SoloKenobi: Thanks! After this update, the other updates may be slow. I'm working on another fic and I really should type up the next chapter to Danger as the readers (that I have) over at the JC haven't had an update in three months. :(

MistiWhitesun: Still sounding the same? Wow! Great minds think alike. ;) I still hope it will part from yours, but I'm glad that you're not too mad about it. Thanks!

Tim Knispel: Thanks! Well, that's good.

So I'm not the only one who went through a depression? Glad to know I'm not the only one (wish it never happened at all, but...).

Very little of what's going on off this planet (find out that today) will be seen. The reason is I'm trying to get Luke and the others into a place where I can write them without using NJO a lot. They won't appear until the last chapters of part one.

Well, three people reviewed. That's more than I normally get over at the JC (not that I'm not grateful). I think I'm getting back into this story (only after I changed the ending AGAIN!).

/frustrated sign/

I can't help it sometimes.

This chapter only needed to be edited a very little. I liked it very much when I wrote it and didn't see anything wrong with it. :)

As I said, I'm going to take my time with this as I'm going to update once again with where I left off over at the JC. This could be a once a week update. Sorry!


Chapter Two:
Telling Anakin

He saw nothing but light. A bright and powerful light. His eyes were closed but that white light shone through his lids.

Pain, but that was just a memory, something he felt long ago. The darkness that came with the pain was gone as well. It was like a nightmare that would never go away. The pain and darkness, no, no, don't think about that. The nightmare was over, gone. This white light here, no more pain and no more darkness. But wait, what's this?

A face? A face with long blond hair. Who was it? Did they know him? Now that he thought about it, who was he? He had no idea who he was. He tried to think back to his last memories. Only fragments came back, a brown headed person, no, two brown headed people, one with long hair and another with short.

Jaina, was that the longhaired one's name?

Jacen, the shorthaired?

Jaina, Jaina, his sister?

Jacen, Jacen, his brother?

Yes, yes, that's it. Jaina was his sister and Jacen, his brother. They were running, running from....what? Some creatures, he couldn't remember what they were. Pain, the pain had come from there! But what caused it? Tahiri. The blond headed person. Tahiri, it was Tahiri. Oh, no, Tahiri! Tahiri!

"Tahiri!" Anakin Solo sat up in his bed, looking around for his friend. "Tahiri, where are you? Jaina, Jacen, where are you? Where's Tahiri?"

"Easy now, take it easy, you have been through a rough time."

Started, Anakin looked at the speaker. He was tall and blond headed with bright blue eyes. The man was wearing a uniform, one that he didn't recognize. It was green with dark green stripes going down the sleeves. The light green pants completed the uniform and there was a symbol on the right breast pocket, but Anakin could not figure out what it meant. He seemed to be very familiar to the young Jedi, but he could not put his finger on what that was.

"Who are you?" asked Anakin, trying to get to the bottom of the mystery. "Where am I? Where are my friends?"

The man smiled, apparently amused with the barrage of questions. "You are on the planet Naboo and you are in our private med center. You were very badly hurt in the battle. The staff says you are very fortunate to be alive."

As much as he was annoyed at not having two of his questions answered, the notion of a planet he never heard of captured Anakin's attention. He would get to his other questions later. "Naboo? I've never heard of that planet before."

The man chuckled, "I doubt you would. Naboo hasn't been in the galactic eye for a very long time."

"How come?" the now curious young Jedi asked.

"It was when Palpatine took over. The Naboo were horrified that one of their own - "

"This is Palpatine's homeplanet?!?"

"Yes," the man nodded sadly, "Horrified that one of their own was capable of doing something so traitorous to their own principals and ideas, instead of going up against him or even protesting the act, the Naboo hid. Sent a virus through the computer database which erased the coordinates of Naboo and all mention of the planet."

The man sighed, "The Naboo went through a one battle for their planet and the Clone Wars. I guess the idea of another war was too much for them."

As the man was saying this, Anakin got up, slowly, so not to alarm the man, and walked up to him. He wanted to see what could be familiar about him. "But didn't they want to stop him?"

The man grimaced, "Yes, they wanted to see him stopped, but in a different way. You see, Anakin, the Naboo are pacifists. They don't like war. They hoped to see Palpatine brought down by peaceful means. But," he said, softly, "they did not get their wish."

Anakin nodded, "I understand...sort of, but why didn't Naboo show itself after the war and join the New Republic?"

The man looked at Anakin, leaning against the wall, "Well, Anakin, some wanted to, but there were a few who were against it, agruing that the Republic could be dragged into another war. Because of that fear, laws were established to keep the people from going to the Republic."

"If the majority wanted to go to the Republic, why didn't the people stop it?"

"Because the people voted to have a council of governors make the laws and they trust that council. It used to be that the people voted for a queen or king to rule them. But the ruler that the people wanted wasn't around, so the governors got power."

"Oh, ok," Anakin said, as he moved back to sit on his bed, "so when do I get to leave?"

The man took a chair and sat down. He wasn't looking Anakin in the eye. "There was a law established several years ago to prohibit people from bringing outsiders here."

"It's all right, I won't say anything about Naboo, you can trust me."

"I know you won't, but this law was created to stop the person who brought you here from doing this very thing. This person is also starting a project, but if the council finds out you're here, then she will be in trouble. An uproar over this law will prevent it from developing or could even stop it altogether. You will be able to help with it, but your presence must be kept secret."

"But - " Anakin said, trying to hold back tears, "my family and friends, they'll be worried."

He finally looked Anakin in the eye, he looked very sad. "I'm sorry. They think you're dead."

"What? Why?"

"You were badly injured. You went into a coma and, at the same time, automatically entered a healing trance. It caused a shockwave in the Force and many people thought you had died."

"No, no, that can't be." With that one thought in his mind, Anakin moved to the center of his bed. He brought his knees up and laid his head on them, the tears that he held back now flowed down his cheeks. No, I can't stay, I have to go home. I have to, he thought desperately.

The man went up to him and placed his arms around the young Jedi, trying to comfort the boy. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so sorry, Anakin." He sounded as if he was struggling to hold tears back.

But Anakin had not heard him. He was lost in his own sorrow. I'll never see my family again, he thought, never again. Anakin whispered, more to himself than anyone else, "I'll never see them again!"


Trust me, this is the least of Anakin's worries at the moment. I put the kid through every nightmare possible and I mean nightmare. ]:)