Opposites Attract [Complete]

The meeting with Master Marion had been more of a disaster than they could have imagined. He scolded both of them for going against his orders, threatened to have them sent back to Coruscant, and left them saying they were to sell the Chahirran on the original proposal. He was convinced the only way to prevent a war was to remove the Valirim’s opposition.
They’d gone back to the Chahirran with this, and just as the Jedi had expected, they’d been outraged. After a long debate amongst themselves they’d agreed to allow Meleana to accompany them to a meeting regarding their top secret weapon. Meleana had to agree not to give any details to anyone, including Obi-Wan, but all parties agreed it was better to hear the severity of the situation from a third party.

Obi-Wan watched Meleana pace nervously around the conference room they’d been in the night before. He’d already sent Anakin upstairs to study. All he and Meleana were doing was waiting. She’d tried to convince the Chahirran they’d picked the wrong Jedi, that Obi-Wan was a much better choice, but they’d disagreed.
“Calm down,” he said gripping her hand as she paced past him.
“What if it’s something horrible? Marion won’t believe me. I could be responsible for millions of lives. He’s much more likely to listen to you. It should be you.”
He pulled her into her arms and looked into her worried eyes. “They trust you, they like you. You can do this. All you have to do is sit there and watch and tell the other Jedi on a scale of one to ten how bad the weapon is.”
“I thought you thought I was an idiot.”
He almost smiled, “Does your ego need constant attention?”
“Obviously,” Meleana gave him a light kiss on the cheek before stepping away just before the doors swished open.
“The transport is ready,” Riak said stepping into the room. “We may not be able to land again until tomorrow evening, the storms are getting worse.”
Meleana nodded, “Will we be able to contact anyone on the planet?”
“If not in this sector than another. It’s nothing to worry about, the structures are programmed to adapt to the violent weather.”
Riak and Meleana continued to chat as they left. Meleana looked back at Obi-Wan with a wave as she passed through the door.

The meeting was held on Chahirra, which gave Obi-Wan several hours to wait to hear from Meleana. By the late evening he was brought to a communications room with a holotransmitter strong enough to receive a signal in the hellish storm.
Meleana’s eyes followed the man who’d brought Obi-Wan in. She waited for him to leave before speaking.
“We need to get the Valirim to back down,” Meleana said without greeting Obi-Wan, “If we don’t there is literally nothing they can do to avoid complete destruction, and if the other worlds go along with this… Chahirra would be the only populated planet in the system.”
Before Obi-Wan could reply the building shook with enough force to knock him off his feet. He heard a few garbled words from Meleana, then silence. He looked up at where her image had been as he got to his feet.

“What happened?” Meleana asked. She couldn’t reestablish her connection with Glycerie.
Riak shook his head. “Communications are temporarily down. We’ll be in orbit in a few hours. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”
Meleana frowned, she didn’t share Riak’s optimism.

Meleana sensed there was a problem before anyone came to get her from the cabin she’d been napping in, she nearly bowelled over a crewman who’d been sent to find her on her way to the bridge.
“What happened?” She asked walking forward to look out the view screen.
None of the diplomats answered her. They were all frozen in place, staring blankly down at the planet.
Meleana pushed through to the controls and tried to reed the symbols on the screen. All of the reports on the planet were coded.
“What does this say?” She looked back at the catatonic Chahirran’s.
“The cities gone,” Riak said softly.
Meleana waited for a more detailed response. “Gone? Define gone?”
“The storm… there must have been a malfunction with the stabilizers. Everything’s collapsed, there isn’t anywhere to land.”
“Is there a rescue fleet on its way?” she asked hurriedly. “Take me down to there,” she added when Riak nodded.
“As I said, there is no where to land.”
“I’ll jump off, just get me down there.”
Riak shook his head. “It’s too dangerous.”
“Then leave me as close as you can.”
“What good do you think you’ll do if you go down there now?”
Meleana grit her teeth in frustration. He was right. She’d be useless on her own. She excused herself and went to contact Marion.
“Jedi Ariadne, I don’t recall giving you permission to go off world.”
“I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself before I contact the Council,” she snapped.
He took a deep breath, which gave Meleana the impression he was trying to think up a lie.
“Yesterday you warned me there would be consequences,” she shook her head in disgust, “Care to guess at the number of people who died today?”
Marion looked away, “I had no idea the Valirim would go so far so quickly.”
“No idea? I warned you this would happen. You encouraged them. You gave them an excuse to attack. They don’t care about Glycerie, they just wanted to one up their rival, and you gave them a reason. And you thought what? You’d report with great sadness that a tragic accident had killed the Jedi and the Chahirran on Glycerie? That you’d find a way to make the Valirim look like heroes?”
“If you’d done as I said this wouldn’t have happened.”
Meleana narrowed her eyes at him. “Your arrogance is astounding. It’s a miracle this is the first time this has happened. If you don’t have anything to say I think I’ll be contacting the temple.”
Meleana looked him in the eye, waited a few seconds, and disconnected the communication.

The city was in ruins. Buildings lay on their side. Some were more than halfway submerged in the muddy waters they had once towered above. The small walk ways were littered with bodies, mostly living. Debris floated past in the raging waters and whipped through the air on the strongest gusts of wind. Meleana let the rescue teams start working and filled in where she was needed. She knew rushing off on her own wouldn’t do any good. Once she had a better idea of how they were handling things she’d be able to start searching for Obi-Wan and Anakin.
She’d tried both of them on there comlinks, of course they hadn’t answered, but it had been worth a try. Somehow she was also supposed to be available to speak with the Council when they’d finished reviewing Master Marion’s conduct.
Meleana spent hours treating injuries, and pulling people out of the mud before she finally got to go into the Chahirran’s office. Meleana jumped in before the rest of the rescue team. The building was more than half way submerged, which meant the non-Jedi needed special equipment to properly search it. Meleana moved quickly using the force to detect any living beings within the building. She’d call to one of the rescuers behind her when she’d found someone, and wait with the injured person, calming them until the rescue team arrived.
The section of the building they’d been staying in had been relatively undamaged, very few rooms had flooded, and he way was only mildly hampered by any serious structural damage; though she was walking on the walls rather than the floor.
She looked down into the room they’d been staying in and heard Anakin’s high pitched voice. She jumped into the room and found Anakin pinned to the wall by the bulk of the rooms furniture. She moved it away with the force and Anakin fell forward into his arms.
“Are you alright?” She asked looking for any large blood stains in the area around him.
“I think so,” He said hesitantly.
“If something hurts tell me,” Meleana knew he was hurt, he was hardly supporting any of his own weight.
Anakin paused, “If I tell you, will you still let me help you find Obi-Wan?”
Meleana gently stroked his hair while climbing out of the room. “Ani, I wasn’t going to let you do that anyway.”
“Well why not?”
“I’ll work faster without you. There are lots of people who’ll need your help on the refugee crafts. Do you know where Obi-Wan was when the building collapsed?”
“He was going to the communication room,” Anakin said, disappointment evident in his voice.
Meleana lay Anakin down on a stretcher when they’d gotten back to the rescue team. She inquired about the communications room and was given a plan of the building on a data pad. The communications room was on the edge of the most deeply submerged portion of the building.
“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked.
Meleana tried to smile. “Nothing, you’re going to go with these people. Don’t worry, Obi-Wan and I will be back in no time,” she could tell Anakin didn’t believe her.

Three days later…

Meleana pulled herself out of the mud. She hadn’t slept in days. Master Yoda had decided to remove Master Marion, and much to Meleana’s surprise, had left her in charge. She trusted the other Jedi on this mission to keep everyone calm. The Chahirran had agreed not to take any rash actions, and were waiting for the brunt of the rescue effort to be completed before any more negotiations. Every hour not spent talking with the other worlds, or the other Jedi, was spent looking for Obi-Wan. Mud was being pumped from the building, and it was slowly being lifted back to its original position. Every night Meleana would go as deep into the muck as she could, praying she’d find a dry pocket in the murk, and Obi-Wan inside of it.
Meleana wiped the mud from her face and sat down against the wall. She tried to think of something else she could do, somewhere else Obi-Wan would be. The more she thought the more she felt her chest tightening. She took a deep breath and blinked the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t cry, if she cried it meant he was dead, and if she didn’t believe he was alive she’d never find him.
Most of the building had been cleared out, and she’d been through the communications room more times than she could count. There was a lot of damage to that side of the building. He could have easily been carried off by the stormy waters.
She went back to the rescue center and pulled up a map of the area. If he had been carried off he might have made it to shore somewhere along the way. She didn’t bother asking for a transport, she knew they’d argue that no one could fly in the storm, and she was in no mood to argue. She tossed a med kit into the back of a speeder, hotwired it, and flew into the heavy winds.

Obi-Wan felt the water on his upper body again. His body felt broken, everywhere, and the days spent in the elements hadn’t aided his healing. Each time he had to pull himself farther from the rising waters it seemed more difficult, and after so long, he was beginning to wonder if anyone would ever find him. At least he wouldn’t die of thirst, all he needed to do to drink was open his mouth.
His mind wandered back to Anakin, hoping he was alright. He told himself he was, he couldn’t handle the alternative at the moment. At least he knew Meleana was alright. He closed his eyes and thought of her lying next to him. He imagined the softness of her body pressed against his, the light flowery smell of hers.
“Obi-Wan.”
He must be losing it if he was hearing her voice. Force he could almost feel her hand on his cheek. Was she checking his pulse? That hardly felt like something he’d fantasize.
“Obi, open your eyes please.”
He wouldn’t have imagined so much worry in her voice either, would he? He’d never heard her sound so upset. He opened his eyes, praying that if it was just a fantasy, he’d continue hallucinating with them open. The look of relief on her drawn face made him start to believe she might be real. Force, she looked terrible. She had to be real, he’d never imagine her looking so haggard.
“I’m going to check you and make sure you’re alright to move. Ok? Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
He did his best to put up a strong front as her hands moved down his body. He was relieved to find she didn’t touch his legs right away. Obviously they looked as bad as they felt.
“I’m going to splint your legs alright?”
He nodded weakly and braced himself for the pain. He let out a strained grunt when she lifted his leg. The pain that shot through him when she moved him into the speeder was almost blinding. He was sure he’d let out some pathetic sound unbecoming of a warrior, her hand stroked his cheek gently when she’d set him down, saying calming words to him in a soft voice.

Obi-Wan was getting restless lying around the temples halls of healing. Meleana had put him straight on a transport back to Coruscant, along with Anakin. He was glad to hear his comlink go off, finally he had a distraction.
“How are you feeling?” Meleana asked sweetly.
“Much better. How’s the mission.”
Meleana practically squealed into her comlink. “Everyone’s happy. You should have seen me! I made everyone get together in one room and I laid down the law. It was pretty awesome. New treaties were signed, lives were saved.”
“Well done,” he said smiling at the confidence in her voice. “Does this mean you’re on your way back?”
“Yep, we’ll be leaving in a couple hours. Think you’ll be up and about when I get back?”
“I’m sure of it.”
“You should see Latira, she’s been so indignant about me being in charge. Don’t tell anyone, but I absolutely love it,” She sounded happier than he’d ever heard her. “And no one wants to kill anyone anymore. It’s just great. Great!”
“I knew you could do it. Now please tell me you have a very fast ship bringing you home.”
Meleana made a thoughtful sound. “I’m not sure what’s taking us home. Besides, I think you probably need a few more days to rest. You didn’t see the shape you were in when I found you. It was bad, and I am going to give you quite the work out when I get back.”
“You know I’m starting to feel like our relationship has become all about sex.”
“Obi, it always has been.”
“Then get back quickly before I lose interest,” he said playfully.
“Ouch. Just for that I’m going to spank you.”
“I might like that,” a smile spread across his face.
“Oh are we going to have comlink sex now, because I’m not a big fan.”
“You are missing out on the best comlink sex of your life,” He said with a chuckle.
“Oh I’m sure I am, and I’m sure you really want a healer to walk in on you with your dick in your hands.”
“You should see the healers,” he said teasingly.
“Oh, now Jedi Kenobi, do I need to remind you, you were the one that wanted us to be exclusive?”
“No beautiful, you don’t,” he stared longingly up at the ceiling. “I can’t wait to hold you.”
“And I can’t wait for you to do that tingly thing.”
“Sure I can’t talk you into comlink sex? I am very bored,” he relaxed onto the bed he’d been trapped in for the past week.
“You’re going to have to wait for the real thing. I don’t want some under sexed healer walking in there and seeing the size of you. She’ll go mad, whether you fuck her or not.”
“Then you’d better make sure a very fast ship brings you home.”
“Maybe you should take a few naked holos of me, give you something to remember me by when we’re apart. After all this is hardly the last separation we’ll suffer.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “Did you really just say that?”
“I did, but if you don’t want to…”
“Oh no I want to.”
“Good, so when I get back have your holocamera, your cock, and your tingly sex powers ready for me. If you can really manage to fuck me crazy I’ll let you record it.”
“Force woman, where did you learn to talk like that?”
“Dirty novels, now darling, I’ve got to go. See you in a few days.”
Obi-Wan dropped his comlink on the bed next to him and ran his hands through his hair. He felt more restless now than he had before her call.