Siri Tachi (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} neverlosefocus) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2013-08-09 13:18:00 |
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What: Obi-Wan said she could wake him. Well, she’s taking him up on his offer
When: Late Friday the 9th/early Saturday the 10th
Where: Starting out in Siri’s room, ending up in Obi-Wan’s.
Rating/Warnings: Low, probably. Maybe PG. Restless Jedi?
Status: incomplete/in-progress
She hurt. Oh Force, how she hurt. And Obi-Wan knew it; Siri could see it on his face. “I’ll get the bacta...”
“Don’t leave me,” she told him, her hand dropping onto his. “I wanted to say - ”
“Siri, I must get the med kit - ”
“For star’s sake, Obi-Wan, I’m dying. Do you have to interrupt me now?” There was something like humour in her voice, but it was a pale and reedy thing. She was dying. And he would have to watch her go.
“You’re not dying.”
Something occurred to her then, the sentimental idea of a dying woman, and she struggled to get into a pouch on her utility belt. Her fingers plucked useless at it, and fear, for the first time, stabbed through her. “I can’t... Get it for me.”
It took him a moment to realise what she was talking about, but he slipped her warming crystal, the one that Talesan had returned to her, and pressed it into her hand. A faint smile appeared briefly on her face.
“No... yours.” She turned her hand, letting the crystal fall into his palm. It carried memories of things they hadn’t spoken about in years, but it was the only thing she had. “Now I will never leave you.”
“You will never leave me,” he echoed.
It took all she had, but Siri reached up, brushing fingertips gently against Obi-Wan’s cheek, before her hand fell. “Don’t worry so much,” she told him softly. She knew him better, knew he would anyway, but she had to try. She had so little time. I don’t want to leave you. She could admit that here, now, at the end. So much wasted time. Her eyes fluttered closed...
Siri shot awake with a sharp intake of air, hand pressed tightly against the scar on her chest. Her heart was hammering, and for one far-too-long moment the remembered pain of her injury took the air from her lungs. Then the memory receded a little, and she was left pale and shaking in her bed.
“Sithspit.” She hated those dreams. Her first thought was to put on her swimsuit, go to the lake and swim until she was too exhausted to think. Her second thought was the man asleep in the room next to hers. There wasn’t a particularly conscious decision on her part. She was moving before she’d even made it. Climbing out of bed, Siri grabbed her robe, slipping it on over the clothes that were serving as sleepwear. Then she moved towards the door. Obi-Wan had told her that she could wake him. And she was going to take him up on it.
It didn’t take her very long to slip down the hall to the neighbouring room. She knocked lightly, pulling her robe more tightly around her as she waited for him to answer. She was always cold after dreaming about her own death.