Chapter 25: Arguments for Different Reasons

Qui-Gon yawned when he stepped back into his apartments. He ran a hand over his eyes, exhausted from the hours spent in detailing the possible scenarios of tomorrow's meeting with the politicians. They agreed to insist the matter was of Jedi concern and the Senate had no involvement. Qui-Gon agreed to the plan. He did not trust politicians and would find their involvement was more of control rather than help.

As he strolled down the empty corridor, he thought back to his emotional outburst against Jedi Kenobi, Anakin and even his padawan. As a Jedi, he needed to keep his emotions under control and not victimize his fellow Jedi, let alone his own padawan. They deserved a reprimand for their disobedience, but the cruelty behind his scolding could have been tossed aside.

When another yawn escaped, Qui-Gon promised he would apologize in the morning when he was less exhausted and had a clearer head. Tired, he entered his apartment, yawning again.

"Hello there."

Qui-Gon startled. He was so exhausted that he didn't even noticed Jedi Kenobi sat at the table with a mug of warm tea. He relaxed and moved further into the apartment. "I thought I said don't wait up for me," he said. "It's late."

Jedi Kenobi lifted the mug near his mouth. "Oh…I wasn't waiting for you," he said, taking a sip. "In my time, I'm quite the insomniac. Anakin believes it's because of nightmares, but in actuality, it's simply the peace and quiet."

"You enjoy peace and quiet?" Qui-Gon asked, skeptical after the incidents he's witnessed.

"Very much so. Especially when you have a padawan like Anakin."

Qui-Gon glanced behind Jedi Kenobi and saw a sleeping figure curled on the couch, a hand dangling over the cushion. Anakin Skywalker was fast asleep, cocooned in blankets like he was sleeping in an ice cave. A few curls rested against Anakin's face and he looked very peaceful as he slept soundly, unaware of the conversation a few feet away.

Jedi Kenobi placed the mug back on the table and he folded his arms over his chest, reclining in his chair. "You look tired," he commented. "What happened with the Council?"

Qui-Gon sighed and dropped his hands on the table, leaning over. "It appears that these recent attacks on the Temple have concerned the Senate."

Jedi Kenobi gently raised his brows and murmured. "Oh dear."

Qui-Gon sunk into the opposite chair. "Yes and there's a meeting tomorrow to ease the senators' minds."

Jedi Kenobi rested his chin in his fingers, lightly stroking his beard. "Sounds unpleasant," he murmured and then rose from his seat. "Let me pour you some tea."

"That won't be necessary—"

"Master," Jedi Kenobi paused in the entry way of the kitchen. "I know how to make your tea." And, without waiting for a reply, he turned into the kitchen.

Qui-Gon surrendered the argument and followed Jedi Kenobi. As he walked, he caught sight of a cluttered droid in the corner of his common space. Surrounding the droid were random parts and tools that befitted the hanger scene than his sitting room. Quizzical, he turned into the kitchen and promptly asked Jedi Kenobi.

"Why is there a busted droid in the sitting room? And tools?"

Jedi Kenobi didn't even glance over his shoulder as he pulled out a mug and rested it on the counter. He reached for the kettle, still steaming from when Jedi Kenobi poured his own mug. "Oh…that's Anakin's. The droid isn't busted. He's working on it. Doing some type of repairs."

"And he decided to do it in the sitting room?"

Jedi Kenobi shook his head as he dropped in the sapir leaves. "He couldn't keep it in the hanger," he claimed. "He felt if he did, the mechanics would trash it as junk. So, he brought it back here."

Qui-Gon watched Jedi Kenobi tilt the kettle, the steamy water cascading into the mug. Reaching the right limit, Jedi Kenobi set the kettle aside and added a drop of honey. Then slowly and counterclockwise, he stirred the tea. The aroma of the tea soothed Qui-Gon's troubled mind and he gracefully accepted the green tea from Jedi Kenobi's offered hand. He took a sip.

Jedi Kenobi was right. He certainly knew how to make his tea. He took another sip. "Thank you," he said, to which Jedi Kenobi accepted with a light bow of his head. "Should I even ask where he got the droid?"

"It's best you didn't."

Qui-Gon decided against forcing the issue and accepted the lack of answer. He took another sip of his tea, wondering if the two Jedi would be the death of him. They weren't terribly bad and not necessarily unpleasant company. At this very moment, he found Jedi Kenobi quite easy to converse unlike the other times they spent as Jedi Kenobi stayed cryptic, forcing Qui-Gon to try and find any chinks in the shields. Now, there were no cryptic words or double meaning. It was simple and pleasant. It was quite nice.

Qui-Gon offered they returned to the table. Together, they sat on opposite sides, Jedi Kenobi with his back to Anakin and Qui-Gon's back facing the door. They sat in silence, savoring the delicious sapir tea. They drank until all that was left were splattered patterns of tea dregs alongside the bottom of the mug. Qui-Gon finished his last gulp and lowered his mug to look straight at Jedi Kenobi and called to the young Jedi.

"I apologize for my recent behavior," Qui-Gon said, startling Jedi Kenobi from his peace and quiet moment with his tea. "I regret that I let my anger get the better of me. And for that, I am truly sorry."

He truly regretted his outburst. It took him a while to cool down, but he realized his mistake. He still believed that he was right in setting the rules. Anakin and Jedi Kenobi were too reckless for their own good and it seemed to be rubbing off on Obi-Wan. He didn't mind his young apprentice taking risks as he encouraged the idea of following the Force, but he did not approve the recklessness of his risks such as jumping on the speeder or running to the ship's destruction. Both chances could have killed him. It could have killed all three of them. Qui-Gon only thanked the Force had different plans for the trio and kept them alive.

Jedi Kenobi dismissed the apology with a light wave of his hand. "It's forgotten," he said, shifting in his seat. "Besides, I don't think it's my forgiveness you truly need."

Qui-Gon quirked an eyebrow. "Really?" he said, resting his chin against one of his palms. "Whose forgiveness should I ask if not my old padawan?"

"Anakin," Jedi Kenobi answered with no hesitation.

"Anakin?"

"You didn't have to be so harsh on him," Jedi Kenobi said, solemnly as he lifted his gaze to Qui-Gon. "He was hurt by your outburst."

Qui-Go's shoulders fell as he remembered his tirade from earlier. He set his mug aside, resting his hands on the table. "I'm aware I overreacted," he said to Jedi Kenobi, "but I still stand by what I said. You and he take unnecessary risks. Nearly killing yourselves in the process."

"That may be true," Jedi Kenobi agreed, passionately adding, "But Anakin…he only wants to impress you. He admires you greatly, Master. And, you personally snapped at him—"

"When did I snap at him?"

"When you told him to call you Master Jinn."

Qui-Gon faintly remembered correcting the young man on the title. He didn't truly mean it. Hardly anyone called him "Master Jinn", but he was too overwhelmed by all the bad memories and the worries to realize his words had consequences. And, it seemed young Anakin took it to heart.

Jedi Kenobi kept speaking, his voice drawing Qui-Gon back to focus. "Anakin has only ever known you as Qui-Gon. Not Master Jinn," he explained. "Just Qui-Gon or, in formal settings, Qui-Gon sir. And, you never seemed to mind... until now."

Guilt settled in Qui-Gon's heart as he pictured Anakin's withdrawal. He knew little about Anakin Skywalker, but according to Jedi Kenobi, Anakin admired him greatly and they were close enough to skip the informalities. No wonder the young Jedi Knight looked distraught. His role model scolded him on something considered normal to the young man.

"Anakin is…he's a passionate individual," Jedi Kenobi said at length. "On occasion, he reminds me of you. He feels a lot. Loves easily and wants to save everyone—and do so by disregarding the Jedi Code."

Qui-Gon admitted to himself that the young man sounded like him. Full of compassion and desire to save people are traits he carried with him. He let out a deep sigh. "I didn't mean to hurt his feelings. I'll apologize when I see him next."

"Thank you," Jedi Kenobi said, immensely grateful.

Qui-Gon nodded, recognizing it was his duty to seek forgiveness for his outburst. He looked to the clock and saw the time was now an hour past since his planned slumber. "It's late, Obi-Wan. We both need rest," he said, gesturing to the clock. "You to recuperate from your injuries and me—to deal with the politicians."

Jedi Kenobi's eyes widened before he sympathetically offered, "I do not envy your invitation."

Qui-Gon studied Jedi Kenobi's face. "I take it you've had some experiences."

Jedi Kenobi nodded, an amused smile hiding behind his beard. "Yes—a few too many for my taste."

"And they went well?"

Jedi Kenobi laughed and, behind him, Anakin stirred on the couch, but did not wake. "As well as it could for a political meeting," he said, breathing out slowly to calm his laugher. "I never enjoyed those meetings. I'd rather face a gundark than a politician. I trust the gundark to attack me. A politician has too many hidden agendas to trust where their allegiance is."

"They only seek money and power. Never the betterment of the galaxy," Jedi Kenobi concluded, agitated. "It's…disconcerting."

Qui-Gon agreed immensely. Many politicians he's met were eager to control power or money, their philosophies focused on keeping that money and power. And, Hego Damask was one of the worst.

"There are a lot of corrupted individuals in government," Qui-Gon remarked in agreement. "Let us hope there are a few good ones there to counter them."

Jedi Kenobi's flickered, almost like he recaptured a memory. It seemed a lot of his words have managed to elicit a memories for Jedi Kenobi and Anakin. They acted like he was predicting, but all he was doing was admitting his hopes for the galaxy. If there is evil, then there is also good. A balance.

When Jedi Kenobi remained silent for too long, lost inside his head, Qui-Gon reached for the young man's hand. "Obi-Wan?"

Suddenly, Jedi Kenobi shook himself out of his induced state, blinking rapidly at Qui-Gon. "So sorry. I must have let my mind wander," he apologized. "You're right. It's late. We should retire. I'll see you in the morning."

Jedi Kenobi took their empty mugs and headed to the kitchen. Qui-Gon heard the sink run, water gushing and the sound of scrubbing echoed from the tiny room. When the water turned off, Jedi Kenobi headed to the sitting area, pulling up the last extra blanket that was too short to cover Jedi Kenobi comfortably. But, it seemed the young Jedi did not mind.

He tucked himself in his couch and whispered, "Good night Master."

"Good night, my old padawan," Qui-Gon returned as he retreated back to his bedroom to sleep away the night.

"Anakin?"

Anakin looked up from his droid and found Qui-Gon towering over him. The Jedi Master revealed nothing to Anakin. His face neutral and calm, no signs of any aggressiveness from last night. It was a blank canvas, something that Anakin didn't know how to approach.

"May we talk?" Qui-Gon requested.

Cold dread build inside the deep pits of Anakin's body. All morning, since Obi-Wan pestered him to wake up, he remained distant from the other occupants of the apartment. He idled next to his droid, reviewing the wiring and bolts that he undid last night. Everyone else ate breakfast and Obi-Wan instructed the padawan how to make Qui-Gon's tea to perfection, something the young boy previously struggled.

Anakin was fine by himself. He was used to it. Being the fabled 'Chosen One' had isolated him from many of his peers and Jedi Knights. Only Obi-Wan and Ahsoka enjoyed his company within the Jedi Order. Everyone else feared or disapproved him. They try to cover it up, but Anakin sensed those emotions easily from them, especially the Jedi Council. They never approved of him.

So, Anakin learned to be alone, to occupy himself during the day when he was growing up as a padawan. And, he was putting it to good use as he sat tinkering with the droid. He eventually forgot that he was no longer in his own apartment, drowning out the noises and voices around him as he focused on improving the droid. Until Qui-Gon sought an audience with him.

His limbs went cold like they were all prosthetics rather than flush. His head moved on its own accord, nodding acceptance to the invitation. Qui-Gon gestured to another corner of the apartment and Anakin slowly rose from his seated position next to the droid to follow Qui-Gon.

The dread crept from the pits and stretched its cold fingers through his body. Anakin swallowed hard. He wasn't afraid of Qui-Gon. The coldness wasn't a reflection of his fear, but his disappointment. Despite his talk with Obi-Wan last night, Anakin wasn't ready to confront Qui-Gon. He needed space, a moment to gather the nerves and ready his speech to seek forgiveness. And as he walked down with Qui-Gon, he wasn't ready. He prepared a minor speech, but it wasn't as grand as Obi-Wan's words. He hated speaking, preferring to leave all the talk to Obi-Wan. But, Qui-Gon didn't ask for Obi-Wan's presence. Just his.

He was on his own.

Anakin gulped again when they finally reached the destination. Qui-Gon turned, mouth parted to speak, but Anakin's nerves jumped the gun. "Master Jinn," Anakin's voice cracked, surprising Qui-Gon by his blurt. "I…I know I've disappointed you with my behavior. I won't…I won't make up an excuse. I understand that our actions have made you doubt our intentions." Anakin paused, hesitant before apologetically adding, "I'm sorry."

Qui-Gon said nothing. He gazed at Anakin with a cool expression that Anakin didn't know if Qui-Gon heard any of his words. He almost asked, when Qui-Gon finally spoke, his words a baritone rhythm that he remembered as a child. No agitation or steely tone in the words he murmured from his lips.

"I accept your apology," Qui-Gon said at last, "as long as you accept mine."

Anakin blinked. What? Why was Qui-Gon seeking his forgiveness?

Qui-Gon folded his arms in a relax position, eyes soft and somber as he gazed upon Anakin's face. "It has come to my attention that I was rather harsh last night," Qui-Gon admitted with a small tilt of his head. "I rightfully agree. I let my emotions get the best of me."

"And, I feel I owe the biggest apology," Qui-Gon continued, "I took out my own anxieties and worries on you. I snapped and you became the victim. You deserved none of it. And, I apologize."

"I have to keep reminding myself that you and Obi-Wan are adults. You know how to take care of yourself," Qui-Gon said with a dejected sigh, crestfallen. "You're experiences shaped you into the Jedi Knight you are. And, I need to constantly remind myself that you are not from this time, but a time far darker than this one. Your view is different from mine; and therefore, you and Obi-Wan will react differently from what I'm used to."

"So, please…accept my deepest apology," Qui-Gon requested, meaningful in his plea for forgiveness. "You didn't deserve my anger yesterday."

Anakin's lips curled into a brilliant smile. "Of course, Master Jinn."

"Qui-Gon," the Jedi Master corrected as he returned the smile. "Please, call me Qui-Gon. After all, it's the only name you know for me."

Anakin agreed. He never got the chance to call Qui-Gon "Master" as Darth Maul stole Qui-Gon away from Anakin before he was fully accepted into the Jedi Order. All he ever addressed the Jedi Master was "Qui-Gon" or "Qui-Gon sir". A cascade of cold washed over him when he remembered his feelings of anxiety, abandonment and unknown that plagued him during the Jedi Master's funeral.

He grimaced at the memory.

"Are you all right?" Qui-Gon voiced, his face visibly concerned as he tried to meet Anakin's eyes.

Anakin pushed away the memory and perked up, hiding the sorrow. "Of course, Qui-Gon," he said, happily to return to the more personal level. "Just…relieved."

"That we are at an understanding?" Qui-Gon questioned. "Or because you get to call me Qui-Gon again?"

Anakin smirked. "Both, I guess."

Qui-Gon reflected the same happiness Anakin felt inside. "I am too," he agreed. "I'm not quite fond of being called Master Jinn. It's a stiffy title and I never found myself to be a stiff individual."

A laugh escaped from Anakin's mouth. "Nope. You were one of the most relaxed Jedi I have ever met," he said. "Sometimes I can't believe Obi-Wan was once your padawan. He used to be very serious."

"And now?"

"He's more laid-back now," Anakin replied. "Took me a while to wear him down, but I eventually did. At least now he can take a joke."

Anakin turned to look back to Obi-Wan and discovered that the apartment was empty. His eyebrows drew inward as he glanced around the apartment. "Where did they go?"

Qui-Gon looked in the same direction. "Oh…they must have gone ahead," he said. "To give us some privacy."

Anakin shrugged. It would be like Obi-Wan to leave secretly, but he didn't mind. In fact, he appreciated Obi-Wan's gift. He had yet to spend any time with Qui-Gon. But, with both Kenobis departing from the apartment, it just left him and Qui-Gon. Together. With no Kenobi's around to distract or worry over.

Obi-Wan knew how much this would mean to him and a smile peeled back on Anakin's face. "Well…that's Obi-Wan. Always looking after everyone," Qui-Gon cocked his head in confusion, but Anakin shrugged it off. "Look…I know we forgiven each other, but…I just want to let you know something."

Anakin took a deep breath, glancing away for a moment to prepare himself. He slowly lifted his eyes back to Qui-Gon, who patiently waited. "I…I want to let you know that I won't disappoint you. I promise!" he said, empathically and unwavering. "I won't let you or Obi-Wan down. I—I won't be like Xanatos."

Qui-Gon stiffened upon Xanatos name. He inhaled sharply. "I see Obi-Wan has told you about my old padawan then?"

Anakin dolefully nodded. "Just yesterday. I never even knew you had another padawan until recently," he admitted. "I understood your hesitation with us. I…I just want to let you know that we won't be like him. We would never betray you. Never!"

Qui-Gon didn't say anything for a long moment. He looked at Anakin, his gaze not faltering as he stared pensively. Anakin shuffled his feet, waiting for an affirmation or some sort of response from the Jedi Master. He saw the hurt in the older Jedi's eyes, but not of pain. Only a sad sorrow look in remembrance of the betrayal. Then, in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"As long as we agree to work together," Qui-Gon said. "Then I have no worries about you or my padawan. I'm sure you and Obi-Wan will go on to do great things. But, I'll be proud even if you do not. As long as you stay true and good, I'll be proud."

A corner of Anakin's mouth twitched up and, without any warning, Anakin hugged Qui-Gon. And, to his surprise, Qui-Gon embraced him in return. It took Anakin forever to get Obi-Wan to hug him back, his old master never understanding the concept until he finally surrendered to the action after Anakin woke up in a panic from a nightmare.

Qui-Gon—he didn't need encouragements or trails. He accepted the hug, the reason behind it and embraced it in return. Anakin hadn't felt this hug in a long time. Not since he left his mother on Tatooine all those years ago.

After a long moment, still embracing one another, Anakin heard a beep coming from Qui-Gon's robes. They broke apart and Qui-Gon took out his comlink and read the message. "I'm sorry Anakin, but I must get going," he apologized to Anakin as he pocketed the comlink. "They're waiting for me."

Anakin nodded and allowed Qui-Gon to walk away. It was easy to let Qui-Gon go. They reached an understanding. Beyond that, they reached a new level of their friendship. Qui-Gon was proud and hugged him.

As Anakin turned to go work on his droid, his mind revolted. Who was waiting for Qui-Gon? And, where was he going? Anakin darted to the door, thrusting it open and chased after Qui-Gon who was entering the turbolift.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Anakin called out, running down the corridor to catch Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon looked over his shoulder as Anakin approached. "The Council and I have a meeting with some senators at the Chancellor's office," he said as Anakin reached his side. He hit one of the buttons and the turbolift moved. "I should not be gone for very long."

"The Senate?" Anakin inquired, baffled. "Why? What for?"

"Just some concerns about the Sith attacks," Qui-Gon said. "They just want to be comforted and told they are completely safe."

"Are they?"

"I believe you know that answer better than me."

Anakin contemplated. His thoughts jumbled at the idea of Dooku's target. His main target was Obi-Wan. But, would he go after Senators too? Would he try to kill Palpatine? To stop him from becoming the strong leader of the Republic. What about Padme? Would he try to kill Padme at the young age of three to stop her from causing havoc on his plans? He didn't know, but it was very conceivable. Dooku came to the past to ensure his victory in the future. Eliminating Padme, Obi-Wan and Palpatine would definitely ensure his quick victory against the Republic.

The turbolift came to a halt and the door slid open, revealing one of the Jedi hangers. Qui-Gon stepped out first and Anakin followed him.

"I wouldn't give them any false hopes," Anakin finally said. "There may be a few senators the Sith Lord may try to kill."

Qui-Gon hummed. "Are you planning to give me the names of these politicians?"

Was he even allowed to? "Keep a close eye on Naboo," Anakin decided, forsaking Obi-Wan's warning. "Their senators are important."

Qui-Gon hummed again in thought. "I'll take a closer inspection," he said. "In the meantime, I do not believe they are in danger. Do you?"

Anakin nodded, but it was out of hope. Not fact. "I sense they are safe," he said in his best effort to keep up the hopeful conviction.

"Then I shall be at ease," Qui-Gon replied, but stopped right outside the doors to the hanger. "Don't worry, Anakin. Trust the Force. It'll never betray you."

"If it'll bring you some peace," Qui-Gon added as he opened the hanger doors, "I'll keep an eye on the Naboo senators."

That lifted Anakin's spirits. "Thank you, Qui-Gon," he said. "Palpatine…he's a good friend. Or will be. You can trust him. He's one of the good politicians."

Qui-Gon didn't say anything. He gave Anakin a quick nod before heading to the awaiting group of Jedi stood. Among them were Obi-Wan and Padawan Kenobi. As they approached, they overheard Obi-Wan discussing with Master Windu and Master Yoda the severity of the meeting.

Master Windu was the first to spot the last arrival. "Glad you can join us," Master Windu announced as Qui-Gon and Anakin joined their small circle. "The ship is ready to depart."

"Then let us not waste this beautiful day," Qui-Gon said and the Council members began to board, leaving Anakin, Obi-Wan and Padawan Kenobi behind. Qui-Gon was the last to board the shuttle, but he turned around to face them, looking to Anakin. "My padawan has saber class in a few hours. I'll need you—" Qui-Gon paused, hesitant and then redirected his comment to Obi-Wan. "I need you to make sure he attends the class."

Obi-Wan agreed, promising that he'll ensure the padawan's attendance.

"Thank you," Qui-Gon said and he turned to take a seat with the watching Jedi Council.

But, Anakin wasn't ready to let Qui-Gon go. "Wait! Qui-Gon!"

Qui-Gon looked back once more and Anakin spoke up. "How long is the meeting?" he asked. "When will you return?"

"Probably not until mid-day," Qui-Gon answered. "I'll see you three tonight. Padawan—" Padawan Kenobi respectively looked up at his master. "Study, practice and be good."

"Yes, Master."

Qui-Gon was satisfied. "Good, I'll see you when I return," he said. "Good-bye."

He turned his back to them once again, taking a seat beside Master Sifo-Dyas. The engine hummed to life, vibrating the speeder for a few seconds before being stable. Then, it pulled away, drifting at first until it shot out of the hanger and into the crowded lanes of Coruscant traffic.

Anakin and Obi-Wan stayed in their standing position for a moment, watching the speeder get smaller until it was only a black speck in their line of vision. Obi-Wan clapped a hand on Anakin's shoulder. "Let's return inside," he said. "Don't want to be spotted out here too long."

Anakin agreed and the three of them retreated back into the Temple to stay safely hidden from the outside world.

"These attacks against the Jedi are clearly an attack on the Republic!"

Hego Damask was an adamant speaker. He commanded the audience with his imperious voice and imposing tall figure. As a Muun, his long face drew eyes to him even when he didn't speak. The bald head glared light away, making it almost uncomfortable for Qui-Gon to even look at him.

But, Hego Damask kept talking and Qui-Gon needed to pay attention to his words to counter him. He knew enough about Hego Damask to know the Muun's only concern was not the safety of the Republic, but the safety of his money. Money that he used to support sketchy businesses.

Mace Windu countered the statement. "That is an opinion, Magister Damask. These attacks have yet to strike against the Senate or any other Republic base. Only the Jedi Temple," he said. "Therefore, it is a Jedi concern."

Damask leaned in, interested. "Are you saying the Jedi Order is not a part of the Republic? That it is its own régime?"

Master Windu frowned at the accusation. "The Jedi Order is not a governmental establishment, Magister Damask as you often point out in other political conversations," he said with a sharpness Qui-Gon knew as distrust. Master Windu, though not a political enthusiast, had his own thoughts on philosophies regarding the relationship between the Jedi Order and the Republic. "The Jedi Order consults and offers help if necessary. We serve to protect the peace and the greater good. Not the Senate."

"Yet, you always seem to involve yourself in businesses of political matters of all kind," Damask pointed. "I would consider—as many of our fellow senators believe too—that the Jedi Order is just as important to the Republic as the Senate."

"What are you referring?"

Damask folded his arms on his lap, very composed as he stared directly at Master Windu. "Many Senators and citizens of the great Republic regard the Jedi Order as…as our line of protection."

Qui-Gon's eyebrows drew downward into a sharp V. "Are you suggesting that the Republic considers the Jedi Order to be soldiers?"

Silence stifled the Chancellor's office. Among those who sat in the room beside the Jedi and Hego Damask was Chancellor Kalpana, Senator Bail Antilles, Senator Fi'Lik and Senator Palpatine. When introduced, Qui-Gon immediately recognized the name of Anakin's friend. He heard Anakin's voice in his head, assuring that he could trust Palpatine. Yet, when he shook the man's hand, he felt a tinge of alarm from the man. During the beginning of the meeting, Qui-Gon studied the senator, listening and watching how the senator from Naboo posed himself. Nothing was disconcerting. He gave no abnormal vibe. He was like any politician in the Senate.

When the silence grew too troubling to bear any longer, Senator Antilles spoke. "Though you may not see yourself as soldiers, many would disagree," he said, his athletic frame leaned uncomfortably against the chair's backrest. His hand went to brush the side of neck, his fingers dusting strands of his dark locks. "Jedi have been sent to negotiate peace treaties and defuse unrest in many systems—"

"And that makes us soldiers?" Qui-Gon challenged.

Senator Palpatine stepped in, his very light blonde hair brushed back against his scalp. "Master Jedi—we do not see the Jedi as soldiers," he said to ease the tension, gentle blue eyes looking at every Jedi in the room. "We are merely stating that when in trouble, we seek the Jedi for help." The senators in the room nodded in agreement. "If someone is attacking the Jedi Order, it only causes us concern as we may believe it might be a retaliation from a political incident."

"These attacks are not a political backlash," Master Windu stated, firmly. "Therefore, the necessity for political involvement is pointless."

"Again, Master Jedi," Senator Antilles spoke again. "We are concerned. If the Jedi are attacked and destroyed…then the Republic will be vulnerable."

"Why would you say vulnerable, Senator?" Master Sifo-Dyas inquired, his fingers weaved together.

"It's obvious, is it not? The Republic has no means to protect itself," Senator Fi'Lik said to the Jedi. "We have no army."

Senator Fi'Lik's words struck a chord with Qui-Gon. An army? For the Republic? He wondered if that is how Jedi Kenobi and Anakin become soldiers. The Jedi Order forced to become an army for the Republic, leading into battles against enemies. Qui-Gon shuddered thinking about it. Was this talk what leads to the formation of the Jedi Order becoming soldiers?

"And you desire the Jedi to become the Republic's army? Earlier everyone agreed the Jedi were not soldiers," Qui-Gon said, voice steely as he stared down at all the senators. "Jedi are keepers of the peace. Not soldiers."

"We recognize the Jedi are not soldiers," Senator Palpatine stated, firmly. Not once did he look away from Qui-Gon's hard gaze. "Master Jedi…we don't necessarily understand everything about the Jedi culture, but we are very aware the Jedi wish to keep the peace and preserve the people's freedom. We are in agreement, am I correct?"

Qui-Gon nodded. "We are."

"Then we can return back to our original discussion," Senator Palpatine said in a blunt manner. He turned to the Chancellor. "These attacks are not simply attacking the Jedi Order or the Republic. The attacks are on peace, freedom and democracy! It's why all of us here are together. To prevent these attacks from occurring and spreading."

"If the Jedi state these attacks are not involved in the political matters of the Republic, then we have no reason to be concern that the Senate will be attacked," Palpatine concluded, his eyes briefly landing on Damask before returning to the Jedi. "Our concerns now lay in how the Jedi Order are going to stop the attacks."

Damask sat straighter in his seat, arrogantly waiting for a response. Qui-Gon chose not to say a word, passing the responsibility to Master Windu, whose face darkened as he peered right at the senators with humorless eyes.

"I do not see why the Senate needs to be informed on Jedi matters," Master Windu stated, eyebrows knitted. "The situation is handled—"

Damask disagreed. "Handled?" he questioned in much disbelief. "There has been at least three recorded attacks this past week!" Damask's eyed the Chancellor, a grave look. "An innocent child nearly lost his leg and another group of children almost became slaves. What have the Jedi done to keep the peace for their own kind?"

Qui-Gon bit hard, his teeth grinding. He dared used Obi-Wan's attack as a leverage to get the Chancellor to sway to his reasoning. Obi-Wan was a youngling! Not a political poster boy!

And, curiously, how did Damask get this information? Who leaked the information outside the Temple?

Chancellor Kalpana sighed heavily, glancing down at his desk for a long moment. "Is this true Jedi Masters?" he inquired as he looked to them, particularly Grandmaster Yoda, who sat quietly and meditatively throughout the meeting. "Were children in danger?"

"The Jedi Initiates are not children in the same sense as you may think," Master Windu responded in his baritone voice. "They are Jedi and they are aware of the—"

"Were the children," Chancellor Kalpana interrupted, voice louder to drown out Master Windu, "in danger?"

Master Windu leaned back in his regal composure. "The initiates were rescued before anything could happen," he said. "None of the younglings were in extreme danger. The situation was—" Master Windu redirected his dark eyes to Damask. "—under control."

"Under control?" Chancellor Kalpana repeated, turning in his seat to look out at the massive window. "Then you must know who is attacking?" He spun back around, facing the Jedi again. "Who is the attacker? Which group?"

"It's an individual," Master Windu replied, "with a grudge against the Jedi Order. Not against the Republic."

"What is the individual's name?"

"We do not know the name. Just his intentions."

"And, his intentions?"

Master Windu locked his fingers together. "To cause destruction and chaos against the Jedi Order. And, as mentioned before, it is being handled."

"We are setting up safety precautions around the Temple," Master Sifo-Dyas added. "The Jedi are well skilled in fighting and defending."

"Are you planning to kill the attacker?" Senator Fi'Lik asked.

Master Sifo-Dyas shook his head. "We plan to capture and then place on trial," he said, "but, if necessary, we may have to resort to killing. Only if to save innocent lives."

Chancellor Kaplana took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His fingers tapped the edge of his desk, head bowed in thought for a long moment until he raised his head to look at the small delegation in front of him. "Master Jedi—if you believe you are capable to stop all these tragic occurrences then proceed," he said, lifting some weight off Qui-Gon shoulders. "However—to keep the public at ease, I request progress reports. If more attacks occur and the culprit is not caught within a week, we will renegotiate on how to best handle the situation."

And, the weight crashed back down on Qui-Gon. The Senate had managed to weasel their way into the Jedi Order. Rather than the Senate requesting consultation, they were demanding entry into the private lives and situations of the Jedi. Qui-Gon disproved the intrusion. He agreed the need to coincide and work together, but the request was more of demand to be included in Jedi matters. One step for bureaucracy to latch its greedy hands on the Jedi Order.

Chancellor Kaplana concluded the meeting and they all exited the Chancellor's office. Qui-Gon paid no heed of his surroundings, preferring to go straight to the hanger to return to the Temple and back to his padawan. However, he felt a hand on his arm that made him stop dead.

Qui-Gon turned to see the long face of Damask. "Master Jinn," he greeted more cordially than he did in the meeting. "It's good to see you once again. I dare say I thought Master Dooku would be in attendance today."

Qui-Gon swallowed the bile that rose up in his throat, keeping up the neutral expression. "He's on a mission."

Damask nodded knowingly. "Of course! Master Dooku is one of the Jedi's finest knights in the Order," he said. "I imagine he is often away on multiple missions for the Order and the Republic." He paused for a moment. "Walk with me, Master Jinn."

Qui-Gon had no interest in walking or talking to Damask, but his fellow Jedi companions were ahead of them. Master Sifo-Dyas walked beside Senators Antilles and Fi'Lik while Master Windu and Master Yoda spoke and walked alongside Senator Palpatine. That, unfortunately, left Qui-Gon alone with Damask.

Damask spoke again, redirecting Qui-Gon's attention back to him. "How is your old Master? He's doing well, I hope?"

"From when we spoke last, he's doing well."

"And when was that?" Damask asked and Qui-Gon got a sense Damask knew more than he let on about his relationship with his old master. "Master Dooku often laments that he hardly speaks to you anymore."

"We speak as much as we can," Qui-Gon replied. "It is unfortunate our schedules do not match up very often."

"Indeed."

Qui-Gon didn't offer another subject matter. He kept his eyes focused ahead, watching Master Windu listen intently to Senator Palpatine, who smiled and nodded when Master Windu spoke. Qui-Gon wondered if Anakin's friend was truly interested in the thoughts Master Windu shared or if he was simply being a politician, acting interested in hopes of getting fruitful returns. Anakin's voice reminded him to trust Palpatine, but something kept nagging in the back of his head. Palpatine was less interested in having the Jedi act as soldiers and more supportive in the idea of the Jedi and Senate working together to keep the peace. He was very much an advocate in that area: keeping peace, democracy and freedom alive in the Republic.

But, something still felt off about the senator from Naboo. Perhaps, he was imagining it. Thinking negatively on the senator due to his distrust of politicians in general.

Eventually, they arrived at a cross-section. The Jedi turned right where their shuttle awaited to be returned home. Senators Antilles and Fi'Lik said their goodbyes and wished them the best of luck with ending the tragedies at the Temple before departing back to their offices in the Senate. Senator Palpatine remained with Master Windu, still discussing on a topic Qui-Gon did not know.

Damask's footsteps slowed and eventually stopped just a yard away from the awaiting Jedi. "Please do not take my actions inside the Chancellor's office in ill form," he asked of Qui-Gon. "These attacks have put everyone on edge. Too many unknown questions can leave many in fear and cast doubt in the stability of not only the Republic, but of the Jedi Order."

"The Chancellor's demand for reports is a bit of an intrusion on your Order," Damask continued. "I'm sorry it came to that. I only wished for cooperation in order to stop these horrible attacks."

Qui-Gon lifted his chin a little, eyes narrowed. "You apologize for the Chancellor's intrusion, yet you don't apologize for your own," he commented, folding his arms. "Very hypocritical of you, Magister Damask. I'm curious…who's been telling you the insides of the Jedi Temple?"

Damask's kind smile faltered, but did not entirely disappear after Qui-Gon's confrontation. "Master Jinn…I have many friends! A great many who expressed their worries on these attacks. In fact, a few expressed concern for you," he said that made Qui-Gon's insides cold. "They informed me that you and your padawan were victims of the first attack. The explosion at the hanger. Very dreadful."

"It's good to see you are much better," Damask said, his tone caring enough to trick others into believing Damask was thankful for Qui-Gon better health. Qui-Gon, however, doubted the Muun actually cared about his life. "How about the padawan? Xanatos is his name, correct? I believe that is what Dooku told me."

Qui-Gon's fingers curled into fists in his sleeves as he took a great breath to release his frustration into the force. "My padawan is well," he decided to answer. "Thank you for your concern."

"Of course," he said, but there was a lack of actual meaning behind those words. "Again, I apologize if the meeting didn't go as plan. I hope you capture this menace before it wrecks more havoc on the Temple," Damask turned to walk away, but paused mid-step. "One dares not think to have a Republic without the Jedi Order."

"Then let's not."

Damask lips stretched into a thin smile. "Of course," he said. "Take good care. Pass on my regards to your master when you speak to him next."

With those parting words, Qui-Gon moved away, shedding the coldness that iced over him every minute he was with Damask. The banking clan leader was a vile creature in Qui-Gon's mind. He never quite understood Dooku's friendship with Damask. He understood Dooku was a political idealist and loved to discuss politics, he only wished it was with another politician that wasn't as power or money-driven as Damask.

Qui-Gon joined with the rest of his fellow companions where Senator Palpatine, seeing Qui-Gon's arrival began to bow out. "If the Jedi ever need assistance," he said. "Do not hesitate to contact me. You Jedi do so much for the galaxy. It is only fair for us to return the offer."

Senator Palpatine strolled away, going in the opposite direction from the Jedi, down the same corridor Damask took.

The four Jedi climbed aboard the shuttle. Master Yoda—who remained quiet during the entire meeting—sat upfront with Master Windu. Qui-Gon took his seat beside Master Sifo-Dyas, who stared pensively out the window.

The engine buzzed and the shuttle jolted, alerting the passengers they have taken off and returning home.

"The meeting had gone better than I predicted," Master Windu said to no one in particular.

"Did it?" Master Sifo-Dyas mumbled, turning away from the window. "The politicians have meddled into Jedi business. They demanded information that holds no concern for them."

Master Windu's eyebrows lifted barely. "I would not consider the reports to be intrusive. After all, we've reported business to the Senate before."

"That is in connection to political matters they requested counselling on," Master Sifo-Dyas rebuked. "These attacks are Jedi affairs. Not political affairs. They have no need to get themselves involved."

"They are not involved. We write the reports and present it to the Chancellor. We determine the facts and the amount of information to be released," Master Windu countered. "What I consider intrusion is how Magister Damask knew about the Padawan Kenobi's attack and the Zygerrian attack." Master Windu flashed a look to Qui-Gon. "Are you aware of how he got the information?"

All eyes flickered to Qui-Gon, who drew himself out of deep thoughts when Master Windu called to him. "He said friends informed him," he passed onto the three Jedi Council members. "However, he didn't receive enough details. He wasn't aware that it was my padawan attacked. His informers say little to him, but obviously enough to cause some damage."

Lines trenched Master Windu's forehead as he meditated over the information. "I believe we'll need to encourage the vow of confidentiality in the Temple again."

"It won't do any good," Qui-Gon said. "Cutting the Jedi off will only result in letting the citizens distrust us. And, besides, Magister Damask will find another way to gather information."

"I do not believe in cutting the Jedi off completely," Master Windu said. "I agree with Senator Palpatine that the Senate and Jedi Order need to work together to handle the problems of the Republic."

"Are you suggesting that the Jedi Order become soldiers for the Republic then?" Master Sifo-Dyas questioned.

Master Windu shook his head. "I would never suggest it. Jedi are keepers of the peace, Sifo-Dyas," he said. "But, I believe the Jedi Order should support the Republic as it stands for peace and freedom. Everything the Jedi Order believes in."

Qui-Gon arched his eyebrows at Master Windu. "Do not get ahead of yourself Mace," he warned. "The Republic may say they stand for peace and freedom, but there are politicians out there who are quite the opposite. We must follow the Force, for the Force will provide peace and freedom for the galaxy. Not the Republic."

"The Jedi Order is meant to keep the peace and freedom from dissolving, Qui-Gon. The Republic was formed by means of freedom and peace for the galaxy," Master Windu argued. "Therefore, it is our responsibility to keep the government from falling."

Qui-Gon did not agree. His time as a padawan with Dooku showed that the Republic wasn't necessarily a statue to peace and freedom for all the galaxy. His brief mingle with politicians displayed greed and corruption amongst even the most reverend politicians in the Senate. It is the reason Qui-Gon only followed the will of the Force for it was the only thing he could trust amongst the shady characters running the Republic. He did not bow to politicians' fancies or requests, rather he meditated on the questions before deciding if it was worth his time and effort.

Master Windu believed in the opposite. The institution itself was the statue of peace and freedom and must be protected at all costs.

"You believe the Jedi Order shall obey the commands of the Senate?" Master Sifo-Dyas asked.

"No," Master Windu replied, frostily. "The Jedi Order will not bow under politicians, but will work diligently to preserve the Republic. Even if it means working alongside the Senate."

Master Sifo-Dyas wagged a finger at Master Windu. "Careful Master," he warned. "Sounds like you're encouraging those misconceptions that the Jedi Order serves only the Senate." He sunk further in his seat, glancing momentarily out his window. "However, I am troubled about the Republic's safety."

All Jedi turned to Master Sifo-Dyas as he mindlessly stared at the window. He scratched his chin in thought. "Perhaps it's not a bad idea for the Republic to create an army."

Master Windu was repulsed by the suggestion. "An army?"

"To protect the Republic from those who wish it harm," Master Sifo-Dyas clarified. "Mace—you cannot obviously believe that the Jedi will constantly keep the peace for years to come. And, as you say, we are not soldiers. If war breaks out, the Republic will turn to the Jedi to protect them. To become soldiers as Magister Damask suggested."

Master Windu crossed his arms. "The Republic has no need for an army. It's at peace."

"For now, but I fear with the Sith's reemergence, that peace will die out soon enough," Master Sifo-Dyas confided. "And the Republic will look to the Jedi for protection. Are we willing to forgo our philosophies?"

"Sifo-Dyas," Master Windu spoke up, tone hardened, "creating an army will only encourage the idea that the Republic is using militaristic force to keep planets align. That will certainly have planets change their opinion on the Republic and cause secession."

"There are already planets considering secession from the Republic!" Master Sifo-Dyas proclaimed. "What if a planet secedes and builds an army of its own? What if they attack? The Jedi would be forced to become the Republic's army to protect it."

"We will forge peace before it will get to the point."

"And you're quite sure that it'll work? That we can just force peace on a disillusioned planet, especially planets that are lacking resources due to the Republic?"

"To keep the Republic and peace alive? Yes," Master Windu said, determined. "But you are forgetting, Master Sifo-Dyas. The Republic pledged to remain demilitarized. Therefore, your idea of creating an army is against the Republic."

Master Sifo-Dyas turned to Qui-Gon. "What do you think Qui-Gon? What is your standpoint?"

Qui-Gon forced an exhale as he gathered his bearings. "I do not wish to see a Republic army nor do I wish to see the Jedi become an army like it once was centuries ago," he said. "I prefer to rely on the Force to bring answers when trouble arises. Not on armies, politicians or even, on occasion, the Jedi Council."

That declaration earned him a couple hard glares from Master Windu and Master Sifo-Dyas. His admission to not following the Jedi Council would be considered blasphemy—treason to the Jedi Order. But, Qui-Gon will not lie. He believed the Council has failed to follow the will of the Force on occasion simply because it did not align to the ways of the Republic. Does it mean he does not believe in the Jedi Order? No. Qui-Gon believed in the Jedi Code, but saw it more like guidelines rather than rules. If the Force told him to forgo the Code, he would do so as he often told his padawan that the rules simply get in the way.

"And if the Force shows no answer? What then, Qui-Gon?" Master Sifo-Dyas said. "Are you willing to watch the destruction of the Jedi Order? The destruction of the Republic? The destruction of your own padawan?"

Qui-Gon's eyes hardened on Master Sifo-Dyas. "Do not drag my padawan into this."

"Padawan Kenobi is already involved. He's the target of the Sith," Master Sifo-Dyas stated, dismissing Qui-Gon's warning to keep Obi-Wan out of the conversation. "Tell me, Qui-Gon…how far are you willing to go to protect what you value?"

Qui-Gon was perplexed by Master Sifo-Dyas' question. "I'm not sure I understand the question," he said. "Are you asking what I would do to save the Jedi Order or the Republic?"

"I'm referring to your padawan."

Qui-Gon's heart thumped loudly in its cage. He studied Master Sifo-Dyas with a questionable gaze. "You think I hold my padawan above the Jedi Order?"

Master Sifo-Dyas shrugged. "You've done so before."

Qui-Gon frowned. "I've learned from my mistakes."

"Did you?"

Qui-Gon had the sudden urge to follow Anakin's example and leap out of the shuttle to get away from Master Sifo-Dyas' questioning. As he began to rise from his seat, the sound of a gimer stick thumping on the floor drew everyone's attention back to front.

"Enough!" Master Yoda declared, ears high and eyes alight with a new intensity. Master Yoda had yet to speak. He remained silent, even during the meeting with the politicians. He did not say a single word. He stayed as the observant guests, listening and watching others debate. That is until now, when he graveled his gimer stick into the floor to gain his fellow audience.

"No more talk. Focus on capturing Darth Tyranus, we must," Master Yoda ordered. "Bigger threat than politicians, the Sith is."

In a long time, Qui-Gon agreed with Master Yoda. He leaned back in his seat, turning away from the other Jedi to meditate. Carefully, he reached out through the Force to check on his padawan. The bond vibrated in return, his young padawan doing well. Qui-Gon smiled in relief knowing nothing bad occurred while away.

And, then he remembered Master Sifo-Dyas' comment. Qui-Gon pondered the accusation in meditation. He went over his treatment of Obi-Wan and compared it to his teaching of Xanatos. He was stricter with Obi-Wan, but not in the same manner as his old master. He encouraged Obi-Wan, but never let a fault of his slip past, unlike he used to do for Xanatos. He recognized all of Obi-Wan's faults and did his upmost to correct the more serious ones. He was proud to note Obi-Wan's anger settled since their first meeting. And, he also noted Obi-Wan began owning up to his own faults or mistakes, taking the full blame and doing his best to correct them. That trait was very unlike Xanatos, who blamed others for his wrongdoings or faults. His old padawan never took the blame. It was everyone else's fault.

Another half hour later, Qui-Gon awoke from his meditation when the shuttle landed at the Jedi Hanger. Master Yoda hopped out of his seat, steadily walking down the ramp as he issued Master Windu a command to gather the rest of the Council for a meeting in two hours. With the two senior members of the Council ahead, Qui-Gon called Master Sifo-Dyas back.

"To add onto our discussion earlier," Qui-Gon said to Master Sifo-Dyas, facing the Jedi Council master. Master Sifo-Dyas straightened his shoulders, becoming stoic in the face of Qui-Gon's large stature, "I treat Obi-Wan no more than you'd treat a padawan."

Master Sifo-Dyas titled his head, eyebrows raised perceptively. "That is not necessarily true," he said, mildly. "I've seen your interaction with the boy. Your padawan adores you. He even fears that you'll reject him again."

"And that means I hold him above the Jedi Order?"

"It means you have yet to reprimand him on attachments," Master Sifo-Dyas stated. "Instead, you are accepting it. Encouraging the boy's attachment to you."

Qui-Gon recognized that Obi-Wan grew attachments easily, but the boy was dedicated to following the Jedi Code. His expulsion from the Order forced him to become attached for survival reasons and his return to the Order made him a dedicated follower of the rules in order to avoid being expelled again. Qui-Gon understood this and did not blame the boy. In fact, Qui-Gon didn't see it as an attachment, but more as affection. Obi-Wan, when he met people he liked, grew an affection for them and would help them to the best of his ability. But, not at the expense of his principles. And, for that reason, Qui-Gon felt no need to be harsh with Obi-Wan on his attachments. It had yet to affect him or his training.

"I do not encourage the boy's attachment," Qui-Gon corrected Master Sifo-Dyas.

Master Sifo-Dyas chuckled, somewhat bewildered. "Oh…Qui-Gon," he murmured. "If Dooku was around, he would wonder what happened to his brilliant padawan." Master Sifo-Dyas slowed his laughter and eyed Qui-Gon. "You claim you don't encourage the boy's attachment; yet, you ban the Council from interfering with his training. You've grown overly protective of him. Your own fear of losing him heightens his attachment."

"Look at his older self," Master Sifo-Dyas commented. "I've seen Master Kenobi. He's indeed an admirable Jedi Knight, but there's still that longing for you. Everything you say, he and Skywalker follow. They even abandoned a Council meeting on your command!"

Qui-Gon remembered that night when he ordered Jedi Kenobi and Anakin to follow him out. They did so with no disagreement or approval from the Council. Then there was Anakin proclaimation that they would never betray him or disappoint him, followed by a hug—an action Jedi frown upon. Of course, those were the only exceptions. Master Sifo-Dyas had yet to be around the two Jedi enough to know that they did not necessarily obeyed his every command. Jedi Kenobi did not listen to him to keep his padawan safe. Anakin detoured from instruction and taught his padawan rather than take him to class. And, most recently, they did not follow orders to go to the Halls of Healing. If Sifo-Dyas witnessed these disobedient acts, he would think differently.

However, Master Sifo-Dyas was correct in saying that there was still longing. He saw it from both Anakin and Jedi Kenobi. Though Jedi Kenobi attempted to keep a distance, Qui-Gon could see that his interaction with the young man brought a peaceful yearning. A jubilant sense of happiness! Anakin's manner of showing off and gobbling up all his words alongside Jedi Kenobi's effort to help him and talk all pointed to signs of…attachment.

When Qui-Gon looked back to Master Sifo-Dyas, he saw that the master wasn't smug. Only hesitant. "I'm not trying to lecture you, Qui-Gon," he said carefully. "I'm only speaking out of concern for your future and your padawan's future. Attachments are problematic. You know this to be true."

"If you accept his attachments, he will only pass it onto his padawans" Master Sifo-Dyas continued. "Perhaps, he already did?"

It was a remark to Anakin. It was not hard to miss. When Master Sifo-Dyas reached over to check Kenobi's head injury, Anakin pulled him away. He was worried for Jedi Kenobi and felt protective over him. He distrusted Master Sifo-Dyas for some odd reason and wished only for a healer to check on Jedi Kenobi (though that was probably a ruse to cover up his action). Anakin stayed close to Jedi Kenobi, always standing beside him or walking in sync with the older Jedi. They had even slept on the same couch. And, Anakin's affection for Jedi Kenobi extended to the padawan. When he wasn't helping Obi-Wan learn to wield a lightsaber, he teased the boy like an older brother would do to a younger sibling.

But, Anakin wasn't the only one at fault. Jedi Kenobi was just as protective as Anakin was. Whereas Anakin used physical intimidation to protect his friend, Jedi Kenobi used his words. Jedi Kenobi urged Qui-Gon to be lenient with Anakin or excused Anakin's behavior and took fault for it. And, if he remember correctly, Jedi Kenobi held onto Anakin when they shared the sleep couch so the young man wouldn't fall off.

They're feelings for each other were deeply rooted. So deep that their bond grew from it, strengthening as time went on. Qui-Gon had never seen a bond as strong as theirs and he even doubted Master Yoda has ever seen a bond like theirs in all his years in the Jedi. The bond kept them in sync with one another, able to read thoughts and adjust to the other. He witnessed it in the way they walk, talk, sat, ate and even when they fought. They knew each other intimately that it must be hard for either of them to hide anything from the other.

And, it must be very hard to be separated.

Qui-Gon held himself together, closing his eyes for a moment. "Obi-Wan Kenobi will be a great Jedi Knight," he said, opening his eyes. "Attachments or not, he will be one of the best Jedi Knights to walk through the Temple."

Master Sifo-Dyas exhaled in defeat. "That may be true," he accepted. "But I still sense that his attachments will hinder him and everyone else."

With that statement, Master Sifo-Dyas turned and departed from the hanger, leaving Qui-Gon alone to contemplate the dangers of attachments. More importantly, the dangers his padawan may cause if Qui-Gon continued to allow Obi-Wan to have attachments.

Obi-Wan's morning was quiet.

After sending off his master to the Senate, he returned to the apartments with Anakin and Jedi Kenobi. Anakin spent most of his time in the common space, working on something on the table before moving to repair the broken droid in the corner. Within an hour, the common space turned into a junkyard. Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure how to explain the situation to Qui-Gon upon his return. Qui-Gon enjoyed simplicity and nature. The scattered droid parts and tools only distorted that image.

Jedi Kenobi spent his time either meditating or doing small chores around the apartment. Then, he would call Obi-Wan over, quizzing him on different topics to "keep his mind sharp". Obi-Wan felt it was more like an interrogation than a quiz. After answering question after question, Anakin poked his head up from the droid and told Jedi Kenobi to give Obi-Wan a break. Jedi Kenobi agreed and reminded Obi-Wan to check his leg to ensure no infection grew along the scar. Obi-Wan did and returned to the common space with a book to read, spending the next hour reading on cultural differences between planetary systems. In between reading, he occasionally eavesdropped on Anakin and Jedi Kenobi's conversations. They discussed things from Anakin's droid to Qui-Gon's political meeting. Obi-Wan perked up upon that discussion. He wanted to know more about why his master had to go to the Senate. He managed to catch a few things such as the meeting was about the recent attacks and the need to ease the politicians' minds. Anakin informed Jedi Kenobi that he passed along information to Qui-Gon that might be helpful. And, that is when they began to bicker. It appeared that the older Kenobi still distrusted politicians as much as he did. But, Anakin did not. He kept insisting that many were good people, but Jedi Kenobi could not agree as experiences said otherwise.

A beeping sound drowned out their argument. Obi-Wan looked to the clock and realized he needed to head off to class. He expected only one of them to drop him off, but was surprised when both Anakin and Jedi Kenobi joined him in the turbolift. Obi-Wan thought, at first, Anakin was going to teach him again, but Jedi Kenobi assured him they were taking him directly to his lessons. They were not interested in disobeying Qui-Gon again.

The turbolift came to a halt and they exited, strolling down the corridor where they were greeted with questionable glances. Obi-Wan wondered if the two Jedi Knights knew of the attention they gathered wherever they went. No one came up to them. They all politely minded their business, only sneaking a peak at them or leaning closer to catch a word of their discussion. Then, they would cast their gaze on him, wondering what a young padawan would be doing hanging out with these unknown Jedi Knights.

Obi-Wan felt the same way. How in the world did he become special enough to warrant this type of attention? He was just a young, foolish boy with minor training in the Force. And, now, he is being guarded by his older self and another Knight from the future to stop an assassination attempt by a time-traveling Sith Lord. It was ridiculous! All of it! A year ago, he was never to become a Jedi. And, now he's being protected at all cost. And even more ridiculous is that he'll grow up to become the man walking beside him: a talented, powerful and indefinitely calm Jedi Knight.

Obi-Wan was thankful they arrived at the door to his class, ready to go and spend time with his friends and keep his focus away from the whole life and death situation. Before he could push the door open, Jedi Kenobi held him back, pulling him away.

He squatted down to his level, making Obi-Wan feel embarrassingly short. "Take this."

Obi-Wan accepted a comlink from Jedi Kenobi's hand. He examined it with a quiet thought, pondering the importance of this particular comlink. He still had his old one, though it was somewhere in his bedroom. He turned the small comlink over and found it was nothing particularly interesting.

"Okay," he said, pocketing it on his utility belt.

Anakin leaned over him, his tall presence overshadowing him. "I designed it myself," he said, proud. "It has a wide transmission range. You can be half way across the galaxy and still be able to contact us."

Obi-Wan dropped his eyes back to the comlink. That was certainly impressive and Garen would greatly be envious of the gadget.

"This is important, padawan," Jedi Kenobi said and Obi-Wan looked back up. "For emergencies or if you ever feel in danger, you want to press these two buttons simultaneously."

Obi-Wan stared at the two grey buttons in the corner of the comlink. "What will it do?"

"It'll alert us," Anakin answered. "It'll send us your location. You hit those buttons and we'll be there is seconds. I even programmed it to work if your comlink is off."

Obi-Wan gaped at the comlink again. He no longer cared about the comlink Qui-Gon gave to him when he returned to the Temple from Bandomeer. This comlink was three times better and could not wait to show Garen. How did Anakin even build this gadget? This one-of-a-kind gadget could sell millions to the populace at large. Anakin could make a fortune…if he wasn't a Jedi.

"So, please," Jedi Kenobi spoke up again, "take care of it. Do not lose it."

"I won't."

"And remember to press those two buttons whenever you feel you're in danger," Jedi Kenobi insisted. "Don't be brave—be smart! Darth Tyranus is a more powerful adversary than you."

Heat radiated the back of Obi-Wan's neck. He knew better than to fight a Sith Lord! He knew he was not talented or strong enough to fight off a Sith Lord's attack. One look at his scarred leg will remind him of that. Why did he have to rub it in his face?

"I know," he said, shortly.

Anakin bent over and whispered to Jedi Kenobi. "I think you hurt your own feelings."

Jedi Kenobi sighed, glancing from Anakin to Obi-Wan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you," he apologized. "I…I know you. And, I don't want you to make a mistake."

"I know." Obi-Wan really wanted to get to class now.

Jedi Kenobi nodded once, rising to his feet. "All right, go on ahead," he said, gesturing to the classroom's door. "Pay attention. Listen to the instructor. And, don't get into any fights."

"And, if you do get into any fights—" Anakin began, but abruptly cut off by Jedi Kenobi.

"He will not get into any fights," Jedi Kenobi growled at Anakin. The younger Knight playfully smirked at Jedi Kenobi, amused by the warning rather than taking it seriously. Jedi Kenobi returned his attention back to Obi-Wan, his tone lighter.

"Have fun," he said to Obi-Wan. "One of us will be here when it's over."

Obi-Wan thanked them for escorting him to his class and for the comlink. He waved them goodbye as he pressed the door to open. The door hissed open and he hurried inside to join his class. He glanced over his shoulder where Anakin and Jedi Kenobi stood on the other side, watching him leave. Anakin leaned and whispered something to Jedi Kenobi that made the older Jedi roll his eyes and Anakin to laugh. Then, in seconds, the door shut closed, separating the padawan from his guardians.

Though separated at the moment, Obi-Wan could easily command for their presence by touching the two buttons. In seconds, they would burst through the door to come to his aid. In a way, he's not really separated from them.

Obi-Wan scanned the training room. Unlike the one from last night, this one was not in a pile of rubble and it had no windows anywhere. The only entry point were the doors he came through and he doubted the Sith Lord would walk through those doors. With a quick glance, he spied Master Cin Drallig speaking to another master in the corner while lagging padawan came through the door behind him, brushing against him. Hushed whispers rumbled the training room as padawans bunched together in tight circles to privately discuss.

Obi-Wan cared little for the gossip. He assumed the topic of conversation was about yesterday's attack. They must all be discussing theories or passing along tidbits of information that was probably exaggerated. Though Jedi like to think of themselves above pettiness, they still fell prey to the social conventions of sharing news. Obi-Wan hardly trusted the information they said. Again, it was probably exaggerated to gain a bigger audience or attention.

It didn't bother Obi-Wan. He was there for the whole thing. He didn't need to encourage their gossiping or bring any attention to himself. If anyone in the class heard he was there at the beginning, he feared they would hound him, throwing questions and demanding answers. And, Obi-Wan could not deal with that at the moment. He had no need to talk about what happened last night. If he did, he would not discuss it with his fellow padawans as they would be more interested in the battle itself than his emotions. Instead, he would seek out either his master or Anakin or even his older self.

Obi-Wan maneuvered his way through the group, trying to find his small group of friends. Cranking his neck, he finally spotted Garen. He waved, catching Garen's attention immediately. His friend stopped talking with the other padawan and swept across to Obi-Wan.

As Garen drew closer, Obi-Wan noticed the slightly paled complexion, the widening eyes and the shaking of his friend's hands. Garen looked stunned and painfully afraid. It was an expression he never imagined to see on Garen's face.

"Garen?" Obi-Wan asked, quietly. "You all right? You aren't looking very—"

Garen gripped Obi-Wan's shoulders with both hands, pinching Obi-Wan's arms to his body. Obi-Wan winced, but his pain was not noticed by his friend. Garen looked straight at Obi-Wan, his tone stressed and low.

"The Sith is trying to kill you!"

Obi-Wan's heart plummeted.