Sora slowly awoke to her senses tugging at her brain. For a moment she had to orient herself and try to figure out where she was. The memory came rushing back to her and all at once, the fogginess of her brain cleared. She bolted up, forcing her yes to adjust to the bright neon lights. The Jedi Temple…

"Finally awake are you?" Sora's head shot around to look at the owner of the voice and instantly regretted when she did. Her head felt like any minute, it would fall off. She caught a small glimpse of the handsome young Jedi gain before she had to steady her head with her hand. Sora heard his footsteps rush over as she emitted a little groan due to her aching head.

"Don't try to move too fast," the Jedi said calmly. He gingerly touched her forehead and she felt her pain immediately disappear. Startled at the miracle she felt her balance give out and she fell off the bed.

Her face burned as he helped her stand up. Great, she thought. That was all I needed. To look like a klutz in front of one of the most powerful men alive…

"Thank you," she finally said after she had gotten her center of gravity corrected.

"No problem. That was quite a nasty fall you took. Good thing you called for help."

"What do you mean 'called for help'?" Sora blinked a few more times to get the dots to stop appearing in front of her eyes.

"Through the force I mean." Sora looked at him out of the corner of her eye, a small smile gathering at her lips. She raised an eyebrow questionably towards him and was glad to see him finally stutter. "Like you…ah…called out…or something?" She looked straight in his eyes and stared shaking her head at him, throwing him out of his original thought.

"Me? Use the force? Yah that'll be the day…" She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and started to look around for her misplaced weapons, trying hard to ignore the fact that he was still staring at her.

"But you called! I heard your cry through the force!" Sora still didn't turn around to his accusations but kept right on searching the collection of weapons piled next to her bed, fitting them in their respective places. Fully armed with all the essentials she turned back to face him, still not answering his question. His face was still shocked but she could tell from his body language that he was finally getting annoyed with her. Glad we're on the same level, Sora thought dryly as he again tried to catch her eye.

She tried to make a move for the door but he moved in her way, blocking her only exit. Muttering a complaint she crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared long and hard into his yes, daring him to make the next move. Smiling she pulled out her vibro-blade and started to sharpen it with a kit se kept in a small bag on her hip. He still wasn't moving but he was getting nervous of the deadly blade in her hands. Sora looked up to him every few seconds, trying to decide her next move.

She didn't know what he was planning to do with her. But she was going to make sure that it didn't get that far. She locked eyes with him as she quickly brought up her blade and pointed it inches from his throat. She smirked at his panicked expression. Not so tough now are you?

"Move…" she snarled quietly in his ear.

"I don't believe you. Or did you notice…I just saved your life?" his hands slowly rose and he was trying to inch his way away from the blade.

Sora smirked. "Yah I noticed, thanks."

He still wasn't budging. "What's your name anyway?" So he was trying to start a conversation.

"Distracting me is not gonna work Kenobi…Either this blade goes into your neck or you let me walk out of here."

As he studied the young woman's face he noticed that she put a lot of emphasis when she said his name, Kenobi. Obi-Wan still didn't quite know why she was acting this way, or even who she was. He just knew that he had to get a name out of her...and fast.

  He had already tried to probe her mind, but despite her valiant effort to say she couldn't use the force, there was solid wall covering any memories or thought. He didn't praise himself for his negotiation powers, but that was his last option right now

"Listen, I really don't care about anything that you've done…I…" How do you explain this? "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine. Now move," her hand didn't waver at all as she spoke, and Obi-Wan knew that desperate times call for desperate measures.

"I just want to know your name."

He carefully split his attention while he talked and got a force hold on his lightsaber on his belt.

"What for? You going to try and report me or some th-AH!" She gave a small yelp as Obi-Wan's lightsaber activated, sending her vibro-blade into nonexistence. He caught it in his hand and held it in a non threatening pose, but threatening enough to know that he was not kidding around.

She backed up but the repulser bed stopped her progress. He saw her face whiten just a little bit, but her expression showed no sign of anxiety. She's good…

He lowered the blade, but did not turn it off. He waited for her to make the first move.

"Why do you want to know my name so bad?" She still stood tall.

"Let's just say that it might be…beneficial to your future…" He hoped that sounded better to her than it had to him.

She seemed to consider it for a moment and then dropping her shoulders, she broke their eye contact.

"Sora," she said quietly. "Sora Jade."

Obi-Wan repeated it over and over in his head before he replied, "It's beautiful…"

Her face contorted with anger and she walked right up to him. "Who asked you!?" She shouted in his ear. Turning on her heal she calmly walked out of the medical wards and he listened to her footsteps retreat down the hall, getting faster and faster as she picked up her pace.

He shut down his lightsaber and slumped down on the bed. He still hadn't gotten a full night's sleep, but his energy was totally renewed. Sora Jade…