Two Blondes+1 Obi-Wan Kenobi=Trouble (Jan. 17)
Author's note: ack! I forgot it's been 3 days since I updated. How time does fly.
She smirked. “And you’re in love.”
“I am not! And that was completely random.”
“yes you are, Kenobi, and you know it.” She said matter-of-factly.
“Well then you don’t know me very well.”
She laughed softly. “I know you plenty.”
He sighed in frustration. “I have to go.”
“Who is it this time, Kenobi?”
He pointed a finger at her, telling her not to go any further. “Just stop it.”
“All I want to know is who she is.” Siri said; curiosity was one of her weak points.
Obi-Wan lowered his finger. “Petra Skywalker; Qui-gon released her and her brother from slavery. You happy now?”
Siri was taken aback. “A slave?! You tossed me aside for a slave.”
Anger was starting to show. “She’s more than that.”
Qui-gon stepped in between them. “You two take this outside before you cause a disturbance.”
Obi-Wan retreated and calmed down. “Sorry master.”
They walked outside; Qui-gon shook his head. Those two never went a day without fighting over something. Siri and me were alike now that he thought about it; both were free-spirited, beautiful, independent, opinionated…Siri could handle a lightsaber very well; and Qui-Gon had a feeling that if I were trained, I’d be just as lethal. He also had a feeling that both of us were getting under Obi-Wan’s skin and that he was in love with both of us. He couldn’t really blame Obi-Wan.
“So what’s she like?” Siri asked once she and obi-wan were alone.
“You know, Tachi, I don’t have to put up with this.” Obi-Wan said annoyed.
She still smirked. “But you will, Kenobi.”
He started to walk away. “I want to meet her; know what I’m up against.”
He turned back around. “You make it sound like she’s the enemy!”
Siri moved closer to him. “Maybe she is.”
Obi-Wan shook his head and walked back inside. Siri was jealous; he knew that much. But whether he was in love with me or not, she had no say. Obi-Wan turned and walked back inside to join Qui-gon, who had sent for both me and Anakin. We arrived about ten minutes later, after Anakin tried to see Padme again but instead, was told that she was on an errand. Anakin gave his message to Queen Amidala, who promised to let Padme know. Qui-gon took Anakin inside to the Council chambers, then left per the Council’s request. He and Obi-Wan talked on the balcony overlooking the city while I just sort of walked around. What I found out next nearly knocked me off my feet. Well, not really found out…more like what I saw.
“Hello, my name is Siri Tachi. And you are?” A young, blonde woman asked me, who strangely, looked a lot like me.
“Uh…Petra Skywalker.” I said in reply, smiling, though I didn’t really like her for some reason; couldn’t explain that either.
She smiled back, her hand resting on her hip. “I’m one of Obi-Wan’s friends; but I don’t know you.”
I laughed a little. “I don’t see how you would since I’ve only been here about three hours.”
Her smile somewhat faded. This girl had attitude. “Oh. Well…what brings you to Coruscant?” Siri knew the answer. But she just had to make things difficult.
“My brother and I were slaves on Tattoine; Qui-Gon freed us and brought us here.”
“interesting” was all Siri said in response as Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon walked towards them. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes; now he had to deal with both of them at once.
Siri sidled up to him. “Nice one, Kenobi. She has attitude, I’ll give her that. But she also has a smart mouth.”
He gave Siri a smirk. “You should know what that is.”
Her smugness turned into slight anger. “Kenobi, I’m serious. She’s trouble.”
“Well, so are you but I still hang around with you.”
She slapped him on the arm. “Just don’t’ play into her hands.”
“I will since you’re so jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” Siri nearly shouted, incensed at the idea of Obi-Wan calling her jealous. “Maybe I should just run my lightsaber through her right now and be done with it.”
“That’s it.” Obi-Wan said ferociously and he, for lack of a better term, tackled her in front of me and Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon looked at me with humor in his features, but I was not amused. I was…jealous. Oh boy.