Thanks for the reviews! So glad you're still liking the fic! I think it was ewen who asked if this would turn into a romance fic- answer is most certainly No. That's the reason I put a good 6 years between Obi and any of my own characters and a whole lot of years between Qui and my own characters. Nope, no romance. *Knows she's crazy, no need to remind, I just don't write romance at all really*  I still read em though, lol!

Hmm..I'm hoping this little note will get on here before someone reports me in or something, lol. For some reason chapter 5 wasn't working for a few people so I had to remove it and repost, which is why it looks as though I posted it twice. Sorry!

Ch. 5 The Shadow's Forgiveness

Time of Glass

Carlie closed her eyes and leaned away from the man's chest and head as she saw Aden, with half a dozen men with him, round the corner quickly, blasters drawn. She was well aware of the jult in the man and the warm specks that hit her face and neck.

Tumbling to the ground with the now limp body she scrambled to stand again. Explosions rocked the area and corridors near as the other four released their detonators. The next thing she was aware of was heat and fire, then a voice asking if she was alright. Not bothering to reply, she broke into a run away from the area and down the corridor.

"Carlie! Wai- Where are you going?!" It was Aden, he must have ran after her.

"My office!" She shouted back taking the stairs two at a time and pulling herself on the rail two times faster.

"What?! Why?! We need your help!" Aden said, taking two at a time easy with his height.

"It's Ben and the Jedi. The first explosion, it was in my office." Carlie said grabbing a doctor she knew well while he was running the other way.

"Wh-"

"Come with me." She ordered, practically dragging him along.

"Carl-" The doctor stopped as he saw the small flames still burning at her office door and the black burn marks on the outside of it.

Qui-Gon hadn't touched him, he was worried about hurting him further. Apon closer look, Obi-Wan was breathing, but labored.  He'd been in the process of using the Force to survey his injuries when Grandai and another person came in. Avoiding hot spots, they made their way to them.

The other person was cursing continuously as they totally ignored Jinn and rounded Kenobi to see his face clearer.

"Did you touch him?" The man asked.

"N-no." Qui-Gon said shifting back.

"Ben?" Carlie leaned sideways to peer at his closed eyes. "Neiv utily, tusin bical. Faign kier nei." (My brother, wake up. Respond to me.) "Faign kier nei."

Obi-Wan's hand flexed slightly, this was quickly followed by fast hitch of his already labored breathing.

"Segh luin." (Good boy.) Carlie said, Kenobi's mostly subconsious actions disappeared.

"We need to get him in a bacta tank, quickly." The man said.

"His left lung is losing pressure, it may collapse if you move him too roughly. Burns vary on angle, his right side is worse than his left. No brain damage that I can tell."

The two doctors looked surprised at Jinn.

"I-"

"I know what you did." Carlie said rather icily, stopping his statement.

"There's a hover bed half way down the hall, on the side, go get it." She ordered.

Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan.

"If you want to help him, please, get the hover bed." Carlie instructed firmly. Qui-Gon normally didn't take to being talked down to by a younger person, but in this situation he didn't care and left the still heated room quickly.

"Does he know?" Dr. Rewer questioned accusingly.

"Of course not." Carlie told him sternly. "You were told not to question me." She reminded rather kindly.

He didn't do anything for a moment, then nodded.

Later

The other blasts that morning had harmed minimal people, and those who were, were released soon after for the most part. Obi-wan, or Ben, Kenobi seemed to be the only one wounded badly.

"You shouldn't be here." Carlie said to the shadow standing in the doorway.

"Are you going to throw me out?" Jinn questioned entering further. He'd been here all day, Carlie had just arrived when he wasn't there for a few minutes. Obi-Wan remained floating dully in the bacta tank.

"I will." The large humanoid, TiFin, said from the shadows.

"No you won't." Carlie said tightly, glaring at TiFin. "He's responding to his presence." She said nodding towards the slightly moving-- mortally burned-- youth inside the large tank who was turning his head slightly towards Jinn.

Qui-Gon cautiously approached, he could probably over power TiFin with the aide of the Force, but that wasn't why he was taking his approach slowly. Grandai was thinking about something as she watched Kenobi move slightly here and there.

 "Muscle tissue has been nearly distroyed on many angles of his body. It will leave him with little muscle on his right side, mostly his leg. Physical therapy will be a must, even if you use bodial refiguration." She said suddenly, then took a breath and added. "He has no brain damage, thankfully…that's about the only part of him that won't need surgery. The scars from after all of this can be removed and he can go back to the way he looked exactly with particular surgeries."

"In the end?" Qui-Gon asked lowly.

"I think he'll be fine." Carlie nearly whispered. "But…"

Qui-Gon looked at her, his momentary relief vanishing.

"I think he should go to the Jedi Temple."

Jinn frowned slightly confused.

"For now." She said quickly, seeing his look. "For treatment. They're more advanced than us. The damage to his lungs bothers me, and we don't have what would help him. Truthfully, if this wasn't Ben, I'd be telling you to prepar for services. It looks as though he inhaled an actual flame or extremly hot air, which I don't doubt. His esophagus is burned, that's an odd but probable occurrence. With that, the entire way into his lungs. When he gets out of here, he'll need breathing assistance for a long while I'm sure. He'll be in good hands at the Temple, I'm certain. He will choose what to do after that, not me and not you." She said in a warning.

"I know." Qui-Gon said firmly. This doctor was pushing her limit with him.

"Good." She said curtly. "Master Healer An-Paj will be here to oversee the transfer within 45 minutes." She added, glancing at Obi-Wan and heading for the door quickly TiFin following.

"You said if it wasn't Ben you'd be telling me to make services…Why not when it is him?" Qui-Gon asked.

Carlie turned at the door, allowing TiFin to pass without her. "Because Ben is a fighter. He won't give up." There was almost defiance in her voice. She talked more to Obi-Wan then Qui-Gon, for that was where she was looking.

With that she left and Qui-Gon summoned the chair he'd been seated in before. Taking a seat he watched the boy float aimlessly in the thick liqiud.

/You had better fight Obi-Wan. Don't give up on me. Not now./ 

Tbc…

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