Okanabe: Hi doe. Just to let everyone know...I haven't put "Touched By An Angel" on hold. I'm still currently working on it. It'll be a story I will work on at Christmas. This story though...is a wee bit different. I'm not gonna tell you why. The summary should tell you that.

Change The Past

Keira was sitting in the car, just chilling and relaxing, watching the cars go by. It wasn't her all time favorite thing to do, but she had no choice in the matter. She had to because they were going to her grandma's house. She liked visiting her grandma...only if she didn't had to go inside her house. It stank of old cigars and dog poo, and that was caused by their pet Chihuahua named Kiko.

Keira continued watching the cars fly by. It was ridiculous. Why did they have to go to her grandmother's house...again? They had already been once this year. Keira yawned and looked out the window once more. A big truck was merging into their lane. Keira ducked her head into her jacket.

She hated trucks, and she hated trucks merging into their lane even worse. It scared her half to death. She didn't like seeing something coming straight at her. Or rather, coming towards her.

To Keira's horror, when the truck was merging, she found her mother screaming at her father something about moving out of the lane. Keira cringed in the seat. If her mother was screaming about driving etiquette, then she knew it was bad.

Her father began swerving in and out of the lane. Keira put her head deeper underneath her jacket. The sun wasn't shining anymore, and she could feel the truck coming awfully close to the little car they were driving in.

Keira suddenly felt a jolt that pulled her forward, knocking the wind out of her. At the same time, she felt something slam against her head. She let out a scream and before she felt nothing but the darkness.

Keira's eyes slowly opened to the light. She couldn't see exactly, so she blinked a few times before everything came into focus. She realized she was looking up at a white and smooth ceiling. There were bright lights around the sides of the walls and in the middle of the ceiling, just enough to make you squint if you hadn't adjusted to the light.

Keira tried lifting herself out of the bed, but soon realized it wasn't that good of an idea. A ripple of pain shot through her head, and she immediately laid back down, grimacing. "Owww..." she groaned.

"Had a bad accident, you did," said a gruff, but strangely familiar voice. "Frank Oz?" Keira asked groggily, rubbing her head with the palm of her head.

"In your world, the actor who plays me, that is. That is all I know of your...'Star Wars,' " said the obvious, Master Yoda. "You are currently on the planet Coruscant in the Jedi Temple, not on Earth."

"Wha..." she began.

"Jedi Master Yoda, I am."

"I must be having a dream, or I must be in a coma, or something like that..."

"Awake, you are. Glad to be alive, you should be."

"Owww...well, if I wasn't awake, I wouldn't have one heck of a headache," Keira groaned.

"Yes, yes," agreed Master Yoda.

"Wh...Where are my parents?" Keira asked, suddenly realizing they weren't there.

Master Yoda sighed. To Keira's surprise, he hopped onto her high white hospital bed, and sat down next to her face. For once, Keira could see what he looked like, in person.

"Dead, your parents are," Yoda said bluntly. Keira just stared at him. "What?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Survive the accident, they did not."

Keira just stared at the tiny Master in complete shock. Dead? Didn't survive? How was that possible? How was any of this possible? How was she even here?

Keira slowly sat up onto the bed. She then swung her legs over the edge of the high bed. Her head and her vision began to swim and she took her hand up to her head and one onto the bed railing for support. It was all she could do from falling over.

"You are going, where?" Yoda asked her. "To find my parents," Keira said defiantly. "I am obviously dreaming this. Star Wars is not real, it is fiction. You are not real, you are fiction."

Keira began to take small steps towards the nearest door. Yoda jumped off the bed and followed her. "So sure of that, are you?" he asked.

Keira stopped. She wasn't sure. In her head she knew that Star Wars wasn't real, but in her heart, she could feel that it truly was. "Why...y-yes," Keira stammered, now reaching for the door.

Yoda put a hand up to the door. "See your parents later, you will. Have a concussion, you do. Need not, to walk, but to rest."

"I need to find my parents, MASTER YODA, if that's who you really are anyways. I don't think they're dead, and I know this isn't real," Keira said, once again trying to get to the door.

"Again, I ask...So sure, are you?" Master Yoda asked. Keira let her arm down. "Maybe I am, Maybe I'm not," Keira said, letting her true feelings out. "Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Not so sure, are you not?"

"No..."

"Knew this, I did," said Master Yoda.

Keira sighed. "My parents are really dead, aren't they?" she asked. Yoda nodded his head sadly. "Unfortunately, true that is." Keira felt tears fill her eyes, but she held them back. The tears would be saved for later.

"Ok...how did I get here?" Keira asked, her voice filled with slight emotion. "When found out your parents died, took you in, I did," Yoda said.

"But I have family...where I live..." Keira once again began.

"Know that, I did. Contacted them, I did. Asked for you to stay with us, they did," Master Yoda said.

"Why?" Keira asked.

"Unknown to us, that is. Several answers could be given for that, yes," said Master Yoda.

Keira stepped away from the door, and slowly made her way back to her bed.

"Ok, but why am I here, of all places?" Keira asked.

"Tell you that, when you are well enough to have a meeting with the Council, I will," Master Yoda replied.

"A meeting with the Council?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow even though the action of which caused her head to pound even more furiously than before.

"A mission, you have been given," Master Yoda stated.

"A mission?"

"Yes...there are things we must discuss."