Mace looked down at the simmering master. **Force if I didn't know better I's day he is pouting! Fortunately I do know better. But if the shoe fits...** Finally Mace grew weary of the stubborn silence of the man. "By the force, Man! You just came in here screaming for answers. And now that we are giving you the chance you aren't speaking. Will you make up your mind? Because if you aren't going to talk to us I have much more important things I could be doing." That sparked Qui-gon's attention. "Really? And what pray tell would be more important than explaining to a Jedi Master why the two senior members of the council advised his padawan NOT to speak of his abilities?" The tone was decidedly insolvent. Qui-gon was secure in his righteous rage. But the words that came out of Mace's mouth deflated his balloon. "Seeing to a very treasured young apprentice that has just had his world come collapsing down around his ears. That's what." At Qui-gon's chagrined expression he continued. "Now this is the third and last time you are being asked. What are your questions?"

Qui-gon deflated back into his cushion. "I hardly know where to begin. Could you just tell me how all this started?" The pleading note in the question was not missed by either master. But before the story started Yoda stood up. "Tell you Mace will, of all that has occurred. Go I will to see to Obi-wan. Devastated he must be. Help him I will try." And with that the small master walked out of the chambers leaving the two taller masters in peace. Well for the moment.

Mace settled himself onto a cushion. "Now as to how all this started. Obi-wan told Yoda of a vision he had when he was six years old. Yoda knew it was a true seeing. All those in tune with the Unifying Force had seen the same vision earlier that day. After bring Obi-wan to his quarters he calmed him down and got him to talk. Qui-gon he had been having visions for as long as he could remember. But the creche masters had disregarded them. Obi-wan had by the time he spoke to Yoda, stopped even trying to talk about them to anyone. Obi-wan began regular sessions with Yoda to enforce his shields so he didn't broadcast, and he began training in how to interpret the visions. I didn't meet Obi-wan until he was seven years old. He was going up to the private chambers in the north spire." Qui-gon looked startled at that. Mace smiled at the reaction. "I was outraged. I wound up in the tower with Obi-wan tucked in my arms asking Yoda 'Why in force's name did you give the code to a child!' My anger didn't last long. After Yoda explained to me what was happening, I became involved. I began coming to the sessions. And I continued coming. Qui-gon I watched that boy deal with more issues than most full Knights ever do. He faithfully wrote down every prophecy he experienced. He told us of his force shoves. And I comforted him when he broke down in tears because of his latest vision of darkness. I carried him back to his bed when he fell asleep in my arms. And recently I have been fighting the council for him. They want to set him up as a council prophet. And I will not let that happen to that boy. I watched for years as he agonized over not telling you. But the force, not us Qui-gon, the force would not allow him to. And I'm certain that the force told him when and how you would find out. And he has been torn in two directions. On the one hand he wanted to tell you. On the other he didn't. So don't you dare come to me and tell me how much this bothers you!"

Qui-gon sat back defeated. "The only thing is no matter what you tell me, I'm never going to be able to trust him again. He lied to me. Every time he had a vision and I asked if there was a problem he said nothing was wrong. Every time he disappeared and then gave me some excuse it was a lie. How many visions has he had of our missions? If he had shared we could have prevented tragedies from happening. If I had know I could have asked him to look for possible out comes. I just don't think I can trust him."

Mace had listened to Qui-gon speak with a growing look of horror on his face. "Qui-gon you can't blame what has happened on past missions on Obi-wan. He did everything he could and so did you." Qui-gon stood up then. "No he didn't!! Mace, Yoda just told us he walks the webs! He could have looked to see what would happen! We could have avoided so many things if he had just used his talents!" He turned to the window and whispered "Xani..." But Mace heard. "Xanatos? Xanatos!? You are still dwelling on Xanatos?! I don't believe you!" And Qui-gon turned around and looked at Mace. "Mace if we had utilized Obi-wan's abilities Xani wouldn't have died. And we could have found a key to turning him back to the light..." Mace looked at Qui-gon. "I am ending this conversation right now. I think you should leave." Qui-gon looked at him startled. But he didn't even try to say anything else. He turned and walked out. Mace had no idea where he was headed. And at the moment he just couldn't bring himself to care. **Oh, Obi-wan what have we done to you?**

***

Obi-wan began the process of slowly pulling himself together. It was hard enough to do so after a prophecy, but the added stress of Qui-gon's reaction made it damn near difficult. **Damn it Kenobi! Pull yourself together! You knew he would not have a good reaction. So why does it surprise you that he slammed you into a wall?** He leaned his head back against the wall. The same wall he had been shoved against moments before. He fought back a sob. **Because he's my Master, that's why! He is supposed to care for and protect me. Not shove me up against a wall for an answer he didn't like.** Obi-wan sighed. It was useless to continue that line of thinking. It would only make him more depressed. Qui-gon had never been a true master in that regard. He had used Obi-wan more as an extra set of hands than a true apprentice.

After sitting on the floor for some time he dragged himself to a standing position. **There is no use in angering him more. I have no idea when he will be back, and I don't want to be in this room when he does return.** Obi-wan slowly made his way to the kitchen. He began searching the cupboards for some of the relaxation tea he knew they had. **Where is it? I just requisitioned some from the stores before we left....Aha!** He grabbed the small metal container off the highest shelf and set about making himself some tea. He really needed something to help him relax. His hands shook as he measured the correct amount of leaves into the tea ball. Just as he was setting in on to steep, his door chime rang. He looked up and called out "Enter!" The doors opened and Yoda slowly walked into the room.

Obi-wan looked down at the tiny master. "Hello Master Yoda. Would you like some tea?" Yoda looked at the obviously shaken boy. "Like that I would. Relaxation blend have you? Use it I could." Obi-wan looked startled at that but none the less answered him. "I've already put a pot on. But forgive me for asking, but why do you need to relax." Yoda seated himself on the sofa and looked solemnly at the boy, who at that moment looked far younger than his age. (And in a corner of his mind he found that to be an odd switch. Obi-wan usually seemed far older than his age).

Yoda seemed to be at a loss for words. And just as Obi-wan was about to ask him again Yoda spoke. "Had a visit from your master I did. Not very pleasant was it." Obi-wan sank down into the nearest chair. "Oh" he said faintly "I take it he was not happy?" Yoda snorted. "Very angry he was. Heard him in the north tower they did. Left I did when his stubbornness took over. Capable Mace is in explaining what has happened." Obi-wan once again was startled. "Master why did you leave him? He will need you. I'm sure he feels betrayed. After all I did-" "Nothing! You did nothing! Forces decision it was. Understand that he will. Came I did to visit you. Need me he does not. Need me I think you do." The boy looked at Yoda. And before he even knew what was happening he was yanked into another vision.

Yoda had never actually seen Obi-wan pulled into a vision before. He watched as Obi-wan stiffened and began to stare into space. And not five minutes after it started it was over. And Obi-wan slumped back into his chair. Yoda gave him a moment to collect himself. "What did you see?" Obi-wan wrapped his arms around himself. "I saw my future with Qui-gon. He will reject me when he gets back. He will go on solo missions. I will be trained technically as his padawan, but he will have no hand in my training. And I must be trained. Because we will go on a mission together. There is a mission we have to go on. The force wills it." Yoda spoke then. Trained you will be Obi-wan. If rejected you are, trained by Mace and myself you will be." Obi-wan smiled in gratitude. "I know." And before they could continue their conversation the door opened. And there framed in the light from the corridor stood Qui-gon Jinn. Obi-wan stood and faced him. It was better to get it over with now rather than wait. And he watched in fascinated horror as Qui-gon opened his mouth to speak.