Anakin was lying on the bed still unconcious.

Rae sat in a chair to his left, her right arm in a sling, from the shoulder being dislocated, and her chest bandaged up from some of them being bruised.

Qui-Gon sat in a chair on the other side of the bed, some ice on his shoulder which was swollen.

Rae was holding Anakin's hand running her thumb back and forth across it, soothingly.

"He is still in pain." She looked up at Qui-Gon.

He nodded; he raised an eyebrow at her. "I think he has picked up a few of your habbits. And not the best ones either."

Rae ducked her head, blushing. "I never meant for that to happen." She released his hand and gently brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

Anakin had allowed his hair to grow out since Obi-Wan had died, Rae beleived that it was his own way of morning and almost a symbol that he did not believe that he was a Padawan anymore.

Rae looked back up at her Master. "How do you think he is here?" She didn't need to say who she was talking about.

Qui-Gon shook his head, watching Anakin closely. "I don't know." He paused. "But I worry about the affect his being here might have on others."

Rae nodded looking at Anakin as well.

Qui-Gon looked up at Rae. "Padawan."

Rae met his gaze. She pressed her lips together. "Please don't, Master."

Qui-Gon shook his head, turning back to Anakin. "I worry about you, Padawan." He looked back up at her. "You never gave yourself time. You never do."

Rae looked away. "Please, Master!" Her voice was almost desperate.

Qui-Gon considered pressing her, but decided that now wasn't the time.

Anakin stirred on the bed and both Rae and Qui-Gon's attention was immediately on the young boy.

Anakin's eyes fluttered open and focused on Rae and Qui-Gon. "What happend? Where am I?"

Rae smiled comfortingly. "You are in the Med Wing, remember?"

Qui-Gon nodded. "You passed out, too much stress, too little food," Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow at Anakin at this, "and too little sleep."

Anakin frowned for a moment; then realization dawned on his face and he closed his eyes for a moment.

Qui-Gon's face became serious. "Anakin, you can't do this to yourself. It won't help Obi-Wan and it certainly won't help you."

Anakin squeezed his eyes shut tighter. "I know." Anakin took a deep breath. "I've just been preoccupied with. . .everything." He opened his eyes again. "How's Obi-Wan?" He changed the subject before Rae or Qui-Gon could say anything further about his situation.

They both let it slide.

"He's ok." Rae smiled wryly. "Some of the staff commented that the reason he's still going is because of pure stubbornness." Her smile became brighter. "They also said that we could go see him and that he should wake up soon."

Anakin all but leapt out of bed. "What are we waiting for?!"

Rae sat back casually. "Actually we were waiting for you to wake up so you could have your check up."

"Indeed we were."

All three heads turned to the door to find Yeg A'Ta.

Anakin groaned as he sat back on the bed.

Consciousness wasn't something that Obi-Wan welcomed with open arms. With it brought a burning pain in his stomach and a pounding headache. He opened his eyes a crack; then groaned and snapped them shut again as the light, which was probably pretty dim, made the pain of his headache ten times worse.

He felt cool, rough, large hand touch his forehead and the pain receded.

Obi-Wan slowly blinked his eyes open staring at the ceiling. Then everything came rushing back to him and he shot up in bed, only to be gently pushed back down by strong hands. He didn't argue because when he sat up it made the pain in his head and stomach worse.

He closed his eyes and waited for the pain to recede once more; then he opened his eyes again and looked around.

There was a petite girl standing next to him with dark blond, almost brown, hair and terquoise eyes, looking at him worriedly. And next to her were two people he thought he would never see again.

"Master? Anakin?"

The older Jedi smiled from where he was standing, obviously the one who had pushed him back, and Anakin stared at him from his chair, Anakin smiled at him, but it was somewhat a weak one.

Obi-Wan gazed at them with shock. "But - but - you - you're dead!"

Qui-Gon's face became blank, Anakin raised blinked; they both turned to the girl whose eyes had gone wide.

She turned to Qui-Gon and raised her left arm, her right was in a sling. "Master I swear!"

Qui-Gon looked as though he was about to say something, but then he glanced at Obi-Wan and instead firmly grasped the girl's left shoulder and led her just outside the open door. Where they began to speak to each other in heated voices that were low enough that neither Obi-Wan, nor Anakin could hear.

Obi-Wan tried to strain his hearing for a few minutes, but found it to no avail. He then turned his attention to Anakin who was staring at something in his hands.

"What do you have there?" he asked, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence.

Anakin looked up; he then silently held out his hand for Obi-Wan to see.

In the palm of his hand was a small, smooth rock. Obi-Wan recognized it immediately.

"Where did you get this?" He looked at Anakin with shock.

Anakin bit his lip, pulling his hand away and clutching the rock to his chest, as if he was afraid Obi-Wan would take it.

"My Master gave it to me for my birthday..." his eyes became full of pain, "just before he died."

Obi-Wan's own eyes went wide, but before he could say anything, raised voices drew their attention.

"I swear Master! I didn't mean to! I swear!" The girl was sobbing.

Qui-Gon knelt down and took her in his arms.

She cried on his shoulder. "It was an accident! I would never do this on purpose!" Her voice was muffled by Qui-Gon's robe, but still audible, even by Obi-Wan and Anakin. "Never!"

Qui-Gon was shhing her and rubbing her back soothingly.

Finally she stopped sobbing and he pulled away, but gently rested his hands on her shoulders. "- as long as you can fix it, it will be all right."

The girl nodded and took a deep breath.

"Ready?"

She nodded again.

They both stood up and headed back into the room, the girl wiping her face on the sleeve of her robe. They approached the bed, the girl stood to Qui-Gon's right and a little behind him, a position quite familiar to Obi-Wan.

"Obi-Wan, I would like you to meet my Padawan, Raechel Hennel." He turned slightly to the girl, who smiled at Obi-Wan her face and eyes now dry. Qui-Gon the turned back to Obi-Wan. "She will explain what has happened. And I must tell you that it will sound unbelievable, but it is true." Qui-Gon then stepped aside and let Rae step forward.

She seemed to debate for a moment; then finally took a deep breath. "What if I told you that you have just traveled to an alternate reality?"

One chapter left until I am done posting for today.