Title: Triangle
Author: obi's girl
Summary: Just like the title suggests. It's a love triangle between Obi-Wan/Anakin and Amidala
Author's Note: I have other fanfiction people. Please read them, like the Adventures of Ana & Owen Solo: New Young Jedi Knights. Currently, I have Books 1-13 up and coming soon, the Early Adventures of Ana & Owen. Timeframe: Preferably during Episode 2
Disclaimer: Everything SW belongs to GL. There! No infringement is intended.

Chapter 1: Before the Storm

Padmé watched the confrontation in horror. The Jedi moved fluidly, the sweat on his hair, trickling down his face. Her eyes moved to the opponent, a dark lord. A mysterious dark lord. He fought with equally deadly precision and gracefulness. She looked back at the Jedi. The demon was cornering him, but he knew better. The Jedi doubled back, calling all the Force to him for aide. It wasn't often he did that but now she understood why. He was strong but his opponent was stronger and deadlier. It sent chills down her spine as she thought about the possible outcome. She didn't want to think about it, how he wasn't immortal. He was human and vulnerable, even to death.

Finally he kicked the demon, striking a blow into its abdomen. He breathed heavily, watching the demon disappear. Once it was gone, his gaze turned towards her. Padmé stood up, still shaking a bit. He walked towards her, holding her arms for support. He too was shaking, but not violently like she was. He offered a comforting smile. "It's over Padmé. It's over. You're safe now."

His words were comforting to her, but she somehow she had the feeling it had just begun. She turned to him and braced his neck, hugging him tightly. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged him. She loosened her grip, staring into his eyes. He pulled her closer, leaning down to kiss her. Padmé didn't resist, falling into the embrace of the Jedi, the man she loved - Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi...

Padmé snapped back to attention once she heard the outside voice. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. Small bed, dresser, chest and her old desk. She dropped her head onto the table, breathing as heavily as Obi-Wan did. She was daydreaming again, no, fantasizing, only this time, Obi-Wan was the one who kissed her. In the past, she had been the one to initiate the kiss but it was he and to be honest, she didn't really know how to interpret that. Her head sunk again but was quickly brought up when her COM beeped. She pressed it, still feeling exhausted and confused.


Sabé’s voice answered. "The Master Jedi is here to see you as you requested, Senator. Shall I send him in now?"

Obi-Wan. Padmé completely forgot about our meeting. She sighed, cringing to see him. "Send him in."

The Jedi strolled in happily, smiling though it was unusual to see Obi-Wan smile. He hadn't smiled about anything since Qui-Gon died. She smiled back, gesturing he sit down. Obi-Wan bowed before obliging. He leaned forward a bit, causing her to tense. "How are you, Padmé?"

"Good. But I'm afraid we'll have to skip the casualties, Obi-Wan." She paused, trying to remember what she called him for, "The Celebration, the anniversary of Naboo's liberation - will you and your Padawan be able to make it?"

"I hope so. I'm still in negotiations with the Council." He quipped, smiling.

He's happy. Why is he happy? Did he sense my dream? Does he know?

"The Council, they've sent us on a series of missions, they're all for the common good - but can be tiresome. Liberation Day is a nice change of pace. I'm glad you invited us."

She smiled back. "Right!"

He frowned, sensing her worry. "Padmé, is something wrong? You seem a bit preoccupied."

Padmé waved her hand. "No. I'm not."

His frown changed into a smile as he suddenly stood up. The Jedi walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, hoping he could massage the worry away. "Obi-Wan..." she began but he hushed her.

"You mustn't be tense, Padmé. It can cloud your view. That's bad, especially for you, since you're a Senator and need to be focused."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Jedi Master."

He laughed, rubbing her shoulders. "You don't have to call me that. We're closer than that."

Padmé turned, staring into his blue eyes. "How close are we, then?"

Kenobi nodded, sensing the tone change. They had always been close, very close. But their feelings, they managed to keep it close to their hearts, close to hope, but now, they were both aware. Both knew how much they yearned for each other.

"Padmé, we can't do this...Anakin..."

She reached up, placing two fingers on his lips. "Obi-Wan, there's something I have to tell you and you have to give me an honest answer. All right?"

He nodded, feeling his veins simmer as he stared at her.

"I know we've always been close. And at times, we wished we were more than that. So, I guess what I'm asking is, do you love me?"

"Always. There wasn't a time when I stopped thinking about you." He breathed, pulling her closer.

Her head fell onto his chest as a single tear fell down her cheek.

Desires of the Heart
Chapter 2

Anakin Skywalker walked happily down the hallway of the Jedi Temple, greeting each Jedi as they passed by. Most people found it odd to see the boy smiling since he was always hot-tempered and lashed out whenever someone said something to upset him. For the most part, it was the Jedi Masters of the High Council that tested the boy's nerves. Ever since that day, Qui-Gon brought him before the Council they never skipped a beat to see how strong his emotions' were.

<Maybe, that's why my Master isn't here. The Council asked him to remain on Naboo with Padmé, while I stay here to be tested. Of course, I haven't heard anything from him in the past few months.... No, Ani! Don't even think about. Amidala loves you. She would never betray you. You're her future. >

He rounded a corner, bumping into Mace Windu. He smiled at the boy, bowing slightly. Anakin bowed back, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Master Windu. I was distracted."

"Thinking about Queen Amidala and your Master." He mused, before removing a triangular device from his robe. It was a transmitter of some kind; at least he thought it was one. "Your Master sent me a message." He said, handing the triangular case to the young Padawan. "I won't say anymore, except May the Force be with you, young Skywalker."


Anakin waited for the rest of the Jedi to leave the lift before activating the triangle. He sat back, leaning against the wall as the message began. His Master appeared, smiling up at him but his face quickly turned stern. He raised his arms, and placed his hands on his waist. "I'm sorry I can't be there, Ani - but my business here on Naboo isn't finished. Senator Naberrie sends her regards and warm wishes to you on your training, which I hope is going smoothly. It should. I may not be there, but you should obey the Council because they are equally as important."

"Master Windu sent me your grades. They're all very good, except the teachers complain that you rush tasks, instead of going through the requirements, even though your finished projects are exceptional. Nevertheless, I am pleased you are doing well in your studies." He released his arms from his waist and smiled, "May the Force be with you, Anakin." And his Masters' image disappeared.

"Any with you, Master." He whispered standing up and grabbing the triangle stuffing it in his tunic.


A sly smile sprung across Obi-Wan's face as he continued to shower Padmé with his kisses. They were no longer in her office but in her apartment. He knew it was wrong, but Force, he loved her. It's how he always felt about her. Her head turned away a minute, feeling somewhat guilty. She nodded slightly as his arms held her from falling back.

"We shouldn't do this. Anakin...I don't want to hurt him." She cried.

Obi-Wan gasped, lightly kissing the tip of her nose, finally resting his forehead on hers. "I don't want to hurt Anakin either, but we can't deny our feelings for each others any longer. I've denied how I felt about you for so long. For so long, you were the only comfort I felt after Qui-Gon died, a comfort I needed." His pleading eyes drifted up to hers, and he continued, "Don't take that away from me, Padmé."

Padmé’s arms snaked its away around his neck and she smiled back. "Either way, Obi-Wan, any one of us will be hurt by this." She paused, kissing his right cheek, silently whispering into his ear, "I will always love you, Obi-Wan. No one can take that away from me, but for now, I think we should keep our love secret. Not only to protect Anakin but from your superiors and mine. If they realize something is going on...I don't know what will happen."

The Jedi Master closed his eyes as he held Padmé. He smelled her hair and felt her breathe, her heartbeat and he realized she was right. He wouldn't put her life in danger because of his love for her. If something happened, if someone found out, both their lives would be in danger and Anakin.... The boy was a problem. If he weren’t the first one to have laid eyes on Padmé, if it was he first - they wouldn't have to deny their secret love for each other.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, staring down at her small face. She wasn't a child anymore. Matter of fact, she was never a child. When he first met her, though she was only 14 years old, she acted like someone twice or four times her own age. It could have been the Royal side that made her seem like that but he felt it was more than that. She was woman, a woman who had had a crush on an older Jedi since she first saw him.

<And why not? During my days as a Padawan at the Temple, all the girls flocked around me. But her, Amidala, she's different. She's not like those other girls. She's mature. >

She slightly slipped away from his arms and sighed. "You better go now. I'll talk to you later."

He nodded, bowing. "I know there are deep consequences in loving you, Padmé. But to not to love you, is a mistake."

Amidala blushed as her Jedi exited the room unnoticed, even from her eyes.


Mace Windu glanced around the crowded cafeteria, searching for Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan's young apprentice. It wasn't easy keeping track of the boy since he moved around a lot, sometimes quicker than most Masters' can handle but he was special. Supposedly, he was the 'Chosen One' as Qui-Gon had stated all those years ago, but at that time, the Council wasn't convinced. All they felt from him was fear, signature of the Dark side. But he believed, firmly believed it was true. When Qui-Gon voiced to train the boy himself after Anakin was rejected by the Council, Obi-Wan's feelings were hurt. He cast him aside, a boy who had been under his care since he was 13 years old, a boy who had basically pictured his Master as his father and best friend, shunned him away like he meant nothing. Qui-Gon could act rationally, impulsively rebellious on occasion, but saying young Kenobi could learn nothing more from him, struck his inner soul.

But since then, after the Battle of Naboo, Obi-Wan had taken Anakin Skywalker, the same boy Qui-Gon wanted to train and disregard his own Padawan, as his own. It was ironic. Obi-Wan was totally against the idea of training the boy because he was dangerous, though he sided with the Council in the end. He fought to train Anakin and he won but a great price --- Qui-Gon's life.

For a time in Obi-Wan's life, all seemed dark. His life, his boyhood was gone and there was nothing he could do get it back. But he was lucky. He had his Padawan to occupy his mind and the friendship of Queen Amidala (now Senator Padmé Naberrie) to help him through. The Senator, in truth, was the only person that kept him from being swallowed by his mourning and grief over the loss of his Master. Anakin grieved too, but it wasn't the same. The boy had only known him for two weeks at the most; Obi-Wan knew Qui-Gon practically his whole life.

And now, after years training Anakin, he was the Master, the teacher, and the same teacher Qui-Gon had been to him as a boy. Only, there was still some part of him that mourned for Qui-Gon and always would. But despite that fact, he loved Anakin like a son and would never intentionally do anything to hurt him.

Finally, after peeking over several heads and saying sorry to several Padawan’s for bumping into them, being squished and trampled over, Mace found the boy. He was over by the wall, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. What thought, was anyone's guess.

"Padawan Skywalker?"

Anakin removed his eyes from the ceiling and looked back at the Jedi Master. "Yes, Master Windu?"

"The Council, they wish to see you regarding some tests." He paused, letting off a smile. "More physical and mental testing, a check-up from the last time you were tested - progress in your training. Your basic evaluation."

He nodded. "Sounds great. When do these tests start?"

Mace smiled. "Well, that's the beauty of it. It's like a pop-quiz. It can be anytime, anywhere. So be prepared." After the boy nodded all right, still distracted, Mace let up, his face turning serious again. "Anakin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I've just been thinking. Thinking about stuff; nothing really crucial, just thinking."

The Jedi knelt down next to the Padawan and smiled. "Ani, don't worry about your Master. He was...."

Anakin turned to him, frowning. "How did you know I was thinking about that?"

Mace thought a minute then tapped his head and Anakin nodded, mumbling, "I forgot."

"I'm not worried about my Master. I know he can take of himself. It's just.... nothing. Just forget about it. I'm probably looking into this too much I'm starting to get paranoid. Forget about it."

Windu nodded, standing up again. "All right then. Just be prepared." He bowed his head, smiling. "Good day, Anakin."

While heading out, Mace bumped into yet another Padawan and had to apologize, prompting Anakin to laugh. "Well, I guess it is a good day."


Senator Padmé Naberrie walked grudgingly out of the Senate Chambers, practically begging her body to stay awake while her feet directed her to the gardens to relax. It had been a hard day. Nine hours of debate, nine hours of shouting, gavels hitting the podium and mindless senators scrambling to present their own statements without looking desperate. While heading down to the garden, Padmé began to wander why she even ran for a seat in the Senate to begin with if it meant having to stay in a room with more than 100 human and alien senators, debating over Force knows what. She smiled to herself. If she were a Jedi, she would have more patience dealing with those Senators and maybe, more stamina.

Padmé nodded her head as she rounded a corner, bumping into a hooded figure. The man stopped dead in his tracks, falling to the floor as Padmé scrambled to help him up. "I'm sorry...." she began but he lifted his hood and smiled. It was he.... the answer to the end of her headache. She grabbed him in an enormous hug, smiling and feeling completely relaxed. "You have no idea how good it is to see you."

"I think I know, Padmé." Obi-Wan answered, as she unwrapped her arms from his neck, allowing him to stand up.

Three days. For three days that hadn't seen or talked to each other. They were both busy. Obi-Wan was meditating, something Jedi always did when they were confused about something and she was boggled up in the Senate, dealing with politics and selfish senators. And sadly, in that time frame, there seemed to be awkwardness between them. At first, they made excuses not see each other because they were busy, but then it became avoidance. Now, all there was emptiness.

"Obi-Wan, I just wanted..."

"Padmé, I...."

They both smiled at each other and began to laugh. The Jedi gestured they leave the hallway and they entered a small suite, closing the door behind them. He turned, facing the young Senator.

"You should go first. It's only proper." Obi-Wan stated.

Padmé hesitated a minute, unsure what to say, then grabbed his head and surprised the Jedi with a passionate kiss. She backed away, smiling and wiping her lips. "Sorry, natural impulse." She whispered.

Obi-Wan shook his head, taken aback.

"Anyway, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm fine. You?"

Padmé smiled, nodding also. "I'm fine, though on the edge of losing my mind."

He frowned, urging her to go on.

"It's those Senators! They argue over the smallest things, being a Senator myself, it's startling to feel pointless and dull." Padmé dropped onto a nearby couch and continued. "I just feel, it's become too much to deal with. I need an escape."

Kenobi smirked, kneeling down on her right side. "Where would you escape to?"

Her head swayed. "I was going to relax in the gardens, but talking here you with is just as good...better even. I'm starting to feel relaxed all ready."

"That's good. You shouldn't stress yourself over small things, especially politics. They can be cruel, physically and mentally."

She shrugged. "Except I learned the game of politics at a young age and mastered it. No matter what, I can't get away from it...no matter how hard I might try."

Obi-Wan nodded, standing up. Padmé wandered what he was going to do. Her eyes closed when she felt his hands on her neck and sighed. He knelt down behind her and began to massage her back and neck, as Padmé gave off silent moans. "I needed this. Thank you." She murmured, her eyes still closed.

The Jedi smiled, rubbing her shoulders. "It is a Jedi's duty to help where possible."

Padmé laughed. "Jedi duty or not, it still helped. Thank you, Obi-Wan...my love."

Kenobi froze as his hands dropped from the left side of her neck. Padmé opened her eyes, turning around, facing him. They stared at each other. Time passed but all was silence. They heard each other's silent breathing and hearts beat, but everything else was silence.

"Padmé..." he whispered, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" she murmured as her eyes focused on his mouth. Obi-Wan leaned closer, brushing his lips with hers. Padmé’s eyes closed again, as her arms found their way to his back. The Jedi broke away, suddenly, leaving her breathless.

"No. We shouldn't do this...someone might come in and see us."

"Obi-Wan, I love you...more than I ever could love Anakin...deeper. We can't avoid each other anymore. We both know it. If we do, how we feel about each other, it won't go away. It will only get stronger. You're a Jedi. You know that."

"Yes, but...Anakin." he cried, still holding her close to him.

Padmé brought up her hand, raking her fingers through his brown hair and smiled. "He's only a boy."

With that, Obi-Wan kissed her again, relaxing all the muscles in her body. "I love you too." He whispered into her ear. "And I always will."


Padmé laughed as she listened to her love talk about his child hood. They were still in the same suite, still wearing the same clothes they encountered each other in, only one difference, it was day two. The thought really hadn't occurred them but by now, senators and officials were probably dispatched a search party for them.

"We really should leave. It's been a two days. We can share each other's life stories later." Padmé stated, causing Obi-Wan's shoulder to droop.

"I don't want to leave here, Padmé. For the first time in my life, I feel alive again. You've done that to me. Thank you." He said, kissing the tip of her nose

She blushed as his lips left her face. "Well, it was nice hearing about your childhood and that incident involving Master Yoda."

Obi-Wan laughed, nodding. "Just don't mention it to him. His ears droop and he immediately feels the need to beat something with his stick."

"I promise, I won't mention a word." She stated, standing up off the couch. She felt her clothes; they were wrinkled and faded a bit from sitting in them for the past two days. The Jedi's robes were the same. Obi-Wan scratched his neck as he faced her.

"So, I guess I'll see you later then?"

She nodded, extending her hand to him. "Until then." They parted slightly, both heading in different directions until they ran back into each other's arms, kissing again.

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