As Obi-Wan Kenobi sat, looking out at the view from the ship he was on, an uneasy emotion began to stir in his chest. He was nervous. Nervous of what he might find out. Nervous of the reaction from his relatives when they found out he knew the truth. In many ways he already knew what their reaction would be. He'd been playing out the whole scene in his mind for days now. Ever since he had told Qui-Gon he wanted to talk to his aunt and uncle, he'd been anxious. Qui-Gon had been so understanding. He'd made the transport arrangements and now Obi-Wan was a few hours away from getting all his answers. His aunt and uncle thought he was coming for his regular visit. They had no idea what lay in store for them. Obi-Wan didn't even know how he was going to bring it up.

As Qui-Gon Jinn's comforting hand touched his shoulder Obi-Wan's thoughts were disturbed and he turned his head to face him.
"We're almost there," Qui-Gon said softly.
"Thank you Master," Obi-Wan smiled.
"For what?" Qui-Gon said confused.
"Everything. Being so perceptive about all this." Qui-Gon tightened his grip on Obi-Wan's shoulder as he stared down at him.
"This is important to you, I know it. I have done what I can, the rest is up to you." He paused and Obi-Wan knew that there was more he wanted to say.
"Mace is very troubled," he started. "He doesn't know where your relationship with him lies."
"Neither do I," Obi-Wan replied, looking back out the window.
"I'm not here to domineer you Obi-Wan, but I strongly suggest a talk with Mace when we get back." Obi-Wan knew Qui-Gon was right, as usual. He sighed as glanced back up at Qui-Gon.
"I-"
"Qui-Gon sir, we need you in controls," came a voice through the intercom. Obi-Wan didn't look at all troubled by being interrupted.
"I'll be right back," he said turning and walking away.

Obi-Wan sank back deeper into his chair and closed his eyes. He thought about the Jedi temple and what Takira and Derhai would be doing at this precise moment. Having fun. He thought miserably. Having tonnes of fun, without me. Obi-Wan could now see the grey gleam of the planet Molex coming into sight. It looked like such a dull, lifeless planet on the outside. But when the ship reached the docking bay, Obi-Wan remembered why he loved this planet so much. The trees towered above his head, some of them even taller than the buildings in Coruscant and the yellow native flower, Kaylex, bloomed all around him.

As he walked down the ramp with Qui-Gon at his side, Obi-Wan saw his aunt and uncle walking towards them. His smiled broadly and Qui-Gon noticed this immediately. He was very concerned about Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon didn't know how he was going to confront the people that he still loved so much, when he risked loosing them.
"Aunt Zita'la, uncle Rowan," he said as he hugged them both.
"My darling boy, I'm so happy to see you," she said hugging him. Qui-Gon noted that there was nothing unusual about the tone of her voice. He also noted that Zita'la looked more radiant than Qui-Gon remembered. Her long auburn hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her eyes shone with a rare gleam.
"Obi-Wan," his uncle said, giving him a smiled and the briefest nod.
"Qui-Gon," he said again in the same way, turning to face Qui-Gon. He nodded back and realized that Rowan was getting very old. Strands of grey flecked his blond hair that was beginning to turn an odd whitish colour and there were deep, dark marks under his eyes.
"Well, now that we've said our hellos I think it's time to get sorted, don't you think Rowan?" Zita'la said, ordering her husband.
"Oh yes," he grunted. He motioned towards Qui-Gon's bags, but Qui-Gon put a hand on Rowan's.
"I can manage," he said softly. Rowan looked a little taken aback. Qui-Gon suspected no one had ever said that to him before. He just turned around and picked up Obi-Wan's bags. Obi-Wan was too excited to notice. As his aunt led him towards the transport vehicle, with Rowan tagging behind, Qui-Gon sensed a disturbance in Force. Quite a strong one as well. He looked around, but there was no one else there, besides the four of them and a security droid. He dismissed it and started walking again towards the vehicle.

When they were all seated, the driver took off and fifteen minutes had past before they reached their house. As Qui-Gon stepped out with his bags he gazed up at the house. It had been a while since he'd been there and the house hadn't changed one bit. It was a four-story high grey marble manor with at least twenty large windows in the front. The huge doorway was at the top of a long staircase that curled upwards and Qui-Gon decided he'd better get a move on if he wanted to reach the top before sunset. As he looked back at Obi-Wan, happily offloading his bags, an uneasy feeling struck him. The feeling that this whole trip had been in vain and that Obi-Wan didn't have all the courage that he thought he did. No Qui-Gon, you're underestimating Obi-Wan again! He thought to himself bitterly. The journey up the stairs took quicker than Qui-Gon thought, and when he reached the top he waited for the others. They were taken inside and Qui-Gon was shown his room that was at the end of a long corridor. Obi-Wan went straight to his and flung himself down on his bed.

It's so good to be home, no, Obi-Wan focus! He thought to himself. The Jedi temple is home, these people who claim to love you are liars! He felt the tears starting to build up and he closed his eyes to calm his mind. Tonight, I'll do it tonight. Just then there was a knock at the door and as the handle turned Obi-Wan let out a sigh. His aunt stepped inside and looked and him merrily.
"I'm so glad to see you," she said softly, but there was something about her tone of voice that made Obi-Wan very weary.
"Me too," he said. She came over and gave him another hug.
"So how long are you and Qui-Gon staying?"
"Few days, I need to get back to the temple though." Obi-Wan could tell that by the expression on her face that he had touched on a sensitive subject.
"Ah yes, the temple. The Jedi temple," she said, almost mockingly.
"I really am glad to see you," he said, changing the subject. She smiled again as she walked towards the door.
"Your uncle and I have something special planned for the two of you tonight. I'll go and tell Qui-Gon that we'll be expecting both of you downstairs at eight."
"Okay Aunt Zita'la," he smiled as she closed the door behind her.

In Qui-Gon's room, the atmosphere was pretty much the same. He was very anxious and when Zita'la entered he straightened himself.
"Nice to see you again, Qui-Gon," she greeted as she entered his room.
"Always a pleasure," he said, as he kissed her hand.
"Haven't lost your touch," she smiled, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. Qui-Gon moved uncomfortably as she touched the side of his cheek.
"Did you come here for a reason?" he asked, moving away from her to stand by the window. She seemed amused and stayed where she was.
"I'm expecting you and Obi-Wan at a special function I've planned tonight," she cooed.
"You planned it all by yourself, what about you husband?" Qui-Gon said, trying to prove a point.
"He doesn't play a major part in my life anymore if that's what you're asking," she whispered in his ear. Qui-Gon stirred because he hadn't heard her move over to him. Qui-Gon was one of the greatest Jedi Masters around, but when it came to Zita'la all his powers failed him. Qui-Gon turned around to face her and she moved forward to kiss him, but he moved out of her way.
"No, that's not what I was asking," he said.
"Too bad. I'll see you tonight then," she said, her gold robes swaying as she walked out the door, not even looking back at Qui-Gon. He went and sat on the edge of his bed, trying to meditate on what had just happened.
"If I wasn't doing this for Obi-Wan I wouldn't give this planet a second thought," he said to himself.

When it was eight o'clock, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, both smartly dressed in their cleanest robes, walked down to the main hall and were directed to the dinning room where they sat and waited.
"Master, I sense something, a disturbance," Obi-Wan said suddenly. As if he had voiced his own thoughts Qui-Gon looked at his apprentice and frowned.
"I sensed it when we first got here, but I think that-"
"Aaaah, I see you are already ready and waiting," came Zita'la's voice from the far end of the room. She was dripping in jewellery and had Rowan trailing behind her like a lost accessory.
"So what's the big surprise?" Obi-Wan said just a tad suspicious.
"Why haven't you guessed, it's a dinner of course, to celebrate you coming back to us," she said, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Of course," Obi-Wan replied. And what a meal it was, they ate until Obi-Wan could actually see his tummy getting larger with every bite. He wasn't used to this much food and he was beginning to feel major withdrawal symptoms. Qui-Gon on the other hand had become very weary.

"Aunt Zita'la. Tell me again about my mother," Obi-Wan suddenly said. She didn't seem to mind the question at all.
"She was a no good woman who had no principals whatsoever. A very spoilt child in her youth." Obi-Wan kept his cool as he curled his hand up into a fist.
"And my father?" Obi-Wan added. Zita'la looked at him with her narrowed eyes and smirked.
"Why all the questions my boy?"
"Just curious. We never talked about them much."
"There's nothing to say, they didn't want you," she snapped. That's the response Obi-Wan had been expecting because when she realized her tone of voice, she shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
"That's funny, because the story that I got was almost exactly the opposite." The atmosphere in the room hung thick as Zita'la and Rowan exchanged glances.
"And exactly what story was that?"
"All I want is to hear the truth from you, that's all. I love both of you, but you're making it very hard for me to trust you." Qui-Gon, who had been listening intently smiled at his apprentices' comment. He was becoming more and more wise with every passing moment.

"You want the truth. Okay," everyone turned and looked at Rowan who hadn't spoken a word since he entered the dinning room.
"We received a message that Mace Windu was searching for your relatives and we recognised you parents names straight away, your mother being your aunt's sister-"
"Shut up you twit!" Zita'la said from across the table. Obi-Wan had only heard her talk like that once, and it was in his dream, while she was talking to Mace, just before they left the temple. That voice, that evil voice made him uneasy, made him fear her.
"No! I will not be quiet. I've been quiet for fifteen years and now it's time for the truth." he turned to Obi-Wan and smiled.
"Both your parents loved you and if it wasn't for your aunt's stupid idea of revenge, you'd have never left the Jedi temple when you were young."
"Revenge?" Obi-Wan said confused.
"Your mother was the favourite, everyone loved Aria," Zita'la said, standing up and walking around the table.
"I was the first one who met your father, Caleb Kenobi, and she stole him from right underneath my nose," her voice was even more menacing and evil than ever.
"So you see, I made her only son hate her and I stole his affection, what better or sweeter revenge can there be?"
"You're sick," Obi-Wan said, standing up to face his aunt.
"Sick, me? No my dear boy, you're blind. All those years I told you how your mother never loved you and you father deserted the two of you, and you believed me."
"Stop this Zita'la," Qui-Gon said firmly.
"Don't ever tell me what to do, ever," she snarled at him.

"Uncle Rowan. I'm sorry for ever thinking badly about you," Obi-Wan said softly.
"But you," he said, turning to his aunt, "I don't know you." The disturbance that Qui-Gon had sensed earlier in the Force had come back stronger than ever and, as if Obi-Wan felt it too; he turned to look at him.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon suddenly shouted. He turned around and came face-to-face with his aunt who had drawn a blaster from her robes and fired. The next thing Obi-Wan knew, he had been knocked onto the floor and someone cried out in pain. He scrambled around and saw his uncle clutching the top of his leg. Qui-Gon drew his lightsaber and faced Zita'la.

"This is unnecessary," he said sternly and she laughed.
"We could've made a good team. Too bad I have to kill your apprentice," she directed her blaster towards Obi-Wan, who was attending to his uncle and her threatening eyes flickered. Qui-Gon knocked her onto the floor with his lightsaber handle and she twisted to get her blaster. Zita'la fired at Qui-Gon, but he deflected it and the blaster ricocheted off the wall and hit Zita'la in the back. She stood stationary for a spilt second and then fell to the floor, dead. There was a tremor in the force as she died. Qui-Gon powered down his lightsaber and hurried over to help Obi-Wan with his uncle. A pool of sticky blood was forming around them and his was losing consciousness.
"He's losing blood, we have to get help," Qui-Gon said quickly.
"Wait," Obi-Wan, said. He slipped his hand into his tunic pocket, and revealed the healing crystal that Takira had given him.
"It's not safe," Qui-Gon said but Obi-Wan gave him a certain look.
"I have to try," he breathed. He placed the crystal between his palm and his uncle's until a deep, dark red glow was emitted between the two of them. The crystal drew him nearer and held onto Obi-Wan as if he was it's only hope for survival. Obi-Wan could feel the life being sucked away from him through his fingertips. All his energy and endurance was failing him. When he couldn't hold one anymore, he fell apart from him uncle and hit the floor with a hard thud. Everything was still and silent.

Obi-Wan slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold stone floor. A chilly breeze blew around him and he stood up to see where he was. All around him, there was blackness, a dark infinite blackness that seemed to dwell forever. He folded his arms and shivered. Never had he been so cold and alone. Then suddenly, far away in the distance he saw a pinprick of light. He reached his hand out to touch it, and it suddenly grew bigger. It grew and grew until Obi-Wan could faintly make out the outline of a person.
"Qui-Gon," he whimpered, shielding his face from the light.
"No Obi-Wan. It's me." Obi-Wan dropped his hands and gaped in astonishment. A woman dresses in long pure white robes stood in front of him. Her long auburn hair swayed behind her and her blue eyes sparkled at Obi-Wan. She was extremely beautiful.
"Mother?" he squeaked like a lost child.
"My son," Aria answered him, never letting her smile escape her face.
"Am I, am I dead?"
"No Obi-Wan, far, far from it." She moved forward towards him and it looked as if she was floating in mid air.
"Why am I here?"
"I needed to see you. My, my you're handsome," Aria said, touching the tip of his nose.
"All these years I-I thought you never, l-loved me and now, now I'm here," he stammered, tears beginning to fall from his eyes.
"I loved your father and I loved you. Your aunt could not see that because she was too blinded by her hatred for me." Aria wiped a tear from Obi-Wan's cheek and he smiled at her.
"I love you, and I know that you're going to be a great man like your father. I know you're going to grow up to do great things and change many lives for the better."
"I love you too," Obi-wan said, throwing his arms around her neck.
"It's time to go my son, but I'll be with you, always."
"No, not yet," he said frantically.
"Goodbye," Aria said and as she walked away the light went fading with her.
"No, mother!" Obi-Wan shouted running into the blackness after her. But it was no use she was gone. Obi-Wan's head began to feel woozy and he stopped to steady himself. But it was no use; he lay down on the ground, dizzy and cold and closed his eyes.

"I think he's waking up."
"No, I think you've been here for too long. Get some rest Qui-Gon."
"I'm not leaving until I know-"
"Uhh…" Obi-Wan moaned as he tired to move. The voices that he could hear hovering over him and suddenly come closer and someone was holding his hand. As Obi-Wan tired with difficulty to open his eyes, he could see a blurred outline of Qui-Gon and Mace Windu sitting beside him.
"Padawan," Qui-Gon said soothingly and Obi-wan breathed a little sigh of relief.
"Where am I?" he managed to choke out.
"Shhh, you're back in the Jedi temple. Now please try and conserve your energy, you've been through quite a lot." Obi-Wan opened his eyes to the full and saw Mace sitting next to Qui-Gon. He was staring kind-heartedly at him.
"I'm sorry Master Mace," he said quietly.
"I'm the one would should be apologizing, Obi-Wan."
"No. You did what you could and, that part of my life is behind me now." Mace bowed and left the room with Qui-Gon still sitting patiently at Obi-Wan's side.

"I'm so proud of you Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said to him.
"My uncle, what happened to him?"
"You saved his life. He apologizes deeply for all the years that he's ever wronged you and hopes you can forgive him." Obi-Wan thought deeply and then nodded.
"And my aunt?"
"Dead," Qui-Gon said, bowing his head.
"I know it was an accident don't blame yourself."
"I don't, the dark side of the Force flowed in her."
"Hate leads to suffering," Obi-Wan said under his breath. Qui-Gon grinned.
"Rest Obi-Wan. We'll discuss this further more tomorrow." As Qui-Gon left Obi-Wan lay back into his pillow and closed his eyes. He was thinking about his mother. How much he missed her and how much he wanted to see her again. There so many questions I need to ask, so much I need to know, Obi-Wan thought as he turned to lie on his side. Maybe one day, one day.


*Author's Notes* Oh my word! I finally finished another chapter! A BIG thank you to everybody that reviewed you guys are *stars* :) As I have figured out by now, everyone wants a lightsaber and I think Georgie Peorgie should seriously consider marketing them!! Hee, hee, hee! :) Well George owns everything and even though I'd love to take credit for Obi-Wan I can't. Enjoy!