I would like to make an official apology to everyone who read my previous chapter. I'm sorry I didn't even know that there was a band called 'Def Leopard' or anything similar. If I've upset anyone by trashing their band it was in no way intentional.

Linwé Serégon

The Lone Gunmen's Hideout- 2200 hrs

The agents and Obi-Wan were soon at the fortress type door leading to the Gunman's living quarters. Obi-Wan stopped, his eyes becoming unfocused, staring at something that no one else could see.

'He's here, I can feel him. He's confused, they are trying to teach him something – but it doesn't make sense.'

'We left our friends trying to teach him English.' Scully said.

'English?'

'Yes, English, that's what you're speaking now.'

'What's Qui-Gon speaking then?'

'Sounded like gabble to us. We were going to get the linguistic experts to try and find the root, but he started to learn our language before we got that far. He's learning very quickly.'

'I don't understand why he can't speak to you in your language. All Jedi are fitted with a translator as soon as they enter the Temple. It's the only way that we can communicate with each other.'

'What does this 'translator' look like?'

'It's a small piece of circuitry, it's normally placed in the cerebrum cortex, or the corresponding part in non-humans. I'm not sure exactly how it works, something to do with the electrical signals that the brain produces.'

'The surgeon took something like that out of his brain when he operated. He thought it was a particle of the bullet,' said Scully.

By now Mulder had tapped out the 'secret signal' to gain access to the Gunman's domain. Frohike peered at them though the door hatch.

'Oh, you're back. You'd best come in, your friend is getting a little bit distressed.' He opened the door to admit them into the room. Langley looked up from the table he was sitting at.

'Son of Obi-Wan, wow.'

Obi-Wan ignored him. He had seen his Master, also sitting at the table. Someone had shaved part of his head and there was an angry looking wound. He was staring at Obi-Wan.

'Me know you,' he said.

Obi-Wan knelt in front of his friend.

'Master, it's me, it's Obi-Wan.'

Qui-Gon looked puzzled. Obi-Wan, remembering, repeated what he'd said in Basic. A look of relief dawned on the older man's face.

'At last, someone who I can understand. Who are you, where is this place? I seem to know you, but I can't remember where from. I can't remember, I just can not remember!' He beat his hands against his head, trying it seemed to force his memories to resurface.

Obi-Wan grabbed his hand, trying to stop him from hurting himself.

'Master, it will be all right, you will remember.' Then, pleading, 'Qui-Gon please, it will be all right, we'll get you back to the Temple somehow. Master Billaba will heal you.'

Tears of frustration began to trickle down Qui-Gon's cheeks.

'I don't understand, I can't talk to these people. There's something in my head. It won't leave me alone, it hurts. Can you make it stop? Please make it stop!'

Obi-Wan was at a loss. This was his Master, the strong one, the one who had the answers, the resourceful warrior, crying like a child - what had happened to him?

Obi-Wan looked around the room, looked at these strangers. They were strong in the Force, but didn't even feel it. What had happened to his Master in this awful place?

He turned to the woman, Scully. He was angry now.

'What have you done to him?' He was trying to control his rage; he mustn't give in to it. 'What have you done to him?' he demanded again, moving purposefully towards her. Before he realised what he was doing, he grabbed her arms and shook her. 'What have you done to him?' He was shouting now. One of the men tried to pull him away- he pushed him aside.

'What have you done?' Obi-Wan was full of rage. He could only think of his Master and what these – these creatures had done to him.

'Take it easy Obi-Wan,' the man Mulder said – again trying to pull him away from Scully. Obi-Wan snapped, before he could stop himself his lightsaber was drawn and activated.

There was an anguished cry. ' No, no, that's not right.' It was Qui-Gon, he didn't know why, but what was happening wasn't right. He approached Obi-Wan.

'No, don't give in to it! Don't give in to the anger! It leads to hate.'

Obi-Wan suddenly realised what he had done.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master!' he gasped. 'I'm sorry everyone.'

He quickly deactivated his lightsaber, backing away from Scully, ashamed, dropping to his knees in front of his master.

'Master please do you know me? I'm your Padawan. We've been together for four years. Please say you know me!'

'I'm sorry, I still can't recall you. Help me, please!'

Scully moved forward, she tentatively reached her hand out to touch Obi-Wan's head.

'Obi-Wan, let us help, please. What is the matter, why are you so distressed?'

Obi-Wan was near to tears himself, his eyes brimming.

'Don't you understand, he can't remember anything. He doesn't even recognise me. My master is scared and hurting and I can't do anything to help him.'

'Obi-Wan, listen to me, Qui-Gon has had a very bad head injury, it's normal for some amnesia to occur. If he rests, takes things easy, no excitement he should get his memory back. He needs to rest, and I need to look at his head wound. Will you tell him that?'

Obi-Wan looked hopeful.

'Yes, I'll tell him. Can you really help him?'

'I'll do my best. I want him to sit still though. I need to get those stitches out of his head- there's an infection that needs draining. Can you get him to sit still?'

'I can do better than that.' He was in control of himself again and stood up, placing his hands on his Masters head.

'Master, you need to rest, you will sleep. You will feel better when you wake.'

Qui-Gon looked at the boy expectantly. His eyes opened wide, surprised, then closed as he dropped forward into Obi-Wan's arms.

'Quick, where can I lay him?'

Byers swept papers off a table near by.

'Here, it's the best we can do for the minute. Let us help, he's a tall man.'

Qui-Gon was soon lying on the table, his head cushioned in his own robe, sleeping peacefully.

'How did you do that, Obi-Wan?' queried Scully.

'Funny, it's a trick he taught me.' Obi-Wan smiled ' Qui-Gon used it on me many times when I was younger. Never thought I'd get to use it on him though.'

'I need a pair of sharp scissors or a small knife to get these stitches out,' she looked at the men gathered around. Her request met blank looks; Mulder patted his pockets and pulled out a Swiss army knife.

'Nearest thing, I've got to that light sword of yours Obi-Wan. Don't know how sharp it'll be, though.'

Scully took the knife, opened one of the blades and grimacing turned to Byers.

'Have you got a stove or something I can boil water on? This was last used to cut something that looks likes a fudge brownie.'

The knife was soon boiled clean, and proved to be sharp enough for the purpose. Also various medical supplies were uncovered from the extensive first aid kit the Gunman had.

'Someone needs to hold his head,' Scully said, but before she could say more Obi-Wan was there.

' I can reinforce the sleep pattern if he begins to wake up,' was his explanation. He placed his hands on either side of Qui-Gon's forehead, closed his own eyes and nodded.

'He's deep in sleep now, go ahead.'

Removing the stitches was difficult and messy because, there was a bad infection under the skin, which after Scully had swabbed the wound out was found not to have penetrated the skull tissue or more importantly the underlying brain. She added some sulphur powder to the wound and gently closed it with stitches, leaving a drain in place for any further infection to void. She then placed a light dressing over the wound. She was about to bandage the dressing in place when she became aware that Obi-Wan seemed to have fallen asleep as well as his Master; his head had fallen forward and was resting on Qui-Gon's shoulder. He mumbled occasionally, but apart from that seem to be resting peacefully.

She smiled to herself. He looked so young, so scared, but trying to live up to his Master's expectations. She covered both men with blankets and left them.

Moving into another other room, Scully was surprised to find Byers and Langley, both wearing aprons, cooking.

'That smells good,' she said

They looked around.

'Finished, they're both sleeping.'

'Good trick that,' Byers said, 'Being able to put people to sleep. I wonder what else they can do. No wonder the Syndicate wants them so badly. And this is an old trick that my dad taught me. It's called Chill-con-corn dog.'

'Sounds good to me,' Mulder said, entering the room, 'I've just had a call from Skinner. The Cancer man has been to see him and demanded to know where we are. Of course Skinner doesn't know, so he couldn't tell him. The Cancer man is very, very cross with us. Not only have we lost our suspect, but we've disappeared ourselves.' He smiled as there was nothing he liked better than to thwart the Cancer man.

'How's the patient?'

'Sleeping still. And Obi-Wan has fallen asleep. I've left them both in the other room.'

'Got a little bit hairy for a bit there,' Frohike said, 'Thought for a minute that we were going to lose it.'

'Obi-Wan is only young,' Scully said, 'And a bit head strong, and he's really worried about his friend.'

The group nodded, and sat down to eat. About twenty minutes later, a sleep creased Obi-Wan wandered into the kitchen.

'That smells good! Any chance of something to eat? That's if you've forgiven me,' he said.

He was soon seated and tucking into his second bowl.

'This is really good, what is it?'

'Corn dog,' Frohike replied.

Obi-Wan stopped eating, looking vaguely distressed.

'You eat dogs?'

Mulder laughed out loud. 'No, it's just a name for a sort of sausage.'

'Good,' Obi-Wan resumed eating, 'Because it is good'. Looking at Scully he added, 'My Master is still sleeping, I've tried to get him to remember but I can't. I'm still not strong enough in the Force. Master Billaba, she would heal him in no time at all. . but she's not here. I don't know what to do.' Again he looked so young and scared.

'Don't worry Obi-Wan, the best thing for Qui-Gon now is lots of sleep, so he can heal himself.'

Obi-Wan jumped up from the table, spilling food everywhere,

'That's it, you've told me what to do! He has to heal himself! Of course, how could I have been so stupid? He can heal himself, with the Force.'

The Lone Gunmen looked baffled.

'I'll explain later,' Mulder said.

'Qui-Gon said that there was something in his head, that wouldn't leave him alone. It was the Force trying to heal him. But he's forgotten how. I have to teach him.'

'Whoa up a bit,' Mulder said 'You said that you've been training since before you were one. How can you teach him that much now?'

'Master Yoda was right, my impatience is my weakness. If I'd have stopped and thought for a moment I would have known what to do.'

He ran into the other room, where Qui-Gon was still sleeping and shook him roughly awake,

'Master, wake up, I can help you, I know what to do. Master Billaba showed me what to do.'

He pulled his Master to a sitting position, then climbing onto the table sat facing him.

'Master you must remember the Force. Once you remember the Force, you can make yourself better.'

Obi-Wan closed his eyes; Qui-Gon looked around him at the other's, then turned back to face his Padawan, closing his eyes too.

Mulder's phone rang, answering it; he was surprised to hear Skinner's voice.

'I've got some other stuff that I think belongs to our visitor. I found it. I'll meet you at the Thief Taker's.'

'Come on Scully, we've got to meet Skinner, you guys okay with those two?' he asked the Gunmen. 'Good, see you later'.

Several hours later Mulder and Scully returned to the house. Upon entering the main room they saw that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon were still sitting on the table. Obi-Wan's face was bathed in sweat. Qui-Gon had a look of wonder on his face.

'Have they moved at all?' asked Mulder.

'Not a muscle,' replied Langley, 'It's really spooky, they just sit there and…sit.'

'Lets look at these things that Skinner 'found',' said Mulder 'Maybe you guys will have some idea what they are.'

Mulder put the large locked briefcase onto the table.

Pulling out his Swiss army knife, he grinned. ' Never used this thing so much since I got it.' He soon had the case open. Inside, cocooned in foam, were several items of equipment.

'Qui-Gon's missing equipment?' said Scully. 'Looks like that stuff that Nurse Taylor said was taken. Question is – what is it?'

'Normal Jedi equipment.'

They turned – Obi-Wan was no longer crouched on the table. He was covered in sweat, 'That's the hardest thing I think I've ever done,' he said 'Is there somewhere that I can wash?'

Frohike gestured towards the bathroom, 'In there, I'll get some clean towels, What about your friend?'

'He'll sleep for a while yet, there is much healing that done. But he has remembered the Force, he will get well.'

Obi-Wan walked to the bathroom and the other's could hear Frohike instructing him in the use of the shower. Soon they could hear the water running.

Shortly afterwards Obi-Wan emerged from the bathroom, towelling his short hair dry.

'Come on Obi-Wan, we've waited for you to show us what all this stuff is,' said Langley.

Obi-Wan moved to the table. With reverence he lifted what looked to be a handle from the protecting foam.

'This is Qui-Gon's lightsaber. It is the formal weapon of a Jedi Knight, not as clumsy or random as a blaster. It is an elegant weapon, but it is also a symbol of our philosophy's dedication to defence over attack. It takes many years to master. I think Qui-Gon is the best swordsman in the Jedi order, he has taught me much.'

He replaced the sabre into the case. 'This is a communication device, and this is a holoprojector. It's all very basic field equipment. We always carry these things.'

Abruptly Obi-Wan broke off, staring towards the door of the apartment. A strange glow appeared in the middle of the metal door and metal began to drip molten.

'Oh shit, the Cancer Man's found us!,' shouted Mulder, 'Quick we've got to hide these two-'

'No,' said Obi-Wan, 'It's not the Cancer Man.' He drew his lightsaber and stood facing the door in a defensive stance.

The last of the door fell in, landing with a dull clang at Obi-Wan's feet. He became aware that Scully and Mulder were standing at his shoulder, sidearms drawn. The Lone Gunman had also taken up a defensive position between the door and Qui-Gon, who was still sleeping.

As the smoke from the molten door began to clear they could see a yellow glow in the darkness of the hallway. Obi-Wan slightly lowered his weapon, frowning. The glow looked like a lightsaber, but how could that be? A figure sprang through the door, leaping over their heads, and landing behind them. Obi-Wan spun, leaping forward his blade prepared for a sweeping blow.

'Don't,' the figure ordered, extending her free hand palm outward. Obi-Wan, Scully and Mulder were pushed backwards by an invisible force, landing in a ungainly heap on the floor. Within seconds Obi-Wan was back on his feet, lightsaber at the ready. He paused; the figure in front of him was clearly another Jedi. Her robes matched his, she was slightly shorter then him, slender but sturdy looking. Her hair was the colour of burnished copper, pulled back from her face, save for the Padawan braid over one shoulder. Her eyes were light green, and he could see what appeared to be skin markings on the backs of her hands and the sides of her neck.

'Obi-Wan Kenobi' she said, deactivating her lightsaber.

'Who are you?' he asked doubtfully, still keeping his own sabre out.

She bowed slightly, as one equal to another.

'Meera Jinariis. I appear to have found you, where is your Master?'

'Behind you, asleep, he's been injured,' Obi-Wan responded carefully. She turned towards Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan moved to keep himself between his master and this Meera. She looked concerned upon seeing the dressing, and took a step towards the injured man. Obi-Wan stepped to intercept her, raising his lightsaber in warning.

'It's all right Obi-Wan, I've been sent to find you, well to find your Master, by the Council. I'm not intending to do any more damage.'

'What about our door?' Frohike demanded, 'Isn't that damaged enough?'

'Who are these people?' She disdainfully asked Obi-Wan, ignoring Frohike.

'These are our friends. They have helped Qui-Gon, and tried to heal him.'

'How was he injured?'

'He was shot by a projectile weapon, there was a… misunderstanding when he first arrived.'

Meera stepped around Obi-Wan, and bent to inspect the wound.

'This has been badly infected, but it is now starting to heal. Why has Qui-Gon not healed himself?'

'As a side effect of the injury he lost his memory. He couldn't remember what the Force was. I think I have instructed him enough to remember but I'm not sure.'

'Excuse me,' interjected Scully, 'But who is this person?'

Meera turned to look at Scully.

'I am Meera Jinariis, Jedi Padawan. Who are you?'

Scully slightly bowed.

'Agent Dana Scully, this is my partner Agent Mulder.'

Meera turned again to Obi-Wan.

'The Force is strong in those two, but they are unaware of it.'

'Pardon me, but we are here, and my mom always told me it was rude to talk over people,' said Mulder.

Meera made an amused noise, and turning to the two agents dipped her head in a slight bow.

'I do beg your pardon, agents.'

'Agent Scully is a healer on this world, and Agent Mulder is a protector. These other men are their friends. They have been caring for Master Qui-Gon. There are people here who wish to do harm to us. They are very dark.' said Obi-Wan

Meera looked around at the Gunman, Langley being daring, waved sheepishly. Meera sighed.

'You appear to have your Master's talent for picking up useless life forms, Obi-Wan Kenobi,' she said smiling slightly.

Obi-Wan returned her smile.

'Thanks.'

'Let's now check how Qui-Gon's doing. Do you meld?'

Obi-Wan looked apprehensive,

'I have in training, and just now with Qui-Gon, never with anyone else.'

'It's all right, I'll be gentle. Do you realise that I'm Mimbari?'

'I thought so, but I didn't like to ask.'

The two Padawans took up positions on either side of the table that Qui-Gon occupied. They gently straightened his limbs, placing his hands crossed on his chest.

'Ready?' asked Meera. Obi-Wan nodded, swallowing. They placed their hands linked over Qui-Gon's, closing their eyes, Obi-Wan letting himself be led by the more able Mimbari.

Over an hour later, the two Jedi were still sitting there. Mulder, Scully and the Lone Gunmen had found stools and were watching them intently in hushed appreciation. The two young people wore expressions of intense concentration.

'Wonder what a Mimbari is,' Mulder said quietly. 'Those markings look natural, eh Scully?'

'I don't think this Meera woman is human,' Scully said.

'She ruined our door,' Frohike complained.

'Enough about the damn door,' Mulder snapped.

'She didn't even apologise,' Frohike muttered, but subsided.

Suddenly, Qui-Gon stirred. Obi-Wan and Meera opened their eyes and lent back as one, the meld not quite broken yet. Qui-Gon sat up and looked around, smiling briefly when he noticed the two agents staring at him.

Obi-Wan tentatively extended a hand to touch his arm.

'Master?'

The older man shook his head. 'I'm sorry. I still don't know you. But the Force! It's all around…so strong…'

Meera bore a look of smug satisfaction. 'Now he knows the Force, he can begin to heal his own memories. You're not bad at melding, Obi-Wan. For a human.'

He rolled his eyes. 'How long do you think it'll take?'

'I don't know. A complete memory reconstruction has never been necessary before. Your Master certainly has to be first at everything, doesn't he?'

Qui-Gon reached up and pulled the dressing from his head. Scully gasped. In place of the angry red wound, there was only a small pink scar remaining.

'Nobody heals that quickly!' she exclaimed.

'Only a Jedi Master,' said Obi-Wan with just a hint of pride.

Qui-Gon frowned at Meera, another face he didn't recognise.

'I haven't seen you before.'

'No, you haven't. I'm Meera. I was sent by the Council, not that you recall them either, I imagine. How about putting your poor Padawan out of his misery?'

She closed her eyes and 'reached', entering his damaged and confused consciousness as a mere whisper, gently drawing out the memories. Guiding Qui-Gon's conscious mind towards them, she withdrew and let him absorb the recollections.

His eyes snapped open and sought out Obi-Wan. A slow smile spread across his face.

'Obi-Wan?'

'Master!' Obi-Wan gave a cry of delight and gripped his friend's hand. Qui-Gon pulled him into a tight embrace, tears of joy and relief streaming freely down both their faces.

'How did the Council know we were missing?' Qui-Gon asked Meera. He had almost fully recovered his memories, much to everyone's relief.

'The fact that you wouldn't respond to your comlink was a dead give-away,' she replied. 'And Master Yoda said that he could no longer feel either of you within the Force. It gave him quite a turn.'

'Lucky for us,' Obi-Wan said, gazing steadily at his red-haired rescuer. 'How did you find where we were?'

She tapped the side of her nose. 'Wouldn't you like to know? A combination of good tracking, common sense and some hyper drive modifications.'

'You came on a ship?' Qui-Gon asked. If the vessel was intact, they had an escape route.

'And then was shot down by some kind of missile. I crash-landed in the desert some way from here, but I convinced some nice gentlemen in a land-car to give me a lift.'

'Is your ship badly damaged?' Obi-Wan inquired.

'It's repairable. Unfortunately I'm not very technologically minded. The crash gave me a practical reason to find both of you as soon as possible.'

'You came on a spaceship?' Mulder asked suddenly. 'And what's a hyper drive?'

She regarded him disdainfully for a moment. 'Somehow I don't think you'd understand even if I told you, which I'm not going to. Your culture is not as advanced as ours.' She indicated the other two Jedi.

'Well if you could at least explain-' Scully began, but was cut off by an over-enthusiastic Mulder.

'Those marks on your hands- you're not human, are you?'

'Of course not!' her tone made it seem as though the fact was painfully obvious. 'I said, I'm Mimbari.'

'But you look human, apart from those marks, right? And they could be covered up easily?'

'I suppose so. But no honourable Mimbari would do such a thing. Covering up Hunter's Crescents would be like shaving your head bare deliberately!'

'Hunter's Crescents? That's what you call them?'

Meera put her hands on her hips and glared at him. 'Do all you 'agents' talk so much?'

Embarrassed, Mulder closed his mouth, shooting Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon a desperate look.

Qui-Gon placed a hand on Meera's shoulder. 'These people are not used to meeting other species. They have barely achieved space travel.'

She shot him a shocked look. 'I didn't think there were any races left in the galaxy that were that primitive.'

'Speaking of which, do you know where we are, spatially speaking?' Obi-Wan put in, not wanting any more friction. Frohike still seemed cross about his door.

'Actually, I'm not sure. I followed my nose- using the Force, of course- to you, but I think you fell through some kind of intergalactic wormhole. We're not in our galaxy any more.'

'That's not very encouraging,' Qui-Gon sighed. 'Well, hopefully we'll be able to repair your ship and leave here as soon as possible.'

'That's the most sensible thing anyone's said since I got here,' she replied.