in all the time she had been here, there was still so much she did not know.
“Someone in tune with the force who has aspirations to be a sith,” he explained and Buffy nodded her head. So Siths and bounty hunters weren’t the only things out there they had to worry about. Buffy followed him into the med center. This place was just like a hospital, and she didn’t like it either.
“What seems to be the trouble?” a dark skinned woman asked as she walked over to them, a huge smile on her face.
“Master Allie, what a surprise. Elisa, this is Stass Allie,” Obi-Wan said, smiling as well. “What are you doing here?”
“I try to spend a few days here every once in a while.” She smiled, nodding at Buffy. “So, what did you do?”
“It’s nothing, a small cut,” Obi-Wan told her, looking sideways at Buffy.
“Well you’ve come all this way,” Stass said, smirking at them. “Let me have a look at it.” She walked them over to a med bed and Obi-Wan sat down on it. Buffy watched as she unwrapped the blue bandage. The cut underneath was no ‘small cut’. It went from the top of his cheek to a little above his eyebrow. It was red and looked very painful, but it was beginning to heal already.
“Did Asajj Ventress get away?” Buffy asked as she watched Stass work on the cut. Obi-Wan looked at her, his right eye still shut and Buffy took a step back in shock.
“What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan asked and she blinked.
“How did this happen?” she demanded, her voice hard with a hint of fear. “I mean, where was Anakin?”
“He was fighting with me. Elisa, what’s the matter?” Obi-Wan asked, sliding down off the bed ignoring Stass’ protests.
“I can’t breathe,” Buffy said, shaking her head as she looked over his face. “Obi-Wan...I can’t...” She trailed off, still shaking her head. “I need some air. I can’t breathe in here.”
“Ok,” Obi-Wan said, nodding his head, his face a mess of worry and confusion. He looked back at Stass and she nodded her head.
“Take her up to the gardens. But I want you back here tomorrow, for now just wrap it before you go to bed.” Obi-Wan nodded his head and turned around to walk out with Elisa, but she was gone already. He ran out the door after her, hoping she had headed up to the gardens. He found her, sitting on a bench with her head between her knees.
“Elisa?” he asked, kneeling in front of her, worry etched into every line on his face. He tipped her head up to look at him and was surprised by the tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Is Anakin alright?” she asked and he nodded his head, further confused by the change of topic. She was blocking him, and there was nothing coming off of her but fear.
“He’s fine, not a scratch on him.” Obi-Wan was shocked by the sob that wrenched out of her.
“It was supposed to be him,” she said, shaking her head. “How can I stop it if it changes?!” she demanded, tears streaming down her face.
“Elisa, what are you talking about?” he asked, glad that the gardens were almost completely empty at this time of day.
“This,” she said, running her thumb down his face, inches away from the new cut on his face. “It was Anakin’s, don’t you remember?”
“What?” Obi-Wan asked and then flinched as an image was pushed into his head. Anakin, covered in sweat and grime, standing on the edge of a lava river, lightsaber at his side, a sneer on his face, and a scar over his right eye. Obi-Wan’s eyes flew open and Buffy read comprehension there.
“You see?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“In your vision-”
“Anakin had the scar, this scar exactly,” Buffy said, nodding her head. The tears had stopped for the moment, now she just looked very, very tired.
“It’s just a scar,” Obi-Wan assured her as he took her hand into his. “Elisa, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“But what if-”
“You think me capable of going to the dark side?” he asked, his voice gentle, not accusing.
“No!” she told him, no room for doubt in her voice. “Do you think Anakin capable of turning to the dark side?”
“But we know it’s possible,” Buffy interrupted him. She slid off the bench so she was kneeling in front of him, both of them on their knees. “I can’t lose you, not like that.”
“You won’t,” Obi-Wan said, taking her face in his hands. “I promise.” Buffy nodded her head, as much as she could, seeing as he was holding it.
“I’m sorry,” Buffy said, sighing. “I didn’t mean to freak out on you.” She leaned forward and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
“It’s alright,” he said, running his hand over her hair. “Everything is going to be alright.”
A/N- Hi! Welcome to the next installment of my stories. I hope you all liked it so far. Lots to do in the next ones. Shouldn’t be too long on getting it out. :-)