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This is written in first person point of view of Meagan unless otherwise noted.

From Earth to Star Wars

Part One: Pre-TPM

Meagan travels from Earth to Star Wars and becomes friends with Qui-Gon Jinn and

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Chapter Nine

I smiled as I stretched my muscles on my bed the morning after my birthday. I eyed the flowers sitting in the vase on my dresser. I still couldn't believe the day I had yesterday. The thoughtfulness of both Jedi tugged at my heart and made it a little less hard to be away from home. I closed my eyes, seeing the way the flowers literally floated into my open hands.

Sighing, I tried to tear my thoughts away from the Jedi Padawan, but it wasn't much good. I finally admitted to myself that I had a crush on him. Almost like the knight in shinning armor rescued the damsel in distress. You know the hero worship thing, where the princess is captured and falls in love with the knight in shinning armor riding a huge white steed that comes charging to her rescue. Except in my fairy tale, there were two knights and one was like my father and the other one was unfortunately very unavailable.

However, despite our friendship and my silly girl dreams, I doubted the Padawan had feelings deeper than that. I knew that I had to get over this adolescent crush, especially before he sensed it. But I also knew, like other crushes, this would go away in time.

I then climbed out of bed, realizing I needed to get dressed and going in order to meet Dede for breakfast to discuss a case. So, as I dressed for the day, I pushed my feelings for the Padawan to the back of my mind.

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Time passed by as it usually does. My flowers eventually died and after I dried them out, Obi-Wan and I went and found a frame to press them into. Now they sat on the dresser in my room as a memorial of our afternoon picnic. Several days after my birthday Qui-Gon and I went out to dinner as a late celebration. I thoroughly enjoyed the time with the Jedi Master and I could actually read and understand a good part of the menu.

I continued to work on my Star Wars skills, including flying. I can handle a transport with an instruction book and in a stimulator. Of course, in a real life situation, and if something goes wrong, well, I could be in serious trouble. Though both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan told me I was doing just fine and the instructor told us he was impressed on how fast I picked it up.

However, the fun part was when I started driving a speeder around town on my own after Qui-Gon was pleased with my driving. Once you get the basics it's much easier than driving a car on Earth and they are a lot more fun. I could see why Obi-Wan loved flying fast, though I kept myself on the speed limit. In actuality, unless working on a case, I rarely left the Temple without the Jedi. And if I did I usually took the air sidewalks, since most of the city was connected and there are always air taxis. (And the drivers actually know how to drive unlike the crazy drivers you see in movies on Earth that don't know how to drive.)

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan continued to do "their thing," which included going on missions and the Padawan's training. Obi-Wan and I spent some free time together, just hanging out, sparing and meditating in the Force. And we teased each other constantly, almost like Seth and I did.

For instance, late one morning I was sitting calmly in my favorite corner of the gardens writing in my journal when he came up to me. (I really need to find a new hiding place.)

"What are you doing?" He asked me with a sly grin, knowing exactly what I was doing.

I eyed him. "Why should I tell you?"

He sat down next to me. "Maybe you just can't help yourself."

"Can't help myself?" I drawled sarcastically. "You were the one that asked me."

"Touché." He glanced over to my journal. "Catching up on your writing?"

I nodded then glanced at him again. "I was."

"You writing in your own language?" He asked me, obviously trying to figure out what I was writing.

"Yes." I said, smiling at him.

"You should write in Basic." He suggested. "It's good practice."

I considered this for a moment as he continued to study my scribble. "Yes, you have an excellent point there, but if I wrote in Basic, you could read it."

His face took on a look of complete innocence. "Would I do something like that?"

"Yes. I don't buy that one." I put down my book and pen. "Admit it, Kenobi, your curiosity is screaming to know what I write."

"Meagan, I'll have you know, I highly respect your privacy." He stated very seriously. "But I admit, your language intrigues me."

"Maybe I should teach you mine." I nearly lost myself in his eyes, but shook it off immediately.

"That would be an experience, but where would I use it?" He then eyed the journal. "Unless just to read your work."

"If you ever got pulled to Earth. You would be one step above me when I got here."

"You think one of us will get pulled to Earth?"

I shrugged. "After coming here, I beginning to think anything is possible. Especially since we've never really discovered why I was brought here."

"Well, we do know those children you've helped are a lot better off than they were. You've touched a lot lives here Meagan." He paused for a second and was about to continue his thoughts when his comlink starting blinking. "Yes Master?"

"Meet me in the library." Qui-Gon's voice came over the link. "We've been assigned to another mission and have a lot of studying to do."

"I'll be right there Master." Obi-Wan closed off the communication and then turned back to me. "We'll come say goodbye before we leave."

I nodded as the Padawan left. I gazed at the quietness of the gardens and then turned back to my journal.

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After Obi-Wan left to go meet Qui-Gon, I finished catching up on my writing, then headed back to my office for a while. Jema and I had a meeting with Dede a little later that afternoon. When that was completed, and Jema and I returned to the Temple, I made my way back to my quarters. As I was cooking a simple dinner, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stopped by to say goodbye.

Over the next few days, I continued my usual pattern of working with the Temple's child services, studying the language and culture of this universe and honing my Force skills. (Nothing Earth shattering happened, though I could now call small objects to my hands as long as it was close by.)

It was while the Jedi were gone when I was asked to visit a young Padawan that not only lost the use of her legs recently on a mission, but her Master as well. My heart went out to her, especially being only thirteen and losing as much as she had. The Healer's said she would probably never walk again. The young one was beyond devastated at the loss of her legs and her Master. The Healer's had done everything possible for her, but it was up to Serrica to do the rest. No one was able to reach her and she refused to see her friends, even the ones that weren't away on missions with their own Masters.

Now, I was called into this case for two main reasons. Number one: I'd shown gifts and skills in helping the lost, especially children. Number two: Serrica actually wanted to meet someone from another galaxy. It was about the only thing she showed anything close to an interest in.

After a debriefing, I was finally allowed to enter her room in the Healer's wings.

"Hi there." I smiled despite the grim look on her face. "I'm Meagan."

"Are you really from another galaxy?" She asked, looking slightly more exited.

I nodded. "The planet I'm from is called Earth. I still have no idea how I exactly got here, except the Force most have pulled me here."

"So you can't go home?"

I shook my head. "Not in anyway that I've discovered."
"Can you tell me about this Earth?" She sounded interested, but also a little

skeptical.

I leaned down close to her. "I tell you what. You take care of yourself and do what the Healer's ask you to and I'll tell you an Earth story a day." I paused as I lowered my voice. "And if you are extra good, I'll sneak you some Bvarian chocolate."

With that, her eyes lit up ever so slightly. "You have Bvarian chocolate?"

"For my birthday." I smiled, glad that I still had some of the dessert that Obi-Wan had given me for my birthday. I knew then that I had made a new friend.

"I take it you like the dessert?"

She nodded. "My favorite. My Master and I always went to the shop whenever we could." Her voice dropped and tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be honey." I touched her hand soothingly. "Let yourself grieve. Denying it won't help you any."

Serrica's lower lip began to tremble. "It's not fair. Why did it have to be my Master?"

I sighed, always the hard questions. "You might never learn the answer to that, but you will be able to work through this and be a better Jedi because of it."

"I miss her."

"I know you do and you always will, but she is with you in your heart and with others here at the Temple."

By now the young Padawan was crying. I got up from my chair and went to sit on the edge of the bed and took her into my arms, letting her release her guilt and pain.

Once she fell asleep, I gently tucked her back into bed, turned off the lights and quietly left the room.

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I was studying some lessons one morning on Republic Basic when my "doorbell" rang. "Come in." I barely looked up from my work as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan entered.

"How is it going?" Obi-Wan asked as he sat down next to me.

"Much better. I can read a lot more now." I said as I finished working on a sentence.

"Good." Qui-Gon leaned over, examining my work. "I must say, you catch on quick."

"Thank you." I smiled, rather pleased with the compliment. "How did the mission go?"

In brief, they told me about their trip. I knew there were details that they weren't going to disclose, but I also somehow knew that neither was hurt.

"However, we had some free time." The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" I asked when they didn't continue several moments later.

Laughing, Qui-Gon reached inside his robe and drew out a small package. "I found this, merely by chance."

I opened the nicely wrapped gift and drew out a small gold locket on a matching gold chain. "How pretty." I was entranced as I studied the square front. In bold script, in Basic, was my name. "It's my name."

I laughed as I gave Qui-Gon a hug. "I love it." Obi-Wan pulled back my hair and helped me put it on. "I'll have to wear it when I don't wear my crystal necklace."

We all laughed again and then decided to go out for a late breakfast.

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Over the next month or so, I continued to visit Serrica nearly daily and she seemed to be slowly healing. Our relationship had taken a course of friendship, but also as a counselor and patient. Sometimes our visits seemed to be counseling sessions and not just two friends chatting and sharing each other's lives.

Serrica had her good and bad days and the Healer's still weren't sure if she was going to walk again. They said her spinal cord wasn't damaged permanently, so there was no physical explanation to her paralysis. However, I well knew that if I kept encouraging her and she believed it, she would walk again. She just had to find the desire in herself to walk again. So, we also began to work on her physical healing as well as her spirit from the loss of her Master.

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AN: We're sorry that it has been a while since our story was updated, but we weren't sure what to do after Meagan's birthday. We didn't want to rush through the next several months between that time and the mission that will begin in chapter 10, but we kept coming up to a blank wall of what could happen to her at the Temple. That is why these two chapters are also much shorter…So, here are chapters nine and ten…Hope you enjoy them…