First Chapter=Disclaimers
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Obi-Wan Kenobi woke slowly to a pounding inside of his skull. He moaned as he turned over wondering what Sith spawned mission the council had sent them on to give him this sort of headache. A large hand spread out over his forehead and he felt the Force numb the pain.
"Master," he whispered groggily, "are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Padawan. You took the beating."
Obi-Wan squinted his eyes at his master willing them to focus, "You're worried about something."
"It is nothing. You just need to get some rest. We'll talk about it when you are feeling better."
Obi-Wan nodded, "Master?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan?"
"Are we heading back to the Temple?"
"I… I do not know yet. Sleep," Qui-Gon's hand waved in front of his apprentice's face and Obi-Wan drifted off.
He turned slightly and looked over his shoulder. Luke was leaning against the doorframe watching them.
Qui-Gon stood and gestured for Luke to sit down next to his son.
"Obi-Wan has always been slightly confused when given Trexilthemadine. He'll be able to think more clearly when he wakes up. In truth, I am not eager for him to be lucent. He will not take this latest development well."
Luke's questioning gaze focused on the taller man willing him to go on. Qui-Gon sighed.
"I know that this might not be easy for you, Luke, but this is neither the same son you knew, nor is he the aged Jedi Master. He is an apprentice with all of the typical flaws of youth. His greatest fear is failure. It is a fear I unwittingly fostered when he first became my apprentice. To be told that his first apprentice turned to the darkside and slaughtered the Jedi, he will not be happy."
"But, no teacher can say for certain about how a student will turn out. You cannot make a decision for another person."
"Ah, a fact that Obi-Wan has reprimanded me about countless times. But, it is somewhat different when you are the teacher instead of the friend. Don't you agree?"
Luke sighed, "He did seem to still carry a large amount of guilt about it when I first met him."
"That is how he operates. Obi-Wan for all of his cockiness, has a very tender heart. He never gives up on a cause, nor does he ever stop making himself pay for his mistakes. If he did, you would have been trained in the fine art of growing vegetables with the Force."
Luke shook his head, "Remind me to ask you about that later. For now, what can we expect when he wakes back up?"
"Well, he usually is very hungry. I'd order about three meals for him if I were you. He has a rather high metabolism."
"I meant how will he react to the news?" Luke said exasperated.
"He will most likely be very calm and stony faced. Then he will put himself through countless exercises until he is physically drained. He will then proceed to meditating on the floor for hours. Finally, he will come to his old master cry and pound on my chest and resolve to never doing anything quite so horrible again."
"Then he'll be over with it?"
"No, then he'll feel obligated to apologize to anyone he could have possibly affected with his actions. Which roughly means the entire Republic."
"Isn't that a bit extreme?"
"Yes, the council has often reprimanded me for allowing Obi-Wan to indulge in his eccentricities. He is normally so perfect, I find his neuroses to be refreshing."
"Well, that answers the question about why Ben told Luke that Yoda trained him," Mara commented as she entered the room, "You're just plain nuts. Don't Jedi get psychological evaluations or something?"
Qui-Gon smirked, "You know, it is a relief to finally know where that horrid sense of humor came from. All these years I though he'd been dropped on his head as a child, now it turns out its hereditary."
Mara growled something unintelligible and swatted at Qui-Gon's arm, "You know, I'm going to miss you when you're gone."
"Assuming, of course, that we don't drastically change time by going back…"
Luke buried his hands in his hair, "You know, it was bad enough having my only child poof off somewhere and return a young adult, but this whole being trained by your son to defeat your father thing, I'm not sure I can handle debating temporal physics and continuity right now."
Qui-Gon nodded, "I am inclined to agree with you, however, we cannot put off the decisions forever."
"No, no we can't, but I'd like to be able to spend some time with my son before we do anything else."
"I am certain Obi-Wan will wish to re-center himself as well. And I am just as positive that the non-Force trained members of your family will wish to get very, very drunk. Given the time it will take to get over the hangovers, I believe that we will have at least three days to come to terms with the current situation."
"Well, that was a very longwinded way to say, 'Lets take three days to let this sink in.'" Mara snipped.
Qui-Gon smiled, "That is why I am so requested as a diplomat."
"That and the woman like to stare at you large, imposing figure," Obi-Wan's weak voice came from the bed.
"That was quick," Mara mumbled to herself.
"Obi-Wan, how long have you been awake?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Just long enough to hear Mara's comment and your response. Why? Did I miss something important?"
Qui-Gon smiled and knelt down beside Obi-Wan's bed, "Padawan, there is something I need to tell you…"
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Han sat in the kitchen busily munching down a sandwich when he heard a disbelieving shriek followed by a series of "nononononononononono." He glanced over at Chewie and shook his head, "Why didn't your keep me from marrying into that family?"