"It's not FAIR!" Anakin hissed to himself, trying not to punch a wall.

He paced around his little room in the starship, until his eyes fell upon his pillow.

With a mighty growl, he picked it up and tore it to shreds.

Hands balling into a fist and slowly retracting, the young man attempted to calm down.

When the choice between himself and Amaraki had been placed before Padmé, she did nothing but fled the hallway.

Where she went, Anakin could care less at this moment.

Was it possible to mess anything else up?

He has the whole clan he traveled with thinking he had attacked Amaraki, he had a Sith after him and no one believed him, Padmé didn't love him, and the Twi'Lek was annoying!

All his life he had worked to be a Jedi, and it was all about to crumble, just because of a lie Amaraki told.

Taking a deep breath, Anakin sank down onto his bed.

He closed his eyes briefly, and took a deep breath.

His pillow was ruined.

For some reason this stuck him as funny.

Slowly at first, then increasing, the Jedi began to laugh.

INow they'll really think I'm nuts! /I the thought just made him laugh harder.

By the time all the raging emotions had tamed, the young Padawan was fast asleep.

***

Stella sat in her room after Obi-Wan had taken her blood sample. Though all seemed quiet, she thought she heard turmoil.

She couldn't quite tell where it came from. but emotion that was alien to her was screaming in her very heart.

She stood up, spooked.

This wasn't an unfamiliar feeling, but it never failed to alarm her.

She was feeling someone else's emotions.

Stella raced out of the room, in hurry to find whoever was making such a commotion and ask them to stop.

But by the time she had left her room, it was diminishing, and once she wandered more than a yard, it had stopped completely.

"Am I going mad?" She wondered out loud.

Her heart was racing, and she had paled to a lighter shade or purple.

Frustrated, she went to find someone, anyone, to inquire about these feelings she got.

***

Padmé sat, huddled in her quarters.

Everything had gone so wrong!

Could it really have only been days ago when she was flying to Coruscant, head-over-heels in love with Amaraki, not Anakin?

Did she love Anakin?

"I don't know what I love." She said to herself, startled to hear her voice unsteady and weak.

Suddenly, a revelation dawned on her: "This is Anakin's fault!"

With a groan she leaned back and shut her eyes.

"Why did I allow him to come into my life and have such a powerful impact on me? How am I going to make things right again?" her eyes popped open.

"One of them is lying to me."

***

"Stella?" Obi-Wan knocked lightly on her door.

When she didn't answer, he opened it and poked his head in.

"Stella? Are you in here?" But he was talking to air.

The Twi'Lek wasn't in the room!

"Blast." He muttered to himself.

He had the results of her Midi-Chlorian test, and he wanted to share them with her.

There were disturbances in the Force, but so many, the poor Jedi couldn't tell who or where they were coming from!

"Obi-Wan! I was just looking for you!" Obi-Wan turned around, and saw Siri standing behind him.

"Hello, Siri." He greeted. "Can I help you?"

She laughed, "Don't be so formal!"

Obi-Wan smiled. "Well?" He queried.

"Stella just confronted me. She told me that she sometimes felt emotion that wasn't her own. Obi-Wan, I think she may be Force-sensitive. I mean, extremely Force-sensitive!"

He nodded. "I've tested her. She is. Her readings, like Anakin's, are off the chart!"

They were silent for a moment.

"What do you think it means?" Siri wondered.

He shook his head, "I haven't a clue. How do you think she'll take to it?"

"I think she'll be surprised."

Obi-Wan laughed, "I think she'll be confused!"

Siri just stared at him.

"What's so funny?" She queried.

"OH! You haven't talked with her much, have you?" Obi-Wan said, head cocked at a curious angle.

"Kinda. Purple and- -"

Obi-Wan stared at her.

"FINE! Stella came to me wondering about a feeling. I thought I told you that!"

A voice interrupted the two friends,

".Why are you guys standing in my doorway?"

The two Jedi swiveled to see Stella staring at them.

"Hello, Stella. I just wanted to tell you the results of your blood test. And Siri. Siri, what ARE you doing here?" Obi-Wan looked at his old friend.

She shrugged, "Nothing, really. Just saw you standing in the doorway."

She walked off.

"What was that?" Stella asked, immediately suspicious.

"Siri's.. well she's just Siri. Anyways, would you like to know the results of your Midi-Chlorian test?" he asked.

She nodded, "Wait. what's a Midi-Chlorine again? And you must elaborate on the whole Jedi thing. I don't get it."

***

It took over an hour for Obi-Wan to answer Stella's seemingly endless queries.

And when he finally got down to giving her the Midi-Chlorian results, she said she thought the name Yoda sounded familiar.

"Familiar?" he asked, baffled. "I've never met anyone else named Yoda before."

She looked thoughtful. "I don't think I have, either. It just stirs an old memory, almost. I can't quite see it, though. It's.." She paused.

"Clouded?" Obi-Wan offered.

Her eyebrows wrinkled together. "I guess that describes it. I don't know."

She sighed.

"Sometimes, I feel so. Nostalgic. But I don't know what I'm missing. I haven't known anything besides a slaves' life."

Stella shocked herself by saying that. She was never one to open up.

Was he using a fancy Jedi hand-wave thing?

True, she never saw him raise his hand, but maybe he was powerful enough to do it without.

"Stella?" Obi-Wan said, nudging her.

Her eyes grew wide, and got a glossy look to them.

"Stella!" he said, louder.

She looked at him.

"Yes?" she said, snapping out of her spacing and narrowing her eyes at him.

"I said 'what about your childhood? Maybe your nostalgia is something from your childhood.'"

"How can I miss something I don't even remember?"