Qui-Gon didn't know why he was doing all of this. Because he felt sorry for Obi-Wan and it was some kind of remorse, perhaps? Or another twisted will of the Force? He even was not sure what he would say to Obi-Wan if — no! — when the young man would wake up. Qui-Gon knew that everything had been done right and he would never change it (even if he had a chance to), but to see his former Apprentice in a such condition hurt him, moreover, Jinn considered himself marginally be guilty in it, though he had tried to do everything to prevent this from happening.

Nevertheless, Qui-Gon had been spending the last week in the Chancellor's private Medical Ward, where his former Padawan was lying in a coma. Obi-Wan really looked awful: they washed away the blood and now his wounds were even more noticeable. Bacta would treat the scars, but likely not very soon. In addition to them, his eye was damaged. Healers didn't know if it would be normal again or not. Maybe, Obi-Wan would need a prosthetic device.

Qui-Gon admitted that Obi-Wan had not changed much during the past years, except of wearing his long ginger hair in a ponytail, or, perhaps, Jinn could not notice changes right now.

Qui-Gon knew that the healers had done their best, but his former Padawan still was in a coma. After some fruitless hours of waiting, he finally decided to meditate in the healing trance and reach the traces of Obi-Wan through the Force. Maybe, it would help.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan moved his head.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon rose from his kneeling position on the floor and sat in the chair, which was too small for his large frame. "Do you hear me? Obi-Wan, how are you?"

The young man tried to sit on the bed, but it appeared to be very difficult for him. Qui-Gon helped Kenobi to adjust the pillows.

"Who are you?" Obi-Wan suddenly asked. His eye was focused directly at Qui-Gon (the other one was covered with bandage, which made him look like a dashing space pirate from some popular holomovies).

"It's me, Qui-Gon. Don't you remember me?" Master Jinn asked, frowning. The Force told him that Obi-Wan wasn't lying. Some problems with memory, perhaps?

"Qui-Gon?" The young man repeated, tasting a new name.

"You have been in a coma for almost a week. They said you were very lucky and didn't have many chances, but you did it. I… I tried to help you as much as I could. Of course, not to mention Valorum and his healers."

"Chances?.. I'm very sorry, but who are you? And who is that Valorum?" Kenobi asked, staring at Qui-Gon.

"So, you really don't remember? Valorum is our Supreme Chancellor… And what about me… I'm your… Master."

"My Master? Wait a minute… We're the Jedi, don't we?"

"Well, you can say so. What do you exactly remember?" Jinn asked cautiously.

"A big building with four towers… Is it the Jedi Temple? I think I have been trained there. Then… Hmm… like a big hole. And after this, blasts, blaster shots, glowing swords… There was a snow field… And a garden. Do you know what's happened?"

"I'm sorry, but I believe I don't know everything. We were separated. It was a pirate attack. They killed almost everybody, so I say it once again—you were lucky to survive. What about a snowfield and a garden… Honestly, I don't know."

Well, maybe, some memories from our last missions? There is no winter on Bandomeer.

"Well… I think I should thank you… for your help. I wouldn't be here without you, right?"

You don't understand how right you are, young one.

"It's nothing. Thank Valorum. He ordered his bodyguards to take you. It was the will of the Force that he noticed you in that battle, not less."

Though, I don't understand what the point was. A sudden flash of sympathy?

"I will thank him too." Obi-Wan smiled and reminded Qui-Gon that Padawan from past years. "But what I was doing there? I think… I think something is not right."

"Well, what can I say? You were in the Agricorps, the Acado pirates attacked everybody there. I'm afraid, I don't know more. As for you… you were working there."

"It was a mission, right?" Obi-Wan asked curiously, rubbing the forehead.

"Not exactly. You were sent there some years ago. Some Jedi are assigned there after their… training. Do you remember anything else?"

Well, I even haven't been lying until now. But it's still dangerous to tell everything. Dangerous for him.

"Yes, I think it was a dream, but it was a very real one. A large snow field, but that snow was not cold. It was not the Agricorps, I'm sure. Then, there was a garden, I'm absolutely sure! I've seen it somewhere, but I don't remember." He smiled once again and shook his head. "And… and…" His voice suddenly became silent. "Bant? Is she a Jedi too, Qui-Gon?"

"Ah… Yes, she was your friend. She was a Jedi Knight, like me. You know, it's a miracle that you're alive, please, understand it. She… she was not so lucky. The pirates killed her. As far as I know, you were close friends since your childhood. I'm very sorry, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon sighed heavily. It was more complicated that he'd thought.

"Mmm… And I even do not remember this fact…" Obi-Wan was confused. He smiled shyly. "But she was alive; she was telling me something about…" His eye suddenly darkened.

"Your memory seems to be damaged somehow. I hope the healers will be able to do something."

"Anyway, I think there is something wrong! Are you sure about everything?" Obi-Wan asked suspiciously.

"Yes, of course, I'm sure. My memory is all right." Qui-Gon shrugged.

"Well… Never mind. I had a sword, with a green blade. Where is it?"

"I think you are wrong. You had a blue lightsaber and it was long ago. Green one was mine. Besides, you've left yours at the Jedi Temple, before heading to the Agricorps."

"And I had a braid," Kenobi tried to reach his right ear. "Where is it?"

"Yes, every Padawan has a braid. But you decided to cut off yours. You know, I kept it." Qui-Gon took the braid from the pouch on the utility belt and demonstrated it to Obi-Wan. He seemed to be a little calmer.

"So… I was a Padawan. With a braid. I was sent to the Agricorps… Then, there was an attack." Obi-Wan mumbled to himself. "Stop! What I was doing there? There are only farmers. And if you are my Master, so I should be a Jedi. Why I was in the Agricorps?"

"It's a long story. I think we'd better speak the next time." Qui-Gon said with a sigh. "You should rest now. As your Master, I insist—"

"No! You are lying about something. What's happened?" Obi-Wan barked. "You… you are not my Master anymore!"

"Yes, I was your Master!" Qui-Gon yelled in answer. "And now, you will listen to me and lie still! I'll call the healers."

"Maybe… You're right. But I have a bad feeling about this. I will remember everything." Obi-Wan promised, dangerously narrowing his eyes.

"I'm sure, you will." Qui-Gon stood up and headed to the door.

"I believe so. Somehow I feel that it was your fault. Am I right? Stop! Don't go away!" Obi-Wan yelled at the closed door.

A/N Well, I suppose some reviews would be nice, hmm?