Ok, here's the first chapter the the sequel of 'Confused, really confused'. I hope you all like it.
Ahsoka looked around in the peaceful darkness of the Jedi Temple hospital, where her, Plo Koon, and Kit Fisto were recovering from the run-in they'd had with General Greivous. She could hear Kit's soft breaths. But not Plo's. She turned to see that he wasn't sleeping, just looking at her. "Can't sleep?" she teased, smiling. She could tell her was smiling back, even through his mask.
"I think I will eventually" He said, rolling over onto his back. Ahsoka sighed happily. This just couldn't get any better. Just a few days ago, Plo had almost died, but survived and they'd both confessed their love to each other. She realized that they'd have to keep it a secret, but didn't care. Everything was perfect.
Little did she know her 'perfect' world was about to get a lot harder.
Quinlan Vos hated the Jedi Temple. There was no nice way to say it. He just had to accept it the way it was. He had even said it (multiple times), on the way over. He'd just turned to commander Faie and said, "I hate the Jedi Temple." And that had been that. He sighed as the ship touched down on the landing pad, and he got his first look at the Temple that he'd had in almost seven years. He smiled, though, as he saw Shaak Ti, one of his best friends, running toward him.
"Quinlan!" She'd said, her voice velvety and beautiful like he'd remembered. He and Shaak Ti shared so many childhood memories. Along with Luminara Unduli, someone else he'd looked forward to meeting with again. He'd laughed and patted Shaak Ti on the back, and, despite himself, actually started feeling happy about coming back to the Temple when he's seen Aayla Secura, his former padawan, running forward to greet him.
Now he just stood in his room in shock. What he had just experienced was beyond anything he could imagine.
After greeting many old friends, he'd set off to his room, to get settled in. Before entering it, though, he'd stopped at the courtyard. He'd seen a woman there that he'd never seen before. Walking over, he'd put a hand on her shoulder. This shocked her, and she jumped. Quinlan had been confused, because he was used to being intimate. She'd whirled around and demanded, "Why are you touching me? I'm not sure I know you, and you're disrupting my meditation." Quinlan almost died of shock.
It was Luminara.
The same Luminara that had giggled with him about their masters having to meditate daily. The same Luminara that had helped him and Shaak Ti pull pranks when they were younger. The same Luminara that had bade him farewell with a shy kiss on the cheek seven years ago.
But he felt as if he didn't know her.