Title: "Been There, Done That, Got the Postcard"
Sequel to "Wait 'Till Your Master Gets Home"
Author: Jade Sirius (Izi_and_Okka@yahoo.co.uk)
Rating: PG, m/f KISS
Summary: Obi-Wan gets into a bit of trouble (yet again)
Spoilers: Bit of JA series, bit of everything. Wonderful recipe.
Disclaimer: No, all names you recognise aren't mine. Isona is though. I make no dosh out of my endeavors (sadly). It all belongs to the wonderfully talented George Lucas, (He earns more than £500 million out of this StarWars malarkey)
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Isona and a few of her friends were in the middle of a heated argument about their Jedi acquaintances when a fiery red headed girl spoke up above the brawl. "And if you're going to take that attitude with me, then I won't bother telling you at all."
"Fine by me," Isona shrugged, "I wasn't the one caught with Bruck in an, ahem, compromising position in the training room was I."
"That's sooo irrelevant." Kellia gestured with her hand, "At least I have a sex life."
"I'd rather be celibate than with Burck. At least I have my pride." Isona drawled.
"It's so funny listening to you two at each other's necks all the time." Shazzala giggled, stopping only to regain her composure as a group of guys stalked past.
"Oooh, oohh, ooohh." Drayjo pointed wildly in the direction of the temple plaza, "Is he hot or is he.."
"That's Obi-Wan, duh." Isona interrupted sarcastically
"He's sooooo fine." Drayjo let her jaw drop.
"Are you trying to make me feel jealous, because it's failing miserably." Isona frowned, as Obi-Wan headed in their direction.
"Stop me from thudding." Drayjo reached out to cling onto Isona's shirt as Obi-Wan let his mischevous joker grin lighten his face.
"Hey Kenobi." Isona looked up at the Jedi standing beside her, "What brings you here."
"Well, nothing, and everything really." Obi-Wan folded his arms.
"That doesn't answer my question." Isona grumbled,
"Uh, me and uh, Kellia and Drayjo, should uh, relly go to class, we'll... um see you round Isona." Shazzala hauled the other two from the bench in the direction of the building.
"You desire a more detailed explaniation I gather?" Obi-Wan sat down on the bench next to her.
"Yeah, in a manner of speaking." Isona nodded.
"Okay, well..." Obi-Wan thought for a bit, "The temple are holding an evening of celebration, tomorrow night."
"You mean the temple are having a bash." Isona nodded, "I can't see that happening, I just can't picture the Council giving it large on the dancefloor to some punk music."
"You're trying to fool me." Obi-Wan said sternly, "It's an evening of celebration, no punk music, and I was wondering whether you'd go with me?"
"Straight to the point," Isona stood up, "No."
"No?" Obi-Wan asked "Why ever not?"
"I'm washing my hair." Isona plucked an excuse from the extensive library in her mind, cursing herself for choosing the most blatently obvious lie.
"I find that hard to believe." Obi-Wan started, "But if you don't wish to go, then I can't force you." He tucked his hands back in the large sleeves of his robes, "I'll see you round."
"Yeah, see ya." Isona said, as she watched Obi-Wan disappear into the crowds.
*****
Sitting in a crowded cantina, Isona told Shazzala about the Temple 'bash'
"You complete idiot." Shazzala stated to Isona, "You turned him down?"
"I said I was busy." Isona fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. "He didn't look that disappointed to me."
"He's a Jedi you wally," Shazzala wailed "He's trained not to show his emotions you prat."
"Okay, alright, cool it." Isona stood up, "I'll go."
"Brilliant!" Shazzala jumped up from her chair, "You, my friend need a very special dress."
"I don't *do* dresses." Isona looked disgusted at the idea of wearing a dress. "Trousers will do fine."
"No, they won't." Shazzala pulled Isona towards a dress shop. "Come on."
*****
Isona gave herself the luxury of a quick twirl in the mirror. The dress was perhaps the only one Isona would ever admit to liking, but of course it was all for a higher purpose, or so Shazzala had told her. The long sleeveless black velvet dress had tiny little half-millimetre dots of silver which concentrated on the bottom hem, but faded into the black as they continued up the dress.
"Go for it Isona. Knock 'em dead, all of 'em." Shazzala clapped her hands encouragingly.
"There's one very large drawback." Isona mumbled, "I can't go and jump in a fountain with this."
"Trust me, you won't be jumping in fountains tonight." Shazzala smiled, "But I'm not saying you aren't allowed to take a refreshing dip in the temple fountain tomorrow morning, oh and get that Jedi to go with you too."
"Just what are you implying by that?" Isona gave Shazzala a cursing look. "We're friends. Take heed. F-R-I-E-N-D-S... friends, no more than that."
"Alrighty, I got that first time round, but it doesn't take Jedi senses to know he feels differently to the situation that you do." Shazzala pushed her back in the cubicle and slung the curtain across, "C'mon, geddout of it, we have under two hours."
*****
"Padawan, why the long face?" Qui-Gon asked Obi-Wan as they waited for the elevator to reach their floor.
"Oh, no, it's nothing master." Obi-Wan shrugged.
"Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, "This wouldn't be anything to do with Isona turning you down would it?"
Obi-Wan knew he couldn't hide it from his master, so he admitted defeat gracefully "Yes, it is."
"Don't worry about it, Obi-Wan. There are lots of other girls there." Qui-Gon knew this wasn't much of a helpful response, it was like saying there are more fish in the sea. In a way.
*****
Isona wondered whether Obi-Wan had got someone else to go with him as she walked up the formal staircase to the mail hall of the Temple. "ah well, there's always Dalinn." she consoled herself. Dalinn was one of her father's friend's sons. Tall, lanky, and generally very boring. He always ended up coming to these functions dateless, and always sat in the same corner, nursing a glass of whatever took his fancy that time around. Isona watched the room of Jedi, their initiates and various senators looking for a familiar face. "Well, if it isn't the fountain queen Isona." came a voice from behind her.
"Uh, hi Bruck." Isona spun on her heel to smile at the Jedi behind her, "Kellia, fancy seeing you here." she grinned at her friend.
"No sweat," Kellia shrugged, "If my memory serves me as well as I think it does, then the Jedi you're looking for is by the large garden doors,"
"Who? Obi-Wan?" Isona perked up her attention.
"No," Bruck grinned sarcastically, "Master Yoda."
"Heh," Isona sneered, "Funny, I don't think." She stalked of into the crowd in search of Obi-Wan. Seeing a tall, long haired Jedi, she smiled, walking up to him, "Master Jinn," she greeted Qui-Gon, "I don't suppose you've seen Obi-Wan anywhere?"
"Actually, I have, he's in the garden, by the waterfalls." Qui-Gon gestured to the garden doors, "But don't think that's an invitation to go jumping in the water, I'm not sure Yoda would approve."
"Yeah," Isona laughed, "Thanks." she said as she headed to the gardens. A group of tall trees masked the waterfall from view, but as soon as she had walked through them, it was plainly visible, and so was Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan looked up, and when he saw Isona coming towards him, he grinned, "I thought you weren't coming?" he asked casually.
"Well, I decided that if I washed my hair veryveryvery quickly, I might have the time to come to your big bash." Isona sat down next to him, "Without getting drunk or jumping..."
"In fountains." Obi-Wan finished for her. "You're wearing a dress?" he observed, "It's... it's very... uh..."
"Very not me." Isona said
"No, I was going to say it's very pretty to see you in a dress for once." Obi-Wan smiled.
"Yeah, well." Isona shrugged, "It had to be a long one 'cause i don't have the legs for anything too short." Noticing Obi-Wan looking down her body, she scowled, "That wasn't an invitation for you to give your opinion."
"Sorry." Obi-Wan flashed Isona his jokerish grin, "Couldn't help it, but I have to disagree with you."
"So much for Jedi decorum," Isona slapped his arm.
"True, but you've got to remember that as a Jedi, I am able to use the Force for many alternative uses." He tried to keep a straight face, unsuccessfully.
"Why you little..." Isona gasped, "Little... Jawa-groupie."
"Last of the great insults." Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "You've really offended me now."
"Really, oh my, how can i ever apologise?" Isona asked mockingly.
"You can't." Obi-Wan pouted.
"No?" Isona asked smugly, "Let me see, now then..." she caught Obi-Wan off guard as she leaned over onto him, guiding his hand round her waist, she looked up, pulling Obi-Wan's face down onto hers for an absolutely perfect kiss. Obi-Wan hesitated momentarily, then pulled Isona onto his lap. "Still offended?" Isona asked.
"I'm tempted to say yes." Obi-Wan grinned.
"Yeah, i thought so." Isona laughed.
THE END
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