K-Rock – I hope the concert was good. I think I'll skip on the candy corn stuff, not to fond of candy now that I'm getting older, which is kinda a bum. I really liked it. Anyway, good luck with those patience exercises, I know I'm still not a Master at it yet. I'm glad you liked that Chappie. Originally, it was like just over a page and I felt it was shortchanged. Took me a while but I was able to re-work it with much better results. Sorry if this one isn't as good or as fluid. I was trying to touch it up while I was falling asleep, but really wanted to post it before I went to bed. So please forgive me. As for the Chappies to the end? Hmmm, maybe 8? But we'll see. Thanks again! :D

Well, folks, I don't think this chap is too good but I really wanted to post it anyway. So sorry in advance if it's not up to snuff. Thanks again for reading! :D

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Read? Why couldn't she just elaborate instead of shoo me away? It's a good thing for her that the approach alert sounded or I would have forced the issue. Anakin mentally mumbled as he worked the controls. Currently, they were entering Coruscant's atmosphere and he was anxious to begin searching for his Master. He had already contacted Bant and she verified that there would be a team waiting for them.

Now, all he had to do was wait. But then what? He didn't want to sit around, he liked being active. And the only advice MysAri could give him was to read? He let out another soft groan. At this point, however, he had no other direction to go, so he would have to see what she meant exactly. Thinking it through, he realized she might be able to point him in the right direction at least. After all, she was able to read him so easily, perhaps she would be able to find his Master the same way. The need to begin ate away at his patience and he spurred the vehicle on.

Within moments the Temple spires were in site. Innate piloting skills brought them into the landing bay swiftly and smoothly. Outside he could see a few healers waiting along with a very worried Bant. There was no question as to why. He had told her the truth, hiding nothing. Master Obi-Wan was left behind, Master MysAri was cured but still not well, and there was no telling what would happen next. As soon as the craft touched down and the hatch was opened the healers rushed inside. Anakin showed them to the cabin and they quickly transferred her to a gurney. Still a little lost for guidance, Anakin followed along. Bant came to walk beside him.

"Don't worry Anakin, we will find Obi-Wan." She tried her best to offer her sympathies but it was difficult to convey when she had her own doubts. Realizing that she wasn't much help in that matter, she moved closer to MysAri. "How are you feeling?"

"Physically exhausted, but it's my heart that aches the most," the softly spoken reply came. Bant reached out to hold the Knight's hand. She understood completely how she felt. In a strange way each of them loved Obi-Wan and he them in return, albeit in slightly different ways. Still their relationship to that remarkable young man created a type of sisterly bond between them. Bant tightened her grip briefly before letting it go. They had arrived at the Ward and there wasn't much space to allow her to remain.

When they were finally situated in a room, Bant began her preliminary examination, "Anakin mentioned that Jenna Zan Arbor was able to cure you. I'm guess this was one of her created illnesses. Do you happen to know how it works?" The Healer asked her patient.

MysAri shook her head as best she could, a remorseful expression on her face. "No, she had added a sleeping agent to the cure as well. I was out before I knew it."

"She said something about replacing the catalysts," Anakin chimed in. He wanted to be useful since he could not think of anything else to do. If information was all he had to offer then he would supply it readily.

Bant smiled at him and inquired, "Do you remember anything else?"

"Yes," he nodded, "that they would never be removed from her, but they should not effect her any longer. That the progression has been stopped but the cure would not reverse the damage." The Padawan repeated what he could remember. He hadn't realized how much he had been listening despite his annoyance at their situation.

"Thank you Anakin," Bant said, "that information will help me greatly."

Anakin also remembered how anger he was with his Master for getting them into the situation in the first place. And how much he missed the older Jedi now that he was gone. He could really use his guidance right now; but then again, he wouldn't need that guidance if they were all together again. Still he felt her praise was unmerited. Dropping his gaze, he muttered, "It was Master Obi-Wan who found it out. I was just there to hear it."

"It doesn't matter how you got the information, just that you have it." Checking come monitors that had just been setup, she turned back to smile at the youth. He seemed to appreciate the encouragement and returned the gesture. When she finished checking a few more readings, Bant turned back to MysAri. "I will need a blood sample. I need to see how this cure works in order to determine the proper procedure to make you well again. This shouldn't take too long."

"Do whatever you must but hurry," MysAri urged. Bant quickly came over and rolled up her sleeve extracting a few drops of life's liquid. Once the Healer had what she was looking for, she left. Carefully, Mys reached over to pull down her sleeve but stopped.

Anakin had stepped up to the side of her bed, staring at the arm. His tentative voice was full of curiosity, "Master MysAri may I ask you a question?" Previously he had been anxiously awaiting his instructions and for the search to begin, but now he was reminded of something he had been meaning to ask almost since the beginning of this mission.

MysAri replied, "Of course."

"I always thought Jedi healing techniques and bacta prevented most wounds from leaving scars." She nodded. Anakin continued, "Then why do you have a scar that looks like it could have been healed completely?"

Sighing, she glanced at it before answering, "It is a reminder." Pausing, MysAri pondered on how much detail she should go into. Determining that specifics weren't important she took another deep breath before relaying the ordeal. "Do you remember our conversation about why you wanted to become a Jedi?"

"Yes, but how is that relevant?" The Padawan stood once again perplexed by the conversation.

"I told you that revenge should never be a Jedi's motivation. It is a Fool's errand," her voice calm yet remorseful. In an even more subdued tone, she added, "And I was once that fool. It seems like ages ago, in truth I was not much older than you are now, when I sought Revenge."

Anakin's jaw dropped in bewilderment. He was stunned at the admission, not believing it possible for her, or any of the devoted Jedi he bumped into daily, to be capable of such an emotion. He often felt that emotions, any emotion, should be natural and permitted but he never dreamed that the perfection they always preached could ever be flawed by something so simple. "You? Why?"

"Before I was ever chosen as a Padawan, even before I ever met your Master, I had befriended a delinquent youth. We immediately became good friends that lasted for years. Over some time we even managed to get him away from the crime syndicate he worked for. But we were foolish to believe that he could leave so easily. They let us think we were safe and free from all that evil, years had gone by and we had no idea how patient they could be. When they were all but a memory they found a way to pull him back in." She hesitated a moment when her eyes moistened at the recollection.

"In the end, they killed him. I could do nothing to stop it from happening. My heart cried out at the injustice and I decide then that I wanted those responsible to pay for what they did. They found that I could be patient too. I was too young when…," she swallowed hard before continuing, "my friend was murdered for me to do anything. I had to wait but that didn't stop me from planning. In my spare time I researched and hunted for every clue I could get my hands on. I finally got my break about a year after his death and I took it. After some debate I convinced my Master to let me go. She tried her best to show me what I was doing but I didn't want to listen. Still, she let me go under the stipulation that she come along. And Force knows how, even convinced the Council to support our self made mission.

"At first, everything was going smoothly. But too much time was passing between reports and it was taking too long for me to fully infiltrate the group. The Council started to worry and decided to send in a second team. I was so close, so close to victory when they were discovered. It wasn't their fault but it was unfortunate. One of our support team was caught and that foul beast of a Crimelord invited me to watch the interrogation. I wanted my revenge so badly and to reveal myself would destroy everything I had worked so hard to obtain. I tried to be strong, tried to pretend that I didn't care, but I couldn't. My heart was divided. My goal had been to avenge my friend, yet I couldn't allow the senseless torture to occur." The memories were coming faster and revived the turmoil and pain within them. MysAri's voice quivered slightly and there was something in her eyes that Anakin recognized. It was the same look she had whenever she spoke about his Master and the pain he's endured. Realizing what his subconscious was able to pick up, Anakin knew who had been caught. Yet again, he was surprised by their jaded past and how much they had been through. Pulled from his reverie, she continued.

"That's when I realized that vengeance begets nothing but a vicious cycle of further vengeance. And to blindly fall into that trap would not honour my friend's memory. And worse, I almost lost everything I held dear in the process. When I finally came to my senses I had to stop what has happening. The Crimelord was furious and lunged for his captive. I stepped in between them. The vibroblade sliced all the way through my arm. Shortly thereafter, our Masters came and helped rescue us." Once again MysAri paused to let her tale sink in. When it appeared he accepted it, she added while touching the blemish, "I have kept it as a reminder that revenge is never the answer. That is why I tell you to guard against it. And remember that no matter how much you believe, it can never satisfy."

Anakin had listened to it all, as remarkable as the story was, he still marveled at what it meant. Lost in thought, he responded a bit absently, "I will do my best."

"Do your best and then double it. I would expect nothing less of a Padawan." MysAri watched the youth for a moment. She had made a promise to his Master that she would watch over him and she intended to fulfill that vow. "Obi-Wan has left you in my care until his return. Since my current condition denies us physical activities, I can hopefully bestow a little wisdom onto you." For the first time in a long while, she smiled playfully at the youth, lightening the mood dramatically. "No matter how difficult that may be."

The Apprentice rolled his eyes and thought, Yet another wonderful Jedi lesson. Do they ever quit? Aloud, he said, "Thank you Master MysAri, I can't wait."

"Perhaps we should begin by working on that sarcasm, imp." Anakin was about to reply when the door opened. Immediately, the mood sobered again as Bant strode in. The serious expression on the chief Healer's face told them that there might be a delay in their plans. MysAri quickly cut to the chase, "What is it Bant?"

The Calamarian came to stand next to the Knight before answering, "I have completed my tests. In order to correct the damage, we are going to have to generate new cells to replace the damaged ones."

"And how long will that take?"

"To do this properly we would have to gradually introduce them back into your body. Checking for rejection and regeneration. It will take a number of sessions, 4 maybe 5."

Getting annoyed at the evasion, but trying to stifle the emotion quickly, MysAri asked again, "How long?"

Knowing the answer was not what they wanted, to hear right now, Bant sighed. "Each session will take about 5 hours. And we will have to allow at bare minimum 12 hours in between sessions. And that's if we rush it. I would prefer to wait 18 hours between them."

Anakin's heart sank, Three days? Maybe more? He didn't want to wait that long. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one.

"That's not good enough." MysAri sank back against the bed, staring blankly ahead of her. She could not accept this therapy, too much was at stake.

Bant slipped into her tough Healer's mode to persuade the Knight, "I don't care if it's good enough for you or not. Nothing like this has ever been done before. We must be cautious. If we move too fast we could cause more damage. If we move too slowly a full recovery might not be possible. No, this is the proper procedure from what I can figure and that's all there is to it."

"I can't wait that long. He can't wait that long."

The healer knew exactly whom she was referring to, but she also had a patient here to consider. If there was nothing she could do to help the other, than she would focus all her attention on those she could help. "Now listen, Mys, I'm going to be honest with you. Based upon everything I have, we only have a small window to begin this process. Once it's started that window to keep going gets smaller and smaller. If you do not continue with the treatment after 24 hours you will never fully be healed from this. You will live with pain and stiffness for the rest of your life."

MysAri had listened to her friend, but only one goal was set in her mind and there would be no cost great enough to keep her from fulfilling it. After a moment of tense silence, MysAri took a deep breath. She garnered what strength she had and slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position. After having just been cured from a debilitating disease, one that even denied her the ability to speak, to move at all was a feat. And yet she managed to sit up; to look the Healer in the eye. "You have 8 hours to do everything you can. After that Anakin and I will leave to seek out his lost Master."

"Have you been listening? If you leave before complete treatment I cannot guarantee a full recovery." Bant took a step forward, she needed to get her point across but hoped she could show the Knight how vital this course of treatment was. She could no longer avoid the blunt truth and decided it might be the only thing to deter the woman's refusal. "Mys, If you leave before I can treat you fully, your life as a Jedi could be over."

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