Qui-gon was startled out of his meditation by one of the queen's handmaidens. "Master Jinn! Master Jinn!" He looked up. "What is it Padme?" She grabbed his arm and began tugging on it. It's Jedi Kenobi!" He stood quickly. "What's wrong with Obi-wan?" The fear was barely concealed in his voice. "I don't know! But he won't answer me and his face is all white and he's sweating!" He sat down. "Sit down. Tell me from the beginning what happed." She reluctantly perched on a chair. "He was walking through the corridor oblivious to every one around him." Qui-gon frowned at that. It didn't sound like the Obi-wan he knew. But he reluctantly admitted he knew very little of how his padawan acted. Padme continued talking with out noticing his musings. "He ran into me and we fell on the floor. He helped me up. I asked him what was bothering him and he said something about a difference of opinion between the two of you on past actions." Qui-gon winced. That was one way of putting it. "And he left for his quarters but he dropped a holo from his pocket. I was going to bring it back to him right away but I got sidetracked. When I was finally able to break away I went to his quarters but no one answered. He hadn't locked his door so I figured I'd just go put the holo with his things and leave him a note. But when I walked in he was sitting on the floor. His face was absolutely white and he was sweating. Everyone in a while he winced. I tried to wake him up but nothing happed. The I ran to come get you."

She quickly grabbed his had. "Please Master Jinn, do something!" Qui-gon stood up and began walking to Obi-wan's cabin. "Come with me please. I may need your help to pull him out of his trance.

The two of them soon came to Obi-wan's quarters. The walked in and Qui-gon was able to see first hand what Padme was talking about. Obi-wan was defiantly in pain. And as bad as the physical symptoms were the pain and confusion and despair radiating through the force were even worse. He swiftly dropped to his knees in front of Obi-wan. He placed his hands on either side of Obi-wan's face and reached through the force. He was very swiftly thrown out. He tried again with the same results. Obviously he was not going to be able to reach Obi-wan mind to mind. He looked at the handmaiden. "I am going to try and bring him out by yelling' at him through the force. He's not letting me connect mind to mind, so I'll have to try to do it broad spectrum. " She nodded. He centered himself and then placed a hand on Obi-wan's shoulder and yelled. //OBI-WAN!!// Obi-wan jolted. He opened his eyes and at first appeared to have difficulty focusing. He blinked once and slowly focused on Qui-gon and Padme. Qui-gon removed his hand from Obi-wan's shoulder and sat back on his heals. But Padme spoke first.

"Jedi Kenobi?" Obi-wan focused on her. "Are you alright?" He looked around appeared to be taking stock of the situation. His eyes landed on Qui-gon. He eyed the master warily. Qui-gon almost cried. Obi-wan was deciding whether or not to speak freely in front of him. That such a thing should be brought under consideration was yet another mark of how deeply he had hurt Obi-wan. Obi-wan then turned back to Padme. "I am fine, m'lady....Umm I didn't get your name earlier." She seemed startled that would ask that at a time like this, but answered none the less. "I am Padme, Jedi Kenobi." He smiled in thanks. "Please, I am Obi-wan." She looked at him critically. He was still pale, but was no longer sweating. "Are you positive you are alright?" He nodded. "Yes Padme. It was just a very strong force vision. I will be fine when I have a had a chance to rest and meditate on it." She sat back. "Well then, I will leave you to your meditations. Please inform me if you need anything." He nodded. "Thank you I will." She stood and walked swiftly from the room.

Qui-gon however was not about to be put off. "Would you like to tell me what that vision was about?" Obi-wan turned to him. "I would rather not." Qui-gon stubbornly refused to quit. "Obi-wan if it was important you need to tell me what it is so I can plan accordingly." Obi-wan was just as stubborn as his wayward master. "It is not important." Qui-gon looked at his Padawan. "I think I had better make that judgment not you. I am far more suited to make such decisions. And I am in charge of out presence here." Obi-wan stared in Qui-gon in shock.But he spoke calmly. And if there was an undercurrent of shock it was understandable given the surcumstances. "You are more suited? Master Jinn, I have visions on a regular basis. I am able to determine what I should speak of and What not to speak of. I have been doing so for many years. You on the other hand have never had a vision. You have no experience in what visions should be shared and what visions should be kept quiet." Qui-gon had the grace to look chagrined. "I still believe-"But was unable to finish before Obi-wan cut him off. "I will tell you this. Our actions on this planet will set off a chain of reactions that will chance the face of the Republic. Beyond y that you will need to trust in the force in able to choose the right course of action. That is why you were chose for this mission. Your ability with the living force will help you with this decision." He turned to the door and opened it. "Now if you will excuse me I need to rest. Visions like that one are very hard to recover from."

As soon as Qui-gon left Obi-wan flung himself down onto his bed. The pain in his head was astounding. Visions that flung him all-round the web such as that one had always hurt. And while visions of that magnitude were never pleasant this one hurt more than most. He began the pain reduction techniques he had learned from Master Yoda. But no matter what he tried the pain just would not leave. He slowly drifted off to sleep. His last coherent thought was that he hoped the pain was gone when he woke.

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