Disclaimers and the like in part one...
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Obi-Wan tried to get comfortable in his narrow bed and mused over the day's 
earlier events.  Danae had actually seemed sorry for pushing him too far 
during therapy, something that made Obi-Wan feel good...knowing that she 
cared for him at least professionally.

But, he felt the twinges of something more than friendly tickle his thoughts 
of Danae.  Something more like lust.  The way her hair swung when she 
turned, the way her deft fingers probed his wounds and warmed them with her 
healing touch.  Her laugh, when she decided to grace him with it, was enough 
to make a sith lord denounce the Dark side.  But, it was merely physical 
attraction..nothing more, nothing less.  He appreciated her as a person, 
sure, but as a woman, more.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by another young woman, this one however, 
was recently knighted and very familiar with Obi-Wan.  He'd helped train her 
when her Master had fallen ill and had been the sole reason she'd passed the 
trials.  Cerie had come to thank him personally and check up on his 
well-being.

"Hello, Master Kenobi.  Feeling any better?"  Cerie sat down on the edge of 
his bed and forced herself to breathe.  He was gorgeous, yes, but he was 
also out of her reach.

Obi-Wan smiled.  She still had a crush on him.  Cerie was cute, with her big 
aqua eyes and golden brown hair, but she was too tiny and submissive for his 
tastes.  He regarded her as a little sister and felt like he had to protect 
her.  She'd always had a thing for Qui-Gon, and was devasted when he died.  
Somehow through her grief she came to love Obi-Wan as a dear friend, even if 
she felt intimidated by him.

"Much.  You look different.  What is it?"  Obi-Wan cocked his head playfully 
as if trying to discern what was different about her appearance.  Cerie 
looked indignant, knowing he was playing.

"You know...look at my hair!"  Obi-Wan laughed, realizing she looked like a 
landed fish when she was angry.

"Yeah, you're braidless.  So, how does it feel to be a real Jedi?"  Obi-Wan 
fingered the silky, now braidless hair of his friend/protogé.

"Wonderful.  My 'sabre blade is blue, of course."  Obi-Wan laughed.  Cerie 
had been an orphan on Alderaan when discovered by the temple and had 
actually named herself after her favorite color.

"Obi-Wan?  You like Danae, don't you."  Cerie prided herself on being able 
to actually accomplish her little *mission.*  Everyone knew that Danae was 
gaga for the General even if she wouldn't admit it, but her friends thought 
it wise to test the waters before actually trying to set something up 
between the two of them.

Obi-Wan gulped.  He wasn't about to admit to her friend that he thought she 
had a hot body and would like to fuck her, but a long-term relationship was 
out of the question.  What girl wants to hear that?  He tried to defuse his 
response in order to say he was interested, but not committed.

"Well, she's a good therapist.  And, she's got a wonderful sense of 
humor..."  Obi-Wan felt himself blushing..he couldn't lie to Cerie, no one 
could lie to Cerie.  That little innocent piece of baggage had gotten his 
own Master tied in knots, he wanting to fuck her but afraid that she'd be 
hurt if it ever went bad.  Right now she was boring into him with those huge 
eyes, looking like a child who wanted to know why you forgot her birthday.

"Thanks, Obi-Wan.  Get better, would ya?  Danae's comin' back around three 
to get you in the whirlpool.  It'll make you feel tons better, cause 
therapy's a bitch."  With that, Cerie left to inform everyone of the "recent 
developments."

"Begun, this Clone War has."--Yoda, "Attack of the Clones"