Title: Hidden Shadows Seeking Light

Rating: I wish I knew. I am putting it at PG-13 just because I don't know any better and would rather err on the safe side.

Genre: Drama/Mild Angst

Feedback: I would love to get feedback on this story. I would appreciate it if everyone would put down their flame throwers though because this is only my second time out and I know I made mistakes on the first story and have no doubt I will make many on this one. I need constructive criticism so that I will get better not mean comments that will only serve to make me cry. I thank each and every one of the readers who take the time to review this story. I love fan fiction and hope to write stories that can entertain others as much as their stories have entertained me.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. They are, were and will always belong to Mr. George Lucas creator of an amazing universe. Not only does this story contain elements of the universe that Mr. Lucas created but also the Alternate Universe (AU) found in a wonderful story called An Untimely Frost by CYNICAL21.

Just to a little guide as to what things mean:

/-/ Bond thought //-// Private thought "-" Speaking aloud

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Despite their tireless efforts the task of digging their friends out of what was left of the Sith lord's chamber appeared monumental. Sensing that their hopes were beginning to wane, Siri and Garin exchanged knowing looks as they tried to encourage one another. It had been so long and still they hadn't reached Obi-Wan or Master Gallia. Bant cleared her throat causing them both to look over in her direction.

"He'll be fine, but first we have to find him. No giving up." She stated firmly her voice brooking no argument.

"We aren't giving up. It's just been so long and there is so much-" Siri began feeling her throat tighten as her emotion threatened to overtake her. She had been fighting to keep her fears at bay, but over the last hour she had felt them over shadowing her hope.

"Debris?" Mira finished for her. "Yes there has been a lot and still so much more on top of them." She sighed turning her attention back to the man working constantly beside her.

"He has them in a Force bubble. I am certain that that is holding the rubble at bay. My concern is the amount of energy he is expending in order to maintain the bubble." Qui-Gon continued his excavation as he spoke to the others. He risked a quick glance in their direction. He understood their concern. Had he not managed to feel the Knight through what remained of their bond, he too would feel overwhelmed and doubtful as to the outcome of their efforts. But he did feel Obi-Wan and he knew that at that moment the Knight was still alive. Qui-Gon knew that they each had to proceed moment by moment now hanging on if only by their fingertips to the hope that all would turn out alright.

"He is alive. They are both alive." His voice was calm and encouraging. Buoyed by the Master's determination the knights launched in with renewed vigor. It was all that the Master had to offer the young Jedi. He hoped that it was enough to keep them at their task, to keep them believing, to keep them searching as he continued in his quest to reach his precious padawan.

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"He is responding very well. It is fortunate that the knights were able to get him to us so quickly." Miraji adjusted one of the controls on the bacta tank as he glanced up at Mace's healing body noting how quickly the burns were repairing.

"Master Mira went with them." The young Healer aiding the man noted her voice filled with concern for her mentor. The other healer smiled in response.

"Her favorite boy was in danger. Are you surprised?" He chuckled.

"Aren't you even slightly concerned for her?" The young woman asked as she finished filing Master Windu's data file.

"I'd be more concerned for the rest of us if she hadn't gone along with the knights." They both shared a well meaning laugh over that.

"Well I have to agree with that though I don't envy Knight Kenobi once he is back on his feet. I'm sure that at this very moment Healer Mira is preparing yet another lengthy lecture for him concerning his irresponsible attitude towards his personal safety." Kielar moved to observe what the Master was doing to adjust the controls on the tank.

"No doubt she will lecture him as she always does, but you'd think she would learn. Her lectures haven't been very effective thus far in changing our reckless Kenobi." He moved to prepare a new scan. His voice grew somber as he continued. "Any news from the team that was dispatched to the area of the skirmish ?" He asked finally satisfied with the settings on the tank.

"It seems a patch and go operation was the only option. There were many injuries and several fatalities. Several of the injured have already arrived. I was just about to head to the trauma area to see if I could lend a hand. That is unless you need me here instead." Maraji shook his head in response. Kielar bowed in respect before moved toward the door. "I have a feeling there are far more injured than had been expected." Miraji nodded agreeing the young woman.

"I'll join you then. Master Windu seems to be fairing very well." Giving the Master once last glance he turned to join Kielar at the entrance. " Something tells me that before this day is over we will have lost many of our best and brightest." The mood was somber as the two healers left the treatment center. Each lost in their own thoughts. Rumors had already begun circulating linking this battle to a contingent of sith. Neither healer was sure what all that meant, but could already sense through the Force that the Order had been hit hard.

Just as they were about to enter the trauma unit Maraji's comlink sprang to life as a well known healer began barking orders using her own familiar and endearing charm.

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Qui-Gon sent a caution out to the others as he felt them draw close to the Force bubble. Each knight began working gingerly to remove the last remaining bits as the knight and master came into view. They could feel the bubble but without their Force ability would have had no idea that it existed. It was completely invisible to the naked eye. To the layman it would have appeared as though two lovers were merely sleeping in one another's arms. To the Jedi though it was abundantly clear how imperative the protective shield had been to the lovers' survival.

It was touching to see how tightly Obi-Wan clung to the young Master. It was as if he were trying to hold on to her very life. Bant found herself realizing that he more than likely was.

"Garin move around so that you can catch Adi once Obi-Wan releases her and dissolves the bubble." Mira ordered assessing the condition of her patients.

"You really expect him to release her?" Garin asked incredulously.

"He'll have no choice. His strength is waning drastically." Qui-Gon announced as he closed his eyes. He reached out to his ex-padawan and was relieved to discover that despite the man's overwhelming exhaustion he was still able to discern the Master's voice.

/Obi-Wan, we are here. You can release the bubble. Garin will catch Adi./ He felt a weak twinge of gratitude along their bond. His concern deepened when he realized the level of the knight's fatigue. He had realized earlier that the Knight was using his own life force in order to sustain Adi, but only now did the Master fully realize how dangerously low the Knight's reserves were. He moved into position to catch the Knight and support him once the protection of the bubble dissolved.

Garin reached out knowing it was imperative that he time his move perfectly with the loss of the Force bubble. He dare not risk any further injury to Master Gallia. He felt a ripple in the Force and knew that it was only a matter of seconds before the bubble would be gone. As the presence evaporated he pushed forward and caught the beautiful master in his arms. He watched as Qui-Gon at the same moment embraced the Knight pulling him back against his body breaking the connection between the Obi-Wan and Adi. Qui-Gon was whispering something to the knight. His words registered no response from the Knight. Garin wondered what it was that the Master was saying but realized he didn't have time now to consider such inconsequential matters.

"Move her onto the portable repulsor." Mira ordered gesturing to the piece of equipment she had just removed from her emergency pack. Garin obeyed as Siri and Bant moved in to help the transition. They gently placed Adi onto the device as Mira moved along side using her Force sense to assess the young woman's condition. She sensed the healing that was already taking place and smiled in spite of the circumstances. She was aware of the young Master's life threatening injuries but recognized that somehow Obi-Wan had managed to stabilize her condition. "He's already begun the healing in her. What is his condition?" She asked over her shoulder her eyes never leaving Adi's injured body.

"Non-responsive." Qui-Gon reported doing his best to sound unaffected but failing miserably. Mira knew that time and location were their worst enemies now as she immediately decided against on site treatment and instead began moving with all haste toward the exit. "Adi's stable. It's the best we could hope for at this point. Is he?" She asked risking a glance in Obi-Wan's direction. She found Qui-Gon still holding the young Knight in his arms staring down at him with a look of pure desperation.

"He's no longer responding along our bond either. It's cold. He's life force is barely registering." If Mira had entertained any doubts as to the proper course of action Qui-Gon's tone certainly would have ended those doubts.

"We've got to get them to the tanks. Move it! Now!" She ordered. The knights ran beside her as she bolted down the damaged corridor. She continued to assess the Master and realized that she was quickly becoming unstable. She hoped that they would get to the Temple in time. The Healer's Wing now seemed impossibly far away. Her mind searched for any way to fortify the young woman's condition but she came up empty.

/Life force that was how he had stabilized the woman./ Mira thought shaking her head. In an unused corner of her mind she began working on yet another lecture for the Knight on reckless attitudes toward personal safety.

She could hear the others moving behind her. When they reached the lifts Garin had used a Force push to activate the car. Because of his foresight, it was already waiting for them when they arrived. Qui-Gon was the last to enter. Obi-Wan's limp body was cradled protectively in his arms. Siri and Garin both considered relieving the Master of their friend's weight but knew from the Master's expression that he was still working to contact the young man in his arms. They doubted he was even aware of any of their presence at this point.

Siri found herself struck by his devotion and inability to give up. She watched as Qui-Gon lowered his lips to the Knight's head and gently kissed his ginger hair. It was an act done without thought or planning just a simple endearment so much like what she had thought a parent would give to their child. Maybe this man did love Obi-Wan. Maybe he just wasn't good at showing it after all. The sound of the lift reaching their level brought the young Knight back to the present.

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He was vaguely aware of someone near him. Somehow the arms felt strong and protective yet he couldn't tell if he was really safe or not. Something was missing. Something terrible had happened. He tried to force his mind to remember but whatever it was, it was too terrible to recall. His own mind was working against him. It was fighting him as he sought the answer, shrinking back from his request, begging him not to pursue the answer.

He was lost as if in a dense fog. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or maybe he was on some planet serving out a mission and was injured. That had to be it. He hurt all over. He had to be injured. He wanted to open his eyes to see who it was who held him, but knew that doing so would only increase his pain. His head felt as though it were splitting. He tried to open his eyes in spite of the pain, but found he lack the strength to do so.

Searching through his recent memories he tried to locate one that would explain all that he was feeling both physically and emotionally. Physically he was injured but not substantially. He managed a quick inventory and found that he had suffered no life threatening wound. What he did have was nothing compared to what he had suffered on previous missions as a padawan, but then why was he feeling so drained? He could feel his heart beating in his chest. It seemed to require more energy than his body could spare to keep the organ functioning. He thought about his breathing. It was slow and shallow. No wonder he wasn't able to think straight. He felt certain that his brain was lacking in oxygen.

What could have happened? He remembered being on a mission. It had been he and Qui-Gon, but why was he with Qui-Gon? They had parted ways over a year ago. Hadn't they? Or was that part of the dream? No, it felt real. Something hurt deep inside and he recognized the failure and rejection and knew that it was not part of a dream but a bitter reality. So why was he with Qui-Gon? Qui-Gon had left the Order. That's right he was no longer a Jedi. Obi-Wan sunk deeper into his memory struggling to hold on to the slippery thoughts that seemed determined to slide through his fingers.

No wait, Qui-Gon had returned to the Temple with Anakin. That's right the mission had been with both Qui-Gon and Anakin. Something terrible had happened. He couldn't quite remember but something terrible had happened. It was right on the tip of his brain but he couldn't grasp it. There were shadows. It was dark. Someone had been counting on him and he had failed.

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Upon reaching the Temple level Mira began spitting orders into her comlink so that a team would be ready and assembled upon their arrival. Garin and Bant immediately noticed an obvious shift in the atmosphere of the Temple. They sensed an apprehension and wariness that had not been apparent when they had delivered Mace to the Healer's Wing earlier. Garin found himself thinking of Pratell. He was grateful to know that she was in the care of Yoda. He only hoped that the old master would be able to insure the Twi'lek's safety.

Upon entering the Healer's Wing the Master and Knight were immediately rushed into separate rooms. Mira fought her instinctive need to follow the Knight knowing that at the moment Adi needed her more. She felt a wave of relief as she watched Maraji follow the knight into the examining room. Obi-Wan would be in very capable hands now.

"You take good care of him." She yelled above the ensuing chaos. She was rewarded by a calm knowing nod from the other healer. If he lost the Knight he knew he would suffer not only his own grief but that of the woman who was trusting him now with one so close to her heart.

Taking a deep breath she entered the examination room sending out a plea to the Force that they would still have time to save not only the master but the knight. She had spared little attention to Obi-Wan during the transport as Adi's weakening condition demanded her full attention. Staring down into the lovely face she knew that if the woman had any idea what the Knight had risked for her she too would have a few choice words for Obi-Wan.

"He did it out of love for you." Mira announced as she attached the necessary equipment attempting to stabilize the master so that she could quickly be placed into the tank. "But it's up to you now."

She watched as the rest of the assembled crew finished their preparations. Adi was going to make it to the tank and from there she had an excellent chance of survival. It was a chance that Obi-Wan had purchased for her. Even as she watched the woman disappear through the door and into the room where the bacta tanks were located, Mira found herself wondering how much that chance had cost Obi-Wan.

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"His pulse is so slow. I can't locate an injury that would have caused such a depressed life force signal." One of the healers huffed in frustration.

He had failed someone. He found his mind offering up random memories now in order to distract him from the information that he sought. He saw himself now flat on his back in one of the corridors in the Temple. He had collided with Adi Gallia. He felt embarrassed but at the same time warmed by the memory. Why? Why would that warm him? He knew that there was something that connected his failure to this moment. He saw them in her apartment. Their bodies pressed together. He could smell her unique scent and felt a heat rise up within him in response to it. She felt warm in his arms and her lips were soft. Then there were shadows once more. Something dark was creeping in on them. It was stalking them, hunting them as though they were prey. It was an enemy he could not see and yet the dark one was very close. Somehow the two were linked. Adi and the dark one had something to do with his failure. Was Qui-Gon a part of his failing as well? The Knight cringed as he considered how many times he had failed in his ex-Master's eyes.

He could hear distant voices that made him believe that he was in a medical ward. He had been injured. He could make no sense of what the voices were saying. He felt himself slipping further away as he waded through the fog of confusion seeking his answers.

Adi was linked to what he was trying to remember. He tried once more to bring forth the memory. Where was Adi? In the fog he searched for her but couldn't find her anywhere. He began to feel a panic as he realized she was gone. Hadn't she just been there? Somehow he remembered her being there but something was wrong. He felt a tingle along a bond and realized that it was dangling free. He could sense her signature attached to the strand. Walking over to it in his mind, he picked it up and held it for along moment. Why would they be connected this way? And why now was that connection broken?

That was when he remembered. It was the dark one, he had come after Obi- wan and Adi had come to save him, but she had suffered instead. She had needed him and Obi-Wan had reached for her. He had offered her what he could of himself in order to survive, but now she was gone. He felt his chest heave with sobs and wondered if a broke heart was capable of still beating.

Adi was gone. He had tried to hold on to her but suddenly she had disappeared. She had been in his arms, their minds linked, his energy filling her battered body making promises of healing and rescue. He had tried to keep her safe. Safe from the sith.

His breathing sped up as he gasped in despair. Sidious had taken her. Sidious had killed her. No, not Sidious. He had injured Adi, tortured even but it had been Obi-Wan's failure that had cost Adi her life. It was all his fault. Obi-Wan felt the weight of his failure pressing down upon him.

"His respirations are changing. He's going into shock." A healer's voice called out.

Obi-Wan could see all the events as they played out in slow motion before his eyes.

He had failed her? Even with all his new tricks and skills he had not been able to save her? The Knight felt a wave of grief wash over him as he began to slip further away. So many failings in his young life, so many losses, too many losses, he found himself overwhelmed with exhaustion as he tried to find a reason to live.

He had held her in his arms. He had promised to protect her. He had failed and it had cost Adi her life and cost him the woman that he loved. If this was the life he was waking up to then he chose not to wake up at all. Everyone thought he was so brave. If only they truly knew him then they would understand how much easier it was for the Knight to face his own demise, than to face the loss of the one he loved.

"We're losing him. He's slipping into a coma. His vitals are all over the place. I can't get him stabilized." The voice meant nothing to the Knight. He was already letting go. He was too tired to fight anymore.

"Fight Obi-Wan." Miraji's voice echoed in the young man's mind. "Hold on. You've too much to lose to give up like this. Fight." He demanded. Little did the healer know that in the Knight's mind, all that he cared for was already lost to him.

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The Healer's Wing was usually a tranquil place in the Temple. Of course it would have minor moments of chaos when Jedi would arrive with varying levels of injury. The victims would naturally but less than tranquil but the Healer's themselves never seemed to get rattled. They seemed to infuse their peace into their patients as well as those waiting on word about a patient. Today, though the wing felt very different to Qui-Gon, there was nervousness in the air. He had noticed it the moment after the team removed Obi-Wan from his arms. He took his seat as he always did and waited trying not to dwell on how distant and cold the young man had felt in his arms.

How many other occasions had he found himself in a similar seat waiting for word about this same young man? Qui-Gon didn't want to venture a guess though he felt quite certain that a certain healer could rattle off the statistics with amazing accuracy on a moments notice.

Qui-Gon looked up as Mira exited the exam room. She looked tired and he wondered if he too looked world wearied. He couldn't remember the last time he had bathed or had a proper night's rest. Mira paused and arched back stretching out the tense muscles up and down her spine. She glanced about and seemed also to sense the apprehensive air that hovered throughout the wing. After a moment's consideration she turned to Qui-Gon.

"She's stable and they are placing her in a tank. I believe she will make it. Did they already move Obi-Wan to that area?" She asked. Qui-Gon furrowed his brow.

"No one has come out of the room yet." He stated obviously concerned. Mira's eyes widened at his response as she considered what could have delayed the knight's treatment. She released her concern into the Force and took a steadying breath. She knew that Obi-Wan should have been in a tank over half an hour ago. She tried to reassure the Master before moving to enter the opposite exam room. Her words though had no effect as Qui-Gon immediately rose to his feet and began following in her wake until the doors to the room cut him off.

Miraji was there as she entered Obi-Wan's room. Her eyes immediately met his and she knew the news was not what she had hoped.

"He's not?" She asked fearing the answer more than anything she had ever feared before.

"No. But He's slipping away. It's the strangest thing. His physical injuries are minor yet his life force is so weak. It's as if he just doesn't have enough energy to continue or he's just giving up." Miraji glanced back over his shoulder to consider his patient.

"Obi-Wan give up?" She mused. "Are you insane?" She teased but there was not mirth in her tone. She stood there a moment longer before she spoke again. "He was splitting it." Mira announced staring past the healer to Obi-Wan who was laying peacefully on the bed. "His life force."

"Splitting it?" Miraji asked.

"Yes, in order to keep Adi alive long enough to get her here. It worked, but at what cost?" Mira shook her head and headed over to the sit next to the bed. "I was afraid of this. He was so limp in Qui-Gon's arms. The man could get no reading from Obi-Wan not even along their bond." She reached out and gently pushed the lengthening bangs out of the young man's eyes.

Miraji felt his own grief for the young man as he watched Mira silently struggling to maintain her composure. He knew she was already wondering if she had chosen Obi-Wan's care over Adi's if the Knight would be slipping away from them now.

"Mira, we are moving him soon." Miraji spoke softly placing both of his hands on the woman's shoulders. She nodded in response and heard the swoosh of the door signally that she was now alone with Obi-Wan.

"So." She sighed fully in mother mode now. "You finally did it. You finally managed to go someplace that I can't reach you. Of course you did that once before remember? So there, it isn't a new trick after all is it my boy? Qui-Gon nagged you back the last time. Should I send him to you once again?" She swallowed hard trying to keep her tears at bay. She tightened her grip on his hand as she leaned over his face pressing a maternal kiss to his forehead. "You don't get die Obi-Wan Kenobi. You don't get to, so just stop this now and I'll spare you the lecture." She waited half expecting the mischievous green eyes to pop open and give her some sarcastic reply. Instead the man remained unconscious his features relaxed in sleep.

"Mira?" Qui-Gon's voice caused her to sit up straighter in her chair. She had failed to hear the sound of the door admitting the master.

"He's in a coma." She replied.

"The bond is quiet." He said as he came up to the foot of the bed.

"Keep trying. " She insisted not at all certain it would do any good. " He exhausted his life force." She said simply. "He gave too much."

"Sounds just like him." Qui-Gon said losing the battle he had been fighting for so long. A single tear found its way down the man's cheek. He drew up his hand impatiently and wiped it away. Mira turned and considered the man for a long moment.

"You love him so much." She commented. It was rhetorical and yet Qui-Gon found himself nodding in response. "Why be so hard on him?" She asked softly.

"I don't know." He replied. "I just didn't want to lose him like I did Xani."

"And yet you did." She stated honestly.

"Not like Xani." Qui-Gon's voice was harsh and determined.

"No, not like Xanatos but lost him all the same." Mira's voice was softer this time. She could see how the man was still suffering for his choices. Some consequences just never ended. They seemed instead to go on, bouncing infinitely off the other elements of our lives, a constant reminder of the impact of rash decisions.

"I'll never know why I did what I did. Maybe it was an old man trying to make a place for himself in history, or a frightened master not trusting himself but instead projecting the mistrust on his student? I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to train the Chosen One. I wanted to leave a mark." He smiled. He felt a sob catch in his throat. "And I did. There lies the Chosen One." His voice broke. Mira's mouth dropped open with this new revelation as she turned back considering the Knight before her in a new light.

"Well what do you know?" She smiled. "All that time worrying he wasn't measuring up and he turns out to be the best and brightest of them all. You must feel like an idiot." She turned back to Qui-Gon.

"Never at a loss for compassion are you Mira?" He deadpanned.

"Not where you are concerned." She shot back. "He might have forgiven you, but I haven't and until I do you can expect an occasional kick to the seat of your pants." She stated turning back to the Knight. "He was precious to me from the first time he wondered in here as a young initiate. I remember thinking, 'Now this one is special. He needs me." She smiled.

"Is that what all this constant devotion has been about?" Qui-Gon noted giving her a curious look. "Being needed?"

"Of course. Everyone needs to be needed Qui-Gon even you." He nodded knowing she was correct. "Everyone needs to be loved." She stated firmly.

"What does he need now?" He asked hoping the healer might offer some suggestion so that they might reach the young man and pull him back once more.

"To be needed." She said softly rubbing his hand gentle beneath her own. "To be loved." She looked back at Qui-Gon. "Are you ready to do that without conditions yet?"

"I don't know. I've always been sort of a "condition man" you know? It's hard not to see a student's failings." He admitted. "But I'm willing to try if he is willing to let me."

Mira smiled nodding when words refused to come. She wondered if Qui-Gon had waited too late. If Obi-Wan would ever really know what it was like to be loved by his master without the constant pressure of measuring up. Well perhaps at the very least young Skywalker would be spared from the same treatment because of all that Obi-Wan had endured. Qui-Gon's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"He doesn't even know that Adi is hanging in there. That he saved her." Qui-Gon moved to the Knight's side and laid his hand upon the sleeping man's shoulder. Mira furrowed her brow considering his words. Something was there. It was the answer.

"What did you say?" She asked knowing the solution was within her grasp.

"I said he doesn't even realize that Adi made it to the tank. He doesn't realize that he saved her." Qui-Gon repeated his thought.

"That's it." She said. "How could we have missed it?" She stared up at the Master as Miaji's words came back to her."When did you lose contact with him?" She asked now on her feet an urgency hovering over her questions. Qui-Gon thought back.

"As soon as the bubble was released and-"

"You separated them right?" Qui-Gon nodded.

"They were linked." She hissed. "I can't believe I didn't realize it. Now I'm the idiot." She turned her face in order to stared up at Qui-Gon. " He thinks she's dead Qui-Gon. He's giving up because he thinks she's dead. He thinks he failed her." Leaning over the Knight, Mira pressed her lips to his ear.

"Listen to me Obi-Wan. She's not dead. Do you hear me? She's in a bacta tank. She's healing and hanging in there, but will kick beautiful behind into next week if you give up now." Qui-Gon pulled up a chair and reached out to the bond sending a similar message to the knight.

"Is it too late?" He asked when there was no immediate response from the man.

"It's never too late." Mira stated firmly then turned back to deliver another message to the boy who had owned her heart from the first time she'd laid eyes on him. She had to convince him he had a reason to live. He had not lost what he needed most. His Adi was still fighting to be with him again. Now it was his turn to fight his way back as well.

//If only Adi could reach him.// Mira thought, but she knew that the Master was too weak at the moment. Staring down at Obi-Wan she sent hope out into the Force that he would hear her words and trust her. She had never lied to him after all. She'd lectured but never lied.

"She's alive Obi-Wan." She whispered. "She's alive."

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Thanks once more to the wonderful and generous Cynical21 for loaning me yet another character.Maraji the Healer. Hope I did him justice.

I know the posting schedule is a bit nuts but I have been in and out of town AND the bad news.drum roll please..my computer is sick and will be in the shop for a week. I know..me too. Augh.. I will try to post as soon as I get it back but more than likely it will be the first part of August. All I can do is say how sorry I am. I did make this post as long as I could (might be my longest one ever) and I will try to put up another before I have to take it in to the shop. I can't promise anything though. Lately it has been really hard to get the chapters the way I want them.

Hope you are all hanging in there and realize we have what I think is two maybe three more chapters.. I know you have ALL HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE (lol) but really that is what I am thinking. Just need to bring it home strong.

Thanks for your patience with me and fanfiction. I appreciate the reviews and the encouraging words especially when it looked like a lot of you were giving up on this. It seems some of the drop out had to do with not being able to access the story. I wish I had a good solution to that. I'm still trying to talk to fanfiction about the problem but getting nowhere.

Thanks again..Jesse