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Title: Revelations (Chapters 1-2/??)
Author: Adelaide
Summary: AU- Padme Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi and their masters, Qui-Gon Jinn and Rohhe Antol, are sent on a scouting mission to a newly found planet. What happens there is quite unexpected. Author's Note: My first Star Wars fic actually. I don't know where I got the idea, but I hope you like it. BTW- Padme is 18 and Obi-Wan is 23.
Pairing: Padme / Obi-Wan
Rating: PG or PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Rohhe Antol and Queen Illyria. I am not making any money from this. I'm just doing it for a little bit of fun. No infringement intended.


Padme stood silently in the rain, blinking rapidly to keep the water
out of her eyes. Her thick chestnut-colored hair was pulled back into a
single braid, but the downpour
had loosened some strands that now stuck to her face. Her violet blue
lightsaber was lit and swayed slightly back and forth, guided by the
Force. She was in deep
concentration, trying to sense the opponent she knew was somewhere
around her.

The swish of another lightsaber brought Padme's own up over her head to
block the blow. When the contact was made, she used all of her strength
to push back her
opponent. She turned to face him, readying herself for the fight. The
rain began to come down much harder now. It was almost becoming
difficult to see their own hands,
although they could clearly see each other with a little help from The
Force. They stared for what seemed like eternity, trying to read each
other's thoughts and anticipate the
other's next move.

The man lunged forward through the downpour, kicking out his foot, but
Padme blocked with a sidekick to his ankle. The droplets that had
collected on both of their boots
sprayed everywhere. He spun fully around from the blow. When he turned
to face her again, his saber was moving fluidly along with his body. It
came full circle towards her.
Padme barely stepped out of the way, causing the man to create a small
rip in her grey cloak. They parried for a few more minutes until, when
they sabers were locked
together, the man kicked Padme in the stomach causing her to stumble
and fall onto her back. She immediately flipped up and reignited her
saber. The man was fast to attack
her again. They both did front flips forward. Midair their sabers
crashed together hard, causing sparks to fly. When they landed, each
stood in a sideways stance, lowing their
weapons slightly to stop and think about what the other was going to do
next.

Padme watched as the man knelt to jump at her. Her knees fell to the
mud, in an attempt to duck the force of his attack. What she didn't
count on, though, was that he would
twist in the middle of the move, causing him to face her back when he
landed. When she was going to stand up, she felt the heat of his saber
over her head.

"You're dead my Padawan." Qui-gon switched off his weapon as Padme
turned around. He extended his hand in offering to help her up. She
took it gratefully and stood. His
form towered over hers.

"I guess I'm not ready to go up against you one on one yet, Master."
She said while they walked towards the dry Jedi Temple, only now
seeming to realize that it was
raining.

Qui-gon turned and smiled at her when they entered.

"I know all of your secrets Padme. I believe I have a slight advantage
over you in battle." He took her face in his hands and kissed her
forehead.

"Now, it's late, go meditate on today's lesson. I'll see you in the
morning."

Padme was confused. She never meditated alone. He was always with her.

"Aren't you going to meditate with me?" She searched his eyes for
answers.

Qui-gon was like a father to her. She loved him more than anybody in
the world. He had chosen her for his Padawan eight years ago when she
was only ten. He had found
her after her parents had been assassinated. Many people hadn't liked
the righteousness her mother and father talked about when they were
members of the senate. A band
of small, but powerful, neighboring planets of their homeworld, allied
and took it over, killing her parents in the process. She was left
alive only because she was so young.
The jedi were sent to her planet a couple days later to reestablish
peace and set order among star system. Qui-gon had argued countless
times in front of the Jedi council to let
him train Padme. They had believed she was far too old to begin
training, but Qui-gon wouldn't have it. Eventually, Yoda gave in, when
he truly felt that it was the will of the
Force.

"No, the Council has called me to a meeting. I'm afraid it will take
most of the night." His hands rested on her shoulders.

Padme was going to ask why the Council had called him, but she knew he
would have told her if he could. Besides, it must have been important
if they called it that late at
night.

"Alright. Good night Master." She bowed her head slightly, in respect,
then smiled as she left for their joint rooms.

*****

Qui-gon entered the council room. The smooth white walls reflected the
soft light, that seemed to be coming from sporadic panels along the
windows, beautifully, as always.
All twelve members sat quietly in their chairs, which were perfectly
molded to their bodies. In the center of the room, on the large Jedi
crest, stood his friend and fellow Jedi
Master Rohhe Antol. He was only slightly shorter than Qui-gon, but was
at least ten standard years older. His hair was fashioned into short
grey layers, with an all white short
beard on his face. Rohhe had returned from an off world mission with
his padawan, Obi-wan Kenobi, only a few days ago.

Qui-gon smiled politely at his friend, not wanting to show excessive
emotion in front of the Jedi Council. It was something that had been
drilled into them, since their
padawan years.

"Thank you for coming Master Jinn." Mace Windu started to speak as the
two masters he was addressing took their places in front of him.

"Please have a seat." Two hovering chairs floated over to each of them,
and molded to their bodies as they sat down.

"We have much to talk about."

*****

As hard as she tried, Padme could not concentrate. She needed someone
else with her. She need Qui-gon.

She had thought that maybe if she took a nice hot shower, drank some
warm milk, and got into her really cozy thick brown cloak, it would
help her clear her mind, but it
didn't. For some reason she was more awake then ever.

Sighing, Padme stood up. If she wasn't able to sleep, then Obi-wan
wasn't going to either.

Besides, she hadn't seen her best friend since he returned. It would be
nice to spend some time with him.

Without a sound, she walked to the door stepped out. Turning left, she
walked down the long hallway to he and his master's apartment. She was
glad that she and Obi-wan
could share a mental bond when they wanted to, for when she walked up
to the door that led to his room, it instantly opened. He had obviously
sensed her restlessness.

Walking in and down a small corridor, she found him in the classic
meditating position.

Padme, without a word, knelt down in front of him and instantly felt
comforted.

They often did things like this. When Padme had come to the Temple, she
and Obi-wan had severely annoyed each other. She would always tease and
nitpick at him for
being a headstrong womanizer and he would counter with insults of her
being a nosey control freak. Soon after, they realized that whenever
they spent time with each other,
teasing or not, they had fun. They could tell each other anything.
Sometimes, they didn't even have to speak to know how the other felt.
Ever since Padme was twelve and
Obi-wan was seventeen, they were best friends.

After about four hours of silence, they opened their eyes. Obi-wan was
the first to speak.

"So, where's Master Jinn?"

Padme smiled. He knew her so well.

"He's in an all night meeting with the council, but he wouldn't tell me
why." She walked over and plopped herself down onto his small bed.

"That's odd. My master is with them as well." A confusion rushed
through him, as he sat down next to her.

"Do you think we'll have another mission together?" She offered
auspiciously.

Obi-wan turned to her with a knowing and teasing look on his face.

"After what happened last time Padme?" He grinned so wide, Padme wanted
to smack him.

"Hey, I thought we agreed that it was NOT MY FAULT the thing exploded!"

"Oh okay, sure." Sarcasm was something Padme did not want to hear in
relation to the incident.

Huffing, she got up and stalked out of his room and into the sitting
area of his apartment. She stood with her back to him when he came in
behind her.

"Oh come on Padme, I'm just kidding. It's not like anybody was
seriously hurt and Qui-gon's beard grew back." Obi-wan knew that would
get a kick out of her. He
supposed it shouldn't have been funny, but it really was.

Padme couldn't help but grin at the memory of her master's expression
when he found out his face was smoking. ~Where was his infinite
calmness then?~ she pondered.

She turned to face him with her arms crossed, trying desperately to not
smile. She instantly failed when she saw that he too had that devilish
little grin on his face.

Sighing, she shifted her weight onto one leg and placed a hand on her
hip.
"How come I can never stay mad at you Obi?"

"Dashing good looks, unbelievably witty humor, amazing intellect, I
could go on and on...." He posed with each statement, causing Padme to
double over in laughter, it was
just what she needed after the month without him.

"I'm sure you could, but if you are you will just have to do it alone,
because I need to get to sleep." Hugging him, she left the room,
feeling much better than she had in
weeks.

"Goodnight Padme." He called after her.

"Sweet dreams Obi." With that, she left.

Part 2
Padme woke to the sound and smell of cooking breakfast meat. Taking in
a deep yawn, she stretched and turned over to continue sleeping.

Qui-gon smiled as he watched her through his mind. The girl really did
love to sleep. He had allowed her to sleep in, because he knew they
would be in for a long journey,
and she would need all the rest she could get. He himself could go days
without sleep, although it was only something he did in extreme
circumstances.

Once he was done with the meat and had set it on the small dining
table, he walked into Padme's room to wake her up.

Effortlessly, he slid of his cloak. Taking his saber from his belt,
Qui-gon walked nonchalantly over to his Padawan's bed. She still didn't
stir.

Smiling, he quickly ignited his weapon. With a swoosh, he swung it
towards Padme.

Fortunately, he had trained her well enough to sense if an attack was
coming while she slept.

Rolling out of the way, with a speed only a Jedi could muster, she
flattened herself against the wall parallel to her bed. Before she had
even gotten that far, though, her own
lightsaber was lit and connected with his.

"Very good, although, you should have sensed I was coming long before I
ignited my weapon." It was all he had to say to her. When they had
first started lessons like this,
Padme would often yell at her Mater for scaring her or even almost
killing her. His only reply was that she needed to get faster. She soon
learned not to question or raise her
voice to him.

He lowered saber and turned it off.

"Come on, breakfast is ready. I made your favorite, Aampa meat and
Trisus eggs." He smiled and walked back to the small kitchen.

Padme excitedly jumped out of bed, but thought better of running to the
table. Although she ached quite badly to do so, it was unbefitting of a
Jedi and she knew Qui-gon
would say the same thing.

So, she smoothed out her robes and walked politely into the common
area.

Taking a seat across from her master, Padme helped herself to plenty of
the dishes in font of her. Before she got the first forkful into her
mouth, though, she stopped and
thought a bit. Why was Qui-gon making her breakfast? He barely ever did
that. In fact, he only did it when........he wanted something.

"Okay what it is? Does this," she gestured to the food on the table,"
have to do with what the Council wanted last night?"

Qui-gon smirked. He knew she would figure it out eventually.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it does. This may be our last chance for a
decent meal in a while." He watched for her reaction. When he only saw
confusion, he continued.

"We, that is Master Antol, Padawan Kenobi and you and I, were given a
very special and important mission last night."

Padme's face lit up. An important mission from the council and with
Obi-wan!

"We leave in a few hours."

"For where?"

"Well, I don't know exactly, but we are being sent to bring peace and
order to a newly found star system. Only one planet there has been
found to inhabit life, but we know
little to nothing about them. I guess you could say this is also a
research mission." Qui-gon smiled, as he watched his Padawan's eyes
dance with delight.

"I can't wait." She said breathlessly.

He stood up from the table to go make arrangements for their
transportation.

~Wow! A research mission from the Council. What an honor! Maybe they
HAVE forgiven me afterall.~

"Oh and Padme," He turned back towards her before he left the room,
"stay away from the generators."

~Then again maybe not.~

*****

Obi-wan tried to remain calm as Padme and Qui-gon entered the hanger.
He was so happy that he was going to be spending months exclusively
with her. Being Padawans
and all, they hadn't really been able to see each other often. One or
the other was always off on some mission with their master. And if not
that, then it was something else:
tests, training, or even just getting some sleep.

As normally as he could, he greeted them

"Master Jinn, Padme." He bowed slightly to Qui-gon in respect. Padme
did the same for his master.

All four people could easily tell how excited Padme and Obi-wan were,
even if the two didn't want to show it to anybody but themselves.

Rohhe decided to give them some mercy, some.

"Qui-gon, why don't we let Obi-wan and Padme take the bags into the
ship while we go converse with the pilot and crew over there." He
motioned with his head towards a
small group of uniformed men and women.

Qui-gon got the hint and walked with him, leaving their Padawan's
behind to relish in their excitement.

Obi-wan and Padme effortlessly lifted the luggage and walked up the
ramp into the small cruiser.

Once inside and in a semi-private location, for it would not do for
ordinary people to see to Jedi practically bouncing with excitement,
Obi-wan dropped the luggage and
picked Padme up into a huge bear hug.

"I can't believe it, an actual research mission! From the Council!"
Padme breathed.

"I know, I couldn't believe it at first, myself." He set her down
gently.

"To think, we get to be the first ones to see an entirely new race of
people." Her voice clearly held awe.

Before anything more could be said, they heard Rohhe's voice from the
bottom of the ramp.

"I hope you two have those bags put away by now, because we're ready to
leave!" In the hanger, Qui-gon and Rohhe grinned as they watched their
Padawans, through their
minds, immediately grab the suitcases and speed walk to the different
rooms.

"Shall we go." Qui-gon said while still smiling.

"I believe so."

With that, they entered the ship and set off.

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