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A Fate Ruled By Force	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Star Wars (All) > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 6334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Landing on Tatooine had not been enjoyable. Padme decided to stay on the ship with Obi-Wan and so she sent another handmaiden out with Master Jinn. Padme gave him tools as he worked on the ship and even cooked lunch for him. She liked just being around the young Jedi. His presence was a source of comfort for her. He told her about his childhood and his adventures with Master Jinn. She in turn told him about Naboo and her own youth. He returned to fixing the ship after lunch while they still had light out. Obi-Wan liked Padme helping him. “I like helping you,” Padme said, “I’ve learned alot about your past; and about our spaceship.”
            “I’m glad. Step back, this fuel line needs to be cleaned and I don’t want you to get dirty.” She did as he asked and he opened up the fuel line.
            Padme stifled a laugh as Obi-Wan was covered in grease and black gunk that had been coating the vessel’s fuel line. “Are you okay?”
            “Yeah, I’m just dirty. I need to shower.”
            “Take your clothes off out here, that way you don’t get this stuff onto the ship.” He nodded and he managed to disrobe. Even his underwear were covered. Obi-Wan blushed and Padme hid a grin, “Obi-Wan, I won’t look if it makes you feel better.”
            “I-I-okay turn around,” she did and he removed the last of his clothing and headed up into the ship. Padme gathered his clothing and placed them in a bag to be washed when they got to Coruscant. Padme sat in the cockpit while he showered to clean himself off.

            Qui-Gon contacted the ship but Obi-Wan was still in the shower, so Padme answered, “Yes Master Jinn?”
            “Where is my padawan?”
            “He is in the shower. He got covered in grease and grime fixing the fuel line so he’s scrubbing it all off.”
            “Very well, I have some things to tell him. Can I leave the messages with you?”
            “I’m happy to record them if you wish,” she offered.
            “No thanks. Just tell him I have a blood sample for him to test, and that I have found a way to get the parts we need, but I will need a couple more days.”
            Padme nodded, “I will, Master Jinn. Is there anything else I need to tell him?”
            “No, I do not believe so. We will see you in a few days, handmaiden. Sleep well. Watch over my padawan for me.”
            “Of course,” Padme smiled. “Good night, Master Jinn.”
            “Good night, handmaiden.” Qui-Gon signed off.

            Padme walked back to the Jedi’s bedroom and knocked on the door. Hearing no response, she opened the door and entered. She could hear the shower, “Obi-Wan? Are you still scrubbing?”
            “This grease is impossible to get off!” He exclaimed.
            Padme laughed, “Do you need help?”
            “No, I think I’m okay. I’m having a problem reaching my back.”
            “How about I scrub your back? We don’t have to be naked in front of each other to do that. Just open up the shower door and expose your back and I’ll scrub for you.”
            “Can you hand me my swim trunks first,” he asked.
            “Of course,” she tossed them over the shower door and he put them on, “ready?”
            “Yeah,” he turned off the shower and opened the door, exposing his back and handing her the washcloth.
            “Obi-Wan, you missed a few spots,” she teased. He chuckled as she began to gently scrub off the black gunk. “You sure are tense.”
            “I think that all that reaching up to work on the ship took alot out of me,” he answered.
            “I could give you a massage,” she said, “one of my handmaidens showed me. It’d loosen you up.”
            “What could I do to repay you?”
            “Hold me tonight,” she smiled. “I slept very well last night when you were holding me. I felt so safe,” she added, blushing slightly.
            “I slept very well too,” he admitted softly. Padme felt her heart melt at his words. He was so sweet. She wrung out the washcloth and resumed her scrub down of her Jedi’s back.

            After he finished his shower he exited, putting on underwear and some sleep pants. He lay down on his bed and Padme joined him, wearing her own night clothes and a robe over them, “Qui-Gon called. He has a blood sample he wants you to scan, and he found a way to get the parts, but it will take a few days.”
            “Wonderful,” he muttered, lying down on his stomach. Padme straddled him and began to rub his shoulders, massaging the tension knots. He hissed in pain as she started to break up the largest one.
            “I’m sorry that it hurts,” she apologized.
            “Don’t worry about it, it feels better now.” The next twenty minutes was spent in relative silence. Once she had finished she moved off of him, suddenly feeling awkward. He sat up, pulled his shirt on and lay back down, “Join me, my queen?”
            “I’d be happy to,” she lay down next to him and felt him pull her into his arms; she turned and laid her head on his chest. He made her feel so comfortable and happy. “Good night, my strong Jedi bodyguard.”
            “Good night, my queen,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.

            When morning came Obi-Wan woke first and squeezed her before getting up, stretching and heading to the cockpit. He contacted his master, “Good morning, Master.”
            “Good morning, my padawan. How was your day?”
            “The ship will run fine once we have the parts you obtain. And I did finally get clean again.”
            “Yes, the young handmaiden told me of your accident. I am sending you the blood sample now. I want a midi-chlorian count.”
            “Yes Master,” Obi-Wan waited until it was transmitted and then did the test, “the numbers are off the charts. Over 20,000. Not even Master Yoda is that high.”
            “No Jedi is,” Qui-Gon responded. “I must think on this. Behave yourself and protect the queen, my Padawan.”
            “Of course, Master. May the Force be with you.”
            “And with you, Padawan.”

            Obi-Wan taught Padme some self-defense that day. She was a quick learner, and she could even sense his movements sometimes. He wondered if she was Force-sensitive. Padme enjoyed the closeness that they could share. She didn’t want it to end. “Obi-Wan, when we get to Coruscant what will happen?”
            “I do not know,” he answered. She was enjoying his embrace again as they lay in bed. “I promise, we will protect you my queen. No harm shall come to you while you are in our care.”
            “I believe you, Obi-Wan. And I trust you,” she smiled up at him and kissed his jaw lightly, “you’re a man of your word. You are a great man.”
            “I’m still growing up,” he reminded her.
            She shook her head, “No you’re not. Obi-Wan, you are a man. And you are an extraordinary man. You are kind, strong, brave, loyal,” she grinned as his ears turned pink, “and surprisingly humble. You are a true hero.”
            “Thank you,” he said, his cheeks burning bright red, “I’m…thank you.”
            “I’ve never met someone so amazing who is also so humble.”
            “That’s because you can’t meet yourself,” he whispered. Now it was Padme’s turn to blush. She buried her head in his chest, “It’s true, Padme. You’re amazing.”
            “We should sleep now,” she said, uncomfortable at the change in conversation. “Good night, Obi-Wan.”
            “Good night, Padme.”

            Once they were flying again Padme went to her handmaiden to learn what happened on the desert planet. Obi-Wan returned to piloting the ship with their pilot while Qui-Gon talked to him. “How was your time with the handmaiden?”
            “Enjoyable,” Obi-Wan answered.
            “Come now, Padawan, there is more to it than that.”
            “She is a very unique woman, Master. We talked a great deal while you were away.”
            “Did anything else transpire?”
            “Master!” Obi-Wan turned to look at Qui-Gon, “She is only fourteen. Far too young to do anything with; we talked, I taught her some self-defense moves…she’s Force-sensitive.”
            “Really? That’s interesting. Of course, that could go a long way in explaining the vision the two of you saw,” Qui-Gon stroked his beard in contemplation, “I will go meditate now. I’m sure she would be delighted to see you again, my Padawan. She was cleaning up the droid when I last saw her.”
            Obi-Wan headed down to the bay where the cleaning supplies were. Padme was there and talking to the young boy his Master had brought onboard while she was wiping down R2-D2. “We will be to Coruscant in a few more hours,” he said.
            Padme looked up at him and grinned, “I was wondering if I would get to see you again before we landed.”
            “My master granted me leave to come see you; actually, he suggested it.”
            She stood up and hugged him, “I want to thank you for spending so much time with me and treating me like an equal.”
            “You are very welcome, Padme,” he pulled away, “do you need help cleaning the droid?”
            With Obi-Wan’s help, the droid R2-D2 was clean in no time. “What do you think will happen when we get to Coruscant?”
            “I think that the queen will still need the services of the Jedi,” he answered.
            “So then I will see you again?”
            “Of course,” he smiled. “Why, are you tired of me already?”
            She laughed, “I could never be tired of you. You’ve kept my mind from the plight of my people. I could ask for nothing better.”
            They hit some turbulence and she fell into his arms, her lips inches from his. Padme closed the gap, giving him a light, sweet, and promising kiss. Obi-Wan felt his stomach do somersaults. This felt…right. Perfect. Reluctantly he pulled away, “I will become a Jedi Knight, and then I will come for you. I promise that.”
            “Well you’ll have to wait a few more years; remember? I’m too young.”
            “As soon as I am a Knight and you are of age, I will come for you,” he then whispered, “and I will cherish each moment we have had until that time.”
            “I will too,” she smiled, “now I need to go see the queen. Walk with me, my Jedi protector?”
            “Certainly,” he smirked.
            Padme turned to the little boy, “Anakin, will you be alright here alone?” He nodded, his eyes cold and lonely. Padme sighed, “You will be alright, Anakin. The Jedi will see to that,” she promised. She took the arm Obi-Wan offered her and they exited from the bay.
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