Disclaimer: I don't own neither Obi-Wan nor Qui-Gon or any other character here. They all belong to George Lucas/Disney and I am most grateful for borrowing them and spinning my own stories about them.

A/N: This story may be considered slightly AU by some readers. Obi-Wan's background is not very much described so I will make my own twist on that one. Most of the storyline will be within the frame of Jude Watson's Jedi Apprentice books though.

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Chapter 1: Where Do I Come From?

"Master?"

"Yes."

"Where do I come from?"

The latter question was uttered by the thirteen-and-a-half year old Obi-Wan Kenobi. It was a quiet day in the Jedi Temple of Coruscant and Obi-Wan had spent the morning with his friends Garen, Bant and Reeft in The Room of a Thousand Fountains, their usual place to hang out on the relative sparse leisure time a padawan learner of the Jedi Order could expect, -at least when the dojos were all occupied and not available for a good sparring exercise. This was the week's only day free from regular classes, and thus the four friends had spent some hours together while Obi-Wan fervently hoped that his Master Qui-Gon Jinn would take him for a spar some time during the afternoon.

Qui-Gon opened his eyes from a well deserved slumber in his favorite armchair, the room's only armchair actually. He usually found the company of his young padawan refreshing and invigorating, but sometimes it was good with some peace and quiet. However, half drowsily his brain concluded that something felt slightly amiss. A boy of almost fourteen should know the answer to that, else the fundamental biology class must have failed spectacularly. Maybe the boy had been on one of his far too frequent visits to the healer's ward during that lecture? Surely he wouldn't have to speak to the boy about 'the birds and the bees' and all that stuff?

"What do you mean?" a slight blush was forming on the jedi master's high cheekbones. The boy was still standing in front of the door, seeming almost reluctant to enter the room.

"I…I'm just curious, Master. We were talking about it and then I realized that I don't actually know anything about it, and since both Garen, Reeft and Bant seems to know about it I would like to know too."

Qui-Gon's blush changed it's shade to a deep crimson: "Uh, well, I thought you already knew, Padawan, but since you don't….ehrm… It happens when a man and a women meet and, well, it shouldn't happen to us Jedi since attachments are forbidden among us, but to everyone else, well , if so they…"

His voice trailed off. Kriff, why should this be so difficult? He was a grown up man for stars' sake and he wasn't totally without experience but still. He'd never have to had this conversation with Xanatos. Actually he'd sometimes silently suspected that Xanatos had known more about the matter than himself.

Before he could find a way to continue his explanation, Obi-Wan interjected: "Oh, no, Master, not that. I know that from our..uh…biology lessons. It's not that I'm asking about."

The boy's face had turned an even more deep crimson color than the Master's and the lack of beard in the young face made it even more emphasized. Even his earlobes had turned glowing red.

Qui-Gon sighed in silent relief. Thank all the stars. For a moment I was really afraid that I had to do 'The Speech' to him. For sure, when we start going on missions I can foresee that the girls will fall head over heels in love with him, and that I can see even without a very good connection to the living force. So he should…learn to protect himself, but I hope I can postpone that speech to another day.

"I see," the Jedi Master shot in, not quite truthfully as he didn't understand anything of what was going on "obviously we have misunderstood each other, or rather I misunderstood you. What is it you're actually asking?"

So far Obi-Wan had been standing in the small hall that lead into their common apartment, but now he entered the almost as small living room and settled carefully down on the couch. The crimson color was slowly fading into a just as lovely pink, giving an interesting contrast to his auburn hair.

"Well, Master, you see I met my friends this morning after we'd had first meal and after a while they began to talk about the origins. Bant is a Mon Calamari and she knows that she was born at Dac and given away to the Jedi when she was a bit more than one standard year old. She even knows that she has a bigger sister who is not force sensitive."

Qui-Gon nodded silently. Now he was getting a grip on the subject.

"Garen," Obi-Wan continued, "says he was born on Pamarthen and given to the Temple when he was just a baby. His mother had died shortly after he was born and his father gave him willingly to the Jedi when he discovered that the child was force sensitive. He didn't know how he could combine his work and take properly care of the baby at the same time. And when it comes to Reeft he came to the Temple when he was almost two years old. He was the middle one of three siblings, but the only one who was force sensitive. His parents didn't really want to give him away, but when they saw how he responded to the knight who came to talk to them, they changed their minds."

"And you?" Qui-Gon asked softly.

"That's why I'm asking," Obi-Wan sighed exasperatedly, "I don't know. I don't have the faintest idea who my parents are or where I come from. Nobody has ever told me, and I haven't really thought much about it before. I believed that nobody was told about their homeworld or their birth parents, but now it seems like everyone knows that except me. Even you know where you come from. You've actually told me that you've met your birth mother once on your home planet."

"I saw her," Qui-Gon corrected, "I chose not to speak to her. It would only have led to pain for both of us."

"Yes, well, that's what I mean," Obi-Wan continued, "everyone seems to know something about their origin, but I don't. I guess I've always taken it for granted that I come from Coruscant, but maybe I don't. So I became curious and I thought that maybe you know something about it since you're my Master, Master?"

The boy had a point, actually. It was slightly weird. As far as Qui-Gon could remember he'd not met any jedi until now who didn't even know the name of their home planet. Obviously Obi-Wan didn't.

"No, actually I don't," Qui-Gon answered calmly, "when I became your Master everything happened under such chaotic circumstances so nobody has really told me anything about your background either. When I finally gave up on my own stubborn concerns and asked you to be my padawan, I really didn't give it much thought. I was too happy that you said yes, and I didn't focus on the past."

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan said quietly. Even though he had begun to actually believe that his Master wanted him as his Padawan, such assurances felt good to hear every once in a while. Those thoughts made him feel rather foolish, but the uncertainty the repeated rejections of him as a padawan had somewhat glued itself to his mind and soul. It was hard to get rid of.

"Could we go to the archives and make a search?" Obi-Wan prayed. "Please, Master? I know that I most likely doesn't have access to those files that concerns the jedi in the Temple, we're only allowed to find stuff that is needed for our studies or missions and I believe that the information related to padawans is stored in a protected area of the archives, but surely you have access? It's not that I need to know, I'm happy where I am, but still…I'd like to know at least which planet I come from."

"I guess I do," Qui-Gon confirmed, "I have actually never looked up the files on any of my padawans before, but I could give it a try. I can understand that you'd like to know a little bit more about your origin, especially since all of your friends seem to know about theirs. Should we go there right away?"

"Oh, yes, Master. Thank you, Master. It suddenly means a lot to me," Obi-Wan sprang up from the couch and bolted towards the door. Qui-Gon followed suit in a more dignified speed.