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Life's Cycles: Chapter 1 - Life's Innocence

Title: Life's Innocence
Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars/Obidala (Obi-Wan Kenobi/Padmé Amidala)
Prompt: #049 Reality
Characters: Obi-Wan, Padmé, Qui-Gon
Word Count: 727
Rating: PG
Summary: Obi-Wan attends another uninteresting Senate briefing with Qui-Gon, and meets someone he won't soon forget.
Author’s Notes: When I first sat down to write this I had an idea that it would be fun to do a series of fics in which Obi-Wan essentially follows a more typical lifestyle - that is, meets someone, marries them, settles down and has kids, and then dies and is reunited with that partner. Of course, being an Obidala shipper first and foremost, that someone had to be Padmé, and the idea just sort of went from there. This is probably the most AU set of fics I've ever written, in that by and large there are very few traces of actual Star Wars canon. If any have slipped in, it's probably purely by accident. So I urge you canon sticklers to take this with a grain of salt - or perhaps a huge heaping shakerful. XD It's Christmas, after all! Look for the next chapter to be posted tomorrow.



Senate hearings. Obi-Wan despised them.

“I understand why they’re necessary,” he groused to Qui-Gon, “but why must we attend every one of them?”

“We only attend the ones that directly affect the Jedi Order,” his Master reminded him. “Between you and me I’d prefer not to come either, but we have little choice. The Loyalist Committee is expecting us.”

Obi-Wan heaved a gusty sigh. “It still isn’t a lot of fun.”

“Over the course of your career as a Jedi, my young Padawan, you will do many things that are interesting, but you will do just as many things that are not,” Qui-Gon promised. “The trick is to be engaged in both sorts of things.”

The young man gave up. He knew it was useless to argue. After a certain point, his Master would assume a certain look on his face, the kind of look that said “This discussion is closed,” as plainly as if Qui-Gon had spoken those words. Qui-Gon was wearing this look now.

They made their way across the Senate concourse and into a small conference room, taking seats next to each other behind a long table. Moments later a group of delegates entered, filling the rest of the seats. The oldest and most tiresome of them, Fang Zar, whipped out a holoprojector and began gesticulating towards long reams of data showing rates of dissatisfaction among worlds in the Republic.

Obi-Wan quickly lost interest. He supported his chin with one hand in a futile attempt to look as though he was paying attention, but his mind was slipping in and out of focus like a badly-tuned HoloNet transponder. Once or twice Qui-Gon nudged him, and he nodded and muttered things like, “Oh, yes, that sounds good,” and “Yes, I’m amenable to that idea.”

“Padawan, pay attention!” Qui-Gon whispered sharply after the third such instance of this.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked. “I am!”

“Obi-Wan, you just told Senator Zar that the increasing growth of Separatism on Ryloth is ‘very nice’! That’s not exactly what I’d call paying attention!”

“Oh! Erm, sorry.” He could feel himself going red and quickly resolved not to daydream through any more briefings.

A young woman sitting directly across from him smiled sympathetically and winked. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at the ceiling, smiling back.

He now found himself staring at the woman, long after she had looked away. She was … well, to put it plainly … beautiful. Her hair was long and full, tied behind her head in a simple yet formal arrangement. Her eyes were deep cocoa, and her lips were red and soft.

Obi-Wan was transfixed.

“Who is that?” he asked, nudging his Master slightly. “The lady sitting across from us.”

Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow. “So you didn’t read the meeting brief.”

“What? Of course I did!”

“If you had, you would have known that she is Padmé Amidala, Senator for Naboo and one of the leading members of this Committee. Please apply yourself more dutifully to meeting briefs in the future, Padawan.”

Again Obi-Wan blushed. It was true, he hadn’t read the brief, but he’d had so much else to do! Silently he berated himself.

And then Padmé Amidala opened her mouth to speak, and he lost focus once more.

“I agree, Senator,” she was saying to Fang Zar. “Extra detachments of Jedi stationed on worlds where Separatism is most common would only serve to enforce the will of the Republic. It would surely lead to further rebellion.”

Obi-Wan was almost sorry that she did not say more. Her voice sounded as beautiful as she looked. He could have listened to it forever.

The meeting ended soon after, and he was almost sorry to leave. He had hoped Qui-Gon wouldn’t pick up on how he had spent most of the meeting, but as always, his Master was far too observant.

“I saw you looking at Senator Amidala,” Qui-Gon stated.

“Well – er – yes,” stammered Obi-Wan. “I found what she had to say most, erm, illuminating.”

“You were blushing nearly the entire time,” said Qui-Gon pointedly.

“I was? Oh, how … how strange.”

“The rule against attachment was lifted when I was a Padawan, Obi-Wan. You do not need to be ashamed. Would you like to get to know her better?”

Obi-Wan could feel his face flaming again, but he could not lie now.

“Well … yes, actually. I would.”

Tags: fanfic50, obi-wan/padmé, pg ratings, star wars
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