Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi, the name fit her for the moment, it fit the jedi persona she worked hard to maintain. However, it was all just a persona.

She slept in carbonite for thousands of years and when she was releassed, the galaxy had changed. The Force was at work to protect her, and Medria Nathem found herself in Jidai custody. She wasn't a fool though, she knew what she had to do to survive. Stay unnoticed, build her powerbase, search for her people, and keep an eye on the galaxy. All she had to do was keep playing the part of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi.

Author's note: Time will first show BBY, which is Before Battle of Yavin. As at the time they did not know that the Battle of Yavin would be a thing. The time given after in quotations will by either BTC or ATC, standing for Before Treaty of Coruscant, or After Treaty of Coruscant, respectively.

Chapter 1: Phantom

"But as long as you remember what you have seen, then nothing is gone. As long as you remember, it is part of this story we have together."

- Leslie Marmon Silko, Ceremony

Mos Espa, Tatooine: 32 BBY (3621 ATC)

The door to the mechanical room opened with a soft hiss as Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn peeked his head in.

"Obi-Wan?" He called into the room as he searched for his wayward apprentice after noticing when they landed she had disappeared. He felt her warm presence echo through their bond in response just as her muffled voice called out over the humming of the generators and engines. A shot of annoyance and pain shot through their bond followed immediately by a clanging sound, curious he stepped into the room searching for her.

The first sign of her was the crumpled brown cloak she left on the floor, followed shortly by the sight of her long legs sticking out from under the hyperdrive with tools scattered around the open toolbox next to her. Slowly she pulled herself out and stared up at him with storm-gray eyes peeking out from a face covered in grease and dirt with a visible red mark on her forehead. Qui-Gon bit back a laugh as he gingerly helped her to her feet, taking care to not actually touch her skin as she once more rubbed her grease covered hand across her forehead. Before he could open a mouth to crack a joke, she sent him a warning look as annoyance flooded their bond.

"How long have you been gone? You're an absolute mess," he asked as she unbuckled her belt using her tabard to scrub at her face and hands. "I can't leave you alone for a minute." It was said softly, kindly, but Obi-Wan stiffened, even as her master took her tabard from her hands and started to wipe at her face for her.

"The generator is gone, we'll need a new one," she started "It also wouldn't be a bad idea to get some new wiring for the shields, they won't last otherwise. I can install all of it easily enough." She reported calmly, even though she felt her dignity slowly draining.

"That'll complicate things" he mused, rubbing at a particularly stained part of her cheek, slowly turning it red. She grunted in agreement, casting a reproachful look to the hyperdrive.

"Naturally, when have things ever gone as planned."

"Obi-Wan" the hand that held the cloth dropped as he tightened a grip on her shoulder. "Be wary... I sense a disturbance in the Force."

"I felt it also," she had told him numerous times throughout their mission, but he didn't listen then. Qui-Gon twirled Obi-Wan's long braid around his finger, running his thumb over her accomplishment beads before tugging at it softly.

"Don't let them send any transmissions," he ordered softly. She sighed internally; she wasn't a youngling, she knew the basics.

"Yes, master." A smile appeared on her lips as she glanced to the door. "Is the Gungan going with you?" the look on his face was worth the question, especially with the exasperation that was sent through the bond. Since meeting the Gungan, her master was at his wit's end.

"Yes, unfortunately. He's not too pleased with that decision." However, from his face, she could see he was just as displeased as the Gungan.

"In some cultures that's considered an honor, you should count yourself lucky." She teased him lightly, earning a small tug on her braid before looking to the door serious. "In all honesty though, it's Tatooine, I don't think anyone is pleased with having to go outside."

"Just because you don't like the heat-"

"It's the sand, Master. Although the dry heat is not something I am a fan of, I can stand the temperatures. You'd best go before the Gungan tries to run away without you. May the Force be with you."

He smiled and stepping away towards the door. "And with you, Padawan." He pulled on his poncho one last time as he disappeared around the corner, leaving his padawan alone in the room with only the humming of the engines and various motors.

…

The smile that had graced her face dropped instantaneously as she sighed heavily, wiping her hands on her pants as she bent to collect the discarded tabards from the floor. The Force danced around her, picking up the tools cleaning up the oil spills. Frivolous use of it, but it was hers to command, as it had always been, and such a task of cleaning up would have only been an annoyance to add to her long day.

At one point she would have considered the engine room of a ship to be a sanctuary, where secrets were shared and stories were told, it now was only a cold reminder that the past was gone. Now, it was her least favorite place to be, but her years of experience gave her a higher level of knowledge that proved useful. With nothing left for her, she strode towards the exit, scooping her robe up from the floor as she passed.

The crew milled about the crew quarters, all unsure what to do next or how to help. Leadership, she decided, was lacking wholly in the ship, though the captain tried, his hands were tied by the one he served. Obi-Wan moved to the storage room where the boarding ramp remained open. The burning heat wafted into the ship with such relentlessness that the padawan sighed heavily.

Sand, she was used to. Heat, she was used to. It was the cruel combination of the two on the Force-forsaken planet that drove her mad. She leaned against the hull, looking out to the horizon as the heat of the sand created waves in the air. She hummed contemplating, perhaps, just perhaps-

"Jedi Kenobi" the voice of Captain Panaka jolted her from her thoughts. She jumped slightly, surprised to be caught unawares before turning to face the older man.

"Yes, Captain?"

"You appeared lost in thought..." he trailed off glancing out the boarding ramp. The Padawan nodded with a soft smile.

"Yes, my apologies" she paused. "I'm not a fan of Tatooine, I wish we were elsewhere. Perhaps it's the suns. It does something to the people here makes them reckless, dangerous."

"You've been here before?" He looked out to the horizon with her.

"Once, very long ago. I didn't come here though, I was at Mos Ila, a town, quite a ways away from here." They stood silent, watching the sand shift under the breeze.

"I hear you can go blind staring at the sand too long, let's go inside and cool off." The captain turned to her, interrupting the momentary peace. Reluctantly Obi-Wan nodded, following him inside as the ram shut.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure" the voice of Jedi Kenobi filtered up the ramp to the relief of Captain Panaka. She had been acting strangely since Master Jinn departed and after news of the sandstorm the crew came to him, voicing concerns that the Jedi had ventured outside the ship in a mood, despite their warnings. The last thing he wanted to do was explain to the stoic Jedi master why his apprentice died in a sandstorm because no one stopped her from wondering outside in the middle of it, her voice, however, was a relief. "That's why I'm warning you now and not in a few weeks." her voice continued sounding increasingly annoyed as her accent thickened. At first, he would have said she had a core accent, but after hearing her speak with her master, and for long periods of time, the more he noticed that is was very different, though still refined and cultured.

Panaka moved forward, hoping to see the young woman with another crew member, or even one of the handmaids, but was surprised when she was alone pacing outside the ship with a comlink held tightly between her fingers. She was massaging her scalp through the thick braided crown she had as her face skewed into a look of irritation pausing in her steps.

"Why do you feel the need to question everything I tell you? I am no youngling, Overseer. Naboo is about to face a crisis, their people will need aid, and we will provide it. It is a simple as that." She stopped as the voice over the com responded. Panaka found himself surprised. She was fighting on behalf of Naboo. "Do not lie to me." He voice snapped, turning cold. "You have plenty of able bodies to get the job done... I am not telling you to deploy everyone, don't you dare go putting words in my mouth. I am, however, ordering you to prepare to send at least half." sending aid. Panaka's chest clenched. Without permission from the Jedi council, or the Senate, the young woman was already making plans to help Naboo. From her method of holding the conversation, she wished not only to keep it private but keep her name out of it. Though he was deeply touched, he would respect that wish of hers.

"Go to the others, see if they are willing to help. And while you're at it, see if the others will petition on behalf of Naboo. I fear the young Queen Amidala will need all the help she can get." She sounded tired, but with her back to the captain, he couldn't see the smile on her face. "Thank you" the whisper carried on the wind like an answered prayer. The weight of finding aid seemed to be lifted from her as her pacing slowed.

"I'm fine, you shouldn't worry so much about me. I'm not a youngling...honestly, you weren't this much of a flittering mother while you oversaw my training why now?" her face had softened and she even smiled gently. The tone she had used was teasing, one of fondness which he had yet to hear her use with anyone, even her own master. "Yes, I'm being careful, you know I have to be... It shouldn't be long now, I hope. I believe that Qui-Gon will be petitioning for me to take my trials soon, in the coming year. It would be nice to have a bit more freedom." She paused long listening carefully to the other person. She turned contemplative, hand rubbing her chin.

"I'm not sure yet, I will, of course, keep you updated with my plans... Take care of yourself, old man. Galez Qyâsik prievole tu." Her last words emphasized the already noticeable accent as the unknown words rolled off her tongue with ease. She clicked her comlink off and turned as she slipped it into her robes. Crystal blue eyes met deep brown slowly turning gray as her face hardened.

…

Her fists clenched in her robes, as she worked hard to control her anger. Eavesdropping, the captain eavesdropped on her very private conversation. If she were anywhere else, if her master wasn't so close, she would have punished him, but she held herself back.

"This storm will slow them down." She pointed to the nearing storm, a subtle but clear warning, that her conversation was not to be discussed.

"It looks pretty bad. We'd better seal the ship." He carefully said, watching for her reaction. He understood clearly then, Obi-Wan assumed. She grunted disgruntled at the storm, throwing a dirty look. Sandstorms truly were the worst.

The Captain's comlink chimed, and he quickly answered it. "Yes?... We'll be right there," Worry etched in his forehead as he tucked the comlink away, staring at her. "We've received a transmission."

"Lead the way." She followed him inside, allowing herself the leisure of attempting to brush off the sand from her robes as they entered, the ramp securing. The two of them moved quickly to the throne room.

Obi-Wan admired the elegant throne room, it reminded her of the past, the sleek metal and subtle richness in the clean lines engraved into the walls. Everything was designed to make the young queen stand out, along with the brightness of the handmaids' robes. Obi-Wan slipped onto the bench while the transmission played.

"They've cut off all food supplies until your return." The holo of Governor Bibble fizzed momentarily, most likely due to the storm. "The death toll is catastrophic. We must bow to their wishes, your highness, you must contact me."

It all felt wrong, even as the holo flickered out and Obi-Wan found herself staring at the empty transmitter. Her hand found her chin, even as the fear, concern, and worry echoed restlessly through the Force from the occupants in the room. The Governor was not a fool; he would not send a holo unless under duress.

"Play the last part once more," Obi-Wan ordered, standing from her seat.

"Wha- you dare torment-" one of the guards spoke up.

"I'm checking something." she turned to the decoy queen. "Please, your highness, I mean no offense, but I need it played once more."

The queen nodded, and the transmission played once again. Instead of listening, she focused on his face and body language. He moved with each phrase as if to emphasize his statement, but his face showed differently. He was tense, beads of sweat gathered at his hairline. And very subtly, almost unnoticeably, his eyes moved, reading from a script. It all enraged her, such an underhanded technique.

"Send no reply." A dozen eyes landed on her. Cold, she was cold. "It's a trick. Send no transmissions of any kind." She turned sharply and left the throne room in silence. She hated it. Cold, unfeeling, devoid of emotions. So Jedi. No emotion, peace, but peace was not what she felt, only rage and anger burning like a fire in her chest. Helpless, it was all helplessness. She had once sworn she would not be helpless again, but there she was, having to wait for her master's orders.

She stormed into the cockpit, which by grace, was empty. It was dark, the viewport obscured by the sandstorm, with only the red electrical lighting illuminating everything. She pulled out her public use comlink and tapped in her master's code. It was a long silent minute before Qui-Gon answered.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Master. I hope you've found shelter from this sandstorm." Obi-Wan greeted, trying her best to sound cheerful as she slipped into one of the chairs.

"What happened Obi-Wan?"

"We received a transmission from the Governor of Naboo," Obi-Wan sighed leaning back into the chair and propping her feet up on one of the controls. "The Queen is upset, but absolutely no reply was sent."

"It sounds like bait to establish a connection trace."

"And what if it's true, the people are dying?" the dragon in her chest roared to life begging for blood 'let them find us, let them fight us, let me win' it begged, but she pushed it down stifling its sound.

"Either way, we're running out of time. Meditate Padawan, you'll feel better then."

"Yes, master." Obi-Wan clicked her comlink off and sunk into her chair. Of course they were running out of time, she thought bitterly, she couldn't do what needed to — held back as always. She scowled, fiddling with the comlink before making up her mind.

She knelt in the middle of the room, facing the beds meditating. She pulled at the light and the dark, trying to give room for both. As always, once her breathing settled and the Force grew heavy in the room, it began to feel like the base, with the Grand-Master and Council Member.

Her mind was open to the movement of the Force, hearing it's call as it pulled her into the web. Red and black, a black hole, the Senate building crumbling. Just flashes, of images, rose with feelings of worry, dread, and resentment. Just as quick as they came, they left.

"Ah, this is indeed an interesting turn of events," a deep, ethereal, and uncomfortably familiar voice spoke through the silence, cutting through the building Force. She refused to open her eyes, pulling more intently at the Force.

"Who would have thought we would end up here on Tatooine, once more. This is where you realized your feelings for him isn't it?" Her eyes snapped open glaring at him as he began to chuckle. Across from her, seated on the sleeping mat, was the Force-ghost of her father, though looking far too pleased with himself. As usual, his hair was combed back, and beard trimmed impeccably. He was dressed more relaxed, forgoing the normal armor he marched around in. "So, you aren't ignoring me. I was beginning to wonder." He stated far too smugly.

"No, of course not." She bit, voice dripping in sarcasm even as she flicked her loose hair over her shoulder. "You make it seemingly impossible to do so."

"Come now, converse with me, child." He leaned forward smiling.

"What do you want me to say? I thought I told you I was finished with you."

"I saved your life, child, I will never leave."

"Saved my life? You turned me into a fucking child, how is that saving my life?" She hissed, pushing her self to her feet.

"What do you think the Jidai would do to you if they found out who you are? I used the last of my abilities to keep you from that fate."

"And instead you handed me to the beast Zildrog himself."

"So dramatic, come now, you've survived this long, it's been what? 20 years since you were handed to them? I am simply an observer now. I hold no judgment towards you."

"Bullshit."

"I know you, child, I know how you think. If you keep everything bottled up who will face your wrath? Unburden yourself to me, and I will advise you the same way I had done all those years ago when you were a youngling." He leaned forward, staring intently at her. Finally, she huffed a sigh and dropped to the ground in front of him, legs crossed like a pretzel. She was tense for a while before crumpling forward, shoulders slouching.

"Qui-Gon has entered into a foolhardy bet on a nine-year-old Force-sensitive." She began.

"Odd. Though, I suppose of the two of you he's always had the luxury of being more reckless."

"A nine-year-old human slave boy, in a pod race." She continued, causing his eyebrows to jump to his hairline. "This ship is the compensation if the child loses the race, not taking into the fact that the boy could die. I had offered to cover the costs on my own, with my sources, I could get the payment in spice for a whole new ship as well as purchase the child and his mother in a day's time. He called my methods shady at best and my contacts disreputable and a stain on my honor as a Jedi." she spat it out like a curse her knuckles turning white as she gripped the fabric of her pants.

"He doesn't trust you." He ventured, but she tightened as the void in her heart grew.

"No, he doesn't. I'm beginning to doubt he ever has."

"You're concerned about this?"

"Naturally, he's accepting the risk of the gamble but not trusting my own skills. When I'm mission head, he takes charge quickly or undermines me. I'm close to the time of my knighting and yet he still has not put any trust in my skills, in me. Krif it, this had been my mission at the beginning." And it had. It had been her job to lead the negotiations with the trade federation, but as soon as she felt the shifting of the Force, the forewarning, he took charge. The only time she got a word in was when she pointed out Tatooine as a place to land, and that was because she knew the planet. She shook her head. "He has an obsession for a prophecy..."

"Oh, now that's interesting, which prophecy?" Her father leaned forward looking very interested.

"The prophecy of the Jedi Chosen One. The one who will destroy the sith and bring balance to the Force."

"Wishful thinking. Everyone has hopes of a savior, the Jedi are no different." He barked a laugh cutting her off.

"The boy's midichlorian count was off the charts," She tried to argue.

"And whos blood did you test it against?"

There was a beat of silence between the two as she stared up at him wide-eyed. " Gah, you're infuriating," she shouted dropping to her back, long hair fanning around her head.

"Naturally, it's a father's job. And yet, I am still right. You're growing powerful, it's natural. Now, tell me, what is your plan?"

She blinked and sat up, a smile playing on her lips. Since she was a child, she always had back up plans, so that she would never be caught unawares. It was a nature of her that while it had lead to his own death, was quite useful, even admirable.

"I arranged for a plan B. One of my people will be here the day of the race and will watch it unfold. Should things go awry, he will approach the host of the race, offer just compensation to cover the ship. Then ask for a middleman to purchase the needed hyperdrive parts. Expensive, granted, but it will be required to keep the blue-winged menace blind to our actions. After acquiring the parts, while I work on installation, he will purchase the freedom of the child and his mother and take them safely away from this dustbowl."

"Sounds simplistic for you."

"Not quite." she rubbed her forehead and sighed. "It'll be quite dangerous because my contact is someone known to Qui-Gon."

"And you're willing to keep him in the dark?"

"He's made it clear he doesn't trust my judgment. However, this is my mission; therefore, I must act on my own discretion. One of us needs to ensure that this mission is a success. Besides, I would prefer not to be stuck on this hellhole of a planet." She grunted, pulling a disgusted face as she looked to the ceiling.

"Don't you hold some fondness for the place, after all, you fell in love with him here."

She slumped forward and refused to look at him. He was right of course. It was here in the sands of Tatooine she found herself flustered beyond belief, and trying desperately to tempt him as well. The freezing nights caused them to have to curl together at night, legs tangling, searching for warmth and comfort. He never knew she had woken up first, letting him just hold her, and the pain it brought when he jumped away as soon as he woke up, scrambling to put distance between the two of them. It was also where he cared for her when she got heatstroke, and he had to deal with her rudeness and uncooperativeness to nurse her back to health. After it all he'd always beath out a sigh of relief 'didn't lose you.'

"It's where I first realized, but this planet is little more than a place." She paused, eyes closed. She could see it all again, him on the Holo, head bowed in resignation, fear echoing through their bond, the lightsaber slashing through, his eyes meeting hers as life left them. "My family is dead, Father, I will drown myself if I keep lingering. My strength must come from my will to keep moving." She tried acting strong, even as her voice wavered and a tear spilled from her eye. It was hardly a surprise when her father's hand ran through her hair. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He wasn't there for her as she grew up, but her father had always had a way of soothing her soul, even when she didn't trust him.

Obi-Wan was fiddling with the hyperdrive controls, pushing at the growing feeling tingling up her spine. It felt wonderful, intoxicating, but she knew if she touched it, while her master was so close, it would be finished. She turned her focus instead on plotting the route to the Courascant. The door to the cockpit hissed open as Captain Panaka rushed in.

"Qui-Gon is in trouble, he says to take off!" The captain rushed to one of the seats as Ric rushed to the pilot's chair.

"I don't see anything" he searched for a sign of Obi-Wan's master. Obi-Wan followed the feeling, letting it guide her finger, to a small cloud of dust.

"Over there, fly low," she ordered the pilot. He hesitated, looking at her with confusion as she felt his rebellion rising in the Force. He wavered long enough that she shoved him out of his seat and took his place. The outraged shout was silenced as she flew the ship just above the dust cloud and glowing lights. She felt Qui-Gon's presence on the ship and immediately raised the ship, going for orbit. Her eyes fell to the Pilot who managed to get to his feet, looking shocked. Like a viper strike, she claimed the collar of his uniform in her hands, pulling him close to her.

"Next time, don't hesitate when given an order. Because it could be everyone's lives your endangering rather than just my master's." Her voice was low and threatening as she stood. The tense silence of the room remained until she released him and bolted out, rushing to the storage room. Qui-Gon was collapsed on the floor drenched in sweat and dirt, his cheeks were pale rather than the expected red tint. She knew she should have felt relief seeing her master alive and in one piece, but instead rage bubbled in her chest.

"You fool, what were you thinking" she shouted at him. He had the decency to flinch slightly, knowing how angry she was, even as she rounded on the wall. The mediscan and bacta spray that hung on the wall was removed in a single swoop before she stormed to his side. She dropped to her knees next to him quickly running the scan over him as she glared at the screen.

"Are you alright?" a small voice squeaked. Obi-Wan looked up and for the first time noticed the young sandy-haired boy kneeling next to Qui-Gon.

"I think so... that was a surprise I won't soon forget," Qui-Gon replied with ease, causing Obi-Wan to growl.

"If he is alright," Obi-Wan began, directing her attention to the boy, "He won't be when I'm done with him." the boy jumped back surprised as the large man winced under the steely gaze of the young woman.

"I told you, Force knows how many times. This should not have been a surprise. Force, Master! Why must you always ignore me? Believe it or not, I do know what I'm doing." She shouted, only stopping as the scanner began beeping. She scanned the screen before taking a deep sighing breath and turning her cold eyes to the grown man. "You are a very lucky master. You have a minor case of hyperthermia and muscle fatigue. I'll administer the bacta, and you will be going to rest, in ice."

"That thing was after the Queen." Qui-Gon did his best to ignore her as she jammed the needle into his arm to inject the bacta.

"Do you think he'll follow us?" the boy asked. Obi-Wan rolled her eyes.

"For all you know, that thing was after you. Don't go making assumptions until you have the facts. However, in hyperspace, we're safe."

"What about assumptions? So confident in the hyperdrive?" Qui-Gon's eyebrow raised as he looked at Obi-Wan who crossed her arms and glared.

"I installed it myself, so yes I am confident. Unless you discover a device that can yank us out of hyperspace I am secure in the belief that here we are safe." Obi-Wan settled down next to Qui-Gon and glanced at the boy, before shooting a look to her master.

"Ah, Anakin, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi, my Padawan. Padawan, this is Anakin Skywalker."

Obi-Wan reached out her hand shaking the hand of the enthusiastic Tatooine boy. He was a bright spot in the Force, shimmering with awe and excitement for the adventure, but shadowed with worry for his mother.

"Wow! You're a Jedi too?" Obi-Wan couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. Such a sweet boy, Brae was around the same age, the same blue shining excitedly.

"I'm pleased to meet you too Anakin."

"What do you mean?" Obi-Wan whispered in outrage into her comlink, It was late in the rotation cycle, but the call was urgent, and her master was finally asleep.

"The senators have close ties with the trade federation, everyone does, they aren't willing to go against them just for a planet not apart of the alliance." His voice scratched through the comlink. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Fuck it all." she hissed. "What about the other front?"

"Everything is ready and waiting for your order."

"Thank you."

"It's past midnight here, and the ship is setting itself to Coruscant time, go to bed, we'll discuss this more in person when you arrive." She hummed as the line went dead. Stowing the com into her pocket she made her way into the main area, moving to the cabinet to make some tea. It was a subtle feeling at first, she barely even noticed it but as her hand touched the cabinet she fully realized, she wasn't alone. She peered over her raised arm, to see Anakin curled in a ball under the bright orange-red robe of one of the maids. He curled inwards further as her eyes landed on him and her face softened.

"You're still awake," she spoke softly, just above a whisper, sending a gentle warmth towards him with the Force to let him know she wasn't upset with him. He nodded into his knees as she sighed.

"You're angry." He whispered back. She paused, leaning against the counter.

"Yes, I am. Things have hit the fan so to speak, I'm trying to clean things up before it gets too bad."

"Hit the fan?" Anakin's head tilted to one side. Obi-Wan chuckled and opened the cabinet.

"It's a shortened version of 'shit hit the fan.' It means that a situation got very messy or chaotic despite the attempts to keep it for happening." She pulled the instant-tea out and grimaced. It was not her favorite, but it would work. She quickly activated it as she turned to Anakin.

"Qui-Gon and I were present to start negotiations on behalf of Naboo to stop a blockade, we were met with hostilities. After our not-so-gracious hosts blew up our ship and tried to poison us we were forced to flee to the Naboo planetside via their invasion crafts where we had to dodge their droids, make our way through the planet core to the other side of Naboo to rescue her Majesty and flee the planet. Our ship sustained fire, and our hyperdrive was severely damaged. That is how we ended up on Tatooine. Since we sat for so long without repairs, we were able to be tracked down by an enemy force. Thus, the negotiations hit the fan." She lifted the warmed tea to her lips, downing it quickly while noticing the slight shivering of the child.

"Come with me." She held out her hand as the other set down the cup. Hesitantly Anakin slipped off the booth and took her hand. She lead him through the ship stopping in front of the door to the room she shared with Qui-Gon.

"We must be very quiet alright" she whispered as manually slid the door open. She pressed a finger to her lips and pointed to the floor instructing him to wait as she crept inside with bare feet that didn't make a sound against the floor. Qui-Gon's snoring was as loud as usual, like a Yozusk roaring. She winced and tiptoed past him to the small storage. As the door creaked open, his snores stopped, and he shifted.

"Obi-Wan?"

"I'm here master, go back to sleep." She whispered, crossing her fingers and praying to the Force. A second later the sores resumed, and she sighed in relief before claiming what she had been looking for.

When she reemerged, it was with a pillow and a bundle of fabrics. She slid the door shut again and took Anakin's hand. As a door slid, open Anakin's jaw dropped in awe as he saw the engines and hyperdrive.

"This is the engine room. It's by far the warmest room in the ship." She dropped her armload onto the floor before kneeling in front of Anakin. A wave of brown swept over him before something heavy and warm settled over him. He glanced down wide-eyed at the two warm Jedi robes that she had wrapped him in. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned forward into her.

She wrapped her arms around him, letting him settle on the pillow on the floor and leaning Obi-Wan. He burrowed into her side, eyes finally drifting shut as Obi-Wan hummed and ran her fingers through his hair. His breaths evened out as she sent calming waves of the Force over him.

"The burning star of Izax bathes the sea in light, feel the peaceful warmth, touch the darkest night." She sang softly.

"'s pretty," Anakin mumbled against her. She stiffened for a moment, glancing at him. His face was lax, obviously nearly asleep, so she sighed and relaxed, leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes and placed her head against his soft hair.

"Calm your angry heart beneath the waves of fate, feel the tears of Scyva, wash away your hate."