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Nice to Meet You Again (3457W)

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, three people met, and fell into a love so deep that it bound their very souls together for all eternity.

Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-wan reunite in a new life once again.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi had never really believed in soulmates, or in reincarnation.

It was the stuff of fairy tales and mythology, a trope that had been pulled from by romance writers until it had become incredibly cliché. Even the people who claimed that those concepts were real had suggested that there had been lifetimes where they hadn’t met their soulmate, hadn’t remembered their previous lives. It seemed to him that even on the off chance the whole thing was true, the chances of meeting his soulmate were approximately 7 billion to one, at best. The odds were slim enough to be virtually null.

And yet, there he was, standing with his groceries, in the middle of the crosswalk like a damned fool, because he’d happened to glance up and meet the eyes of a young woman waiting to cross the other way, and been suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation that he had once known her intimately. She was a perfect stranger, and yet...

He had woken up next to this woman a thousand times. He had hugged her and held her and died for her.

She broke eye contact and shot a concerned look in the direction of the oncoming traffic. He was still standing in the goddamned crosswalk, he realized with a start, and rushed to the sidewalk, sparing an apologetic wave at the drivers he was blocking.

He dropped his bags to the floor as he reached her, not caring for any damage it might cause to the groceries. And then she was in his arms, his soulmate, and he returned the hug, knowing, somehow, through lifetimes of muscle memory, just how to hold her.

She was shorter than he was, just able to tuck her head beneath his chin as she held tightly to him.

“Soulmate...” she exhaled in a fervent whisper, her breath warm against his neck.

“Hello,” he breathed, not sure what else he could say. His mind was reeling with bits and pieces of lives past lived, an incomplete patchwork, and all he could glean from it all was her.

She pulled away slightly, a soft laugh escaping her at his inane greeting. “Hi there.” She looked up at him with a gentle smile, her hands coming to rest on his forearms. Obi-Wan was suddenly self conscious of his hands still on her waist. He had just met her, this wasn’t like him. But she was, apparently, his soulmate.

He pulled his hands away. “It’s nice to—“ Nice to what? Meet her? See her again? He wasn’t often at a loss of words, and it made him uncomfortable to be so wholly out of his depth, but it seemed that he had spent enough lifetimes with this woman that she immediately understood what he was getting at.

“You too,” she replied, not missing a beat. “My name is Padmé by the way.”

Padmé. That sounded right, familiar. Beautiful. He could hear it whispered in a reverent voice that he didn’t think was his own, but didn’t belong to anyone he’d known in this life.

“And your name is?” she prompted, after a moment of silence in which he had stared uselessly down at her.

“Ah, its Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Obi-Wan,” she repeated. He found that he liked the way his name sounded falling from her lips. She startled suddenly, as if remembering something, and leaned down, reaching for a rather nice leather bag that he assumed belonged to her. Instead she picked up a box of granola bars that had fallen out of one of his shopping bags, and he too realized with a start that they were still at a busy intersection. He hastily bent to pick up his groceries, reaching out to grab an orange that had rolled away.