Unpledged Allegiance

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these, well, except for Azkara...George owns it all, I just want to play with them.

Notes: Big hugs to PadwanKayla for her beta services, her inspiration and her insight!!

Anakin met a surprised Obi-Wan at the door to their shared quarters looking flustered and full of questions.

“Master, how do you know her? She really is something, isn't she?”

Obi-Wan looked quizzically at his flushed Padawan. “What are you talking about Anakin?”

“I, well...she said you would be expecting her, Master. She asked me to stay here and wait with her for you. She, uh, she said she had heard of me.” Obi-Wan noticed Anakin’s cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as he backed into the room.


“Of course I have heard of you, Anakin Skywalker. You've made quite the name for yourself, you and your Master,” the woman said as she rounded Anakin, putting her hand to his shoulder as she did.

“Azkara,” Obi-Wan said as flatly as he could, though his heart soared at the sight of her.

“Obi-Wan,” Azkara returned warmly.

Anakin stared at the woman in front of him; it seemed he was unable to speak. He moved toward her and glanced briefly in his Master's direction before bringing the back of her hand up to his lips for a kiss.

“Milady,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I will leave you two. I am sure you and my Master have much to catch up on.”

Obi-Wan could not help the pang of jealousy that shot through him as he watched the simple, but easy exchange between them. Anakin held her gaze for a moment longer before turning to his Master.

* Mind your feelings, Obi-Wan. *

Obi-Wan realized too late that Anakin had picked up on his thoughts. He looked to his Padawan and met his sly grin with a stern look. Anakin simply turned and left the room without a backwards glance.

Though no more than a few moments of silence had passed Obi-Wan felt like it had been an eternity. He looked towards a grinning Azkara and wondered if she too had read his thoughts.

“I always could Obi-Wan.” She answered him audibly as she moved gracefully across the room towards him.

Obi-Wan watched as she closed the distance between them, never once letting his eyes leave hers. It had been ten years since he last saw her, ten years since he last touched her; yet as she pressed her body suggestively up against his, the familiarity came back to him. And as she brushed her lips against his, the hunger came crashing back to him. He was lost in the moment, entranced by her spell. He parted his lips slightly, expecting some sort of protest to come forth, but when Azkara slipped her velvety smooth tongue through his lips, he knew no such protest would come. He gave himself over, if only for a moment.

It had begun.

Though he savored the feeling of her body against his and the taste of her sweet lips against his, he knew he had to stop. They could not do this.

'Not yet.'


He brought both of his hands up to either side of her face and withdrew slowly from her embrace. He noticed that she, who was so eager to envelop him with a kiss moments ago, now backed away from him a bit, and he dropped his hands down to his side. He started to say something, anything, when she broke the silence.

“Always the proper Jedi, Obi-Wan? I see things have not changed.” Azkara pondered for a moment while backing away from him and walking around the small living quarters. She sat down on the bed at the edge of the room. Her face lit up with mischief before she spoke again. “Or have they? Do you share this bed with your young Padawan, Master Kenobi?” She asked.

“Why are you here Azkara?” Obi-Wan ignored her probing.

“Avoiding the question, then? So you are not fucking him?” she blatantly asked.

“Anakin is my Padawan learner...there is no physical relationship,” Obi-Wan replied.

“So why the jealousy a few moments ago, Obi-Wan? Why draw away from my kiss when you know that we...well, that it would be so good; that it could be so good. Are you saying you are not sweet on that boy? Or is that he is not sweet on you in return?” Azkara could tell she had touched upon a nerve by the look on Obi-Wan's face.

“The relationship between Anakin and me is clearly none of your business. Why don't you just tell me why you are here?” Obi-Wan tried to stay as calm as he could, though he felt most uneasy.

“Well, if you must know, I am here to conduct a little business, though I did wish to catch up with you; it has been far too long. I see that you are uninterested, of course. Perhaps I will just spend my leisure time getting to know your apprentice, since you obviously won't mind,” she toyed.

Obi-Wan was caught off guard at the flood of images that came crashing into his mind at her suggestion, images of her and Anakin entangled in each others arms. He knew that she was baiting him with this and he silently cursed himself as he took the bait.

“I did not say that I would not like the presence of your company while you are here, milady.” This time it was he who moved towards Azkara and pressed his body to hers. “I should like to spend some time with you, of course.” He whispered as he ghosted his lips across hers before being interrupted by a strong presence in the room.

“Master, I am sorry to interrupt. I forgot my lightsaber,” Anakin said, slightly embarrassed at the intimate, unfamiliar light in which he had just seen his Master portrayed.

“It's quite alright Anakin. I was just leaving.” And once again Obi-Wan released Azkara from his embrace.

She was about to leave when she turned and said to them , “I will of course, expect you both for dinner tomorrow evening.” She turned to Obi-Wan, “You know where to find me.” She headed out the door, leaving an awkward silence between the two men.

Anakin was the first to speak. “Master, I was not aware that you knew Azkara so...intimately.”

“Anakin, I was not aware that you knew of Azkara at all,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Everyone is aware of her, Master. There are rumors that she is a dark Jedi. Is that true?” Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan winced at the question. He was aware of the rumors; he was aware that they were more than just rumors; they were in fact, true. Azkara was indeed a Jedi who had traveled down the dark path of the Force. As far as he knew, she was not yet a Sith Lord herself, though she had the capability to train one. He wanted nothing more than to tell Anakin of his mission to find out the truth, never before did he have to keep something of this magnitude from his trusted Padawan, but he knew he must.

“Anakin, it is true that Azkara has had somewhat of a shady past. It is also true that we knew each other, intimately, as you said. I do not tell you everything, young one. I knew her a long time ago and the last time I saw her was soon after Qui-Gon had died. They were friends. He was a sort of mentor to her; she took his death very hard, as we all did. She left the Temple and I have not seen her since.” Obi-Wan looked pained at even this small bit of story.

“I am sorry, Master. I never knew that you...well, I never knew that you...” Anakin stammered.

“That I what Anakin? That I have feelings? That I have desires?” Obi-Wan moved closer to Anakin, cornering him against the door. “You never knew that I what? That I fucked someone? Do you think, my arrogant apprentice, that you are the only one who has ever done that? Do you think that you are the first Jedi to follow that path? You think that you and Padme are something special?” Obi-Wan was so close that Anakin could feel the heat of his body and the warmth of his breath as he spoke. Obi-Wan looked away from Anakin at first, but then met his gaze with an icy stare before he backed off of him and headed out the door.