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Chapter 4

"Kiya?" The familiar voice sounded in my ears. I opened my eyes and blinked wearily up at the light. Memories swirled in front of me, and I blinked again as it seemed to clear. With a sigh, I squeezed my eyes shut. Wait, those force presences... No, no, no, surely the force didn't mean THIS when it said that I had a task?

My eyes flew open, alarmed, and my head shot up as I attempted to sit up. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that there was a shelving unit above the sleep couch.

"Kriffing Sith hells!" I gasped, spouting off a few huttenese phrases that I had picked up over the years having Ani as my Padawan.

"Padawan!" The indignant voice of my master rumbled, sounding chagrined.

I scowled inwardly. Hey, at least I wasn't as bad as my own Padawan had been! I heard the sounds of a small boy laughing, and looked up slowly, fearing what I might see. My eyes met a sight that made my eyes well with hot tears. My father, well and alive, Obi-Wan, my friend- wait, what? My bondmate!? Oh well, I always had a thing for him anyway... And the sight of a boyish face whose electric blue eyes twinkled with laughter underneath the sandy mop of hair.

I bit my lip, wishing that I could just meditate. Please, oh please, force, what was going on? I racked my brains for answers to the questions that would surely come... And then let it go. The Force would guide me in my answers.. Surely?

"Kiya? All you alright? You fainted..." Obi's voice trailed off, and I could sense his worry through our bond.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Did I... say something, weird?" I asked, concerned.

"No, Padawan, but you seemed to be in extreme pain. What happened?" The voice of my master resounded through the chamber.

"I... I had a... Vision of sorts, master... I-I'm sorry if I've worried you. I think I need to meditate for a while." My voice became weak at the end.

There was a silence for a moment. "Kiya, whatever this is is serious! You seemed as though you were in extreme pain! You need to tell someone what's going on." His voice was sharp, and inside, I quailed. I was still his Padawan, not a master anymore, even if my skills were those of a master. Sithspit. How would I explain that!? Stars and galaxies, how would I explain that I just came from the future!? My mind roiled.

Suddenly, the door opened and a handmaiden, no, wait, Padme came in... My thoughts went into a clamor at the sight of her figure. I suddenly saw my chance to slip into meditation while every one else's attention was shifted and jumped at the chance.

- Qui-Gon's POV

"Master Qui- oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt. I wasn't aware... Is she alright?" The voice of the handmaiden Padme broke on his thoughts.

"Yes, she's quite alright, thank you for your concern, Padme."

He turned to look at Kiya and was irritated to find her in meditation. He wanted answers, for the Force's sake!

He was tempted to yank on her braid but refrained. He knew that it was rude. Okay, maybe he had done it one too many times already... And knew that she would probably get that yellow-eyed glare and... Never mind. He'd had to admit that she was exceptional in the area of controlling anger, because she had a little-too-healthy dose of both his and Tahl's temper. Oh well. It did not escape him that she knew that he wouldn't dare interrupt her for that very reason.

Obi-Wan was resignedly reading a data pad with Anakin, so he decided to meditate a while as well. Maybe he would get an explanation why his Padawan was acting so strangely.

A while later as he emerged from the comforting depths of his meditation, he sat back in thought. The force had warned him not to push Kiya, and to trust her judgement.

Though judgement of what he couldn't quite imagine.

This vision... He didn't doubt it was a vision, because there was no sign of a lie the force.

Sorry this one is short. Next one longer!