Disclaimer: None of the characters mentioned in any part of this story are mine (I don't think). Most, if not all the characters belong to someone else. I am only taking artistic licence with their stories, and the stories that surround them.

Author's Note: I began writing this story three years ago as part of NaNoWriMo. The goal of NaNo is to write 50K words in a month. I was not successful in 2014. I got just over 33K words completed. Now (November 2017) I've decided to come back to the story, and continue the story. I liked the story and I wanted to finish it. I also wanted to see if I could get 50K words in a month with this particular story. This is the continuation. The beginning of Chapter 10 I wrote three years ago. The end of the chapter was written in 2017. I did reread the story, but I'm not sure how continuity is working at the moment, and I may have changed my mind on where I want the story to go (I can't remember my plans from three years ago!). So, please bear with me, if you do plan on reading. I'm trying to bring in other fandoms, even if it's just for a character here and there. Please enjoy, and review. I haven't posted on here in a while.

Chapter 10

The woman stared at me. "What makes you say that, may I ask?"

I nodded at the cabinet. "That cabinet, though a beautiful cabinet, and it fits into the surroundings of this room, does not fit on this side of the galaxy. Made from the trees on Endor, if I am correct."

She looked at me, then a grin broke out on her face. "And only a fellow Timelord would recognize that. I'm commonly known as Zoe Alleyne. Now what can I help you with?"

I reach out and slapped a hand on the back of Reynolds. "I've had a problem. I have come from the year 1066 on Terra, and I can't return due to some…issues I have had with some fellow Timelords. Unfortunately, I have a stowaway who cannot return either. I was hoping he could join you. From what I know, your cause is what he needs, and it won't completely make him have a heart attack."

She nodded, following my story without many questions. "So why can't you stay Godric, and why can't you bring him with you."

Reynolds looked at me, the same questions lighting up his eyes. I knew from his look that he didn't want to stay here, but I also knew that I couldn't take him with me. Besides, I came to this place before, but nearly twenty years into their future. I knew that he had to join Zoe, as it was where he belonged. But I couldn't tell either of them that.

"I have places that I need to be, and Malcom doesn't belong there. This may not be the best place to leave him, but I know that you will take good care of him."

"I don't know how well I can take care of him. If you haven't noticed, the Alliance isn't being very friendly lately. We're going to be at war soon." She looked worried, and glanced up and down at Malcom. I did have to admit, he wasn't very imposing. He was tall, but couldn't pull off the imposing. Being in this new place wasn't doing well for him.

"I know that he doesn't look it now, but he was one of King Arthur's best soldiers, even though we didn't get along well. He picked up a gun like it belonged in his hand. I know he doesn't have any midi-chlorians, but he can also wield a sword." Malcom looked confused by the term, but didn't say anything.

"Alright, but if you can stay a few days, Godric, I would like you to get him used to this world. I can't take the time to show him, nor can I let him faint at the sight of a light saber. Can you wield one? Not many Timelords, much less commoners, have the ability."

"I can, at least I believe that I will be able to. I will stick around for a few days. I have some business to do here on Coruscant, and I need to visit Dagobah while I'm in the galaxy. I'll have him back here in three days' time."

Zoe walked around the desk and shook my hand. "Very well." She turned to Malcom. "Welcome, Malcom, to the Browncoats. You'll fit right in, and I hope you come to like this new place. I know it is very different from where you come, but it is just as impressive."

We walked out from the small building to find that the night life had died down. A bright sun was rising just over the horizon.

"Right, now I am sure that you need some sleep, so we're going to head back to my Tardis. You will sleep, and I will figure out how exactly to get you comfortable with a world that is very different from your own."

Reynolds didn't show any sign that he would argue. There were a lot less people out on the streets, now that the sun was coming up. It was hazy, blocked by the thick clouds of smog. In only a few years I knew that it would be constant night here, the sun blocked by that very smog. Still, it took the two of us twice as long as it should have. It was this time of day that the pickpockets tried to take advantage of the drunk stragglers. I didn't want to admit I was proud of Reynolds. He didn't lose a single coin…if he had any.

It took me a moment to find my Tardis. I left so quickly from it earlier that I didn't quite remember what it looked like. Eventually I found what looked like an emergency booth, covered in the graffiti that was common to see in the area. I showed Reynolds into a spare bedroom, then returned to my console. As a Timelord, I didn't need much sleep. But based on what I would need to do in the next few days, I decided to use my spare time to actually sleep. After making sure the door was locked, I curled up on a couch that was placed into a library. It wasn't long before my mind was drifting back to Terra, and Rowena. I couldn't help but worry about them, and what Morgana was planning next.

I woke up to a banging on the door. At first I jus thought it was my mother, letting me know that breakfast was ready. I could almost smell her sticky buns. Suddenly, everything from the past day registered and I opened my eyes to the ceiling of my ship. The banging continued as I looked around. Reynolds was standing in the doorway to his room, half naked and rubbing his eyes.

"What's that?" he mumbled, trying to see the door through the sand in his eyes.

"It's the door. Go get some clothes on, and I'll find out what they want."

I went to the door and blinked a few times before opening the door. No one appeared to be there and I nearly closed the door until a foot placed itself in the crack. I looked down to see someone that I hadn't thought I would see for quite some time. I could feel myself break into a smile.

"Rowena. What are you doing here?" I opened the door and gestured for her to come in.

"I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here, and why now? I took me forever to find you." She went over to the couch I had just vacated and made herself at home.

I closed the door and turned to her. I could hear Reynolds banging around in the guest room. "I had an unexpected traveler, and figured it would be best to put him here."

Rowena raised her eyebrows, the turned to watch the guest room. Seconds later Reynolds came out, shrugging into his brown coat. She turned back to look at me. "He is your stowaway? Why didn't you just take him back to Arthur?"

"I couldn't. Because of the paradox I couldn't go back right away. William the Conqueror was taking over. We both would have been arrested on the spot for witchcraft. He's better off here. The Browncoats have already accepted him. I just have to get him used to the technology. You're welcome to join us."

"Are you heading up to the Jedi Academy?"

I grin twitched on my face. Rowena knew me too well. "Yes. The Jedi are a large part of this universe. Reynolds needs to see them."

She grinned. "And I suppose you plan on taking on the Jedi?"

"I can't resist. This part of the universe allows us to do so much more. And I plan on showing our friend here what it's all about, first hand." I slapped Reynolds, who looked extremely confused, on the back.

Through his confusion, Reynolds finally spoke up. "Do I have any say in what we do?"

I looked down at him, expecting the question and I already had an answer ready. "No." He looked taken aback. "You don't really know much about this planet, much less this side of the universe. Trust me when I tell you that you need to know the Jedi and how they work. And that is what we are starting with today. Strap on your holster, and lets get up to the academy."

Turning to look at Rowena, she was leaning against my console, a slight smile creeping onto her lips. "Now what?"

"Nothing." Her gaze followed Reynolds as he returned to his room. "I didn't know you could get along so well with him. How long has it been since I last saw you? A few months?"

I chortled. "No, it's only been a day. Last I saw you was yesterday morning. Oddly enough, he grows on you." I strolled around my console to the opposite side of Rowena. "How's the rest of them? By the sound of it, it's been a while since I left."

"It's been about six months. The school is built, and the students started in the Autumn. William has taken over the country. Arthur, Lancelot, and Gwen have had to retreat to the school. Salazar is none too pleased that there are muggles in his school. He keeps insisting that we can't accept the students who are born into muggle families. The rest of us disagree, so Salazar is kind of sulking in his own little chamber under the castle. Besides that all is well. Olaf has returned to the school and is helping teach. And no sign of Morgana. It seems she is gone for good. So, I figured I would come looking for you."

"I'm glad they are doing okay. We would be killed if we returned. Since Reynolds disappeared at the same time I did, they probably suspect him to be an accomplice. We can't return for a while."

Reynolds had returned by that time and was listening in. "I don't think I want to go back. I feel more at home here than I did back on….what did you call it? Terra?" I nodded, surprised he felt that way. "I want to know more, but first can we get some food? I'm starving."

"Of course." I pulled a metal rod, about eight inches long out of a hidden compartment on my console, and stored it in a specialized holster. "I think I know the perfect place."

I led the way down the crowded streets, with Rowena and Reynolds following behind. He didn't seem as shocked this time out in the city. In fact, he seemed bursting with questions that I had trouble following.

"Have you ever been Rowena? It sounds like you have."

"No," replied Rowena. "I haven't been to the city. I've been to Dagobah and Tatooine, but never to Coruscant."

"So then what are Midi-Chlorians? I heard Godric mention them, but he never explained."

"Ah, well that's kind of a hard one to explain. You see, they are kind of a small animal that lives off of a human. Everyone has them, but there are more in some humans than others. On Terra the people who have many of these small animals have magic, like Godric and myself. They can use the energy around them to do practically anything. Here on Coruscant and many other planets around here it is called the Force, though it is basically the same thing. The people who are high in Midi-Chlorians are called Jedi. You are going to meet some of them later, after we eat. Some who have low Midi-Chlorians can still use some magic, or the force, and some can't use it at all."

"And do I have these, Midi-Chlorians?" asked Reynolds, staring at his hands.

I chuckled and looked back at him. "Not a lot, I'm guessing, seeing as you weren't one of us back home. But you may have some, and they're easier to access here, rather than other places."

His questions began to stray away from the Midi-Chlorians, and he asked questions about the universe that he suddenly found himself in. Many of the questions about the city itself I had to answer, as Rowena had never been. She tried to explain the universe, and how it actually happened long before his own, even though they were much more advanced than his own home.

Reynolds seemed to take in everything surprisingly well. Neither of us had to explain much to him, and he caught on rather quickly. Within ten minutes he wasn't flinching at every ship that flew over our heads. He didn't stare with an open mouth at the strange creatures we passed either. In fact, he seemed to enjoy this new place more and more every minute.

I eventually found my way to a bus station and bought us three tickets to the Jedi Academy. While we waited, I remained quiet, letting Rowena do the explaining of how things worked. I needed a plan for while I was here, and how to get rid of Morgana. Carting around Reynolds for a few days wasn't my idea of a fun time, but it was interesting to see someone with a brand new view on what was happening.

Finally our 'bus' arrived. It was a large ship that pulled up to the docking bay. Reynolds watched the ship come in, his gaze glued to the bottom where the engines spewed their smoke, allowing it to float through the air like all the other ships in the city.

Rowena and I led Reynolds down the gangplank onto the bus. Rowena indicated that I should go to the window, but I shook my head and let Reynold's take the window seat.

We sat down, and Rowena leaned to whisper in my ear. "Why did you let him go first? Don't you want to keep him between us?"

I shook my head, a slight grin coming to my face. "He's seen the flying ships for the last two days while we've been here. However, this is the first time he's been on one. I want him to get the full experience."

Suddenly the bus shuddered, and pulled away from the dock. I hovered for a moment, before moving into the sky traffic. Reynolds looked out the window, not bothering to keep his mouth shut. His hands grasped his coat, as he stared out at something that was brand new to him…the feeling that he was floating.

Rowena put her hand on my arm. "Have you been here, to this time and place before?"

I nodded. "I think so, but it may have been a few months or years ago to them. However, I'm pretty sure it hasn't been too long. I'll know some of the Jedi at the Academy in any case."

"good. I wouldn't want us just walking in with no idea what we were doing there." She pulled her hand back, but I could still feel her warmth radiating from the spot she touched me. "What else is your plan?"

I touched the metal tube which I still had in my coat. "I'm going to talk to the Jedi, then take a little trip to Dagobah. An old friend should still be residing there, and I need to talk to him."

"Is he a Timelord?" asked Rowena, her brow furrowed in confusion.

I shook my head. "No, but he knows about us. He's a strong Jedi, and would have made a good Timelord. I trust his judgement and his advice. I need his help when it comes to Morgana, and I'd like to show Reynolds a bit of this universe before I just throw him into it."

"It makes sense, I suppose." She looked out the window at the cars and light flying by. She didn't say anything else for a few stops, until we reached the Academy.

We stepped off the bus to the hustle and bustle of the school. It was early morning, so the children of the city were arriving at the Academy to begin their days lessons. I led the way through the kids, and I actually recognized a few, though they looked to be several yeas older than the last time I saw them. A couple waved and said hello, before hurrying on their way.

Once we entered the Academy proper, the energy died down. the children quickly hurried to their morning classes. I walked down the main corridor, the young children easily moving out of my way. I pressed a button on an elevator, and the doors opened. Rowena and Reynolds didn't say anything the entire time.

I pressed another button in the elevator, and it asked for identification. I put my hand over a small screen and it flashed green before moving upwards.

"I guess you aren't that far off time here, are you?" asked Rowena.

I shook my head. "Nope. It seems like it's only been a year or two since I was here, and my security verifications are still accurate."

"what did that just do?" asked Reynolds, who was still staring at the screen.

"It scanned my hand print. Everyone has a different print. If it didn't match the database of those allowed up to the fourteenth floor, then it wouldn't have let us go. I match their database, so we are allowed."

"I understood about two words of that." Reynolds still looked confused.

"Don't worry, you'll eventually get used to it." A ding echoed through the elevator, and the doors opened to a glass lined hallway. We walked down it, me taking the lead. A black door was the only exit to the hallway and it stood closed and imposing at the end of the hall.

When we reached the door, I knocked and waited. As long as the leadership at the Academy hadn't changed, then I would be welcome. If it had changed drastically, then I would have to explain myself.

The door opened to reveal tall man, whose skin was dark, and his head was balding. I grinned, letting him stare at me as if I was crazy.

"Are you going to let me in, or are you just going to stand there, looking like you've seen a ghost?"

The man stood back, his mouth still open, staring at me. I led the way into the room. It was large and spacious. The windows looked out onto the largest thoroughfare of the city-planet. A small desk was placed next to the windows, and I went to sit in one of the chairs that were sitting opposite the windows. Rowena and Reynolds did the same. The man followed us slowly, staring at me as if I couldn't possibly exist.

"Mace, take a seat, and say what you want to say."

Mace took a seat opposite us, and stared at me. "You can't be alive, Godric."

I held up my hands. "Is that the kind of welcome I get?"

Mace leaned forward, putting his elbows on the desk. "I thought I'd see you with a new face. You kept going on about how you'd come back looking different."

I put a hand unconsciously on my stomach. I remembered now the last time that I saw him.

We were standing in a field of Stormtroopers. I held a red lightsaber, looking around at the battlefield. I finally found what I was looking for. Rowena. She was in a different body than what I knew, but she was holding a blue saber. She was tall here, with dark brown eyes, and blonde hair that fell to almost her waist. A trooper came up behind her. I was too far away to help, and I watched helplessly as he shot her at close range. Stormtroopers were notorious for missing, but at that close of range he couldn't miss.

She found my eyes, and I watched as the life left them. I ran to her, and pulled her up off the ground. I knew the only thing I could do. I put her over my shoulder, and made my way through the field. I dodged the laser shots, and jumped over the bodies that littered the ground.

I finally reached my TARDIS, snapped my fingers, and stepped into the box. I lay Rowena on the floor, and hoped that I wasn't too late. To my great amazement, gold light began to glimmer from the console, making its way to Rowena. I stepped back, allowing the gold sparks to do their worth. I had watche Rowena regenerate multiple times. This time would be no different.

The sparks engulfed Rowena, turning her into a small sun. I watched them as they encircled her, changing her face for the ninth time that I knew of. Her blonde hair shortened, turning darker. Her height shortened, and her face changed to one that I didn't recognize.

The sparks subsided, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Mace stood there, watching Rowena. "That's not normal, Godric."

Rowena lay there, unwaking, though her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. "It's normal for us Mace."

"Someone shouldn't be allowed to come back from the dead indefinitely."

I watched Rowena in her new body, getting used to her new face. "It can't go in indefinitely. We die like any other being, we live like them too. We only have twelve times we can change out faces. After that, it's done. We're over, and dead. Just like you. We still feel pain, and every new face is a new person. It's like dying and coming back to a brand new world, a brand new life."

Mace watched Rowena. She stirred. I looked to him. "Can you watch her? She won't be back to normal for a while, and it's better that I go into the field. The Alliance needs you."

Without listening to his response, I left the TARDIS, snapping my fingers to lock it. He couldn't leave if he wanted to, and I knew the history of this universe. Mace Windu would be needed in the future against the Republic. I wasn't needed, and I only had one more regeneration left. I'd lived a good life, and I was ready to move on.

I made my way through the battlefield, slicing down Stormtroopers as I went. I was about to reach the core of the fighting, when I felt something in my stomach. I looked down to find another red saber up to its hilt in my stomach. I looked up, and saw a man with a red face on the other end of the hilt. He smiled, before pulling the saber out.

I gripped the spot where the saber went through. The laser point of the saber had cauterized the wound, but I wouldn't survive long. I wondered what my next life would be like. I stumbled back the way I came, looking at all the soldiers that I had killed since I left the TARDIS. I hadn't realized that I'd taken such a toll.

I snapped my fingers, and the door to the airship opened to my TARDIS. I stumbled in, feeling my life flowing out through the wound in my stomach. Mace turned from Rowena, who was now resting on the couch, and he audibly gasped.

I fell to the ground, the view starting to cloud around the edges. I tried to push myself up, but I collaped to the floor again. I could feel Mace grab my shoulder, and talk to me. I heard regeneration, but I didn't hear everything he said.

"I can't regenerate. She has to power up again before she can regenerate again." I tried to say, but I wasn't sure how much of it came out audible. I watched a single gold spark come towards me from the console, and land on my hand before sputtering out.

I didn't remember much from after that. All I remember was a warm feeling spreading out from my stomach, and then fainting.

I woke up, on the bed in one of the spare rooms. I was tucked neatly under the covers, and I threw them off me. I looked at my bare stomach, which looked exactly like it did before. I jumped up, and stood still for a little bit, still so that I wouldn't fall over. I then made my way slowly to the washbasin and looked in the ornate mirror that hung above it. I looked exactly like I did before. There were no changes, including the small scar that slashed over my left eye.

I heard the door open, and Mace came in. "You're looking well."

I turned to look at him. "I haven't changed, Mace."

"No, you haven't. did you expect to?"

I looked down at my hands, the same hand I had looked at since my last regeneration. "I had a hold in my stomach. The only way I could have survived that would be if I had regenerated, which would mean my face, my body, everything would be different."

"I used the Force to heal you, Godric. Not your Timelord regeneration stuff."

I looked at him. "You healed me? You were able to heal that." I used my hand gesturing to my abs where there used to be a lightsaber sized hole.

Mace came further into the room, and picked up my own lightsaber off the nightstand. "You can't?"

I picked up the clean shirt that had been on the end of the bed and slipped it over my head. "I wasn't aware that I could. How's Rowena?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I didn't like not knowing things.

"She's good. You've been out for three days. She came to yesterday, and insisted you needed clean clothes to change into." He looked down at his hands, uncharacteristically scuffing his shoe on the floor. "She said you two had to leave soon."

I looked at him, and grabbed my jacket off the hook by the door. "We can't stay here. someone could have seen both of us die, and we can't have anyone know that we 'come back from the dead' as you say."

"Then let me come with you." Mace looked me right in the eye as he said that, conviction coloring his voice.

"You can't." I whispered.

"Why not?" Mace actually sounded disappointed. I didn't want to tell him the truth, but he would know if I lied to him.

"Because you're needed here. I can't tell you why, but you will be very busy the next couple years. You will be very important here."

Mace looked at me incredulous. "You can't mean that. I'm just an ordinary Knight. I don't think you're talking about the right guy."

I held back a smile. Mace Windu would one day become one of the greatest Jedi Masters. It was just before his time. "Trust me, you'll do great things, but you need to stay here."

Mace looked at me crookedly, then nodded. "I know you travel in time, in addition to space, so I belive you." He walked to the door. "Though I don't quite believe you're talking about the right Mace Windu. I've never been as good as Yoda, but I'll try if you think I can."

He left the room, and my gaze lingered on the doorway. I wasn't sure how that would change Mace. Maybe telling him he would be great would be just the thing he needed to gain the courage. Maybe it would put bright ideas in his head, and he'd fall apart ahead of his time.

I found the both of them around the console. Rowena was saying goodbye, and Mace hugged her. He then came over to me, while Rowena played with switches on the console.

"You'll do good things, Mace. You have to trust me on that. Just follow your heart, and it will take you in the right direction."

Mace put a hand on my shoulder. "I hope you're right. I need to find Yoda. He was talking about taking me to see a young boy by the name of Obi Wan. He seems to think the boy's a Jedi, and wants me to take him on as an apprentice."

I could have laughed out loud. I knew how this would end as well. "Then you'd best get going. I'll see you someday."

Mace gave a small smile, then turned and walked to the door. He opened it, and I found that we were back in the Academy on Coruscant. He closed the door, and Rowena flicked a switch. The console moved, and the whirring sound started. I didn't know when I'd next see Mace, but I hoped it would be on good terms.