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fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-02-15 09:12 pm
neverlosemyfocus) wrote in fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-02-15 09:12 pm
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I want you to touch me, just to know I still feel
It was agony.
So much had changed since her death; her almost death. Going to the Land of Make Believe, to Univille, the Warehouse, had changed everything. Had changed them most of all. They had exchanged vows, she’d taken his NAME, wore his ring as he wore hers... lived together as husband and wife, with every intention of spending the rest of their lives together.
And now they were back. Returned to their galaxy at the moment they were removed, memories intact. Force bonds intact. To an Order that still found attachments dangerous. WRONG.
Too much had changed; she could not conceive of setting aside her feelings for him, giving him up. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. And, much to her relief... he felt the same way. So they... pretended. Hid what they felt in the Force, behaved as they had before their journey to another world. It hurt, FORCE, how it hurt, keeping her distance from him. She’d grown far too accustomed to his presence at her side. In her bed. Doing silly little things like curling up together on a porch bench enjoying a beautiful summer morning.
She’d never known longing quite like this.
They stole moments, when they could. With the ability to hide their presence, their emotions, in the Force, it made matters just a little bit easier. But FINDING moments to steal, in the Temple, with the war, their missions, was difficult. They were separated far too often. For far too long.
But they were Jedi, and they did what they must. They knew what was coming, now; maybe they could change it. Keep Anakin from Falling to the Dark Side. From becoming Vader. Keep Sidious from becoming Emperor. Whatever happened, she would be at Obi-Wan’s side this time. He wouldn’t go through it alone.
Duty didn’t make it any less painfully lonely, lying in bed in her quarters at the Temple, without him by her side. He was her husband... and she had to continually pretend that he was nothing more than a friend. And an often frustrating one at that; which he was, of course. Marriage hadn’t changed that. He could still frustrate her more than anyone in the galaxy. But he was so much more to her, as well.
And no one could ever know.
Which was why her next mission was a welcome one. A two Jedi team was being sent to a planet to investigate reports of a Separatist plot to take over the shipyards there. It was a deep space mission, and she was one of the Jedi assigned to investigate. The other... was Obi-Wan.
It was a long flight. They would be alone.
With no need to hide.
So much had changed since her death; her almost death. Going to the Land of Make Believe, to Univille, the Warehouse, had changed everything. Had changed them most of all. They had exchanged vows, she’d taken his NAME, wore his ring as he wore hers... lived together as husband and wife, with every intention of spending the rest of their lives together.
And now they were back. Returned to their galaxy at the moment they were removed, memories intact. Force bonds intact. To an Order that still found attachments dangerous. WRONG.
Too much had changed; she could not conceive of setting aside her feelings for him, giving him up. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. And, much to her relief... he felt the same way. So they... pretended. Hid what they felt in the Force, behaved as they had before their journey to another world. It hurt, FORCE, how it hurt, keeping her distance from him. She’d grown far too accustomed to his presence at her side. In her bed. Doing silly little things like curling up together on a porch bench enjoying a beautiful summer morning.
She’d never known longing quite like this.
They stole moments, when they could. With the ability to hide their presence, their emotions, in the Force, it made matters just a little bit easier. But FINDING moments to steal, in the Temple, with the war, their missions, was difficult. They were separated far too often. For far too long.
But they were Jedi, and they did what they must. They knew what was coming, now; maybe they could change it. Keep Anakin from Falling to the Dark Side. From becoming Vader. Keep Sidious from becoming Emperor. Whatever happened, she would be at Obi-Wan’s side this time. He wouldn’t go through it alone.
Duty didn’t make it any less painfully lonely, lying in bed in her quarters at the Temple, without him by her side. He was her husband... and she had to continually pretend that he was nothing more than a friend. And an often frustrating one at that; which he was, of course. Marriage hadn’t changed that. He could still frustrate her more than anyone in the galaxy. But he was so much more to her, as well.
And no one could ever know.
Which was why her next mission was a welcome one. A two Jedi team was being sent to a planet to investigate reports of a Separatist plot to take over the shipyards there. It was a deep space mission, and she was one of the Jedi assigned to investigate. The other... was Obi-Wan.
It was a long flight. They would be alone.
With no need to hide.
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