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Chapter 4

Sam woke to a pounding headache and a throbbing body. He tried to sit up and groaned before relaxing as someone channelled the Force through him, taking the pain. Hazel eyes opened, ready to thank his Father only for Sam to scramble back from the stranger. "Who…..where am I? Dean?" Sam called only to see a look of compassion appear on the stately man's face.

"I am sorry Samuel, but your family is dead."

"What?" No." Sam denied, shaking his head even as he reached out for Dean only to whimper in pain.

"It is true, the Jedi killed them."

"No. They wouldn't. Dad's a Jedi."

"Who broke the code and was training a child who cannot use their precious Lightside."

Sam paled. "Me? They….they died cause of me?" he whispered and received a nod.

"I felt the fight but was unable to do anything but save you before they reached you."

"Who are you?" Sam asked warily.

"Darth Sidious. I will complete your training Samuel."

"You're a Sith? No. The Sith killed my Mother!" Sam moved further away from him and Sidious nodded.

"You have been betrayed by both Sith and Jedi. I can train you; help you take your revenge for your fallen family. I will not betray you child." Sidious answered. This boy was not the Chosen One but Anakin would be too closely watched for now and Samuel was incredibly powerful. He would make a good apprentice until he could claim Anakin. The boy was vulnerable and scared, his mental shields non-existent at the moment which would make him easier to influence.

"Why?"

"Because you are powerful and did not do anything to deserve this. Let me help you take you vengeance." He whispered and Sam nodded hesitantly, hugging his knees to his chest as he fought tears. They were dead, he was all along now. "Get some sleep Samuel, you need to heal." Sidious left him alone and Sam looked around the bedroom he was in. It was Spartan but everything was of the highest quality, showing that whoever Sidious really was, he had wealth. Sam lay back down, curling up around a pillow as he sobbed. He wanted Dean!

Yoda moved as fast as he could, the medical team following him. He didn't know why the Force was leading him here but he knew someone desperately needed help. He stopped and looked around, seeing three bodies lying in the plaza. The medical team spread out to check them, proving the two adult males were dead. But then they began working frantically on the third male, this one an adolescent human male. They loaded him onto a stretcher and took off while Yoda approached the bodies, ears dropping when he recognised one of them. No one had heard from John Winchester in ten years and now the man was dead. Yoda picked up his lightsaber and went to look at the last body, staring at it in shock, a Sith. But the Sith no longer existed. He took its lightsaber as well and went to make preparations to have John's body sent back to the Temple. He hoped the boy survived because he was the only one who knew what had happened.

Sam woke up and pushed the blankets back before getting up, wincing at the cold floor beneath his bare feet. He went into the fresher to clean up and when he came out there were new clothes on the bed for him so he dressed in them and then hesitated, unsure what to do. The door opened so he left the bedroom and wandered down the hall, looking around curiously. He came to a large room with a table set for two and found his new…..Master already seated. He walked over, ignoring the fact his feet were freezing. "Good morning apprentice."

"Good morning Master." He answered quietly.

"I am glad to see the clothes fit you. There are no shoes to help toughen your feet and get you used to the cold. Your training starts to today so eat." Sidious announced and Sam slid into the empty chair, eating neatly like Dean had taught him. Sidious was pleased to see his manners, this was an apprentice that could blend into a higher social setting then the newly departed Maul. "Training will be hard and I will not coddle you. Failure will be punished while success will earn you privileges. I expect my orders to be obeyed immediately. If you do not understand ask. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." Punishment? His Dad had never really punished him.

"Today we shall test what you already know. Follow me." He commanded once Sam had eaten and Sam fell into step in the correct spot. He led him to a training room. "You're lightsaber is on the table over there." Sam moved over and picked up the familiar blade, it was all he had left of home now. Sidious activated a training droid and sat down to watch the boy fight. He was good, very good, especially for his age. But he could be better.

Dean woke fighting the hands on him, thrashing in panic until the Force wrapped around him, holding and calming him and Dean lay still panting for air as he stared at a white ceiling. "Calm you are?" A voice asked and Dean blinked, turning his head to see a small green alien dressed in Jedi robes. Dean went to respond only to cough. A glass of water floated over and Dean sipped it.

"W…where?" He croaked out.

"Jedi Temple."

Dean's eyes went wide in shock and he pushed himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain it cause. "My Dad? Sammy?" He asked and the Jedi stared calmly at him.

"Your Father dead he is. Who is this Sammy?"

"My little brother, he was on our ship. Is he okay?"

"Unaware we were that another there was. A message sent will be."

Dean paled but nodded. Sam had never been alone so long before, the poor kid must be panicking. "Who are you?"

"Yoda."

"Master Yoda?" Dean's eyes widened in awe and he bowed briefly even while sitting.

"Badly injured you were. Remain here you will. Training as a Jedi you were?"

"Yes Master." Dean answered.

"Talk to the Council I will, a new Master we will find you."

"Thank you." Dean whispered sadly.

"A great Jedi, your Father was. One with the Force he is now." Yoda consoled and Dean nodded. "Rest now." Yoda told him before leaving and Dean curled onto his side, staring at the wall as silent tears fell.

Dean followed his guide towards the Council chambers slowly, still in a bit of pain from his injuries but at least he had finally been discharged. After nearly two months in there he had been going crazy, even with the class work and meditation exercises he had been given to keep him occupied. He didn't understand why no one would tell him about Sam either.

Dean hesitated at the doors but took a deep breath and walked in, bowing to what had to be the Jedi Council, keeping his emotions tightly under control as he straightened up to see them, only recognising Master Yoda.

"Dean Winchester, son of the Jedi Master John Winchester, fourteen years old. A now Masterless Padawan." Mace Windu commented and Dean stared calmly at him, impressing them considering what he had been through and the fact his training hadn't exactly been traditional. "You are here for us to decide what is to be done about you."

"Excuse me Master but what about my brother?" Dean asked as politely as he could.

"A search was conducted planet wide for Samuel Winchester; your family ship was found in the dock you indicated. However the search turned up nothing." Came the gentler voice of Adi Gallia, knowing that the words would cause the youngling pain. Sure enough green eyes fell shut even as Dean bit his lip, reaching out with everything he had to his little brother. They could always sense each other, always. And now…..there was nothing and Dean bit back a sob. The Council could feel his pain and grief over the two tattered bonds and then he slammed impressive shields down on his emotions and stared at them passively.

"If you are to continue your Jedi training then a new Master must be found for you and your skills tested." Master Koon told him and Dean nodded in understanding.

"At this time there are no unattached Master's you can take you as their Padawan." Master Yaddle stated and Dean hid a wince.

"I understand." Dean told them calmly and Yoda stared at him.

"Take Dean Winchester as my Padawan I will." He stated and the other Council members stared at him, some actually displaying their shock. Yoda left his chair and approached the youngling. "Accept me as your Master will you?" He asked and Dean dropped to his knees in front of the diminutive Master.

"I…." Dean bit his lip and looked at the ground before taking a deep breath and looking at his new Master. "I would be honoured Master. Everyone had heard of Master Yoda, to be accepted as his Padawan…and it meant he could continue his training, something he knew his Father would have wanted.

"Then done it is." Yoda told him, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Come with me, you will." Yoda left and Dean followed him in a daze.

TBC…..