Title: "Beef Jerky"
Author: Solara Karrde
Rating: PG, soon to be NC-17
Characters: Ben and you!
Summary: You run into Ben at work.
Disclaimer: George owns Ben. Red McCombs owns the Vikings. Coke and
Pepsi are registered trademarks.  And so is Dodge, BMW, and Mercedes.
     


"Do you like Beef Jerky?"  Your boss suddenly asked.
      "Sure, why?"
      "Here," he handed you what could only be considered a
"slab"
of beef jerky. "They were handing these out after the
Viking's game
yesterday.  They had whole boxes. I think we grabbed three or
four."
      "Oh…thanks."  Being hungry, you open it up and munch
away. 
After a while the spiciness gets to you and decided to visit the
friendly pop (or soda/Coke/Pepsi - depending on where you're
from)
machine.  It also gave you an opportunity to stand up and walk
around.  Being in an office chair all day your butt tends to fall
asleep.  Greatful that the machine is down a flight of stairs and on
the other side of the building, you start your journey.  (Oh, you
have no idea…)
      Taking your time you descend the stairs and slowly creep past
the vending machine, were the chocolate is screaming at you to be
bought.  You ignore them as best as you can, and continue on.  It was
nice and quiet on the lower level, all of the lawyers and realtors
having cut out early that day.  You make it to the pop machine and
plop in 50¢ and hit the Mt Dew picture. Ahhhh…caffeine.
Cracking it
open, you raise it to your lips as you turn on your heal to head back
to your wonderful butt-sleep-inducing chair.  You barely register
someone's there when *BAM * they slam into you.  You wonderful
caffeine literally explodes out from the can, covering your new white
shirt as your rear-end makes a beeline to the floor.  Cold and sticky
from you pop-shower and your head ringing from the bodily-impact you
glare up at the human bulldozer.
      "Are you all right?" it asked, offering a hand.
      "Yes," You grumble, and accept the hand.  Blinking the pop
from your eyes you get a look at him.  Hummm…a little taller than
you, dark sandy hair, a scruffy looking beard, and the most bazaar
clothes you've ever seen.  Not too shabby.  Suddenly aware that
you
have Beef-Jerky-Breath.
      He continued in a beautiful brogue. "I'm sorry about
that."
He glanced over his shoulder.  "I wasn't paying attention.  I
hope I
didn't ruin your shirt…" Now he was just rambling.
      You hold up a hand. "Whoa, I'm ok. The shirt is ok. Apology
accepted."
      He glanced over his shoulder again.
      "Um…are you ok?"     
      He looked back at you, you felt as if he were gauging you
somehow. "Actually, I could use a bit of hell…"
      "Excuse me?"  You're not sure whether you should laugh
or
not.  He was staring at your chest. You sigh.  Typical.
      "H…h…help."  He managed.  "That vile, around
your neck. 
Where did you get it?" 
      "Uh…" you glance down at the vile you had filled at the
Renaissance Festival with scented oil.  You tell him just that.
      "May I?"  He gestures towards it.
      Oh, why not. You slip if off over your head.  The man sniffs
the cork tentatively.  "Pluto."
      You blink. "You know that???"  The scent was Pluto, your
supposed astrological planet.  (Even though it's is not deemed a
planet anymore.)  But, damn, it smelt good.
      He nods.  "May I have this?"
      "Well, it was kind of expensive."
      "Please."  He looked at you with what appeared to be puppy-
dog eyes. Oh man, that never works on you!  He glanced over his
shoulder.  "I need to get away from here.  Do you have a
transport?"
      "Umm…I have a car."
      "Car…" he tasted the word.
"You're not running from the cops are you?"       
      He shook his head.
      Ok, stuck between a rock and a hard place.  You glance at
your watch.  4:45pm.  You're done at 5:30.  "Ok, seeing as I
need to
change my shirt anyways, I can probably take off a bit early. 
C'mon."  He follows you down the hall, past the now
whimpering
chocolate, and up the stairs.  At the top you tell him.  "Wait
here. 
Some one will probably get suspicious if they see me leave with
you."  He nods.
      Inside you ask your boss, "I had a bit of an accident. Rabid
can of pop, can I take off early so I can get out of this." You
point
at your shirt. "I was planning on coming in early tomorrow
anyways."
      "Sure, but next time remember: Drink it, don't wear it."
Was
his smart-assed reply.  You stick out your tongue at him and grab
your purse.
      "Have a good night!"  Outside the door, the man is
gone.  "Shit! I knew it!!"  You hear the door to the
Women's bathroom
open and the man's head pokes out.  "What the hell are you
doing in
there?" 
      "Let's go."  He suggested.
      You shake your head and reply: "Yes, sir." 
      He grins sheepishly at you.
      "My car is right outside, but I'm going to pick you up at
the
other doors so you won't be seen by the bosses."  He nods;
you give
him directions to the doors, and head to your car.     
      It was a mess.  McDonald's bags, pop cans, and work papers
all over.  You meant to clean it out, really!  You shove what you can
into the backseat.  It's not the best looking car in the parking
lot.  The BMW's and Mercedes' give the little Dodge Spirit
(with the
sticker: Fear me, for I have the power to destroy you – sticker,
{and
many others} on it) a junky look.  You grin; the stares you get are
kinda fun.  Revving up the little beast you make your way over to the
doors you indicated to the man.  Hum, perhaps you should find out his
name…     
      Pulling up to the doors he runs out and stares at the car
door blankly.  Sighing you leaned over and opened the door from the
inside.  He slides in easily enough and fastens the seat belt.  You
sit and look at him until he turns to you.  "Maggie."
      "Huh?" was his brilliant reply.
      "My name…it's Maggie. Most people call me Mags
though." You
smile. He opens his mouth for yet another witty reply, then closes
it.  "Don't have a name?"
      "Ben, my name's Ben."
      "All right, Benji, Where to?"
      "Uhhhh…" Boy, he's so articulate! 
      "Ok, I'm going home. Seeing as you don't know where
you're
going, I'll just drive, and if you need to stop, just tell
me."
      He nods.
      You swing the beast into the street and head for the
freeway.  Rush hour, oh goodie. That means the ramp-meters are on. 
(Ramp meters were a supposed rush-hour traffic solution here in
Minnesota. They're basically stoplights that are on the on-ramps
to
the freeways. They are supposed to regulate the amount of traffic
coming off the ramps and onto the freeway, during rush-hour. THEY
SUCK!!!)  After the 10-minute wait to enter the freeway, you're
cruising at a cool 50 mph.  Ben is silent; his eyes were wide in
wonder.  Taking the next ramp, you wait another 10 minutes for the
cursed meter.  Back onto the freeway.  Traffic is a lovely stop-and-
go for the next 40 minutes.  Minneapolis is notorious for the horrid
traffic, and crazy drivers. You, happily, being one of them.  You
zoom in and out of cars, trucks, and even had a little race with a
motorcycle.  Finally, the traffic thins out and you glance over at
Ben.  His face is pale and his knuckles are white. Whoops.
"Sorry
about that.  We wouldn't get anywhere if I don't drive like
an
asshole."
      He grins nervously.  He never said a word all the way to you
apartment

      Arriving safetly to your abode, you cheerfully announce:
"We're here!" And hop out. Ben, after a few seconds, figures out how
to open his door and he steps out. 
      "JEDI MASTER!"  Your fan-base awaits. (Well, ok, not fans, but
they seem to think it's funny...then again, they're always drinking.)
        "What's up guys?" You greet the local drunks.
      "Yoo gotta new mah?" One slurs, gesturing with his Schnapp's
bottle to Ben.
      "Nah, just a friend."  You grin over at Ben, who, if possible,
is even more pale. And he's staring at you with saucer eyes.  "You
ok?"
      His mouth opens, but nothing comes out...again.  You walk
around the car and pull him along by his arm.  "See ya later guys!"
You wave to the drunkards. Once in the complex you pull Ben along in
your wake until you reach you apartment.  You thrust your hand into
you purse, fishing around for you keys again.  Ben grabs your arm,
making you jump. 
      "Wha...?" you start to ask.
      "Is what they said true?" he demanded.
      "Who? What?"
      "Those men out there...what they called you." His voice drops
to a wisper. "Is it true?"
      Your first instinct is to laugh at him out right, but...the
look in his eyes said: "You sure as hell better not laugh!"  
"N...n...no."
      "Are you sure?"
      What?  How could you NOT know you were a Jedi Master???  "Yes,
I"m sure. It's only a story. It's not real."
      He simply nods.  Ok, he's freaking you out now.  You find your
keys and turn the lock. "Uh, sorry. It's a bit messy in here. Make
yourself comfortable, I'm going to go change."  You waved a hand
towards the living room as you head off to your bedroom.  Finding a
t-shrit you head to the shower.  Once in the bathroom you strip and
hop into a nice steamy shower.  "Ahhhh..."  You pop open your
favorite
shampoo and got to town on your greasy head, sniffing in its aromatic
scent. 
      A cool breeze flitter though the shower curtian.  You turn
around to rinse out the shampoo.  Once it's all out, you squeege the
last drops of water out of your hair and open your eyes.  And shriek!
Ben is standing right in front of you...in the buff.  Before you can
say anything else he grabs for you, hauling you against his slick
skin.  His mouth descend upon your's.
      The kiss is so potent you forget what just happened.  His
tongue slithers into your mouth, plundering.  All you can do it throw
your arms around his neck and moan.  Trying to press closer to him. 
Finally, you're able to pull your mouth free and gasp for breath. He
doesn't stop, Ben continues to kiss down your neck, across your
breasts, and finally he stops to treasure your nipples.  "Oh gods!" 
You seriously tried not to yell that, but at this point you don't
care.  You have to lean back against the shower wall and hold onto
his
shoulders to keep your balance.  He tongues your other nipple, while
his other hand caresses down your stomach, and
slips between your legs.  You try to squeeze your legs together, but
the fingers invade, slipping in between your nether-lips.  Seeking,
he
found your clitoris, he presses down.  Heat, sweet pleasure and a
scream erupts from you.  The orgasm was swift and hostile, leaving
you
weak. 
      You can feel him shift you around, but are not totally aware
of the action.  Suddenly, he lifts you up, startled your eyes pop
open, meeting his.  Those blue eyes were filled with passion,
the intensity of which you have never seen before. 
      The blunt tip of his engorged member presses at your entrance.
You whimper and squirm. "Please...Ben..." You can hardly stand it
anymore.  With one swift twitch of his hips he
slides into you...all the way.  Trying not to scream again you bit
down on your bottom lip.
      "No," he growls at you. "Let it out! Let. It. Out!"  With each
word, he trusts into you.
      A red mist swims before your eyes and another orgasm slams
down onto you. Wrapping your legs around his hips you lean forward
and
sink your teeth into his neck, and scream.  You vaugly hear his
answering shout and his seed burns it's way into you, his hips
jerking spasmodically.  You're not sure, but you think you haven
another orgasm.

Good God, are you awake?  Something just happened, but your head was
to think with sleep to remember at the moment.  Ok, I'll just lay
here feeling all warm and cozy.  "Mmmmm…"

"Good morning."  A voice, rough with sleep says next to you.
A voice
that should not be in you bed!!!

You sit up like a bolt, scrambling for a sheet to cover yourself
with.  You start to yell: "Michael, I thought I told you NEVER to
come back! And when I mean NEVER I mean NEVER! N-E-V-E-R!!!" Then
you
open you eyes.  It wasn't Mike lying on the other side of the
bed,
but a very confused Ben.  "Oh no…" you slump back down into
your
pillows. "I'm sorry."  Your head was beginning to throb.
He gathers
you close to his chest.

"It's all right."  He all but coo's at you.  You doze
for a while,
nestled against him.  Your mind begins to wander back to the day
before.  Perhaps you should write the owner of the office building
thanking him or her for having the pop machine placed just right.
WORK!

"Oh no!" You jump out of bed and run for the bathroom.
You're so
late! Planting yourself in front of the sink, you splash water on
your face, then grab for a towel.  That's when you happen to
glance
in the mirror.  You hair is…well, it's `poofed'.
It's sticking out
at all angels, parts of it curly other parts are crinkled.  You
can't
help it, you start to laugh.  So hard that you have to sit on the
floor and hold your stomach. (Having gone to bed with wet hair is
probably not a good thing.)  Finally, after the spasm is over you
notice Ben standing the door.

"You look smashing." He grinned.  You grin back.

"Thanks."  He helps you to stand.  Grabbing a brush you do
your best
to tame your mane while you head towards the kitchen.  You flip on
the tv as you pass.   Dungeons and Dragons is on.  You stop.  You
curse.  If D and D is on, that means it's: Saturday!
"Woo-hoo!"  You
run back into the bedroom and fling yourself onto the bed.
"Mmmmm,
bed."  You peek a look at Ben.  He has a very amused look on his
face.  You stick out your tongue at him.

"Be careful where you point that thing." He laughs.

"I always am."  You snuggle for a bit, then Ben's hands start
to roam
your body.  Down your back, over your 'sweet little ass' (as Michael
used to call it),  back up over you stomach and coming to a stop at
your breasts.

"I have to go."

"mmm..." was all you could say.  This was too yummy to interrupt. 
You move your hand down to encounter his already swollen member. 
Shocked, you blink at him. Damn, if he wasn't a randy one!  His eyes
had the same tone of passion and lust in them as in the shower.  That
did it!  You swing a leg over his hips and sink down onto him. 

"Sweet gods!"  came out of Ben's mouth.  He grabbed your hips and
slammed up even farther into you, grinding his pelvic bone into your
clitoris.  That did it, you went over the edge, and you took Ben
along with you.

You both lay there, unable to move.  Finally Ben repeated, "I have to
go."

"What?" You look at him, concerned.


"I need to find my friend. He is ill."

"Oh."  You don't know what to say. "Do you know where
he is? Does he
need medical attention?"

"He is in someplace called: The Maul of a Merica. The Pluto will
help
him "

You blink in confusion. Then laugh.  "I think you mean: The Mall
Of
America."  He nods.  "That place is huge!  Do you have an
idea of
where he might be in there?"

"I will find him." He said, determined.

"Ok, let me toss some clothes on and we'll head out." You
crawl over
him to get to your closet.

The traffic was more free-flowing today than yesterday. You make it
to the mall within a half an hour.  Ben hops out right away and heads
for an entrance, you follow in his wake. The look on his face tells
you not to bother him.  After an hour you get pretty agitated.  I
mean, c'om, you're at the largest mall in America and
you're not
shopping?? But then you glance over to Ben and see the almost pained
look on his face.

"He's not well. I need to find him soon." Was all he said.

You were about to reply when someone grabs you from behind.  "You
move, you die." Was whispered into your ear.  Stank-breath washes
over that back your neck.  You didn't even nod your head to
acknowledge.

Instead, your mind screams out: "BEN!!!!!!!!"   He's now
a good ten
meters away, but he whips around.  His eyes narrow to slits, and he
starts to move towards you.  He stops three feet from you.
"General Kenobi…" Stank-Breath Man greets Ben.

KENOBI???? I SLEPT WITH OBI-WAN KENOBI???????  You try really hard
not to faint with pleasure.  How could you have not put that one
together? You mind chides you.

"Maul."  Ben nodded.

DARTH MAUL??? At the mall?  Maul at the mall?  You giggle, until you
find yourself on the ground where Maul threw you.  You look up; Ben
and Maul both have their sabers drawn.

"Guys, this isn't the best place for that!" You say.

Maul growls at you. (You don't know why, but you feel slightly
honored.)  Ben took a look around.  People were starting to
stare.  "She's right. Not here."  But Maul lunges, Ben is
quick to
counter. 
  
Now people were gathering about, snapping pictures, cheering.
 
One girl was even screaming: "EWAN! EWAN!"  Carefully you walk over
next to her and discreetly place an elbow in her side.
 
"Oof!" You turn just as you see Ben plant his foot in Maul's chest
and send him sprawling on the floor, next to a fake palm tree.
  
"Go!" is yelled at you, and you take off, following Ben down into
Camp Snoopy (the amusement part in the middle of the mall).  You stop
next to the petting zoo, gasping. 
  
"How'd HE get here?"
  
"Followed us, c'mon." he takes off again.
  
"Ugh!" You follow him, all they way to the forth floor. (Thank the
gods for escalators!)

Once you get your breath back Ben leads you around the top floor,
past the bars and comedy clubs, Planet Hollywood, and
Hooters.  "Don't even think about it, buddy." You say to
the oogling
Ben.  He gives you an innocent smile. You contemplate giving him an
innocent swift kick in the butt. "No, can't damage the
goods." 
Fleets across your mind, then you notice he stopped right in front of
the movie theater.

"He's in here." Ben points.

"Don't supposed you have any cash?"  He shakes his head,
and you
plunk down the $17.00.  Once inside Ben veers off to the left,
slowing every time he passes an entrance to one of the theaters,
finally stopping at the last one and entering.  You glance up to see
what movie is playing: "Highlander: Endgame." 

"Ugh, well, at least I'll get to see Duncan."  You push
the door open
and scan around for Ben.  He's nowhere to be found.
"Humm…"
Shrugging you take a seat in the back row.

*THWAP *  "OW!!!"  Something hits you on the head. 

"Watch, then sit."  Came an all too familiar voice.  To your
left,
Yoda is wielding his gimmer stick, poised to strike again.

"Master!"  Ben leaped over several rows of seats.

"Took your time, you did Obi-Wan."  Yoda chided.

"I'm sorry Master. There is a Sith here."

"Felt him, I have."

You giggle, that could have been taken in many different contexts.

Master Yoda turns to you.  "Found her.  Bring her home, we
will."

You blink.  "Uhhh…huh?"

"Here Master, take this."  Ben offers Yoda the oil he never
gave
back. (The little thief!)  The music in the theater swells, drawing
your attention to the screen.  Oh! Fight scene!!  Duncan was trying
his best to fend off four other attackers.  You try your best not to
drool.

*THWAP *  "OW!"

"Attention, you will pay."  Yoda demanded.

"Yeah yeah…" you grumble.

"Will you be all right to travel, Master?"

"Yes."

Ben turns to you.  "You'll have to carry him, I need to be
free in
case Maul comes back."

"Excuse me?"  Carry him?  You're not Luke Skywalker!!
Somehow you
sensed it coming, and managed to grab the stick before it connected
with your skull again.  "That's getting really annoying!"


Yoda blinked at you in surprise.  "She is, defiantly."

"I am what?" You turn to Ben.

He was paler than pale, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out
of water.  "A…are you sure, Master?"

"Doubt me, do you!?"  * WHACK * Ouch, that sounded like it
hurt!

Rubbing his head, Ben replied: "Sorry Master. C'mon,
let's get out of
here."  He helped place Yoda on your back (piggy-back style) and
proceeded to exit the theater.  Mauly didn't show up during the
departure, but people would NOT leave you alone.

"You got something on your back!"

"Hey Luke! How's the training going?"

"YA-YA-YA-YA-YOOOOODA!"

"Ugh, the things I do!" you grumble as you approach the exit.
Once
outside, your car is found easily enough, and you set Yoda down to
unlock to doors. 

He knocks your front license plate with his stick.  "Believe me
now,
Obi-Wan?"

"But Master…" Ben tries to counter.

"You will." 

On your way again, Ben says: "We need to go over there."
He's
pointing to the airport.

"What?  They're not going to let us in there with a little
green
troll or your lightsaber!"  * twap *  The stick hits your head
rest.  "Sorry."

"Trust me, it'll be ok. Our ship is there."

Sighing, you make your way into the always under construction airport
parking ramp.  You figure that it's now a law in the States that
every airport parking garage/lot/ramp has to be under construction at
all times.  Otherwise, you'd actually be on time for your
flights! 


You made it into the terminal through some fancy talking on behalf of
Ben.

"What is that?" The security guard pointed to Yoda.

Ben waved a hand. "Nothing that concerns anyone."

The guard nodded.  "How about that?"  He motioned at
Ben's lighsaber.

Another wavy hand thing. "Just a toy."

"A toy.  Yeah, my kid's got one.  Have a good flight."
And you were
allowed through.

"Now where to?" You ask, and then stop.  You could have sworn
someone
just yelled your name.  Shaking it off you follow Ben.  You name was
yelled again, and that time you were positive you heard it. You turn
towards the voice.  "LISSY!"  You launch forward to give your
best
friend a hug.

She returns it and says: "You have a Yoda on your back."

"Yep!  Lissy: Yoda. Yoda: Lissy.  She's my best friend from
New York…
OH NO!  I'm so sorry! I totally forgot you were flying in this
morning!  Oh god, I'm such a moron!"

"I've only been waiting for a half and hour. Like always the
flight
was delayed, I thought you were off wondering around some
where…oh…
my…GOD…" Lissy's voice trailed off.

"What?" You turn to follow her stare. It leads to Ben, who is
standing behind you.  He looked so handsome; every time you look at
him a certain warmth sweeps over your body.  You smile; he returns
it.  You gather your bearings and introduce your friend.  "Ben
this
is my best friend Lissy.  Lissy this is…" You didn't get to
finish

"Obi-Wan Kenobi, aka General Ben Kenobi for the Republic, Jedi
Knight…"

"Wait a minute!  How'd you know that?!"  How did she
guess who he was
and not you??

Lissy blinked at you.  "Look at him, silly-head!  He looks like
Obi-
Wan Kenobi! Except his face could use a little trimming." She
meant
his now scragglier-than-ever beard.  "And how could miss that
lightsaber hanging off his belt?  I know you weren't born
yesterday,
c'mon!"

You were about to reply when Yoda finally says: "Running out,
time
is.  Leaving, we should."

"Holy crap!! It talks!!!!"  Lissy all but squealed in delight.

"Yup, and if you want, he'll hit you with he's lovely
gimmer stick!" 
You reply, a little too sarcastically.  * bonk * He hits you
instead.  Lissy giggles.

"Her, we will bring with too." Yoda aims the stick at your
friend.  "Let us go."

Everyone turns and follows Ben.  While he leads your little party
around you fill Lissy in on the past two days…well, not ALL of
it.
That's best left for a private discussion, and not for the
thousand
or so people you are passing right now.  Lissy giggled and she told
you about her uninteresting, yet delayed flight.

"Here we are." Ben led you down a flight of stairs and out
onto the
tarmac.  A sleek ship was waiting.

Both you and Lissy pause.  "No one noticed this was here? It sat
out
here for TWO days and no one said a word??" You ask Ben.  He just
shrugged and boarded.  You were a bit hesitant to get in. 

Lissy asked: "Wait, what are we doing?  Can we trust them?"

"Trust you must, go home you will." Yoda replied.

"Home?" You both say at the same time.  "What do you
mean?" Lissy
asked.

*CRACK * "Doubt me do you!"  Lissy got the stick right across
her
head!

"Eep! Hey! Ok ok! I'm going!"  She boards. Chuckling, you
follow her
up.

Setting Yoda down you make your way to the cockpit where Ben is
flipping switches, turning dials, and talking to himself.  "So,
where're we going?"  You ask, taking the seat across from him.

"Coruscant. We need to get Yoda back to the council."

"Oh….OK."

He flashed you a gorgeous smile. "Go back and get strapped in.
It's
going to be a bumpy ride."  You nod, it was the only thing
keeping
you from melting. 

You found Lissy poking through a power panel in the back.
"Amazing
isn't it?"  She asked.  "It's almost real!"

"Oh, it's all real. Guess where we're going."

"Um, Endor?"  Lissy claps gleefully. "Yub yub!"

"Nope."

"Tatooine?"

"Nope."

"Naboo?"

"C'mon! Stop playing around!"

She grins.  "Coruscant!"

"Yup!"

"Woo-hoo!"

"I thought I told you two to get strapped in."  Ben's
voice came from
behind you.

"Uh right!"  You and Lissy scramble for seats and attempt to
fasten
the crash webbing.  Lissy got it on the first try, but it eluded you.

Ben's hands covered your's as he helped you close the clasp.
"Be
safe." He whispered to you and then set his lips on yours.  Oh,
the
boy can KISS!  You all but whimper when he pulls away and disappears
into the cockpit.  You sigh dreamily, and sit back for the ride to
begin.

"What was THAT?"  Lissy gaped at you.

"Huh? What?"

"Don't play stupid with me!  Men don't go around kissing
women who
need help with their crash webbing! At least not like THAT!"  Her
voice quivered into a lower octave. "You didn't!?!?!"

"Didn't what?"  Now you were confused.

"You slept with him! Oh my god! I can't believe it!!  You
slept with
Obi-Wan Kenobi!"  She hollered at you.

"Lissy…please, calm down."

"Calm down?! You didn't tell me you slept with one of the
hottest
guys in the universe and you're telling me, your best friend,
to 'calm down'??"  You were beginning to think she was
going to leap
right out of her webbing and tackle you.

"What's going on back here?" Ben rushed back, ready for a
fight.

"Ugh, laser-brain here thinks the world is going to end because I
didn't tell her everything I knew."  You tried to skirt
around the
exact issue, trying not to embarrass yourself or Ben.

He had other ideas. Leaning over, he whispered to Lissy.  You watched
as her eyes grew bigger and bigger.  Having said his piece Ben smiled
sweetly at you and easily avoided your foot trying to connect with
any part of his body you could reach.  "BEN!"  He only
answered with
a very seductive laugh.

Thoroughly embarrassed you try to avoid Lissy's open-mouthed gap.

"You're going to catch flies."  You shot at her.

"I don't care, as long as I find a man like that, I'll
eat all the
flies I can!"

"LISSY!"  You were mortified, but could say no more as the
ship
lurched to life beneath your feet.


You aren't one to get airsick.  You love flying in airplanes, but
the
way the ship was jerking, bumping, lurching, and careening every
other way you couldn't help to be thankful you hadn't eaten
anything
that day, lest it ended up in your lap.  Finally you couldn't
stand
it any longer. "Will you fly straight before I give the bulkhead
a
new coat of paint!?!?!?" 

Lissy laughed. "It's kinda fun."

"Yeah, you'll have even more fun when I barf all over
you!"  She
replies by sticking her tongue out at you. 

"Ugh…"  you let your body go weak and try to think of
another time or
place.  It wasn't working. "I'm gonna ralf!!!"  slips
out of your
mouth, and the ship stops.  "Oh yes yes yes yes, thank you!"

"I think you should save that dialog for Obi-Wan." Lissy
snickers.

"Shaddap!"  Oh, you couldn't move.  If you did you
probably will
puke.  Someone was fiddling with your webbing; they finally opened
the claps, releasing a ton of pressure from your chest. You moan.

"How'd that get so tight?" You hear Ben's voice.

"Looked like she was pulling on the straps pretty hard."
Lissy's
voice responded.

"C'mon Love."  He picked you up and carried
you…somewhere.  You
snuggle into his arms. Gods, he smelt great!  You're laid upon a
soft
mattress, and Ben joins you.  And kisses you.  And…and…you
fall
asleep. Just before it claims you a thought flits across your mind:

"Did he call me Love?"


You can't move your legs and your right arm is asleep.  "Mphf
rupmpf…"

"Did you say something?"  Ben's voice replied.

"I can't move."

"Oh, sorry."   You feel him scoot over a bit.

"Mmm, thanks." 

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better.  Mmm…something smells great."
"Um, that's my armpit, Sweetie."

"Your what!?" You bolt straight up.

Ben tackles you and laughs. 

"That wasn't funny!" You try to pinch wherever you can
get your
hands. A wave of dizziness washes over you. "Oh… I think I
need
something to eat."

A wicked grin splits Ben's beard (a now trimmed beard), sending
you
into giggles.  "Not for THAT! I haven't eaten since yesterday
lunch."

"Why didn't you say anything?" He chided.

The wicked gleam is transferred to your eyes. "I
was…busy."  You arch
your hips, and watch as his eyes dilate into clear blue pools with
memories.  His mouth swoops down to…

*bang bang bang * 

Ben groans, you whimper.  "Yes Mastah?" 

"Fooooooooood, it is ready.  Come now."  Yoda demanded.

"We'll be right there."  He looked down at you.
"What?"  You're
looking at him funny.

"Say that again."

"What?"

"Master."

"Mastah?"

Oh gods.  "Again, say it again."

"Mastaaah."

"Mmmmm…"

"Mastah, mastah, mastah."  He finally kisses you.  Long,
deep, hot,
and thorough.  Clothes come off, bodies mesh, sweat appears, and
someone screams  But you cannot remember who it was, and you do not
care.  This was heaven, you were sure of it.

*bang bang bang  *  

"Go away." You demand.

"Your food's cold." Lissy's all too cheeky voice
filters through the
door.

"At this point I don't care." You mumble.

"You need to eat. I care."  Ben says into your neck.  You
giggle, and
stretch underneath him.  He feels wonderful.

There wasn't as much food as you would like, but it filled you up
enough.  Lissy and Yoda left the two of you alone for the time being.

*WHACK *

Ben howls and reached for his shin. 

*WHACK * 

He retracts his hand faster than you thought possible.

As he shuffles off, you hear Yoda mumble: "Listen to me, next
time,
you will." 

"Did he draw blood?" You giggle.

"Wouldn't doubt it."  He flexed his fingers.  There's
a nasty red
line running across his knuckles.

Afterwards, Ben went back to the cockpit and Lissy bounced over to
you.  Grinning like the idiot you think (or try to believe) that she
is.  "What is good for you?"  You asked, face turning red.

She laughs.  "It was…interesting.  Only, there wasn't a
file cabinet
that gave it away this time."

"Ah!! That wasn't me! That was Clara and your brother!!!"

"Ugh, I saw it remember??"  The both of you end up in
hysterical
giggles at the ancient memory.

Ben's voice came over the comm.: "We're almost there, get
strapped
in."

Lissy snickers towards you. "Need help again?"

"Shaddap." And the webbing clicked into place.  The landing
wasn't as
bad as take off, and as soon you felt the ground connect with the
landing gears you and Lissy throw off the webbing and race for the
cockpit.
"Welcome to Coruscant."  Ben smiles.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow," is all that Lissy
can
muster. You are speechless.  It was magnificent!  Buildings, bridges,
towers, spires, transports, cargo frigates, and satellites covered
the sky.

"It's better on the outside."  He suggested, and everyone
scrambles
for the hatch.  He was right: it was better. 

You finally found your voice: "Holy shit."

"Uhh, this tastes like sushi!"  Lissy hisses at you.

"I know, eat it."  Lissy makes a face and finishes her glob
of goo. 
You don't mind sushi, but can only eat so much.  Thankfully, you
only
took a few globs of it to begin with.  You were in a small kitchen-
like area. Ben and Yoda brought you and Lissy there, mentioned the
goo, and left.

"I'm not eating it if you're not going to." She
pouted.

"Fine with me." You push your plate away and stood up.  The
whole
apartment had a very tacky decor.  Almost circa 1970's.  Brown
shag
carpet, weird looking lamp-like structures, and something that looked
like a beanbag chair in the far corner.   You almost expected to see
one of those sexual-position posters that the Ladies Man has on
Saturday Night Live.  You mention this to Lissy.

"You've got sex on the mind." 

"Do not. It just seemed appropriate."

She gives you the: I'll-never-buy-that-excuse-in-a-million-years
look.  "Do you think they're just going to leave us here?"

"Why would they do that? They can't…"

"Oh yes they can!" Lissy interrupted.  "Didn't you
notice that we
didn't run into anyone on the way here?  No one but them knows
we're
here.  We're going to have to live off the goo-shit for the rest
our
lives!" She was on the verge of tears when the door shooshed open
and
Ben stepped in.  "You can't keep us here forever,
Kenobi!!"  Lissy
screeched at him.

"What?" He looked to you.

You just shrug. "She's being paranoid, thought you left us
here for
good."

"Oh, um…what did you think?"

"I started to have doubts."

"Fear not! I have returned." He Mocked, you also notice he
was
wearing the typical brown Jedi robe. More handsome than ever. "We
need to go.  Did you enjoy your dinner?"  You and Lissy made
faces of
disgust. "I'll take that as a `No'.  Sorry, you can
eat better once
we get to the temple."  You followed him down the corridor and
out
into a waiting transport.   The ride took about 10 minutes and was
smooth.  Disembarking you noticed how peaceful it was even with
the large amounts of traffic overhead.  The temple itself is so grand
and awe-inspiring you don't know if there's even words that
could
describe it.

Ben tugs your arm. "We have to go. Can't keep everyone
waiting." 
Inside the temple produced the same effect. And if possible it was
even calmer.  The soft color hues and subtle architecture
made everything look soft.  Ben stops you in front of a wide
door.  "Wait here." And he disappeared through it.

"I don't like this." Lissy whimpers.

Before you can answer, Ben pops his head out the door.  "All
right,
come in."  You step in first and Lissy follows.    You step into
a
large room; the Jedi Council lay before you.  You freeze;
this was all too familiar.  Déjà vu creeps up your spine. 

"Ben?"  You ask hesitantly, this was getting really freaky.
Lissy
edgess forward and clutches onto your hand.

"We've been here before, haven't we?"  She whispers
into your ear.
You nod, and try to take in the different beings that make up the
council.  Your eyes finally come to rest on Mace Windu and Yoda.

"Master Kirna and Jedi Paschal we welcome you home."  Windu
says,
almost giddily.  You aren't sure if he's talking to you or if
he's
high.

"With all due respect," Ben bows towards Windu. "They do
no remember,
Mastah." Oh, there's that word again!

Windu and the others look you up and down, scrutinizing.  You can
feel fingers touching your mind.  It feels weird but you do not try
to do anything to stop them.   Windu then stands up and
walks over until he's standing in front of you.  He's tall;
you can
say that about him.  He reaches out and takes hold of Lissy's
chin. 
You know you should stop him, but you feel that you
shouldn't.  "Lissy?"  Windu whispers to her.  "Do you
remember?"

She's visibly shaking now. "Remember what?" 

"Me." He replies, simply.  After a moment she shakes her
head; his
hand drops and he turns to you.

"Do you remember?"  He asks you.

You're about to shake your head but say: "Only that I've
been here
before. And that you will not hurt us."  With the last statement
you
squeeze Lissy's hand for reassurance.  At that time the other
council
members begin to file out, leaving you, Lissy, Ben, and Windu alone.

CRACK *  The gimmer stick is applied to your right calf. 

"Goddamnit! Will you quit that? Do you really think that is
effective
punishment??"  You yell down at the little green man.

"Yes." Was his reply.  "Remember I am here, now you
will."

"You couldn't just SAY you were here?"  You defended.  He
gave you a
silent stare.  "Fine, you're into S&M, I understand.  Just
keep it to
yourself next time!"  He wound up for another whack, but you
grabbed
the stick in time, again.  "Don't." You warn.

Then you hear Windu laughing. "Yup! She's back!" He
hoots, doubles
over, grabs his stomach, and continues to laugh.   * WHACK * Windu
gets the stick in the upper thigh making his eyes bulge out in shock
and pain.  He lets out a groan and sinks into his chair.  Lissy
giggles. 

"What's going on here?!"  You've had enough of the
run-around; you
need answers.

Ben stepped in.  "You were placed on that world by Sidious. He
chose
you and Lissy to be his next Sith experiment."

"Experiment?" You ask.

"You were Master and Padawan at the time.  He thought it best to
take
the both of you to have one to fall back on if the other should fail.
And if there was one left, they would be the sacrifice to his
side." 
Windu explained.

"To the Dark Side?" You whisper.  "Why don't I
remember any of this?
Why do I have memories of family and friends?  Places I've been,
food
I've eaten?"

"We believe he wiped your memory and was able to give you others
in
place. We're not sure how."

"If what you say is true, then how do we get our previous
memories
back?"

"We don't know that either." Ben answered.  "If you allow
us, we
might be able to help."

Gods, you were almost afraid to ask. "How?"

"Mind probe."  Windu answers.

Lissy squeezes your hand tighter,  gasping in fear. "No!"  She blurts
out.  "I've had enough of this! I want to go home! RIGHT NOW!"  She
stamped her foot for emphasis.

You turn to her and hug her tight. //Lissy, if what they say is true
then you can hear me.\\  Her body stiffened at the intrusion into her
mind; you could feel her heart beating a million miles an hour.  Then
her arms wrapped around your waist; a bit too tightly.

"I'm so scared." She whispers.  //I'm so scared.\\ She repeated.

//So am I, but we need to trust them.  They said that place wasn't
real and I want to believe them.  I want to stay.\\  You admit.  You
feel her nod her head against your neck and slowly pull away.

"Lissy, you must come with me."  Windu said softly.

Her eyes widened in fear again.  "Why can't I go with Obi-Wan?"

"Mastah Windu is more expierenced, he can help you if something goes
wrong."  Ben answered.

"Who's going to do her?" She pointed to you.

"Jedi Kenobi."  Yoda answered.  "Master she was before all of this. 
Better chance to save herself."

"Uhhh..." that didn't sound like set in stone.

"I wanna go with Obi-Wan" Lissy whines.

"If you come with me, I'll give you some of the substance you know as
chocolate," Windu tempts. Lissy's eyes lit up.  She looked at Windu,
then Obi and you.  //I want details\\ she says to you as she follows
Windu out.

Side note: I’m amazed at what I wrote in this part, and the depth that I 
could go into. I hope you like it as much as I do. {There isn’t much humor 
(that’ll be in the next part!) }



Ben leads you out of the council room and into a sitting room next door. 
There are several couches and overstuffed recliners sporadically placed 
around the room. He takes you to one of the couches and you both sit.

“Nervous?” He asks. You give him the best dirty look you can muster. 
“Sorry. Ok, let’s get this over with.” He raises his hands to your head, 
but you stop him.

“What’s going to happen if this doesn’t work? Please tell me the truth.”

He sighs. “Asides from permanent brain damage…death.” He eyes took on a 
somber tone. “I will not let that happen.”

“Don’t promise something you cannot stop, Ben.” You whisper.

“Obi-Wan.” He corrects with a smile.

“Obi-Wan.” You whisper back and guide his hands to your temples. A warm 
protective sensation flows through you as Obi-Wan makes contact, you could 
melt right there.

//You must lower your mental shields before I can help\\ He sends to you.

//How?\\ You have no idea they were even up.

//Like this…\\ All of a sudden you are flooded with thoughts, dreams, 
feelings, sensations, hopes, and fears from Obi-Wan. He held back nothing. 
You could feel something else mixed in with his living Force. Something warm 
and with the same protective feeling only it was amplified 100 fold. You 
could say it is almost like a red ribbon woven inside everything else. 
//Yours have been erected, I believe, to keep Sidious out of your mind, to 
protect yourself.\\

Yes, that was it. You remember now. You remember the day both you and Lissy 
were captured. He was too powerful, even for the both of you. He bombarded 
you with his anger and hatred, and turned your fears against you. The 
shield was erected to save your mind from madness. Concern fleeted through 
you thinking about Lissy, wondering if she had been powerful enough to do 
the same.

//Concentrate on you first.\\ Obi-Wan suggested. Concentrating on your 
shield you feel them lifting, peeling away one layer at a time. You catch a 
thought from Obi-Wan that comes across as something like: //Damn girl!\\ 
Laughter ripples through you and suddenly your shields are gone, flooding 
yours and Obi-Wan’s mind with sensations you never knew were in you: 
laughter, knowledge, insight, tranquility, hope, belief in the Force. Yet, 
underneath everything there was something dark. It laced in and out of your 
mind and through Obi-Wan’s. Overtaking thoughts, sensations, and beliefs. 
//NO!\\ You hear yourself scream, trying to pull it back into you. Obi-Wan 
cannot be harmed, MUST not be harmed. You feel it slam back into your 
mind, oozing over all thoughts, like a cancer. Everything turned black, 
suffocating you, biting at you, drowning you. He is out of harm’s way; you 
float along with the black, letting it take you wherever. //As long as he is 
safe.\\

A primal scream passes you. //NOOO!!!\\ It sounds vaguely familiar but the 
black is traveling too fast for you to remember, pulling you deeper. Spikes 
of pain shoot through your mind, into your body, and you can hear Fear’s 
maniacal laughter as it tries to hack into your soul.

A bright light painfully pierces into your brain, causing the black to 
convulse and scream in pain. You scream with it as something jerks at you. 
Tugging insistently, causing more pain to lash throughout you. You try to 
fight it, kicking away the pain, but you feel it curl around your heart. 
The whip-like feeling pulses (what seems like) electrical shocks into your 
heart, you’re certain it is going to burst. And it did.

It was unlike any pain you have ever felt. It splits you into a million 
pieces, scattering thought and reason into the four winds.


There’s a light glowing off in the distance, it grabs your curiosity enough 
to motivate you to take a look. Ever so slowly you feel yourself drift 
closer to the light, skirting around it like a nervous animal. But there it 
sat, calmly, waiting for…something. You close in to it, tentatively 
touching. Red tentacles whip out and grab hold of you, pulling fiercely at 
your existence. Threatening to overtake you.

You scream out in fear.

//No fear. No fear. No fear…\\ the phrase became a soft chant, increasing in 
volume as the tentacles pull you closer to the light.

Your own chant accompanies your struggles: //No no no no no no no…\\ But 
it’s too late, you are pulled into the brightness.

Light and heat explode around you, searing you, completing you. You can 
feel your thoughts fall into place, settling back into harmony with your 
mind. Giving a mental sigh you snuggle down into it.

Off in the distance you hear a name. You try to ignore it, but the name is 
called again. A little louder this time. After several moments you 
recognize the name. It’s yours. You become irritated, you don’t want to be 
disturbed. //Go away!\\ you answer the voice.

A low chuckle sweeps over you, picking you up, and bringing you to the 
voice. It’s very familiar, but the tentacle surrounds it, licking at you; 
making you back away. //Why are you afraid?\\ The voice asks, but before 
you can answer they lash out at you again, pulling you closer, deeper. Once 
again heat and light surround you, but this time you find comfort in it. 
You let it penetrate you; let it run through your thoughts, coating your 
mind.

//You see?\\ the voice says. //There’s nothing to fear. Not me, ever.\\ 
To emphasize the point the heat and light amplify; tightening it’s embrace 
around you.

Confused, you ask: //But who are you?\\

Thoughts, images, and feelings course through you, lifting you closer to the 
voice.

Love, Jedi, truth, Obi-Wan Kenobi, honor, humor, life, death, Qui-Gon Jinn, 
loss, pain, hope, trial, General, pride, passion, friends, loyalty, care, 
faith, adventure…

//A Jedi does not crave adventure!\\ You hear yourself interrupt, citing the 
Code.

Great rolls of laughter follow that thought, now bringing you in contact 
with the voice. Filled with humor, it said: //You are the Mastah.\\

//Master?\\ the word triggered a flood of information from your mind.

Love, light, happiness, Force, Lissy, Padawan, friends, life, honor, Mace, 
Master, patience, care, truth, husband, death, healing, Love, Ben…Obi-Wan…

You remember everything. Your life before Sidious captured you and Lissy. 
Training in the Temple alongside Mace, the loss of your husband, the healing 
of that pain, training Lissy, and the laughter she brought back into your 
life. Along with meeting Ben…Obi-Wan; he defiantly made you into a pile of 
goo! With his beautiful eyes, goofy grin, and sexy laugh. Not to mention the 
sex…

//It wasn’t sex.\\ The voice states.

//Obi-Wan?\\ your mind whispers. //Not sex?\\

You feel his presence wrap around you. Protecting with love.

//Love?\\ the word came out weakly, and suddenly your eyes pop open. They 
focus on the ceiling; something is on top of you. Obi-Wan’s face appears 
above yours.

He was smiling; he was beautiful. “Love.” He repeats and he kisses you. 
With this kiss you feel his love coursing through your blood, pounding in 
your veins, filling your heart.

Lissy followed Mace “Master” Windu into an adjoining room filled with 
tapestries and
couches. “Please, sit down.” She jumped at his voice, she kept expecting a 
string of profanity
and bible quotes to shoot out of his mouth. “I will not harm you.” He 
reassured.
She clenched her jaw, nodded, and slid onto a couch. Windu sat down rather 
close to
her. “There is no need to be afraid of me.” He noted her wide eyes, so 
looked like she was
ready to bolt.
“It’s not just you. This place gives me the willies.” She shuddered. 
“Like something
out of a dream.”
“Only it wasn’t a dream. This is all very real.” He responded.
“Ok, let’s just get this over with!” she said in a rush. She didn’t like 
the looks he was
giving her, like she was some precious animal that needs to be kept safe.
“Close your eyes. Relax.”
Lissy snorted. “Easy for you to say.” And closed her eyes.
“Such a glib mouth you have.” He all but chided and placed his fingertips 
on her
temples.
She jumped at his warm familiar touch. Her brow furrowed in confusion. 
Familiar?
//Remember…\\ His voice filtered through her mind. She could feel him 
“poking”
about.
//Watch it buddy!\\ She warned, but only got a chuckle back in response. 
Then the
“poking” stopped, and a warm sensation covered her mind; she tried to 
repress a shiver of
delight but failed. Thoughts started to rise in her mind.
Thoughts, she believed, she never had before. About life, hers, her 
Master's, her family, her
teachings, what she had been taught, whom she had loved. //Mace. I love 
him!\\ Shot through
her brain. Lissy's eyes opened wide and she remembered. "Mace?" She said 
in a ragged
whisper.
"Love..." He sealed his mouth over hers in a deep kiss to fill the 
emptiness that she had
left. //Oh the gods I have missed you!\\ His arms wrapped around her, 
holding on tight.
Lissy broke off in a mirthful giggle. "Think we'll get caught?"
Mace ventured a glance towards the door and a somewhat wicked gleam passed
through his eyes. "We won't know until we try now, will we?" She giggled 
again, leaned over,
and pulled his robe off. Several minutes, some laughing spells, and heavy 
petting sessions later
they were both blissfully naked.
Lissy boldly took in Mace's sculptured body. "My, my, my." She all but 
hummed.
"That answers THAT question."
"And which one is that?"
"Where's the beef?" she reached forward and gently grasped his rising 
member. Mace
groaned, her touch hadn't changed. Demanding, yet soft. Her fingers glided 
his length back and
forth. Coaxing him. And he wasn't one to fight, he stood stock still, 
letting her reacquaint
herself with him.
Lissy could feel Mace's arousal humming madly through the Force. Zigging 
this way
and that. Wrapping itself around her. He felt wonderful. Inside and out. 
She looked up to his
face.
His eyes were closed, his mouth was open to let the silent moans out. A 
very feminine
smile played across her lips.
Mace almost lost it when Lissy's lips enclosed the tip of his member. Her 
tongue flicking
lightly passed the slit. He tried to thrust, but she backed away. With a 
whimper, he looked
down at her. Her face was glowing and her eyes flashes with womenly charm. 
A smirk played
at her lips when suddenly her tongue darted out and proceed to trail his 
entire length.
"LISSY!" he growled. Once again, her lips closed around him and proceeded 
to work
their way up him, then back down. And back up again. When she let him 
slide back out she
cupped his sac, squeezed, and applied her teeth. Scraping her way down.
It took all his might and some Force not to come then and there. When at 
last the
sensation ended her opened his eyes, hooded with passion, lust, and love. 
He was never one
that was willing to wait. He picked her up, kneeled her on the couch, and 
leaned her over the
armrest. Getting behind her, he tested her readiness by slipping a finger 
through her folds.
"MACE!" She yelped, pleading.
"I know, Love." he answered, and moved to cover her body with his. 
Maneuvering his
aching member to her folds, pushing and nudging. "So wet. Hot." he murmured 
into her ear.
"Mace..." She whimpered, this time in fear. "It's...it's too big." He 
felt absolutely huge!!
"No, it's not." And with that little assurance, he thrusted all the way 
into her.
Lissy didn't know if she screamed in pleasure or pain. He WAS huge!! But, 
filled her
so completely. He continued thrusting, replacing the discomfort with sheer 
pleasure. Once,
twice, then he sifted a bit and thrust once more. Lissy screamed again.
"There is it." he growled into her ear again. "I knew I'd find it." He 
pulled out and
thrust again. She screamed, again.
She was flying apart, melting, vibrating. She loved it. She could feel 
Mace through their
bond. Their love laced together, then surged together in one massive tied, 
crashing down, and
sweeping them out to sea.

**A half an hour later.**

Lissy couldn't move. She must have passed out, because now she was on the 
floor.
With not memory of how she got there. She could still feel Mace against 
her back. "Mace?"
she tried to whisper, but it came out in a croak.
"Humm?" was his reply.
"I found the answer to another question."
"Which one would that be?"
She grinned. "Once you go Master, you'll never come faster!"