The next morning Qui-gon woke slowly. He was sleeping in an upright position. And there was something heavy in his lap. He realized rather quickly that he had fallen asleep holding Anakin the night before. He looked tenderly down at the child in his arms. But his soft happiness slowly turned to melancholy.

He remembered when Obi-wan was younger. Obi-wan had often slept with him after having nightmares. He felt a stab of guilt. The nightmares that had never actually gone away because they had been visions. And Obi-wan had learned to shield and had never told him about them. He no knew it was his own sith damned fault that Obi-wan had hidden his visions. He was so sure that the moment was all that mattered that he had chided Obi-wan on his force nudges.

And he had known from the start that Obi-wan was far more in tune with the Unifying Force than the Living Force. But he had insisted that Obi-wan concentrate on the Living Force and ignore the Unifying Force. The same way Qui-gon ignored his little connection to the Unifying Force. Only Obi-wan hadn't just had more of an affinity for the Unifying Force. He was the Unifying Force's instrument. He was shown visions almost constantly. And the one vision Qui-gon had seen had been enough to shake him to the core. So he had taken the easy way out and left. Obi-wan had been forced to live life as a Padawan with out a Master. An know that Qui-gon was finally at the temple at the same time as Obi-wan he had to go and screw up everything. He had brought a child in and decided that he would be the one to train him. And by doing so had probably reopened all of Obi-wan's wounds.

He suddenly felt a sharp tap against his shin. He looked down and saw Master Yoda. He realized that Yoda had probably been the one to wake him in the first place. He sent a message down their old training bond. //let me put Anakin to bed. Then we can talk// Yoda nodded and walked across the room to hop up on the sofa. Qui-gon rose, still holding Anakin and walked to the boys room. He settled the boy in bed, and felt another pang of sadness as he remembered doing the same for Obi-wan at times. He walked out quickly after shutting the door.

He walked into the living area and regarded Yoda cautiously.The little master appeared to be in something of a snit if his way of waking Qui-gon was any indication. He settled himself down in the same chair he had slept in. The chair that was no so coincidentally across the room from Yoda. "What can I do for you Master?" He asked warily. "Open your eyes you could! Hurting Obi-wan you are! Ashamed of you I am!" Qui-gon sat back suddenly. "I'm hurting him?" He said softly. Yoda looked at his Padawan. "Yes you are." The fact that it was correct syntax was very telling as to his seriousness. "Ignored him you have for ten years. Convinced himself he did that cared you still did. Just unable to actually contact him. No reside in the temple you do, and ignored him you still have. His hope has died." Qui-gon looked up in shock. "I didn't think..." "No think you did not. Hope I do that help him Mace and I can. Loose him the Jedi cannot afford." Qui-gon just kept looking at his master. Yoda sighed. "Time for this it is not. Meeting you have with the council in 3 hours time. A mission we have for you." Qui-gon started to protest. "But Master I cannot leave Anakin. He won't understand..." "Leave him you will. Looked after he will be. Time you will be given to explain it. An explanation he will have." The unlike Obi-wan' wan not voiced but Qui-gon winced anyway.

But before anything else could be said Yoda popped off the sofa and headed towards the door. "See you I will in three hours. Think you should on how to act you should." And then the eccentric old master was out the door. Qui-gon felt very mush as if he had been chastised by a whirlwind. But he decided that this time he would actually listed to what his master said. So he pulled out his mediation mat and settled himself down. He felt himself flow into the force and that was all he felt for some time.

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