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"aaaa"-talking out loud."aaaa"-talking through a holo. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. aaaaa-talking through a Bond

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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Analise looked like the old pictures of angels he had seen on the holonet as the setting sun hit her. Her bed was pushed against the wall and under the window. Qui-Gon liked that. It was how the bed in her room was set. Analise liked to look out the window when she was going to bed.

Everything in the room was white and that made he frown a little. When Analise woke up, all the white might be too bright for her eyes. He used the Force to dim the lights so that they wouldn't hurt when she woke-up. Another wave and a chair sailed to him. Qui-Gon set it by the bed.

Che had told him that Analise was in stable condition, healing well. She would wake up soon. In a day or two she could return to her room in Qui-Gon's quarters. 'Our quarters' he thought to himself.

Qui-Gon picked up Analise's right hand in both of his. How small her hand was compared to his! That small hand only served to remind him that Analise was fragile, breakable. She would probably always be this fragile, this breakable. Qui-Gon knew he would have to push himself to let her roam free. He could not lock her away in a cage no matter how much he wished he could.

A wave of pride filled him and he pushed it a little along their Bond to her. He wanted her to know how proud of her he was that she didn't give in, that she survived.

"I don't need to hear anything official from the Council Analise. You have the heart of a Jedi and that's enough for me." He reached into the small bag that hung from his belt and pulled out a small sliver chain. On it was strung beads of different colors and designs. Some were dangles that softly clacked together as he clasped the chain around the small, thin wrist.

"This is yours Ana. I guess you forgot to put it on the other day. I found it on the dresser in your room and have kept with me ever since." He gently touched one of the beads and smiled. "When I first asked you about it you told me it was your Padawan bracelet, a gift from your first Da. A Padawan bracelet instead of a braid. It seems only fitting that I return it to you since the Force has seen fit to give you to me as a Padawan and a daughter.."

Qui-Gon reached out to smooth some hair back from her face. "Most Jedi never think about what their lives would be like if they weren't Jedi, but I have." He smiled. "I always knew that if I wasn't a Jedi I would want a family, a big one. It was a dream though, just a dream. Never did I think that it would come true, that the Force would grant it."

He bowed his head over the hand clasped in his. "Please Force guide me on this path. Help me be the best father and mentor I can be to the young lives you have given me charge of..."

"Da?"

There was a tug and a poke at his and Analise's Bond. Qui-Gon lifted his head, a few tears escaping from his blue-grey eyes as he gazed at the blinking, sleepy sky-blue eyes that studied his face. "Ana."

"You're crying." She slowly lifted her left hand to his face, lightly touching a wet spot left over from a tear. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm happy Ana. You're awake and safe and going to be okay." He chuckled. "You also called me Da."

"I did?" She blushed, her pale face turning bright red. "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine little one. I couldn't be happier."

"I decided it while you were gone." Analise smiled shyly. "The Force wants you to be my Da right?" Qui-Gon nodded. "So you'll be my new Da. Is it alright if I call you Da when it's just us and Anakin and Obi-Wan? And I can call Obi-Wan and not Master when it's just us too right?"

"You can call me Da whenever you feel like it and Obi-Wan would be more then happy to stop being Master Kenobi." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Da, where's Ani? Where's Obi-Wan?"

"They're in their quarters. Anakin needed rest and so do you. You'll see them tomorrow." She pouted a little.

"Can't I stay up?"

"No Analise."

"Then can I at least leave here?" She gazed around the room. "I really don't feel comfortable staying in the Healer's Ward." Qui-Gon laughed. If there was any doubt to anyone that the she wasn't meant to be his, then that simple comment should blow that doubt anyway. Like the three males in her life, Analise did not like staying in the Healer's Ward.

"I am afraid that Che wants you to stay here for a day or two." The pout grew and her gaze darted around the room.

I wonder if I could fit inside the vents.

Don't even think about it Analise.

You could hear that?

Yes I could. As soon as your better we're going to start work on your control of the Force and making of shields Ana.

Yes Da...are you sure I can't get out of here?

Go to sleep Analise.