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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-CenteredkerrykhatFR1353,172077,81731 Dec 1016 Feb 11Yes


Disclaimer: Joss Whedons owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Note: This was written as a Secret Santa present for MusesInspiration over at The Rooftop. Happy holidays, everybody!
Note 2: For those waiting for an update of Warriors in Exile, it should happen in the near-ish future. I'm working out plot related stuff right now before I post more of that story to make sure that there aren't gaping plot holes.

"Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day," Buffy sang softly under her breath as she raised the hood of her rain cloak. She knew it wouldn't do much good against the seemingly never ending rain here on Jabiim, but she could live in hope that it would do something to prevent total soak-age. At least her hair was in a bun and wouldn't be dripping down underneath her body armor. Small blessings, she had them.

Walking quickly, ignoring the mud trying to suck her boots off of her feet, Buffy made her way to where Obi-Wan was standing on a small ridge overlooking the main Republic base. They had been here for a little under three weeks, trying to push back the Separatist backed Nationalists, and while they had been successful so far, it hadn't come without a cost.

"Credit for your thoughts," Buffy said, coming to stand next to the Jedi Knight. "Of course, I don't actually have a credit on me, so I'm not sure what I can exactly offer you."

"I'll take a promissory card," Obi-Wan replied with a small smile."Although I doubt I'll actually see the credit once you actually have any in your possession. I still remember your last shopping trip on Couruscant."

"Oh, shut up. It wasn't that bad," Buffy pouted, feeling the dampness seep into her skin. "And besides, it's not like you trying to kill me by putting me in charge of the Padawan Pack." For the last week, Buffy had been responsible for leading a group of Master-less Padawans, something she was less than thrilled about. It had nothing to do with the kids themselves, but more to do with her own ghosts that she hadn't put to rest yet. Leading them out there, no matter where Obi-Wan put them, reminded her too much of how she had been treated like a tool by those older than her back when she had been the Slayer. "I don't see why you couldn't put Alpha in charge of them," she continued, pulling her wet cloak tighter around herself in a futile attempt to keep warm.

"Alpha's a little more trigger-happy than you are, and I'd hate to have to report to the Council if they pushed him too far," Obi-Wan responded, giving her an amused look that soon turned serious. "You and I both know why I put the Pack under your command, Buffy," he added softly. Buffy nodded, turning to look out at the base. He had talked to her after announcing his decision, telling her that she was one of the few he could trust to lead the Padawans and ensure their safety. She had been touched by the trust he put in her, but it did nothing to help with her fears of getting one of the kids killed.

"If something happens to me, promise me that you'll watch over Anakin," Obi-Wan said suddenly, turning to look straight at Buffy. She frowned slightly, puzzled by the shift in topic.

"Of course I'll look after him, but why with the sudden worry?" she asked, reaching out to touch his arm and meeting his gaze. She may have only known Obi-Wan for less than a year, but she knew him well enough that this was more than a little out of character for him. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Master Sirris and his Padawan should have arrived by now," Obi-Wan changed the subject abruptly, pulling away from her and started walking towards the main camp. "We should meet them and continue our strategy session for capturing Alto Stratus with the Loyalists."

Buffy stood there, watching Obi-Wan make his way through the mud and rain, feeling deeply unsettled by the conversation they had just had. One thing she had learned about the Jedi Knight was he never did anything without a deeper reason. There was something he wasn't saying, something that had him worried that Anakin would need looking after.

"Goddess, please let me be wrong," Buffy prayed quietly, wrapping her arms around herself. "Please, please, please let me be wrong about this."
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