Title: Triangle (Conclusion)
Author: obi's girl
Summary: The Conclusion. I know, you guys want more, but I don't want to give away too much about Ep. 2, so don't get mad at me. Takes off where Darkened Images stopped.
 Disclaimer: You all know the drill. GL owns the SW Universe we play in and I own Padawan Sera Fey`lina, Padawan Daren, Jedi Master Layla Way-Lin (aka Layla Wylie - future mother of Coryn Wylie). I Wish You Love is by Andy Williams; Music by Charles Trenet and English Lyrics by Albert A. Beach (Taken from Eye of the Beholder)

Conclusion: Spiral

After Sera left him, Obi-Wan gathered his belongings and left the gym for Padmé’s apartment to see if she was feeling any better. It was late. Almost no one was in the hall, the lights were dim and the windows that were usually open during the day were closed. He could have tripped or gotten lost, but Obi-Wan let the Force guide him.

He slapped his hand on the wall, fumbling the COM. Minutes passed by that seemed like hours until Padmé finally answered, only it wasn't her. The Jedi wore a black tunic with a dark undershirt that made his eyes look evil, though he knew they weren't.

"Anakin, what are you doing here?"

The boy shrugged, crossing his arms. "I could ask you the same thing, Master."

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, holding his head high. "My actions are none of our business, Anakin. I just came to see if Padmé was all right."

He nodded, glancing back at her small form, sprawled across the bed. "She's sleeping. It's been a rough day...for all of us."

Kenobi peeked past Anakin, eyeing a sleeping Padmé, smiled briefly, then looked back at Anakin. "All right."

Anakin just stood there staring icily back at him until Obi-Wan broke his focus. "Padawan, since it's late, I think we should return home so Padmé can sleep peaceably."

Anakin hesitated, glanced back at Padmé then stepped out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He turned back, smiling, "Lead the way, Master." He said sarcastically.

Obi-Wan studied him a moment, then turned on his heel. After Obi-Wan walked down the hall, Anakin huffed, glaring at his Master, still standing in the same position. Obi-Wan turned, feeling his Padawan wasn't following him.

"Anakin!" he scolded, but the boy didn't move. The Jedi walked towards him, scowling along the way. He knew Anakin could be stubborn sometimes but something was amiss. All he felt from him was hatred, disbelief and jealousy, poison of the Dark side. "Padawan, I don't have to tell you again. It's late and I'm not in the mood to play childish games."

He laughed, "So, I'm a child now?"

Obi-Wan nodded, "If you continue to act like this, I'll treat you like a child," He paused, staring at him, easing up a little, "What's wrong with you?" Ani shrugged as Obi-Wan threw up his arms, rolling his eyes. "All right then I suggest you come home when your temper has dropped and decided to stop playing these childish games!"

At that, Obi-Wan turned heading down the other hall as Anakin went the opposite way.


Obi-Wan popped his head up as his alarm suddenly went off. The Jedi master raised his hand, slapping it off, getting up and dressing. It wasn't until he passed Anakin's room and saw his bed was still made, did Obi-Wan remember the fight he had last night with his Padawan. It was late and he wanted to check on Padmé before turning in, but Anakin was there. He was civil at first but something changed about him.

Kenobi's first instinct was to ask the computer but before he could do that, the vid COM buzzed, startling him. A human, dark-skinned male appeared. He was his usual stoic self; different from the man he was usually the first to tell a good joke to brighten any occasion - Mace Windu. Obi-Wan smiled, bowing his head slightly but Mace waved it wasn't necessary.
"What can I do for you, Master?"

"The Council needs to see you right away. It's urgent."

He frowned slightly. Obi-Wan wasn't expecting to hear from the Council, but nonetheless, orders were orders, even though he wanted to find his Padawan and make amends for the fight last night.

Mace perked up, sensing his thoughts. "Something you wish to say, Kenobi?"

"Yes, my Padawan, he didn't come home last night and quite honestly I do know where he is...we had a fight last night and I don't know how hurt he is..."

Mace nodded, "Don't worry, Obi-Wan. He's all ready here with us; he's talking to Master Yoda." He paused, "What did you two fight about?"

Obi-Wan shrugged, "To be honest, Master, I do not know but I would like to find out."


As Obi-Wan neared the Council Hall he was surprised to see Padmé. She fingered her necklace nervously as she paced around, waiting. But once she saw Obi-Wan, she smiled. Obi-Wan wearily smiled back as he approached her. "How are you?" he asked.

She shrugged, glancing at the Council doors. "I don't know. They called me early this morning. I started to question why but the link was terminated." She paused, letting of her necklace. "Why are you here?"

"They called me also and..."

"And what Obi-Wan?" Padmé echoed.

Before he could say, a century guard opened the door, gesturing Obi-Wan enter. He glanced at Padmé; she nodded to all right as he vanished.


Upon entering, he noticed Anakin. The two made eye contact briefly, but Ani shook his head, looking back at the Council. Obi-Wan stood next to Skywalker but not too close, signifying the rift between them was a lot more serious than the Masters thought.

"What is it you wish Masters?"

Mace leaned forward, "A group of Jedi have been dispatched to Duro to evacuate refugees. Only it appears there are Mandalorians spies among them. They've captured and killed Jedi Masters, Padawan’s and some civilians." He paused, sitting back. "Your mission, Obi-Wan, is to clear those remaining Jedi and civilians to safety."

Obi-Wan nodded, "Do I have a rescue crew?"

The Master smiled, "Only the best. They're waiting for you and your Padawan on Platform 223A, East Dock."

Kenobi nodded again, bowing, he glanced at Anakin. Luckily the bow obeyed. After that, Anakin left but as Obi-Wan head out, Yoda spoke. "Master Kenobi, speak with you, we must. Gone far, this has. Dealt with, it must be."

He shrugged, "I don't understand."

"Your affair with Senator Naberrie, Obi-Wan. Look, you know this kind of publicity isn't good for the Temple or the Order." Mace began.

"Masters, I mean no disrespect - if this is about Anakin and sparing his feelings..."

"Actually, it has largely to do with Anakin. Obi-Wan, Padmé isn't destined to spend her life with you."

He nodded, grinding his teeth, "You're lying!"

"No, Obi-Wan, we are not." Yoda confirmed.

"Padmé and Anakin, they're meant to be and always have been. The Force commands it."

"And what about me? What does the Force command of me? That I remain alone the rest of my life, as alone as I felt when Qui-Gon died? Falling even deeper into despair?"

They fell silent a moment, but as Obi-wan turned his back, Yoda spoke. "If you love her as you say you do, you will let her go and let her live her destiny with Anakin."

He sighed, glancing back. "I do love her. I would do anything for her but I'm not sure I can do what you ask Master Yoda."

Mace nodded, "But can you deprive her of the future she rightly deserves, Obi-Wan?"


I wish you bluebirds in the spring,
To give your heart, a song to sing,
and then a kiss, but more than this, I wish you love.


As Obi-Wan exited the Chamber, he noticed Padmé and Anakin. She laughed at some joke he told her, light glowing from her angelic face. It probably wasn't horrendously funny but it made her laugh... She could be happy with him; she seemed so much at ease around him where as when Obi-Wan and Padmé were together, there was tension and doubt; doubt of what never would be.


And in July, a lemonade,
To cool you in, some leafy glade
I wish you health, and more than wealth, I wish you love


But with Anakin, it was clear there was no doubt, no tension. He made her smile and Obi-Wan had to admit, though he did feel alive when he was with her, the smile she gave him seemed artificial. Their love was real but if the circumstances were different, he wouldn't have to do what he was about to do. <Forgive me, my love, but I have to do this. Forgive me. > He walked over casually, clearing his throat. The boy looked at him; Padmé smiling, Anakin scowling. "Padmé, can I talk to you a moment? There's something I need to tell you."

She smiled all right, nodding to Ani. He smiled but once she turned her back, he frowned.

"What is it, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan took her hands in his, staring at her with his sorrowful blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Padmé, but I can't do this anymore."

She nodded, "What? Wait, what are you talking about?"



My joyful heart, and I can see
How you have bloomed, so tenderly
so with my best, my very best, I set you free


Padmé frowned, fear passing through her entire body.

"Believe me, Padmé, I don't want to do this, but we aren't meant to be. I love you; you are my soul, my love but I can't hold you back from who you deserve."

She looked away as if thinking, silently mumbling his name, "Anakin."

"Yes and I know you'll probably hate me for this but I can't keep you from what's supposed to be. You and Anakin, you have a future together; not us."

Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. She hadn't expected this; she always thought they could make it together and things would work out and somehow, Anakin would understand and maybe the Council would accept them, but now it didn't seem like that.

"Obi-Wan, I love you. I - - - I want my life to be with you."

He reached out tenderly touching her cheek as a tear fell down, dropping onto his palm. "Gods Padmé, I don't want to do this. I'm fighting against everything to keep myself from loosing my mind. I don't want to loose you."

She grasped his hand, "I don't want to lose you either."


I wish you shelter, from the storm,
A cozy fire, to keep you warm,


"Oh Padmé, my sweet Handmaiden, I will love you always; not one can ever change that but you belong with Anakin. He loves you and can make you happy."

"I'm happy with you."

"I know, love, but we can't go on like this...I don't want you stuck in the middle of battle you're not ready to fight."

She sighed, glancing back at Anakin, than at Obi-Wan. "I wanted my whole life to be with you, Obi-Wan. I was willing to give you everything; my life, my heart, my body. I wanted to share that with you."

He nodded, "I know; I would have gladly accepted, if the circumstances were different, but they aren't."

"Then what?"

He shrugged, "I don't know how long Anakin and I will be, but know my heart will always be with you."

She smiled, hugging him tightly, trying to fight back the tears that would consume her. "I wish you love, Obi-Wan Kenobi."


But most of all, when snowflakes fall,
I wish you love


He held her close, struggling to hold back the pain inside.

The End

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