A/N: I don't know where all this free time suddenly came from, but it's thanks to that I got this chapter done earlier than I previously anticipated. I do not expect this sort of serendipitous luck to happen again for a while so I hope you all enjoy this new chapter. My previous schedule of one update every two to three weeks still stands.

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Chapter 2: Awakening

It is a simple thing, the mind of a child.

And in its simplicity, there is an unmatched beauty.

As a new life opens its eyes to the world, it begins to take in the light, the colors, the sounds, smells and feelings all at once; experiencing for the first time the harmonious splendor of simply being alive. As time treks on, each individual's senses takes on a greater shape. They become more defined and build their understanding of the world around them. It is an innocence that will sadly fade into memory as the mind that holds these early times matures from early childhood on into adulthood.

And for one child, the shattering of her innocence came far too soon.

Two years had passed for the Hyymn family and they were happy. The dark-haired toddler had grown up into a healthy little girl and was the delight of her parent's lives. Savah's lifelong dream of having a child of her own to care for had finally come true and she took to motherhood as one born for the role. She left her previous job mentoring in the local Chandrila Youth Legislator program, leaving behind her young friend Tylie to step forward and fill her place. Goodbyes and well wishes were given at her departure but no one left behind believed there could have been a more worthwhile reason for Savah to go. Life became a routine of caring for baby Korrah and the home; a drastic change at first, but still busy enough for her to feel accomplished by the end of each day.

Her husband returned to his job, which involved working alongside his brother amid the energized democracy of Chandrila's political atmosphere. As most of the planet's population lived in scattered, small communities rather than great metropolises, Sommer lived a ways away from them closer to the Chandrilan House; the ruling body of Chandrila. As such, the two of them were in constant contact over comlink calls and holo-messages when they had the time. Sommer's talent for order very often got him employed in spearheading and organizing the campaigns for many of the planet's most reputable legislators. In contrast, Devahin's job allowed him to stay closer to his family and home as his work was focused more towards the written and spoken word. He possessed an acute gift for word-smithing and was reputed as a silver-tongued political commentator; weekly publishing his critique on recent speeches, debates and legislation that passed through the Town Hall as well as transcribing these events.

On his normal schedule, Devahin would usually be contained to his study within his home, sometimes for up to several days at a time to write out a summary of a debate (as Chandrilans were notorious for their love of debate and democracy and as such, these engagements could easily last for an entire day). He would also write letters to advise advancing legislators, but when he was free, he delighted in spending time with his wife and little girl.

He would play with Korrah in his spare time during the afternoons and – when he had no calls to make – he would read his favorite books aloud in the evenings as they sat in a large, blue chair in their small library (his favorite place in the house) with little Korrah supported on his side. While he knew she could not truly comprehend what he was saying, the closeness the shared activity brought was genuinely precious to Devahin. The simple act of listening to his smooth, tenor voice wash over her as he moved his finger with the flow of words in front of them seemed to make his daughter happy just to stay still and relax. Devahin could rarely recall moments more precious than these.

…Even if his little girl would fall asleep somewhere in the middle of the political texts and look so peaceful his arm would fall asleep because he was too entranced to disturb her.

As time passed and she grew into her first year, this evening reading time became her most common demand of him and Devahin never failed to smile when she began to try babbling the words back at him as she pointed to the pages.

And yet…however peaceful and natural their lives may have seemed to an outsider, it was also an undeniable fact in the lives of Savah and Devahin that their daughter was…different; special.

Back when she was still a baby around six months old, Korrah had started to push or pull things that caught her attention. It didn't matter whether the desired object was too far out of her reach or not, a toy or her mother's jewelry would suddenly twitch or jerk from their stationary position; usually, towards the curious baby. During her induction to solid food, Devahin would find the spoon he'd be trying to feed Korrah with suddenly ripped from his hand and clatter to the floor or having the offensive cuisine splattered across the walls in an impressive display even the most creative of children would have been had pressed to recreate. More than once Savah nearly had a heart attack from Korrah innocently pulling sharp objects or hot pans towards her with this invisible 'force'.

Korrah had powers. Devahin and Savah knew this and they knew it well, but her parents didn't care. They loved their daughter and were determined to raise her so they adapted. Each new experience lent them new knowledge to develop small and simple tricks to take specific precautions so that they'd be at least one step ahead of their child's curious nature.

Korrah would also have dreams, but for these there was little her parents could do. When she would wake up from a nightmare she'd crawl into her parent's bed and they'd allow her to curl up between them. The little girl could never recall what she had dreamt the next day so these common disturbances in the night were bared in silence, but an extra hug and kiss on the cheek in the mornings.

Anyone could tell that Korrah was a happy and loved child, and yet by an intangible instinct that only mothers possess, Savah could never truly shake seeing a brief flash of melancholy in her daughter's hazel green eyes at times. Nor could she completely ignore a sense of loss that followed her little Korrah like a faded perfume. She couldn't give a reason for her feelings, but it worried her.

Little Korrah didn't know why either. She was too young to communicate what she felt sometimes, much less explain or understand why.

Then truth was revealed to her.

It was without warning.

And it came too soon.

It was five months since little Korrah's second birthday and she was playing in the small rear garden of their home. She was chasing a fluffy, white-furred squall dressed in a tiny red vest her Uncle Sommer had given to her as a present during one of his sparse visits. She had promptly named it "Wabbit!" after first catching sight of the adorable, flop-eared animal and in the line of thought common to nearly every young child, set out to demonstrate her overflowing affections through abundant petting and cuddling. Devahin was currently in the middle of a call with a coworker while Savah was helping her husband by reviewing some of his speeches and assorted paperwork; sitting contentedly on the short patio in the rear garden and keeping an eye on their daughter as she ran excitedly around after her new pet.

The squall made a daring maneuver by darting between Korrah's legs and she stumbled, ended up sprawled over on the soft balmgrass of the garden. Instead of crying however, she giggled at the quick evasion and remained undeterred in her pursuit of her pet squall, immediately looking up and around for where it had hopped off to. The growing two-year-old was in the process of getting back up when her attention was temporarily diverted from the squall by what looked like a large, three-horned and purple beetle crawling among the short balmgrass, marching diligently onward while carrying a small round leaf on its back.

The squall named 'Wabbit', meanwhile, peered around itself. When the little animal deemed its diminutive pursuer was no longer coming after it, it bent down to drink from the refreshing, cool water of the shallow fish pond centered in the garden.

Unfortunately for Wabbit, Korrah had quickly lost interest in the beetle and had begun slowly walking up behind the squall before she quickly jumped forward with her arms wide to each side, hoping to block off its escape and finally be able to rub her hands over its soft, fluffy, white fur.

She succeeded in approaching the distracted mammal silently and when the squall finished drinking it quickly looked for a safe route away from the 'grabby-human-child'. Korrah was too close to avoid and with her arms cutting off escape from the sides, the squall saw only one way out. Tensing its legs, the little creature made a desperate leap over and across the pond.

Korrah, having not anticipated this, tried in vain to jump too and grab her pet as it launched itself through the air. Unfortunately in doing this, she failed to keep track of the edge of the pond. Her shoe caught on a decorative stone lining the pond's rim and as the white-furred, red-vested squall landed on the other side of the pond, Korrah splashed face-first into it.

For a second after she was submerged underwater, nothing was wrong. The two-year-old girl had been taught by her mother how to hold her breath in the bathtub in case an accident like this were to happen and the pond was only three feet at its deepest, but Korrah's ability to right herself was suddenly rendered impossible.

Her mind was abruptly swept away from her senses in a riptide of swirling energy…

– the world was spinning…-er face was splattered with muddy rain and broken glass as the windshield shattered with a horrible *crack* –

…she was caught in an unforgivable current of unfamiliar images, igniting a previously unknown terror.

– Alan was crying…scared…Ken's voice, he…-ed in pain! Her boys! Were they oka –

Confused and scared, she started thrashing about wildly. Her fear only compounded as her mouth opened and filled with water as she tried to scream!

– dirt and water everywhere, filling the vehicle!...still upside down, her sons…Tori and Alan were still crying and her side burned…-branch, impaled through her side –

Hands suddenly lifted her out of the water, but the images didn't stop! They continued assaulting her mind; faster, swirling and invading her consciousness, bringing her to her knees…she couldn't get away!...

…being carried…

…Someone was screaming…

…I'm dead….

It was a strange and distant concept to think how circumstances can so drastically change in the space of one moment and the next. That is, until one finds themselves in such a situation they can point at in bewilderment. Harshly swallowing the self-reprimanding guilt in her mind as she hurried indoors carrying her sobbing daughter, Savah forced herself to suppress the urge to panic. She had only taken her eyes off of Korrah for a few seconds -just a few!- to re-read those kriffin papers-!

Her daughter started to cry louder, clutching her head. What if she'd hit it when she'd fallen? There wasn't any blood that she could see-!

"Shhh, it's okay, Korrah, you're alright. I know, that was scary. We'll get you dried off and changed, alright?" she cooed reassuringly to her daughter while quickly walking into the fresher and grabbed a large, soft towel.

She set the soaked little girl down on the floor and began to dry her off continuing to speak in a soothing tone, "It was an accident, I know. Does anything hurt, Korrah? Did you hit your head?" Korrah continued to sob before she heaved and coughed up several mouthfuls of pond water on the fresher floor.

Savah wiped her mouth with the corner of the towel. "There, that's alright. If there's any more that needs to come up let it me know, I'll get you a bowl." She gently stroked her daughter's head with the towel, checking and failing to locate any bump or cut to her relief.

Korrah was now shaking in her hold. "She's probably cold or maybe in slight shock." Savah guessed. The thought worried her, Korrah was usually a rather resilient child so this prolonged upset behavior came as a shock to her. She wrapped the towel around her to warm her up, but Korrah began to flail her arms again and push away the towel before she jerked and grasped her head back in her hands.

Savah stroked her hand that was clutching head tightly and pulling her hair. "Korrah, dear, is it your head? Does it hurt? Please, let me see-"

There was a beat in time when everything seemed to stand completely still and a whisper of warning ghosted over Savah's mind. Then she felt a solid, invisible wall slam into her, throwing her backwards through the air, out of the fresher and into the hallway. Her back collided against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her with a sharp gasp and she lay stunned for several seconds as her daughter crumpled to the ground and curled up into herself. She saw tears leaking from her little girl's eyes as she jerked again, crying out in as if in pain then whimpering as she bit down on her lip hard enough to make it bleed.

"Korrah!" she called out horror.

But Korrah didn't seem to hear her. She screamed again and very corner of the house shook, rattling pictures from the walls and a crescendo of several objects shattering on the floor could be heard from elsewhere in the house. The mirror in the fresher burst in a shower of broken shards and Savah hurled herself back over to her daughter without thinking, shielding her from the flying sharp pieces.

Amidst all this, Savah's mind was trying desperately to keep up with what was happening around her.

"What is happening?! Is it Korrah – did she…somehow lose control of her powers?"

"Savah!" she heard Devahin dashing down the hallway, appearing in the fresher doorway a moment later. "Are you alright? Where's Korrah is she- oh, Chandra, are you both all right?"

There was a small line of blood dripping down his temple, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

"He's just as shaken as I am." Savah realized dimly.

"Devahin, something's wrong! Korrah fell into the pond, she's not injured, but she's- she's-" Her explanation trailed off helplessly. She didn't know what was happening to Korrah. Her daughter was still trembling violently and clutching her head.

"What do we do?" she thought hysterically.

Devahin knelt down with her, carefully avoiding the broken pieces of mirror on the floor and placed his own hands on his panicking daughter, stroking her small hand and back in his own attempt to calm her down. Savah looked up at her husband and started to cry in desperation, "I don't know what's wrong with her! She can't- she won't stop screaming and,…she's not calming down and just now her powers were acting-"

Both of them turned to Korrah when she suddenly froze and gasped. Breathing hard, she sat up slightly and looked around her, this time with more focus onthe room she was in. Savah breathed a sigh of relief and quickly wiped her face.

"…Ma…mama…"

"Korrah, shh, it's okay. We're going to take you to the MedCenter and take care of you. Okay?"

Her daughter's attention seemed lucid and her eyes were out of focus; wandering over her surroundings in and out of focus as if seeing, without really seeing them.

"Wha-…where, who?...when did we get here-" Savah's heart sunk with helplessness and confusion as Korrah's face drained of all color and the two year old started shaking her head and grasping Devahin's arm tightly, pleading with him. "No, oh no, no where are they? Are they dead! They can't be- please say they're not dead! Please, you have to help them, they'll die!"

Devahin reached a hand behind Korrah's back and propped her up to cradle her with Savah. He glanced at her in confusion. "Korrah, calm down, please, you need to calm down. We're going to get help. Who are you talking about?"

The little girl hiccupped and sobbed again. "Please, help them…'elp my-" Korrah's eyes closed and she slumped against Savah, limp and completely passed out.

Devahin rose up from his crouched positon on the fresher floor, grabbing another towel and handed it to Savah.

"I'm calling Lorrie. She needs to see Korrah right away. Get her dried off, grab her a change of clothes and meet me in the speeder as fast as you can."

The urgent yet controlled tone of his voice helped center Savah back to the present. She nodded, forcing herself to focus on the relief of having a set of tasks she knew she could do over the lingering pain of helpless fear, and carried Korrah out of the fresher to her daughter's room.

Devahin pulled out his comlink and punched in the code for the MedCenter as he strode towards the door. "Connect me to Doctor Lorrie Treeniv. Yes, this is an emergency…"

It was the strangest sensation. She felt like she was…floating…but, how? She wasn't in any pain, but that was alright.

…she couldn't remember why it was alright, though.

"Am I dead?"

She was remembering things now. Names, faces and feelings associated with each one started surfacing.

"…Ken…Ken…Tokugawa…my, boyfriend? No, he's my husband. Kenta…Alan and…Tori. They're my children; my sons. And I'm…my name…what's my name?...

As this passed through her mind, another thought gently bubbled up to the surface as if in answer.

"…Laura. Laura…Tokugawa. That's my name. "

More thoughts drifted by her. Memories of an entire life surrounded her mind, playing out in front of her as she watched…

…A normal, happy childhood with a rotund, strawberry-blonde haired woman; always smiling and standing in the kitchen…a kind, tall man with black hair and a seaman's jacket…a twin sister with a mischievous smile…grandparents – Great-grandpa John singing those old church songs even at ninety –…uncles, aunts, cousins…she had a lot of family.

Friends too. Not as many as her family members, but they were there…a girl with black hair and beautiful slanted brown eyes – Fei –… another girl and a boy with the same eyes but darker skin…the woman – Laura Tokugawa – watched this life -her life- through her own eyes pass by in a peaceful stream. The good and the sad times, years seemed to last only a few seconds in this unnatural cinema.

"Maybe I'm not dead. Isn't this what happens when you almost die?"

Happiness bubbled in her chest as she saw her first meeting with Ken and his four year old son, Kenta. The feeling grew as she watched herself grow closer and matured into familiar love…their wedding…the birth of their twin sons, Alan and Tori…Kenta's tenth birthday…traveling to Japan together…so much good and happiness was contained in her memories. She never wanted it to end…

…it was raining harder. She saw a fifteen year old Kenta fifteen help his father load the truck with the last of the camping gear.

She suddenly began to feel colder…hesitant…she didn't want to see what came next.

She started hearing voices echo around her…

…"-and you started it!"…

…"-still owe you for that fish, kono gaki. We'll see-"…

…"-nd Tori, keep your seatbelt on. We have-"…

…"-aught…-ashflood-…-on't w-…-old on!"…

She felt frozen. She tried to fight the flow of memories from showing her anymore as they became blurred images and jolting impressions of panic, the gut churning sensation of free-falling and sudden pain…

…"-enta!...your brothers! Make sure-"

"-arm! I can't move it-"

…There was a note of finality bleeding into her mind as she saw the jagged branch – two inches thick – impaling her right side. She could feel it inside her gut...

"Stop…please!"

...so much blood…it hurt…agonizing…her boys! Where they okay?…

…"No!...-aura!"…

…"Mom!-…-kaa-san, please!-"…

Then the memories and pain finally stopped. She was left alone, floating…

"I am dead." She thought. It was sad, sobering realization.

"…but no. If I died…I-I'm…awake? Somehow…so why?"

No one answer to her questions.

It was impossible to tell how long she remained in this weightless purgatory, but she became aware of a heaviness settling into her limbs.

"What's happening to me?"

The…world around her grew darker and her body grew heavier; almost unbearable. She tried to move, but found that she couldn't. Then light began to flood back into her view.

"I'm dead…or already awake…why am I waking up? Am I still alive?"

She fought against the heaviness, straining towards the light…

…

…and blinked. The room around her was now white. Was she in a hospital? It looked…strange.

"Korrah!"

A feminine voice came from her right and a woman with short blonde hair came beside her bed to reach out and stroke the side of her face.

"Dear, are you okay now? How do you feel?"

She stared at the woman, noticing how…very small she felt next to her.

She tried to speak. "Wh-" her voice was cut off as she choked on a dry throat. The woman turned and took a clear glass filled with water a…a robot?...placing her hand behind her head and helping her drink.

"There. Just take it easy, you've been very…sick, Korrah."

She stared up at this woman again. Memories began surfacing within her mind one more time, but this time they were different. New and effervescent, she felt unconditional trust for this woman alongside an intimate desire for comfort and protection. She'd felt the same before with her…

"Mama," she said softly before she could even put any more thought into it. The woman watched at her expectantly. "…m-my head hurts." She mumbled softly. Speaking was harder than it used to be. Had she suffered a brain injury?

The woman started stroking her hair. "Shh. It's okay, dear. I'll get the doctor to give you some medicine for that."

This woman's touch –mama-…it was nice. Comforting.

From the corner of her eye, there was some movement on the other side of the room. "Savah?" a male voice asked sleepily and the woman turned at the address. A man with messed up, dark hair brushed back over his head got up from where he was seated and came up to the bed, kneeling down beside the woman with a look of deep concern etched onto his face.

It was so raw and genuine, and that same unconditional bond of trust she felt with the blonde woman – Savah – was all throughout her body, keeping her from feeling anything but protected by this man's presence.

"Just like Dad…"

She was unable to keep looking back at him and instead looked down at herself. She really was small. Turning her head to the left she found she could see herself clearly in the reflective surface of a metal cabinet.

She was a child.

The displaced soul looked up at the woman.

– Mama…Savah. –

Then at the man beside her.

– …Papa…–

He had kind brown eyes and there was a small bandage on his left temple.

"This isn't real." She denied; her mind numb.

The door to the room slid open and in walked a – humanoid fish, alien-thing?

"A…what is…a Mon Calamari? What's going on?"

– along with another human man; older than the one by her bedside whom the alien addressed.

"You look terrible, Devahin."

The now identified man sitting by her bed merely smiled and shrugged. "It's been a rough night." He replied simply, though his face seemed to grow more tired with the admission.

The Mon Calamari rolled her huge fish eyes. "I told you to go get some caff instead of sleeping in that chair when I left, didn't I?" she turned to the woman, Savah. "Would you please help her sit up? I'll just be asking her a couple of questions once I get her vitals."

Devahin took up a position standing at the foot of her bed while her…mother propped her up against some pillows.

'Korrah' lay obediently in the bed as the…Mon Calamari doctor did a quick scan-like thing and pricked her neck so fast that she didn't even feel it. Once she was done, she smiled at her. It looked weird, but what was weirder was the lack of discomfort seeing it. "I'm glad to see you awake, Korrah. How are you feeling?"

"…tired." She said.

"Do you remember what happened before you got here?"

She did; she had…drowned and…no, she had fallen into a lake? Pond? The new memories were conflicting with her memories of the flashflood and the accident. Both overlaying the other, bringing back unpleasant echoes of fear and pain.

"There was too much water and I…" she stopped herself and looked at the man and woman who felt like her 'parents'. "I was really scared." She finished.

The doctor nodded understandingly. "Almost drowning is a frightening experience. You're alright though, your mother pulled you out of the pond you fell into and dried you off. But do you remember anything about that time; after falling into the pond?"

She didn't feel comfortable talking in front of these people. Not when she didn't know what was going on. "No…I think I fell asleep."

"Did you dream while you were asleep?"

That question sounded suspiciously knowing.

She nodded slowly. "I…yes…I had…dreams." If any of them asked her to say what they were about she was determined not to say anything more. This was all too confusing. She wanted answers to her own questions. Where was she? Why was she here and why did she look like a child? What about her family?

Devahin spoke up from where he was seated at the foot of her bed. "When you were…dreaming." He paused for a second. "Did…you see anything?"

Against her will, her eyes started to fill with tears and spilled over her cheeks. She looked down at her hands…her small, child-like hands. All of a sudden she didn't feel like lying anymore.

"…I died." She said in a small voice.

Once the tears started, they wouldn't stop. The truth and gravity of what she had said – Laura Tokugawa was dead – the weight of everything she had lost began to set in. And like the child she wasn't, yet was again now, she allowed herself to be pulled into the woman's – mama's – embrace and clung to her as she cried freely.

"I died. I really am dead. What's happening to me?"

Korrah Hyymn – that was her name now – lay against Savah's leg as she and the other two members of her 'family' were seated on some cushioned chairs they had settled into after they were lead into an office by the…Mon Calamarian and human nurse. The little girl pretended to be asleep as the adults around her conversed unsuspectingly.

The Mon Calamari, Doctor Lorrie, sighed behind her desk. "As a doctor, this is actually outside of my specialty, but as your friend, I will try to help out the best that I can. Nurse Mogie actually knows an extensive amount of information on cases like this and would be more useful person for you to go to should you have any further concerns after today."

Savah started stroking her daughter's hair absently as she brought up her first question. "Will we have to contact the Jedi…about Korrah?"

"Jedi!" Korrah thought in alarm, but remained still. Sure, she had identified the Mon Calamari when she had first seen her, but to be mentioned in the same sentence as the Jedi Order was not something she had been expecting.

Doctor Treeniv hummed the negative. "No. Any and all such inquiries that are corresponded between MedCenters and the Order's Admissions department are filed within the first two weeks after an infant is born, at least on the majority of developed Republican planets. If there are late or follow up inquiries, they are all handled by the division that Mogie helps oversee; and both he and his division would know full well that any inquiry about little Korrah automatically gets run by me first. I haven't had any such follow ups to date. However, in the unlikely case it should happen, I don't intend on giving them an affirmative for an interview without with your full permission, Savah. You don't have to worry about that."

Savah breathed out in relief and relaxed slightly further back in her chair. Devahin spoke up next. "We'd like to know more about Korrah's…condition. What happened yesterday, is it going to be a common occurrence or was this just a one time attack?

Doctor Treeniv nodded towards the male nurse sitting off to her side.

The man leaned forward in a short bow and cleared his throat nervously. "Um, yes well…before I begin I would like to…um, apologize for my rudeness, two years ago. I…was too eager in the face of discovery and I should not have assumed-…I mean I should have had a better grip on my…uh, opinions."

Devahin answered graciously. "No offense was taken."

Mogie breathed a sigh and cleared his throat again. "Yes, well then, um, I'm…sure you're moderately aware of the correlation that is commonly made between the number of midiclorians contained within an organic being's cells and phenomenon of Force-sensitivity?" he paused for confirmation. "Well, I mentioned before the last time we spoke that your daughter does indeed have a high midiclorian count. And it is my theory that your daughter may have experienced an incredibly potent vision brought on by her sensitivity to the Force. She did claim to have seen herself 'die' when she woke up, and although she hasn't said anything about it since then, I don't have many doubts that her claim is true."

"Is there anything that can…stop these visions?" Savah asked.

Mogie shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "There are certain substances that are capable of…suppressing a Force-sensitive's ability to feel what they do, but most, if not all, are illegal for private use or even medical use in the public sector and would honestly be more likely harm your child than help, Mrs. Hyymn." He glanced down at his datapad. "In fact, I would say your daughter's level of Force-sensitivity is too strong for such things to be considered as an option for her safety's sake."

"Are there any other alternatives? Is there nothing else we can do?" Savah stressed. "She will keep having these attacks; these visions?"

Mogie nodded slowly, "I can't say so professionally, but personally I'd say that's the most likely case. The severity of future visions might not be as intense, however, and may decrease as she grows older. But first, there's some additional information you should be aware of that may help you understand." he said.

Devahin reached out and held Savah's free hand in a gesture of reassurance and nodded to the nurse.

Mogie cleared his throat again in preparation. "Midiclorians are…exceedingly fascinating and studies of them had revealed a number of amazing things, such as being able to identify an infant's immunity or vulnerability to specific diseases, although, that's irrelevant to this, um, there is still much that we don't know about them. In regards to the Force-phenomenon, what we do is we take a blood test and estimate a person's potential sensitivity by identifying how many midiclorians reside within one cell and then compare it to a set of averages that's been universally acknowledged for as long as the Republic's been in place." Mogie paused to take another breath, then continued in a more confident, professional tone. "The average count of any given organic being is very static at just under two thousand five hundred pc, that is, 'per cell'. What we would label as 'non-sensitive' is anywhere under four or three thousand per cell and a case of 'mild-sensitivity' could be classified as just over five thousand or up to six thousand."

He paused again with a glance at his audience. "Am I being…uh, clear enough on this?"

Savah nodded at him and he relaxed a bit more. Korrah pitied the poor man just a bit. He was obviously an awkward individual who could easily forget himself around others, yet still cared what they thought about him. Doctor Treeniv motioned for him to continue.

"Okay then, uh, once we reach a seven thousand count per cell and above, that is when we cross into, shall we say, the starting bar where a child is first considered eligible by the Jedi Order as possibly capable of being inducted into their ranks."

Devahin spoke up. "Has there ever been a case when they've taken in someone with less than seven thousand?"

Mogie shrugged and adjusted his glasses. "It's a less common occasion, but there is a distinct preference for those with a well over seven thousand midiclorian count." He said. "Organic beings will oftentimes experience a very small jump in their midiclorians around the time they reach puberty. The average in that jump is no more than a couple hundred, but an increase as high as almost a thousand has been recorded. Granted, there have also been a few who showed no difference or increase at all."

He continued on. "Fully recognized Jedi, of course, have very high midiclorian counts. An average Jedi Knight would have around ten thousand with a smaller number of their Order going a couple thousand above that. In fact, it's estimated that a one digit percentage of Jedi have anything between twelve-thousand five hundred and fifteen thousand, and an even smaller percentage for anyone above that. As it would be easy to guess, the higher a Jedi's midiclorian count, the greater their expected Force-potential."

Despite pretending to be asleep, listening to all of this medical talk was sort of interesting, given that they were talking about something that apparently pertained to her, but Korrah wasn't sure she completely understood just what the nurse was leading up to by divulging all this information. Savah seemed to have realized this as well as she shifted under her in her seat. "We turned down getting an approximate count for Korrah when she was born and... first learned of her eligibility for the Order, so…where would she place in all this?"

Doctor Treeniv picked up a datapad and looked over it at her friend. "You ready?"

Savah and Devahin both nodded.

Treeniv drew in a deep breath. "Twenty-one thousand eight hundred and seventy."

"What!?"

"What?!" Savah exclaimed, echoing Korrah's thoughts.

Slightly jostled at her parents surprised, Korrah wriggled slightly to reorient herself into a more comfortable position. She felt Savah tense up for a brief moment only to relax and try to aid her daughter without waking her.

A few seconds of silence passed as Korrah continued her pretense of settling back to sleep before anyone spoke again.

"Are you sure?" Devahin asked quietly, but still noticeably shocked.

Doctor Treeniv nodded empathetically. "I was in the room with Mogie what he ran the test, three separate times. I'll come out and say now that the extra tests were unnecessary. Mogie has never made a mistake when it comes to these tests, but we did so for the sake of due diligence."

Korrah could almost feel a burst of gratitude radiating off the man from the doctor's praise.

Savah had stopped stroking her hair and was now holding her small hand gently, yet tightly as she dared. "So, there's nothing, then. Nothing that can be done to stop this?"

Mogie made an affirmative noise. "Yes, Mrs. Hyymn. I believe that she will continue to experience Force-induced visons and such phenomenon throughout the rest of her life and…if you're serious about refusing to request Jedi aid, then…" he floundered for a few seconds, "…you'll have to be there and support your daughter yourselves. It's not something that's going to go away, but that doesn't mean it's a handicap or that it will negatively affect her future. There are several documented cases of Force-sensitives doing just fine for themselves without being a part of the Jedi Order." he assured. "Also, um, I would be more than willing to offer my services in case anything does happen again."

Devahin inhaled a calming breath and stood up. Savah carefully moved Korrah and lifted her up into her arms to follow him.

"Thank you Mogie, we appreciate it. And thank you Lorrie, for everything. You've given us a lot to think about and we'll be sure to be in contact with you if anything else comes up."

Doctor Treeniv sighed as she stood up for her chair as well. "It's late and you've both have had one long night and day. Don't be strangers, you two alright? Call us if there's anything you need."

Korrah peeked one of her eyes open and watched Devahin shake hands with the Mon Calamari doctor and Mogie stepped forward as they released their hands.

"You have a good night, sir. Before you go, I have here a short file that contains some information that I thought you might find helpful."

Devahin accepted what looked like a flat flashdrive and the two men shook hands as well.

Korrah stayed unresponsive all throughout the surprisingly, smooth ride back to their home where she pretended to 'wake up'.

Devahin went upstairs for bed after kissing Savah and Korrah goodnight. The woman herself was endearingly kind enough to allow her to go to bed without forcing her to eat anything. After getting bathed and dressed in what she assumed to be nightclothes she was led to her room. However, instead of tucking her in immediately, Savah lifted her up into her arms and sat with her in a hovering rocking chair settled into the corner of her room.

Strangely, the motion of being rocked back and forth by this woman she barely knew wasn't as bothersome as she would have thought.

It was an act of comfort, a strange, special moment of unconditional love and gentleness. And in the face of an event like this, even if it was from a stranger, the little girl that was once Laura Tokugawa would take whatever comfort she could get.

A/N: That's all for now; thank you for your patience and support. I am, in all honesty, not very happy with the beginning of this chapter as it goes against the 'show don't tell' form of storytelling that I greatly prefer, but it is impossible for me to focus as much as I might want to on Korrah's childhood as that would take too long and inevitably become tedious.

This is as good of a balance as I could manage with what I wanted to reveal about Korrah and who she was before as well as her reaction to her new circumstances. I'd imagine she's going through some shock right now. I also liked the idea of her 'parents' sitting down with the doctor and discussing what kind of options they'd have when facing the prospect of raising a 'special needs' child like her. You know, like normal, loving parents would do. At least I hope it's believable.

For anyone with questions as to why Korrah's midiclorian count is what it is, I present to you the fact that in this story the Force was involved in her birth, but she was not conceived by the Force; so it's high, but not that high. I also chose the numbers '2-1-8-7' in Korrah's midiclorian count as a small reference to both A New Hope (Leia's cell number is '2187') and to The Force Awakens (Finn's number was 'FN-2187'). Anakin's count will be 27,700. I believe that to be acceptably higher than Korrah's so as not to induce 'Mary Sue' (although you are of course free to hold whatever opinion you want on the matter).

There's also a warning that I have to get out of the way, I am only familiar with the Star Wars franchise through the movies; Original and Prequel trilogies only. I am not familiar with any other media, so most of what I include in my story will either be made up or taken from Wookiepedia. If this offends you I apologize, but still hope you enjoy the story.

Thank you so much for your time and support. I hope to see you all with the next chapter!