It was the middle of the night and only the night side personnel were on shift so Voyager's corridors were mostly empty. Jess had been in bed, staring at the ceiling until she finally crept barefoot down to sickbay.

She slipped in quietly and looked over the patient. Obi Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight. She had never met him, only heard the story from Luke, Leia and Han. She felt it difficult to reconcile the tale of the old, white haired Jedi master to this vibrant younger man. His part in Luke's life had been so brief and yet so life changing it had elevated him to the status of a legend.

And here he was before her. So young, so alive, so normal and real. It was hard to believe they were the same. Especially considering the fact that Obi Wan Kenobi had been dead for nearly a decade.

She walked over to his clothes, hanging neatly at his bedside. She ran her fingers over the fabric. The doctor had obviously had the garments laundered and she was surprised at how soft they were. Since it was the only thing the Jedi ever wore she guessed it had to be made to be comfortable.

"They've seen better days."

She whirled around and saw Obi Wan looking at her, his blue eyes watching her avidly. "But then again, so have I."

"I--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," she stuttered. She was caught off guard by his casual tone, his humor. Somehow she expected him to start lecturing her about the Force or proper lightsaber etiquette.

"I sensed you when you entered. You're the one I saw when they brought me in here."

She nodded, still not trusting herself to speak.

"Where is here?"

Shit, she thought. He raised an eyebrow at her, as if he'd just read her mind. Oh shit, he heard that. Oh, he probably heard that….

She put her hand to her forehead and turned her back to him, as if that would block him from reading her thoughts. She didn't know of any Jedi that could actually read minds but some days she could swear that Luke could read hers. In any case, she wasn't going to take any chances.

"I didn't realize it was that difficult of a question," Obi Wan said.

"It's not--I just--I didn't expect you to be awake."

"Would it help if I pretended to go back to sleep--so you could have time to gather your thoughts?"

She rubbed her forehead.

"It might."

She turned back to him to find his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling. She'd seen Luke, under combat conditions, do the same thing. He'd trained his body to sleep under just about any circumstances. She leaned in closer to see if Obi Wan was actually sleeping when his eyes popped open again.

"Did I give you enough time?"

She reeled back and threw her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. Obi Wan chuckled.

"Bastard," she muttered and she said it out loud to guarantee that he heard it.

"So you were going to tell me where I am," he asked, politely ignoring her.

"You're on the Starship Voyager."

"Voyager? I'm not familiar with it."

"I'd be surprised if you were."

"Why?"

"Because you're very far from home."

"Is there a reason you're talking in circles or do you just take perverse joy in aggravating me?"

"I'm beginning to, yes," she replied.

"Are you curious as to whom I am?"

"Not really. You're an open book. Your name is Obi Wan Kenobi. You're a Jedi Knight."

"I don't recall telling you that I was a Jedi."

"You didn't. As I said, open book."

He crossed his arms and stared at her.

"You need your rest. I'll come back in the morning," she said.

"Then why did you come here now? Torture?"

"I didn't expect to find you awake. I just came down here to--"

He raised an eyebrow again. She decided she hated that.

"To see if you were real."

"Real? As in flesh and bone real," he asked incredulously.

She put her hand on her forehead again and nodded. She really should have been more prepared, she decided.

"Why would you think I wasn't?"

"Because you're Obi Wan Kenobi," she said, exasperated.

"We've established that. You really did come down here to torture me didn't you?"

Why didn't I just stay in bed? Suddenly she was exhausted.

"Before today you weren't real to me. Before today you were this mythical hero that my brother spoke of in reverent tones. He made you into such an icon that half the time I thought he made you up." She put her hands on her hips and continued: "After meeting you, I'm inclined to believe at the very least he exaggerated."

"I must have hit my head harder then I thought," Obi Wan mumbled, feeling his head. "Tell me, does any of this make sense to you?"

"Not really," she sighed and she sat down at the foot of his bed. "But it may help you to know that you've landed in the future."

"The future?"

She looked him over carefully.

"About forty years in your future I would say. When you met my brother a few years ago you were in your sixties."

Obi Wan mulled on that for a moment.

"Well that does clear a few things up," he said slowly.

"So you see why I can't tell you much more then that," she said. "I can't risk contaminating the timeline."

"Then why didn't you just tell me that in the first place?"

She shrugged. "Because I came down here to torture you."