Alright! I've had this story floating about my head for a year or so, and I've just typed it. I hope you enjoy this; it comes directly after the Obsession series. Also, I am the kind of person who likes happy endings, so I have taken the liberties of changing almost all of Star Wars history.

Disclaimer: I do not own Asajj Ventress, Obi-wan Kenobi, or any of these characters.

Prologue

"I want you to watch a prisoner for awhile." the hologram Dooku announced, with his usual arrogance.

"Of course, master." responded Asajj Ventress, assassin, and future sith. at least, she wanted to be. Sure, she could watch a captive. what did Dooku think she was, a padawan?

"The droids will bring you Kenobi later today." he continued, as if he hadn't even heard that she had agreed, because she always followed orders as best as she could, although recently, she had seen him say the word 'failure' quite often after her missions. But one word of what he had just said stuck out in her mind.

"Kenobi?" She instantly began searching for some way out of the assignment. If Kenobi was involved, there would be trouble. Kenobi had always been a nuisance to her, especially because, unlike the other Jedi, he actually seemed to care what happened to her. He was annoying. Charming, but annoying. Maybe he annoyed her just because he didn't hate her, like everyone else she'd met. she was accustomed to hate, annoyance, and dislike, and his kind words were, well, nice, but maddening, because he was a Jedi and basically her worst enemy. And of course there were those irritating questions that kept popping up in her mind whenever she saw him or thought of him, both of which happened far too frequently for her liking. Did Kenobi dislike her, or like her? Or like-like her? Did she want him to like her? Or like-like her? What would it be like to kiss him? This thought was always where she told herself she was stupid, and forced herself to think about something else.

Asajj had especially been thinking about him ever since she had faked her own death. It had been a plan between her and her master, that she would pretend she was dying, then strike down Kenobi at the last second. Unfortunately, Anakin had gotten in the way, and she had to fake her death totally to escape being taken prisoner. But in the last few seconds of her "life", Obi-wan had gently lifted her up in his arms, not showing any thirst for revenge. She had even kept the old cloak, his cloak, that he had wrapped around her like a burial cloth. She didn't really have any use for an old, tattered Jedi cloak. But she had kept it just the same. She had cried then, too. Both of them had. She had known, deep down, that she probably would never see him again, as her master said it was better for her to let the Jedi think she was dead. For that matter, Kenobi still probably thought she was dead. But her master had begun to speak, so she turned her attention back towards him in time to catch the last few words of what he had said.

"...our guest, and I expect you to do it."

"Sorry, could you say that again?"

His scowl deepened. "I said, We must show hospitality to our guest, and I expect you to do it." Ventress scowled right back at him. That meant he wanted her to torture him, something she hated doing. But then again, She wanted to see the look on his face when she strode into the room, alive and perfectly healthy. Just seeing Kenobi would be pleasurable. Because she didn't like him. Or like-like him. Didn't Got it? You do not like him. she thought firmly. Kenobi couldn't charm his way around her.

"Fine. And you will come for him...?"

"About three hours later, when my ship arrives."

"I'll be ready."

"Don't let him escape you this time."

Ventress felt the need to protest. "He's impossible to contain, Master, of course I hate watching him. He always has some sort of scheme and gets away with his life." Well of course he got away with his life, she reflected, how else would he get away, dead?

"Ventress, I trust that this assignment will end better then your last one."

She sighed. "Yes, Master."