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Where the Heart Wants to Be (Obi/Sabe)
Obidala
crystalkenobi
Title: Where the Heart Wants to Be

Somewhere between Canon and AU

Obi-Wan , Sabe, baby Luke


Disclaimer: The characters etc belong to GL.

Author’s Notes: Inspired by the Ladies of the Evening Challenge. Obi-Wan has to make a decision that he really doesn’t like. Sabe is doing something she does not want to be doing. Now the question is will the force keep Obi-Wan from having to give up his code of honor and will Sabe get the help she needs in order to quit doing what she does for her baby’s sake, or is the baby actually hers. This is also a twist on how Luke gets to Tatooine. I tried to keep Obi-Wan's character more towards the canon/moive side of the spectrum.

I decided to approach the challenge in a slightly different way. I wanted to show how someone comes to the decision of being a Lady of the Evening and why a Jedi such as Obi-Wan would go to one.

Thanks to Lady Kenobi with the title.

I started this in August 12 2004 over at TFN and I have started to work on it again. (http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/16673960/?0) link to original posting.

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The sound of humming could be heard in the air in the early dawn. A shimmering length of green could be seen against the two suns as the rose from the horizon. A man with reddish, brown hair that was streaked with grey was moving a light saber in measured patterns. As he performed these patterns he reflected on the previous night.
……….

He gathered some supplies from the pantry and went about creating a meal. Chuckling to himself, he thought about the days when his master or apprentice could not get him near a kitchen, unless it was to eat. Now days he took pleasure in performing this simple task. His only regret that there was no one to share this task or the final outcome of this task with, unless he included his imagination. Chuckling to himself again, he thought how when he was very lonely for someone to converse with, he would talk to his imaginary companions as if they were really there with him. Sometimes, it would be the Jedi council, Yoda, Mace, Bant, Siri, Qui-Gon, and his former apprentice Anakin, who after he left the order became a Sith, that he would talk to. Nothing wrong with speaking to imaginary people, and it helped to keep a mind sharp and strong, when you are in the circumstances he was in.

He reflected on how he left the order in shame, when his apprentice fell to the dark side and how everyone at the Temple gave him the cold shoulder, believing it was his fault that Anakin fell to the dark side. He couldn’t even walk out side the Temple, without people staring and pointing at him, whispering behind his back saying’ That’s General Kenobi, he is the reason the Jedi are being killed by Lord Vader and why we live in this dictatorship galaxy. People would throw things at him and he even had assassination attempts made on his life. He could not even visit some of his friends, who were still loyal to him and did not believe it was his fault, for fear of endangering their lives. He eventually decided that it was best that he left the order, and it seemed the Jedi council couldn’t get him out the door fast enough. At first he went to live in the underground of Coruscant, but it wasn’t long before he begun to hear rumors that Lord Vader would spare any Jedi that brought him Obi-Wan Kenobi. He knew that there would be some Jedi who would take advantage of this offer, so he decided that it was time to leave the planet and go somewhere that Vader would not look. The biggest problem was how to get off the planet without anyone knowing; He was too well known to be able to get aboard an outbound ship under an assume name. He was on his way back to his little hideout in the underground thinking about his problem, when someone grabbed him and pulled him down an alley, he struggled with his attacker, but eventually he had been knocked out. He had later woken up to find Bail Organa sitting in a chair waiting for him to wake up. Bail had explained that he had heard of what was going on and had made plans to help his friend off the planet, and had found a place on Tatooine where Obi-Wan could live in a small hut, close to the wastelands, under the name Ben Kenobi.

Sighing to him-self, if he was at fault for Anakin’s fall, then only history would tell. While he believed that he had done everything he could for Anakin, there might have been more, but he didn’t know what. Noticing that the pasta was almost finished cooking, he decided that he needed to talk to his special companion tonight. His special companion was a female that over time he had perfected in his mind, that he could talk with, laugh with, tell his awful jokes and get a laugh, watch a holovid with, basically everything that he would do if he really had a live woman living with him, every detail was picture perfect in his mind on what that woman was like, right down to what was under her clothes. Chuckling to himself, some would say he was crazy maybe even insane and they would be right in some ways. He had become crazy; living alone did that to a man even if he is a Jedi. Whenever he decided that it was special companion night, he took great pains to set the table with two place settings. He lit the candles and put on some soft soothing music from a holoplayer. The sound of an ocean filled the air. He served the food and sat down and began his dinner conversation with his “woman”.

After dinner he and his “woman” went into the tiny living room and sat on the couch to watch the only holovid he had that was not broken or scratch. It was about a young padawan falling in love with a lady who worked in one of those “house of ill repute”, and how they had to keep it a secret from the council. It was a movie filled with double entredes and by the time it was over with, he felt the need to retire to his bedroom for some quality time with force.

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He clipped the light saber to his belt and sat down under the shade of his lean-to, with his arms on his knees and his chin on his clasped hands, he compilated the events of last night. This need he had for companionship did not go away after some time with the force as it usually did. Time to go and seek some companionship in town. He sighed he hated going into town, unless he absolutely had to for several reasons. One being that he didn’t want anyone to recognize him and send word to the troopers, he still had a large bounty on his head and all it took was for someone having seen a wanted poster and his banther was cooked. Another reason was he didn’t like the crowds.. But this need was not going away and it was very strong. Usually when away on missions, it didn’t bother him much and when it did, usually could handle it by mediating in the force and it would go away. Upon occasion he would have to seek other means, but he could count those times on one hand. This was not something he wanted to do.

Unlike his fellow jedi years ago, who would go to houses of ill repute, or seek a lady of the streets, and pay for the umm companionship, he could never bring himself to pay for the companion ship, it went against his personal code of honor. It was not something that he could explain; it was just the way he was. He also felt that this was a personal matter and it was well known that some of these ladies would brag about whom they had umm dealings with. It gave them a sense of importance to their way of thinking among themselves. He knew that there were places where one could go and the business matters would stay there and not among the gossip mills. But still it was paying for it that really bothered him. Besides, when he was on missions after missions, he would use the force to ease his need, not to mention he got plenty of exercise with light saber training, and chasing wayward padawans. When those rare occasions occurred that he needed more than the force, he would seek out a widow, who thru the force he felt needed some companionship also but would not accept any payment nor would she sleep with a man who would insult her by offering to pay. Also the widow would be discreet because she didn’t want anyone to know her business either. There had been a couple of times when he and his very close friend Siri would help each other also when the need was too strong and they were on a mission, and even had been caught a couple of times in the most unwelcome times.

Chuckling, he remembered that they were on a mission to a planet that had very sensual beliefs and those people did not hide their sensuality at all. They wore very short tunics, including the men, and would ease the need at the drop of a hat, any hat, to protect a couple of royal kids who had a tamed nexus for a pet. After several nights and days of having to be around this atmosphere, they both felt the need for a companion and so they had retired to Siri’s bedroom after the kids were asleep, and so things were just about to come to a climax, when he felt something licking his barefoot, and since he was looking down into Siri’s eyes, it was not her. Another time they had been in his quarters in the temple and both of their padawans were having a few hours off from training, when right at the optimum moment, the door to his room open to reveal Master Yoda, and their two padawans. This caused a very embarrassing moment for Obi-wan. Neither Siri nor he had heard the door buzzer and so Master Yoda and the padawans were worried. Master Yoda had turned to the padawans and said “Tango, this is called, not allowed to do padawans, until knighted and know how to lock doors” They were teased unmercifully for weeks by the padawans after that.

He also had another rule, he never asked the woman for companionship, fully believing that if the force wills for him to be with the woman, she will ask. Also this he felt put no pressure on the woman and allowed her to control the situation. But here on this desert planet, he only option right now was to go to Mos Eisly and visit The Den of Inequity. The thought sent shudders down his body, he would have to break his code, but there was no help for it.

“Alright Ben, its time to quit being a Jedi and just be a man” he said out loud to himself. Having made his decision, he closed up his home, planning on spending a couple of nights in town, in hopes that he would not have to do this again for a long time to come, he got into his speeder and headed into town.

Unknown to him, the force was not finished with him as a Jedi. The force had a lifetime mission for him.
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Note: The incident with the cat and Yoda was based on Jeff Foxworthy's jokes about when his dog umm interrupted him and when he forgot to lock his door.

Sabe’s story to come.

My Valentine (a songfic, obiwan/oc)
Obidala
crystalkenobi
wrote this one back in 2004 for a letter challenge over at TFN and just thought I would post it over here for Valentine’s Day.

Title: My Valentine
Author: CrystalKenobi
Rating: G
Summary: General Kenobi writes a letter to his lady with the peach color eyes, as he waits for his orders that will take him to some war torn planet.
Author’s note: This is part of several little stories of the lady with the peach color eyes. The first one, that is posted, is in my signature. ( I know peach color eyes are strange but there will be a story that explains it at some point). This letter is inspired by the song called My Valentine. I first heard the song on a Jim Brickman album with Olivia Newton-John singing it a couple of years ago. I was listening to the album a couple of nights ago when the thought struck me that this was a perfect song for the occasion.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. (Don't own the song either)



My Lady,

This Valentine Day evening, I find myself sitting at a piano bar here on Coransant, waiting for my orders that will take me to some war torn planet. Anakin has asked for some time to spend with Padme this night. He explained to me that a husband is supposed to give his lady roses, and candy and take her to a romantic dinner on this night. I guess I could have done all that, but I’m not one for public display of affection, or even in private it seems. I know that marriage to me has not been a road covered with rose petals. The piano player was playing earlier a song that got my attention. It is a very powerful song that made my heart ache, because I realize that with this war, I may never get a chance to tell you how much you mean to me. So what I decided to do is to write this letter, knowing that it would mean more to you then all the roses, candy or dinners, because it is something from my heart that I could never seem say to you.


If I never get to speak to you again, you will always hear my words spoken in your ears, as you lay asleep and I watch you breathe knowing that every breath you take is the same breath that keeps me alive. If I become cold as the snow on the highest mountain peak, I would still feel your warmth all around me, as you would still feel my warmth, as I lay in bed with you. It seems I’ve waited a life time to have someone show me that even the force allows a cynical, forever obeying the council’s dictations, Jedi master, to love someone with such overwhelming strength. In my thousands of dreams of you, I gaze into your peach color eyes as I give you my heart to hold for all of time. When there is no sunshine during these wars torn days of this crumbling republic, when romance seems to have gone out of existence, you will always have my heart with you.

As the piano player finishes the song he says these last words which I am saying to you for they more than anything say what I wish I could say to you now.

All I need is you my love, my valentine.


Love
Your General.


PS:
Here are the words to the song I would
like to sing to you, on our honeymoon.

If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you

If there were no tears
No way to feel inside
I’d still feel for you

And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You’re all I need
My love, my valentine

All my life
I have been waiting for
All you give to me
You’ve opened my eyes
And showed me how to love unselfishly

I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn’t love you more
I will give you my heart
Until the end of time
You’re all I need
My love, my valentine

And even if the sun refuse to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have the heart
Until the end of time
Cuz all I need
Is You, My valentine

You are all I need
My love, my valentine.

All I Want For Christmas (songfic, Obi-wan/OC little story)
Obidala
crystalkenobi
Title: All I Want for Christmas

Author: CrystalKenobi
StarWars
TimePeriod: AU Clone Wars
Characters: Lady Min Kenobi (oc) General Obi-wan Kenobi
Summary: A wife wishing for her husband to come home for Christmas.
Rating:G
Genre: Songfic in a way.
Note: This was written back in December 2003 over at TFN. There was a thread that talked about what every one wanted for christmas, and I heard the song All I want for Christmas and it just came to me what to write during an midnight hour one night.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made and no infringement is intended.

Hope you enjoy. I take an constructive Critsism.



All I Want for Christmas


The Christmas tree was up in the grand hall and decorated with little twinkling lights and little silver, red and green ceramic ornaments. On top of the tree was a bright white star. The tree had a silver skirt around it. The huge fireplace, which dominated the grand hall, was decorated with a huge wreath, which had the miniature silver, red and green ceramic ornaments also. The mantle was dressed with garland and red bows. Stockings also hung from the mantle. Two red straight back chairs face the fireplace, which was at this moment had a Yule log burning to keep the chill out of the grand hall. From the grand hall, a dining room could be seen. The table was covered with a white lace tablecloth, with two place settings set across from each other. At each place setting there was a green placemat and napkin made out of silk. The dinnerware was made out of red crystal. The glassware was pure crystal. There were three silver candlesticks, with a tall green candle in each of them, in the middle of the table. The perfect picture of a very intimate, romantic dinner for two lovers.


She could see tree as she swept down the grand staircase with a grace of a cat. She was dressed in a christmas red velvet dress, which had a long slit on the right side that reached to the middle of her thigh and there was no back to the dress. She wore a gold chain necklace that had a tiny light-saber for a charm. She wore gold hoops in her ears. Her golden blond hair was on top of her head in a bun with a gold hairpin holding in place.

She strolled around the grand hall looking at both the grand hall and the dinning room wanting everything to be perfect when he arrived. She could smell the strong scent of spruce that came from both the tree and wreath. She could hear the crackling of the fire in the fireplace that would later, hopefully be a place for some romantic conversation. After checking that everything was just perfect, her husband was due home anytime, she strolled over to the window and looked out to the night.


She was worried that he would not be able to make it for Christmas. Every time he tried to come home, something had always kept him from coming. He was a general in the clone wars. This was the first Christmas as husband and wife, as Lord and Lady Kenobi, or as they were often called by the people the General and the Judge. She had not seen him for almost 6 months. She thought back to their wedding 7 months ago. They were allowed to marry because the Jedi needed her base and ships to become independent of the Senate and the Republic. The Jedi had come to realize that they could no longer be effective as long as they were dependent for finances etc from the Senate. Her base and ships was her dowry to the Jedi Order. This was supposed to be a marriage of convience, but during some events before their marriage and during their honeymoon, things changed between them. They grew to respect each other and developed a deep friendship towards each other. They had a habit after dinner each evening before retiring to discuss each others day. She missed those talks so much. She missed also having his broad shoulders to lean on and his broad strong chest to rest her cheek on as she slept during the night. Perhaps that is why she rarely slept well these nights. Only Padme and Anakin knew that there was more than a marriage of convience between them. Neither one of them publicly demonstrated their feelings for each other. The general was always a picture of cynical calmness, and she always wore a expressionless face that was common for a judge who had to always be careful to appear objective.


As she thought about this, she remembered an old song that was taught to her when she was a child and believed in Santa Claus and started to sing it to herself as she stared out into the night.






I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want Obi-wan for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is Obi-wan to come home...

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want Obi-wan for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is Obi-wan...
Obi-wan baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want Obi-wan here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is Obi-wan
Obi-wan...

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need -
won't you please bring my Obi-wan to me...

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see Obi-wan
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
Obi-wan to come home
..
All I want for Christmas is Obi-wan baby... (repeat)


Song: All I Want For Christmas Is You
Album: MERRY CHRISTMAS
Entertainment purposes only. I just substituted Obi-wan for you.
I don’t own this song and not making any money off it.

Letter to the General
Obidala
crystalkenobi
Title: Letter to the General
Author: CrystalKenobi
Fandom: Star Wars
Genre: AU, letter
Rating: G
Notes: I wrote this in the Official Obi-wan Kenobi fan club thread over at TFN back in August 2003. It was my first posting online of one of my writings. I would say it was written with the first pictures of Ewan’s look for Obi-wan for EP3 came out as inspiration. This is also based on my OC Lady Min Kenobi. Basically I just bought it over and added the disclaimer etc to it, otherwise its in its original form.
Disclaimer: All star wars characters etc belong to George Lucas. I don’t own anything except for Lady Min Kenobi. I am not making any money off of this.




My darling General,

If you are reading this letter than I have died. I know what you are thinking right now. You are thinking that you have failed another person. You never told me that you loved me. My darling you are wrong. Anakin's marriage to Padme was accepted by the Council once they saw the change in him from bad to good. But the Council could see that this caused problems for your master’s and padawan’s relationship. They thought that you could not understand Anakin's emotions. Our marriage was arranged by the Council as a way for you to understand your padawan better. It was hoped that through me you could come to understand the emotions that Anakin had.

What the Council could not understand was that you did understand what Anakin was going thru. You watched your own master fall in love and lose that love in death. You saw pain, suffering, and death during the clone wars. This changed you, but you could not express your feelings. Expressing your feelings would have been the final breaking of the code that you were raised to believe in. I saw daily the struggle you would go through. I want to leave this last thought with you and hope it brings some peace to your struggle.

My darling you did not fail me. You never had to tell me that you loved me with the words "I Love You". Every time you placed your strong, caring hands on my waist, and said "My Lady" while looking deep into my eyes, you said, “I love you".

Love your wife

Lady Minuet Kenobi

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