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These Little Conversations

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Dance Along the Edge". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sometimes, it's the little conversations that mean the most. Five moments between Buffy and Obi-Wan.

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Star Wars > Buffy-CenteredkerrykhatFR1353,172077,64431 Dec 1016 Feb 11Yes

Coruscant

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Note: Thank you for all the reviews. They really mean a lot to me. :) This is the last chapter for this story, but I do have more stories planned for this verse.

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Rubbing her eyes, Buffy silently wished that the nightmare that had woken her up had happened a few hours later. She was on her final days of leave, and waking up close to dawn was not the way she pictured spending them. Drawing her knees close to her chest, she watched the overcast Coruscant sky take on a pale red glow from the rising sun, the clouds slowly changing from the pale yellow glow they took on during the night.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Buffy turned around to see Obi-Wan, somehow managing to look somewhat decent despite having just woken up. She didn't know how he did it, but it was a talent she wished she had.

"You didn't need to get up," she told him, making room for him on the couch so that he could sit down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her, and she leaned into his embrace, resting her head on her shoulder. "You should be sleeping in while you still can."

"I was worried," he answered softly, tightening his hold on her slightly. "This is the third night in a row that your nightmares have awakened you, and the fifth time this week."

"It's not that big of a deal," she tried deflecting, playing with the edge of her robe. He had enough to worry about without her adding her inability to remember reoccurring Slayer dreams to the mix. Using his free hand, he gently lifted her chin so that he was looking into her eyes.

"I know you well enough to know when you're not telling the full truth, Buffy," he replied, worry in his blue-grey eyes. She didn't answer for a few moment, trying to collect her thoughts and sort out what she wanted and didn't want to tell him.

"It's the same nightmare I've been having since this war's started," she finally said quietly, looking down at her hands. "But it's started coming more and more often, like it's screaming at me to pay attention and stop it before it happens." She took a shaky breath and continued, "I try to remember the details, but it's almost impossible and every time I get it, I'm more afraid that what it's trying to warn me against is going to happen."

"Have you told others of your dreams?" he asked, interlacing his free hand with one of hers.

"I told Master Yoda about them, but he doesn't know that I've been having them more and more frequently," she answered, looking out the window at the lightening sky. She paused, trying to gather her thoughts, to try to put into words what had been on the edge of her mind these last few days. "It's like... It's like there's a big storm coming, and I can feel it moving closer. And I'm not sure we're going to survive it when it finally hits. Something dark is coming, and I'm scared, Ben. I'm scared that none of us are going to make it through," she added, her voice cracking with the last sentence.

"When the darkness comes, we'll face it together," he promised her, pulling her closer and giving the top of her head a gentle kiss. "And we'll survive it together."

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