NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Wow, I didn't mean to freak you all out. I was going through a rough spot (had to take the LSAT so if you know what that is, perhaps you will forgive me). Here it is, ladies and gentleman, the last chapter...or is it?

Chapter Seventeen

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, feeling more exhausted than he ever had in all of his seventeen years. He was in a round room softly lit a yellow color. Masters Yoda, Qui-Gon, Kyran, Han'yaie and padawan Anya were sitting in a circle around him, slowly opening their own eyes.

Qui-Gon's gaze immediately came to rest on Obi-Wan. "You're looking...more solid," he said in way of greeting. "How are you feeling, Padawan?"

Obi-Wan lifted a hand to brush back a sweaty strand of hair from his forehead and was surprised to see it was a clear color. His eyes widened and he watched his hand slowly become the solid flesh that he knew it to be. "Tired," he croaked out of a dry and raspy throat.

After being out of his body for so long, it felt strange to suddenly have weight to his movements again. He tried to lift his head, but found he had no strength to do so. He sighed and closed his eyes again. A warm hand pressed on his forehead and he felt love and pride flow into him. He smiled, knowing it was Qui-Gon standing there.

"Glad to have you back we are," Yoda's voice came to him. "Make us old you should not."

Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he stared at the small green master in shock. "Was that...a joke?" he wondered.

Qui-Gon chuckled. "Yes, Obi-Wan. Just because one is a Jedi Master does not mean that they lose their sense of humor."

Obi-Wan blushed, embarrassed. That wasn't what he had meant, but he left it alone as Master Han'yaie walked up to him.

"Tell me how you feel. And be more descriptive than when you told your master," the Healer instructed, placing his hands above Obi-Wan's chest to feel his physical well-being.

Obi-Wan took stock of his body. "I feel...exhausted. All my muscles ache, my throat hurts, and everything feels too heavy for me to lift," he said truthfully.

Han'yaie directed Anya to his side. "Feel that, Padawan?"

She nodded.

"That is what it feels like when someone has returned to their body. They have internal scarring that will take time to heal. You, Obi-Wan," Han'yaie said, redirecting his conversation to the young man on the table. "You will need plenty of rest. Nothing strenuous and plenty of exercises to get your muscles back up to their regular strength. No overdoing it. On our way back to Coruscant, I'll show you what I mean and write it down for you. Understand?"

Obi-Wan nodded once, then lay his head back on the padded table. He glanced at his master...and noticed something odd. "Master, what in the Force are you wearing?"

Qui-Gon glanced down at his mostly naked body and flushed. "Hm, forgot what I was wearing in all the excitement to get you back, Obi-Wan." He grinned at his padawan. "And I'd be more concerned about what you were wearing, if I were you."

Confused, Obi-Wan forced his head up again to take a look at his body. Gone were his tunic and pants—and lightsaber. In its place was a lot of shell and some sort of gem necklaces...and a mesh that did nothing to protect modesty. Suddenly, he was very aware of the fact that Anya, close to his own age, was in the room.

"Um, it's chilly in here. Can I have a tunic or cloak or hole to hide in?" he said, his face heating.

"Oh, Obi-Wan, really! I'm a healer!" Anya told him in exasperation.

"But you are also a girl," Qui-Gon pointed out mildly as he took Han'yaie's cloak to cover his padawan up.

"Master!" Obi-Wan hissed, feeling his face heat more. He was sure it was a brilliant red by now.

Yoda gave his version of a laugh—a dry, barking sound. "Young I was once. Know it well I do. Perhaps now leave Anya should until proper clothing Obi-Wan has."

Han'yaie nodded, hiding a grin. "Anya, you're tired; I can feel it. Why don't you go rest for a few hours? I'll wake you when we are ready to return to Coruscant."

Anya shot Obi-Wan a glare, as if blaming him for not allowing her to do her duty as a healer's padawan, but she obeyed her master without a word of protest. Once she left, Han'yaie let out a deep throated chuckle before he turned to Obi-Wan. "You should rest, Obi-Wan. You've had a hard two weeks."

"Two weeks?" Was that all it was? Time had been distorted with the Mother Planet, but Obi-Wan felt as if he had been gone years, not a mere two weeks.

Obi-Wan didn't think he'd be able to sleep. Not with memories of what had happened to him swirling through his mind. He was still amazed that with the combined efforts of the five Jedi that the Mother Planet had been satisfied enough with her balance to allow him to leave. Before he had been released back into his body, he had sent the last spurt of strength he had to help Justain find his way to the Force.

Qui-Gon gazed at Obi-Wan a moment, then politely turned to the two older Jedi. "My Padawan and I need a few moments alone. Then I promise he will get all the rest that you require, Han'yaie."

Han'yaie hesitated, then nodded. He and Master Yoda left the room, leaving the master and padawan alone for the first time since the entire disastrous mission had started.

"I thought I lost you, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said without preamble as he sat down next to Obi-Wan's head for easier viewing. His blue eyes were pools of relief.

Obi-Wan reached weakly for his master's hand, found it, and gave it a small squeeze. "Well, I was sure I was lost," he replied, a note of humor in his tone though his tone was one mostly of thought. "I forgot everything: who I was, what I was, who other people were in my life. It took Knight Justain to remind me..."

Qui-Gon gave him a sharp look. "You saw Knight Justain?"

Obi-Wan was confused. "Yes. He was in there, wherever it was, with me. Didn't you see him?"

"No," Qui-Gon said slowly. He regarded his padawan again for a moment. "But that doesn't mean that he wasn't there. So, he helped you remember?"

Obi-Wan laughed once or twice—all he had the strength for. "You could call it a swift kick in the butt, really."

Qui-Gon chuckled as well. "Glad that someone was there to do it for me." He sobered again. "I am glad to have you back, Padawan."

"I'm glad to be back, Master," as Obi-Wan said it, he had never meant something more in his life.

"Now you need to rest, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon told him softly, drawing the Han'yaie's cloak up closer to Obi-Wan's chin for warmth.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes obediently and listened to the sound of his master's breathing for a moment as sleep pulled lazily at him. Qui-Gon had finally started walking toward the door when Obi-Wan called out, "Master?"

"Yes, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, his tone plainly wondering if Obi-Wan needed something else and ready to fetch it for him.

Obi-Wan smiled. "Nice thighs."

THE END

Author's Note: I know that I did not answer the question of who messed with Obi-Wan's record in the Temple. I'm thinking of a sequel to this ending. I also have an alternate ending, which will be posted soon.