Gabrielle yawned, sitting up, and stretching. She blinked several times in succession until her eyes focused properly on the clearing where she and Xena had slept the night before. Gabrielle sniffed hungrily as the smell of cooking bacon wafted to her nose. She could not have been fully awake as of yet, or she would have registered that Xena couldn't, and, more importantly, wouldn't cook bacon.

"Xena," Gabrielle called groggily. "What time is it?" She noted that the sun had already made quite a bit of progress on its daily journey across the sky. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

She stretched again, wincing as she heard her joints pop.

"It's about 10:30," a light, male voice said.

The shock chased the last remnants of sleep from Gabrielle's now-alert brain. She turned around with a gasp, trying unsuccessfully to cover her half-naked body with her sleeping blanket.

The owner of the voice was young, wearing a dune colored robe. Even when crouched over the fire, his tall stature was apparent. His gold hair was trimmed short, all except for a small pony's tail at the back of his head, and a thin braid, which started behind his ear.

"You looked so peaceful," he continued, by way of explanation. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I looked through your packs," he colored a little, "to find something to eat. Bacon?" He held out the frying pan enticingly.

"I should introduce myself," he said when Gabrielle made no reply, sounding slightly abashed at what must have seemed a huge breach of etiquette. "My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan learner at the Jedi temple."

Gabrielle was too busy blushing furiously to do anything other then to say her name. 'If he was looking in our saddlebags, he will have seen the phallus I bought the other day,' she thought to herself. 'Darn it!'

"Oh, so that what you call those! Where I live, we call them dildos."

Gabrielle was shocked, and it showed on her face. "How did you- never mind, I don't need to know." She felt around behind her until her hand came in contact with her top. "Now, don't look," she warned, only half joking. "It could be bad for your health."

Obi-Wan looked confused for a moment, and then his face cleared in comprehension. "Ahhhhhh, jealous boyfriend?"

Gabrielle gave Obi-Wan an odd look. "Well, kind of. Anyway, never mind."

Obi-Wan turned his back, and Gabrielle quickly pulled her shirt and skirt on. "Uh, you can look now." When Obi-Wan turned back towards Gabby, she busied herself with packing up her sleeping roll into the infamous saddlebags.

"So, what are you doing here?" she asked. "Have you seen Xena? It's not like her to disappear like this. OW," she yelled as she somehow managed to hit herself in the eye with some rope. "That hurt!"

Obi-Wan got up and walked over to where Gabrielle was grumbling over her eye. "Here," he said, taking the rope. "Let me do it, I promise I won't hit you with it." He grinned wryly. "Trust me, I get a lot of practice with my masters junk. I didn't realize that Padawan Learner also means gopher."

While Obi-Wan carefully packed up Gabrielle's junk, not mentioning the handcuffs he found in there, he explained that he had no idea where Xena was, or even who she was, but that he woke up in this forest, and he wasn't even sure what galaxy he was in.

"'Scuse me? What's a galaxy?

Obi-Wan's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his ears. Was it possible that there were life forms in the universe that didn't know about the rest of the galaxy? The Force knows there are some pretty ignorant people in Coruscant, and the outer rim territories, but none of them were unaware of other life forms, other planets! The Force was telling him to leave it be, that this was not her time to find out about these things, so he fudged. "Um, it's just another word I use for different places, errr, lands and countries. I was on a- a boat to a small village with my master, and somehow I woke up here. I don't know what happened."

Gabrielle sighed. "Probably some god's idea of a joke. I'm not laughing. Perhaps Xena is with your master. Do you think?"

"Who is this Xena you keep talking about?" Obi-Wan asked.

"I can't believe you haven't heard of her," Gabrielle said, sounding as confused as she felt.

"Oh, I'm not from around here," Obi-Wan said, hoping everything he said sounded convincing. "So, what does she do?"

"Well, she fights for peace and justice for the weak... among other things," Gabrielle colored gracefully, and looked down at the ground with studied indifference.

"So, is she a Jedi?" Obi-Wan asked, surprised. "And are you her Padawan?"

"A what?" asked Gabrielle, surprised. "Xena doesn't belong to any cults. She's perfect in every way. What's a Padawan?" She asked, reminded of the question she had intended to ask earlier.

"A Padawan is an apprentice, someone who learns from the other person by helping them, and being trained.' Obi-Wan was past being surprised. 'Anyone who doesn't know what a galaxy is shouldn't be expected to know what a Padawan is. So strange,' he mused. 'She seems so intelligent, yet she knows almost nothing. I wonder if she's even heard of the Force. Probably not, considering.'

* * *

Gabrielle and Obi-Wan had no choice but to travel together. They both agreed that Xena's disappearance and Obi-Wan's sudden transportation from one place to another had to have something to do with each other. Gabrielle was frankly quite happy to have reason to spend more time alone with him, as she was feeling very attracted to him.. This was why Gabrielle announced that they would travel to the Amazon lands, to finish what she and Xena had been doing before some fool God decided to interfere with fate, and snatch Xena away. And drop a completely sexy man on her lap. Gabrielle was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. And while picturing Xena's face when she found out, and she would find out, Gabrielle did not doubt that, was enough to dampen anyone's libido, even Gabrielle's, Gabrielle shushed her mind, and resolved not to picture Xena's face, and to leave it at that. And thus the seduction of Obi-Wan began.


Lips press against lips, against breasts, against thighs. Mouths open in unison and groan with desire and pent up longing finally released. Hips sway to the age old rhythm. Xena didn't know what was going on, or how she got here, in this bed, with this woman. She could see that the woman was very close to the edge, although she had to admit that she had nothing to do with this arousal. But all the same, she played up to it, caressing her breasts, licking her clitoris, impaling her on her fist. The woman came with a shout. "Oh, Obi-Wan!" she said, as soon as the waves stopped racking her body. "That has got to be my best orgasm, ever! And you didn't even use the Force! It was like you gave without taking! What's your secret?" She turned towards Xena, and let out a shout of surprise.

Xena reclined on the rumpled covers calmly, and said, with a smirk "I'm a woman."

She continued as if she wasn't naked and hadn't just fucked someone she didn't know, under the pretense of being someone else. "My name's Xena. I don't know how I got here. Last thing I remember, I was kissing Gabrielle goodnight," her brow furrowed for a moment, before clearing, and she broke into a grin "Then I was here, and I just couldn't leave you when I saw how close you were. Sorry if I offended," sounding as if she would be really mad if this had offended, Xena got up, and began looking for something to wear.

The woman unwound herself from the sheets she was tangled in, and fell on the floor, somewhat ungracefully. She got up, blushing. "It's okay," she said, in a high, nervous voice. "Actually, that's not true. It was better then okay, it was wonderful." She gathered up her clothes, which were scattered all over the floor, and retrieved her bra, which was dangling over a lamp. She threw them on, and turned back to Xena, who was now holding a Jedi robe that she had found on the floor, and trying to figure out how to put it on.

"My name's Rena Amunka," she said. "Here, let me help you." She showed Xena how to put the robe on, tying it. "I'm a healer at the Jedi temple, so I know a lot about getting Jedi into, and out of, their robes. Tonight Apprentice Kenobi invited me to his quarters. I was so excited, all the female healers, and some of the males, want to screw Obi-Wan. I was looking forward to a good time," she blushed, "and I guess I got one. Thank you for being so understanding."

Xena inclined her head in acknowledgment of what Rena said.

She continued on. "Look, if you ever need help, a place to stay, clothes... I'm guessing you're new here, and don't want to stay long?" She didn't pause to hear Xena's answer, or even take a breath. "I'd be glad to show you around, feed you, whatever." This whole monologue had taken little over thirty seconds. Rena thrust a card into Xena's hand with some strange lines on it that Rena said was her phone number and address. She rushed out the door like there were Bacchae after her, leaving Xena totally dazed, clutching a piece of paper that had no meaning for her.

This was the sight that met Qui-Gon's eyes when he entered Obi-Wan's room to see what the racket was all about. A tall dark woman wearing his Padawan's robe (and looking incredibly sexy in it), which was tall enough for her, but several sizes too big, standing in the middle of his Padawan's room, which had blankets strewn every where. That would not be so very out of the ordinary, as Obi-Wan had quite a reputation with the ladies, except Obi-Wan was nowhere to be seen. Qui-Gon couldn't even sense him at all. It was as if he had totally disappeared.

"What have you done with my Padawan?" he demanded angrily of Xena.

Xena answered calmly. "I don't know who you are talking about. Five seconds ago, I was going to bed by the fire, then suddenly, I was here." She spoke slowly, giving emphasis to each word. "In bed. With some woman, whom I guess your Padawan was with, before I came," she grinned at the pun.

Qui-Gon was not amused. Here was some woman he had never seen, making light of the fact that his Padawan, who, for all the fact that he was a consummate womanizer, was quite young and untrained, had gone, the Force knows where. And she was making jokes! Adding to Qui-Gon's frustration was that he couldn't get into her mind, find out why she was lying, and what had really happened to Obi-Wan. It wasn't that he just couldn't get past her shields, because he couldn't sense any. It was like there was nothing there, or it was so well hidden that he couldn't find it.

Qui-Gon had a horrible thought. "Are you a Sith?"

Xena looked at him levelly, straight in the eyes. "I don't know what that is, but I think I would know if I were. I'm a warrior. Xena, if you've heard of me?"

"Then are you a Jedi?"

"Speak Greek, would ya?"

"Pardon? You don't know what a Jedi is?" Qui-Gon's surprise matched that of his Padawan's, who was at this very moment finding that Gabrielle had never heard of Jedi, if they had only known it.

In a second he had made up his mind. This woman could be dangerous. And she was lying, he was sure of it. Padawans don't just disappear.

He waved his hand in front of her eyes. "You will tell me the truth," he intoned softly.

"I will tell you the truth," Xena murmured.

"What have you done with my Padawan?"

Xena looked confused. "I didn't do anything. I don't even know him," she added sullenly. She looked mildly irritated, and then annoyed. She shook her mind free from Qui-Gon's hold, and kicked him.

That was it for both Xena and Qui-Gon. They hadn't had enough sleep, Xena was lost, Qui-Gon had lost his Padawan, and each was seeing the other as the source of the problem. They began trading blows, Xena furiously, Qui-Gon calmly. Qui-Gon was fueled by the Force, but Xena had anger and desperation on her side. Finally gaining the upper hand, she put the Pinch on him, and said in a rough, low voice, "I've cut off the flow of blood to your brain, you'll be dead in thirty seconds unless you listen to me: I don't know who your Padawan is, I've never seen him, and I don't know where I am. Now, I'm going to take this off of you, but if you attack me, I will kill you, ya got that?" Qui-Gon managed a nod, and Xena quickly took the Pinch off.

He sat immobilized for a second, trying to regain his breath. When he did, he choked out, "Who are you?"

Xena snorted, raising her eyebrow. "Oh, you don't hear too good, do ya? As I said before, I'm Xena, a Warrior... I think a more important question would be, who are you?"

"My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi master." He stood up, and said, as reassuring as possible, "Look, I have to take you in front of the council, it's a rule. I believe you, but maybe they will be able to help you, get you back home."

"Alright," Xena conceded at last, after staring intently at Qui-Gon, as if trying to read his soul. "Lead the way."

Qui-Gon chuckled at last. "I don't think you should go like that."

Xena looked down at her attire, and found herself grinning. "Why, doesn't it look stunning?" she said in a teasing voice.

"Absolutely," Qui-Gon said, his voice deep and throaty. "But I don't think the Council would be too impressed...."

The two looked at each other before dissolving into a fit of giggles that rang through the temple, awakening poor honest knights and Padawans that should have been asleep at this hour.

Master Yoda, still awake in his rooms, recognized the sound of Qui-Gon's laughter, although he didn't know who the other person was. He wondered what Qui-Gon could possibly be up to now. "Hope we do that he will not cause any problems. Bad for intergalactic relations Qui-Gon can be," he commented to Mace Windu, who was conversing with Yoda.

Mace smiled fondly, thinking of the times he and Qui-Gon had been little more then a pair of ragamuffin troublemakers. Luckily for Mace, he had stopped being like that... most of the time. But Qui-Gon was still as bad as ever. He grinned. "I wonder...."

Yoda glared. "Whatever it is, good it cannot be." Mace shrugged and went back to the text he and Yoda had been working on.


Gabrielle, Obi-Wan and Argo had been traveling for quite a few hours. Gabrielle was a little sore, but darned if she was going to travel on Argo. Obi-Wan looked as fresh as he had when they first started out, and Gabrielle was incredibly envious of him. She sighed, pretending to be much more fatigued then she really was, and asked if they could possibly rest for a while. "It's about lunch time, anyway," she said, glancing at the sky.

Obi-Wan agreed, and they stopped in a nice little clearing. While Obi-Wan happily tried out his nature skills by hunting and skinning a rabbit, Gabrielle built a fire. As Obi-Wan seemed to be busy trying to actually catch a rabbit (it's not as easy as it looks, Gabrielle could attest to that), she went to a nearby river to cool off. Some kind beaver had made a dam nearby, so there was a wonderful little pool with very little undertow. Gabrielle smiled in anticipation of delicious cool water against her hot skin, and began unlacing her top. She paused. It almost felt as if someone were watching her. Her first thought was Ares, but she quickly dismissed it. Ares didn't have the nerve; he hadn't ever since Xena had caught him playing the voyeur, and had beaten him up. Gabrielle smiled at the memory. That had been a funny sight: a mostly naked Warrior Princess beating the stuffing out of a god. He hadn't come near them since. Gabrielle guessed he wasn't interested in a repeat performance. Not that she blamed him. Xena could be pretty scary when she was angry.

By now Gabrielle was soaking in the water, happily splashing, and sighing. But all the same, that feeling of being watched still clung to Gabrielle. She would whirl around, only to find that no one was there. This was starting to give her the spooks, not to mention that it was worrying her with the thought that she'd lost her marbles.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind. She yelled, lashing out with her legs. Her opponent emitted a yelp as her foot made contact with his groin. That was when she recognized her 'attacker' as Obi-Wan Kenobi. She blushed, and tried to cover her breasts. "I'm so sorry," she started to apologize.

"It's okay," Obi-wan cut her off, wincing. "Should have known better then to creep up on a warrior."

Gabrielle hadn't been totally listening. The majority of her mind was caught up with imagining what Obi-Wan was like in bed. Still, she caught that. "I'm not a warrior," she said, frowning, "at least, I-I wasn't. I was a Bard." Gabrielle went back to daydreaming about shagging Obi-Wan.

"Uh-huh?" he said absently. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to the conversation, either.

Gabrielle had a particularly good idea, involving whipped cream and strawberries. She was deciding exactly where they would go, when she heard Obi-Wan catch his breath. She looked up, and saw him blushing. He was staring at her with an intensity that was almost freaky.

The corner of his mouth quirked up, "Strawberries, huh?"

Gabrielle's mouth dropped open.

She recovered, and had the presence of mind to not kill him. She gave him a hard look.

"How'd you know what I was thinking?" she inquired, more then a little mad at having her thoughts apparently read by this so-called 'Jedi'. "That's the second time today that you've embarrassed me by knowing what I was thinking!"

Obi-Wan had the grace to blush. "It's a trait that all Jedi have. I usually don't read people's minds. I try not to, and keep shields up, unless I want to -or rather, need- to read someone's thoughts. I'm sorry, but both times, you were projecting very loudly and clearly. I guess it's because you were surprised, or very focused on what you were thin-," he stopped in confusion as Gabrielle pressed her body up close to him. Even through his Jedi tunic, he could feel the hard points of her nipples.

"Don't talk," Gabrielle breathed in his hear, her voice husky with desire. "Feel."

Obi-Wan was feeling, all right. Right in the groin area, too. It seems he recovered from his earlier bout with Gabrielle's feet, and was quite active. He ran his hands up and down her slippery back, while kissing her tenderly. Even though he could see that she was a capable warrior, he felt the need to protect her, and wanted to be gentle. So, hoisting her into his arms, he carried Gabrielle to the shore like she was made out of china. He laid her down on a smooth, sun-warmed rock, and proceeded to shuck off his Jedi robes, tunics, and other such items that were coming between Gabrielle's hands and his skin. He knelt beside her, and continued kissing her enthusiastically. He left her mouth, and continued down to her neck, and yet further to her breast. He sucked hard, causing Gabrielle to groan. He chewed on her nipple lightly, eliciting yet another groan of pleasure from her.

"Oh, gods, Obi-Wan," Gabrielle said, her voice hoarse. "I can't wait. Take me now!"

Obi-Wan would have liked to keep teasing her, but he himself was more then a little uncomfortable, and so didn't waste any time spreading Gabrielle's legs, and probing her to see how ready she was. "So wet," he gritted out, slipping his finger into her opening. "So tight." He groaned, and then, supporting himself above Gabrielle with one hand, he slipped into her tight sheath.

"Oh, by the Force," he muttered. "So tight, so hot!"

Their hips began pumping, Gabrielle making cute little squeaks of pleasure. Obi-Wan slipped his hand between them and started caressing her clit with two fingers in time to their movements. That was all Gabrielle needed to send her over. As her orgasm shook her body, she tightened her inner muscles on Obi-Wan's cock, causing him to come, shooting his seed into her waiting body.

He rolled off her as they waited to catch their breaths. Gabrielle smiled contentedly at Obi-Wan, and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest.

They lay on the rock as the sun dried the sweat on their still-naked bodies.


Xena was in a daze. She had called in that favor from Rena, and for hours, she had been literally swamped with strange and/or uncomfortable outfits. Finally Rena threw her hands up in despair, and ushered Qui-Gon into the dressing room. Xena grimaced at where Rena had been, but she had already slipped out the door and, OH NO! Typed in the lock code. Xena couldn't believe it. And, judging by the look on Qui-Gon's face neither could he. Xena arched her eyebrow at Qui-Gon, who was trying to see if he could break the lock code.

Outside the door, Rena was cackling evilly to her self. Her giggles only grew louder when she heard the lock-pad beep loudly at Qui-Gon, refusing to accept his code. "It's no use," she called out gaily. "You're not getting out of there until you've found some clothes. Appropriate," she stressed, "for going in front of the council in." With that, and an evil giggle, she whirled away from the vicinity of the door.

"Well," Qui-Gon said, his voice glimmering with humor. "We'd better get to work." He tossed a pink blouse at Xena's head. She promptly avoided it, shooting Qui-Gon an evil grimace, which broke into a grin... which then turned into a grimace again when he hit her on the nose with a bra.

It was like a war had been declared. Xena and Qui-Gon threw shirts, pants, skirts, and just about anything else they could get their hands on. Xena found a stockpile of socks, and then socks began to fly thick and fast. Qui-Gon yielded to her, and called for a truce. Xena smiled triumphantly. Never trust a Jedi. As soon as Xena let her guard down, and dropped her menacing socks, Qui-Gon leaped upon her, knocking her into a pile of clothes, with him on top. They stared into each other's faces breathlessly, and Qui-Gon could feel his erection growing. He expected Xena to struggle, but all she did was grab his manhood, and purr, "I prefer to be on top," as he gasped in surprise. She flipped him over, and kissed him, hard, invading his mouth with her tongue. When she had him moaning with desire, she pulled away, and began undressing him. When she got to his underpants, where his manhood could be seen straining against the cloth. She smiled, and drew it out. Her fingers traced up and down his length, causing Qui-Gon to moan. A moan that changed to a groan when she took him into her mouth, sucking hard. He twined his fingers in her hair, pulling Xena's head even close, urging her to go harder, until he spurted his seed into her mouth. Xena swallowed it all, and licked her lips. She crawled up Qui-Gon's sweaty body. "I hope Jedi have a lot of endurance, because you are in for a long night," she purred, kissing him hungrily on the mouth.

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