First chapter = disclaimers.
{telepathy}
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Qui-Gon Jinn sat stunned as he rubbed sympathetic circles on his padawan's back. Such a revelation tilted their whole view on the current situation to say the least. What it personally did to Obi-Wan was worse.
"Master?" Obi-Wan's soft voice rasped, "Does this mean I don't belong with you?"
"Never! Padawan, the Force meant this to happen. How many times have initiates been told that it does not matter who their parents were? I believe that the same rule still applies to you. Just because your parents happen to be from the future…"
A soft knock on the door interrupted Qui-Gon's soft lecture.
"Ben? Are you okay in there?" Mara's voice cut through.
"Fine. We'll be out in a minute," Obi-Wan replied. He glanced over at Qui-Gon, "They told us the truth. We should tell them the truth also."
"We should. However, I do not think that now would be a good time. Your current mental state is not up to dealing with this, nor is mine. I have a feeling we will be debating possible outcome and the will of the Force for quite a while when all is revealed."
Obi-wan smiled, "So, we just keep on pretending?"
"Something like that. Although, I believe we can be more relaxed around them. Their intentions appear to be pure in this instance. I would still exercise caution in spite of their truthfulness. These are not the Jedi that we are. I would like time to consider the differences. Can you do this for me?"
Obi-Wan snorted, "Of course I can do it for you. I have been trained as a Jedi. I simply need to adjust to the fact that the Skywalkers are my parents. It truly is not much different from what I believed before if you discount the whole mechanical-accident-time-travel-thing."
"Now that sounds like my impudent apprentice. Come then. I think you have a family reunion to attend."
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Obi-Wan shifted in his seat as he looked over the holo-book of his baby pictures. There seemed to be quite a few.
Luke cleared his throat, "The family sort of went overboard with the pictures. You probably don't remember, but you were sort of the Jedi mascot for awhile."
Qui-Gon nearly choked on the tea he was drinking. Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed in a glare in his master's direction before returning to the book.
Mara's maternal temper flared, "What? You don't think he was cute enough?"
Qui-Gon shook his head, "Forgive me, but the thought of Ben being the Temple mascot amuses me."
{Only because I'm apprenticed to you, Master}
{Mmm, true enough. Are you suggesting I ruin your reputation?}
{I would never suggest such a thing. Master Mace did.}
"The Temple mascot?" Leia's voice questioned.
{Sith, you know, your Aunt is very perceptive for being a Politician.}
Obi-wan hid a grin as Qui-Gon replied.
"Ah, yes forgive me. I am not used to referring to the Jedi as an Academy. You should know, I believe, that where I come from. The Temple was still very much standing and occupied by Jedi."
{You dodge the issue admirably, Master.}
Leia smiled apparently placated, "Yes I forget that Ben said he was born before my father was."
"Perhaps, you should speak to Ben of his family?" Qui-Gon gently suggested.
The room got suspiciously quiet as various members twitched nervously.
{I think we jus stumbled onto forbidden ground, Master.}
{Yes, but why?}
Luke spoke first, "I'm sorry. It is just that we are somewhat used to everyone knowing about the family. My father was a Jedi. He went to the darkside and helped with the annihilation of the Jedi."
"Ah, but he did not take you down his path?"
"No, my mother had me and my sister hidden from my father. He did not know about us until I was eighteen. I was sent to be trained by Master Yoda. So I was sort of the last Jedi."
{Wouldn't you know that Yoda was the last one kicking,} Obi-Wan's wry tone showed on his face.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes, "Given the current date. The downfall of the Jedi started not long after the time that Ben and I were in. It is a disturbing thought."
Obi-Wan slumped his shoulders as the realization hit. Absently, he turned off the photo album and went to gaze out of the window.
Luke sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't realize how this would affect you. It is simply something I've lived with all my life. I'm sure that to suddenly be faced with such a terrible story…"
"It is quite alright, Master Luke. I asked. It is simply shocking, especially on top of the recent revelations about Ben," Qui-Gon's voice wavered slightly out of his normal serene master tone.
Anakin shifted slightly in his chair as the silence grew in the room, "Hey, you know, this has been a kind of stressful day. Why don't we take Ben out tonight? Jacen and Jaina had planned on going out to some clubs with Tenel Ka, Tahiri and me. Why don't we take Ben out and loosen up?"
{I'd rather be slicing through droids with my lightsaber.}
{Nonsense, Obi-Wan. You need some stress release, and I doubt you're up to meditating right now. Go, have a good time with your cousins.}
{If I must…}
"Thank you, Anakin. I'd love to go out with you," Obi-Wan used his polite padawan tone to say.
Han grunted, "I think the kids have a good idea. This whole week has been a trip through a Hutt's bedroom. Why don't us more 'adult' peoples have a night of our own? I'm sure you could use a good drink, Mr. Windu."
"Han…" Leia sighed.
"What? I know a nice little place where reporters won't leak the information that her royal highness was in a bar."
Chewie noisily entered his opinion to second Han's idea.
Mara grinned, "Well, at least I don't need to get a babysitter."
Obi-Wan gave a martyr's sigh and shuffled off to his room to find something appropriate to wear. Qui-Gon smiled politely.
"I should probably go check on him before he leaves," he stood and followed Obi-Wan to his room.
Obi-Wan turned around as Qui-Gon entered, "Master, I seem to have a problem."
"What?"
"I don't have a place to clip my saber in this outfit, and it is the only thing that I have that is clean."
Qui-Gon shook his head and started in with his stuffy Jedi voice, "Well, then, young man. I suppose you should pay for this miscalculation. Give me your sword. I shall return it after you pay the penance of dancing to incredibly stupid music with relatives you barely know."
Obi-Wan barely held in his chuckle as he solemnly handed his weapon to his master, "I shall accept my penance, Master."
Qui-Gon grinned and hid the saber next to his own under his dark robe, "Get on then, scamp."
Obi-Wan smiled as he left, "Yes, Master."