Sorry this is a long chap
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Waking up you see the same white ceiling as before but you don't have to look at the table next to you to know there is more broth. You aren't hungry this time though so you don't contemplate drinking it. Your back doesn't hurt as much so you decide to get up and explore. Slowly pushing yourself into a full sitting position you feel a slight twinge of pain that quickly goes away. Lifting up the back of your shirt you use the mirror and see that your back is almost completely healed. The only trace of the wounds is the scar tissue and the still healing section in the middle of your back.
Putting the mirror back you slide off the bed and stretch a bit to get your sore muscles somewhat loose. Once you end your stretching the Healer from the other day waltzes in with a big grin on his face and is whistling merrily. He starts taking things out of the cupboards and mixing them in a bowl and seems oblivious to the fact that you're walking to the door. But when you are about to open the door he says, "Before you do anything you need to take a shower and drink your broth. The showers are the first door on the left. There's towels and soap already in there."
Before you shut the door he calls out, "Don't forget to wash behind your ears!"
Heading down the hall you realize you haven't taken a real shower in almost years. Yeah, you've washed in the rain but it only comes every spring for a very brief period of time. Walking into the shower room you head into the women's section and see that it is just one big tiled room. There are toiletries and patient clothes on one wall, sinks on another, and the other two walls are lined with showerheads on top and knobs a few feet below evenly spaced every few feet. Pulling your clothes off you put them in a hamper already half way full with used clothes. Grabbing a shampoo bottle, a bar of soap, a back scrubber, and a poof you head for the nearest showerhead. Turning the hot water knob you wait for the water to get hot and then turn the cold-water knob to get the temp just right. Moving under the spray of water you stand there for a couple of minutes enjoying the feel of the warm water sliding over your body. After washing your hair and scrubbing off all the dirt with the soap covered poof and back scrubber you stand under the water for a little bit longer.
Finally turning off the water and collecting the toiletries you put the shampoo and soap back on the shelves and toss the poof and back scrubber into a bin before grabbing a some towels and drying off. Throwing the towels into the same bin as the clothes. Looking to the clothes section of the wall you see they have no undergarments available so you just grab a robe instead and grab a hairbrush. After putting on the robe you brush out your long hair then put the brush back and head to your room.
Walking back you feel much better now that you were officially grime free and much refreshed though still tired, as you seemed perpetually to feel. Walking through the door the Healer glances over at you, returns to his work, stops, looks back at you, and starts laughing, well, not laughing per say. It was more of a puff of air that came out as a half squeak half laugh. He continues this squeak-laugh for a bit while working and shaking his head. You stare at him before dismissing it as insanity or something of the like. Getting into your bed you promptly roll over and drift into sleep.
You're cleaning your step dad's room when someone grabs your arm and spins you around before letting go. You find yourself facing your step dad's chest. You look up and see a look of insanity and pleasure in his eyes. With fear lending you strength you bowl through the 200 pounds that is in the path between you and the door. Almost out the door something heavy crushes into your back knocking you to the ground. Before you have time to scramble to you feet a hand roughly pulls you up by the hair and throws you against the wall opposite the door. Flying through the air you scream in pain as you make contact and your left arm crumples against the wall your elbow bending the wrong way and you slide to the floor.
You stand up and see your step dad blocking the door laughing. As he slowly advances you take hold of your forearm and wrench it back into place with a cry of pain. Your step dad has now halved the distance between the two of you. Looking for a way out you bolt to the right only to have him grab you injured arm making you scream again before he throws you on the bed. Sitting on top of you, you punch his face and try to wiggle your legs free only to have him slap you across the face. And then, the weirdest thing happened he started shaking you and screaming, "Wake up!" over and over again.
Sitting up in bed hunched over your slightly bent knees you find yourself sweating profusely and the Healer now on the ground with a pale face. You realize you must have been dreaming. You reach up to brush some hair out of your face and you feel the tears coursing down your cheeks and hear them slowly plopping onto the covers.
Healer
After reminding the girl to wash behind her ears he had done nothing but mix herbs for poultices and such. It was a relatively boring job but still needed to get done. He was so engrossed in his work that when the girl came back he gave her only a glance before returning to work. He stopped thinking something wasn't quite right about her appearance and looked at her again and immediately fell to squeak-laughing as he had dubbed it. He couldn't help it. Nobody had realized it before with all the dirt but once she was clean she looked almost identical to Qui-Gon except gorgeous as hell. When he had looked at her again he couldn't help but picture Qui-Gon in a white robe with boobs and hips. It was hilarious. As she walks to her bed he calms himself still chuckling every once in a while and goes back to work.
A scream of both terror and pain enter his ears making him cover his ears with pain of his own. He turns around and sees the girl writhing around on the bed holding her arm with a grimace of pain contorting her face. Running over to her he sees she is still asleep but before he can try and wake her she lets out another ear shattering scream forcing him to cover his ears once more until it passed. When it did he starts shaking her and yelling, "Wake up!" repeatedly. He is about ready to give up when she suddenly sits up knocking him to the ground. He can see the tears coursing down her face to land on the covers.
You
Steadying your ragged breathing you try and calm yourself enough to stop crying. Once you have calmed yourself to a somewhat sedate state the two Jedi from before and the little green man come rushing in, the two Jedi getting stuck inside the door when both tried getting into the room at the same time. You look up at them then draw your knees up to your rest your head on before closing your eyes. You strengthen your shields and let everyone present know that nobody is getting in.
When the hand comes to lightly rest on your shoulder you involuntarily jump before looking up at the longhaired Jedi.
"It's ok to let us in, you know." He says softly, his voice edging away some of the anxiety of the dream before hand.
"No it's not." You reply coolly.
"And why is that, if I may ask?"
"No you may not ask." You bit out; the phrase sounding harsher than you had originally intended it to. The Jedi didn't seem bothered by your brash response and in return just kept watching you.
"Ok then may I ask if you are ok?" Genuine concern lifted in his voice, something that you weren't used to and didn't expect.
"I'm fine; just a little bad dream."
"That was no 'little bad dream' young one. If it had been a little bad dream we wouldn't have felt your fear and pain through the Force as strongly as we did. And poor Danny would not of called us so urgently if it had been as little as you claim your bad dream to be." He explained, his hand dropping from your shoulder and back to his side, "Will you tell me about it?" he continued to ask.
"No." The Jedi let out a soft sigh of slight aggravation. Upon opening his mouth to reply, the Little Green Man cut him off in his unusual backwards dialect.
"Qui-Gon, she obviously does not want to tell anyone about it and since there was no harm done we will leave her be until she wishes to speak with us." Yoda interjects. "I believe we should leave her to sort this out herself. She does not seem to require our assistance in this matter. If she needs us she knows what to do." With that everybody left you alone in the room.
This particular dream was the one that kept you awake most nights. You wish you could be rid of it and the rest of them but you knew they would haunt you for the rest of your life. No matter how uncomforting it was it was reality like it or not. You lie back down and rub your arm unconsciously where a twinge of real pain lingered.
Staring at he ceiling you know sleep won't come again until tomorrow you decide to explore the Healer's, Danny you think his name is, workplace. Rummaging through the cupboards and cabinets all you find are herbs and the like. In the drawers though you find some books on healing. Looking through them you find a Healing book for Beginners and decide to read it since there is not much else to do. Settling yourself back in your bed you open the book and read the Table of Contents and see that the book is all about herbs and their uses. Turning to the first page you start reading about basil and its healing properties. About half way through the book you start to nod off and before you know it sleep takes over your tired body and mind.
Jedi
"Master Yoda, why did you tell me to leave the girl alone? I do not understand." Qui-Gon inquires.
"There is no need for you to understand Qui-Gon. But if you would like to help her . . .?" Yoda mumbles, his backwards speech still rough to the Master's ears even after all these years.
"Of course I do!" He responds vehemently.
"Then it is now official. She will be living with you and Obi-Wan from this day forth. I have one constraint though Qui-Gon. You will not inquire into her past. If you ask about her past she will move in with someone else. Is that understood?" Yoda says quietly, his voice pleading with Jinn not to question.
"Yes Master, it is understood though not to my liking. How will I help her if I do not know what is the problem."
"That is for you to find out, now isn't it? You are dismissed."
Walking to his flat Qui-Gon can't help but feel a little anger mixed with his irritation. The eyes of the two other Jedi watched as Jinn sauntered away, his irritation washing into the Force. Looking to his companion, Yoda makes a cooing sound. "Hmm, I wonder about our friend, Mace."
"I know what you mean, Master." Mace responds with a nod of his head.
"I have a task for you."
"What is it?" A chocolate brow raised on his forehead.
"I want you to find someone who will help the young fit in. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course Master." He replies with a bow. "I believe I know the perfect person for the job, if she will accept it.
Walking off to search for the right person, Mace leaves Yoda standing in the middle of the hospital hall.
"I guess I should inform the council of my decision." And with that the little green man makes his way to the council room.
Obi-Wan
"Have you found anything Sonora?"
"No, there isn't anything even mentioning the object you described to me. It's like it doesn't exist or something." She replies with a sigh.
"I know. We've looked in every data pad, book, article to do with lightsabers and there is nothing." The Padawan shook his head with a slight frown. How come this object was untraceable?
"Have you given any thought to the possibility that it may not even be a lightsaber? I mean, it could be anything for all we know. It could even be just what you described it as, an oblong metal object with knobs on the end and nothing more. It could be the piece of metal you described it as and not some ancient lightsaber. Just because you think it is a lightsaber does not mean it is one, Obi-Wan." She reasoned, her voice taking on the air of that of one of their teachers.
"I know Sonora. Its just that if it was a lightsaber it would answer a lot of questions that there is no other plausible explanation for, like how she learned to fight so well and where she learned such proficient mind shields."
"Yes it would explain a lot of things but to kill ourselves looking for proof that it is a lightsaber won't help any. Were going to go get dinner whether you like it or not, I'm starving." Grabbing her friends arm she drags him to the dining hall.
Mace
The young Padawan he was looking for happened to be one of Obi-Wan's closest friends. She was perfect for the job. She was nice but was very stubborn, which was what he thought the girl desperately needed, someone who would more or less do what was best for her and not let her do anything about it. And what was even better was that Sonora was the same size as the girl so she could share her clothes until she got some of her own. Now the only thing left to do was find the blasted Twi'lek girl Sonora.
He had already gone to her flat, the library, the practice room, common places known to have kids hanging around all the time but she hadn't been in any of those places. He had even gone to Obi-Wan's flat only to find nobody there. He was hungry and wanted to quit so he decides to get some food before heading to his rooms for some much needed rest. After the first meeting with the girl the council had been up the whole night talking about what to do with her. They had finally decided to move her in with someone else but not until it was already well past dawn on the next day. Then they had to make a list of possible caretakers, which had taken what seemed forever and a day. He would of slept the day away and still been sleeping at this very point in time if the girl hadn't of had that "little bad dream" of hers. The only good thing to come of it was no more council meeting to decide the caretaker. That had been taken care of thanks to the girl's outburst.
Grabbing a tray Mace made his way down the line grabbing the food that looked appetizing, unlike whatever he tried to cook, the food here was edible and some of it even good. The dining hall was more for people who had no time to cook for themselves then people who couldn't cook (because they could learn). Sitting down at a table in the corner Mace begins eating his mac and cheese when someone lightly taps him on the shoulder. Turning around he sees it is just Obi-Wan.
"What is it Padawan?"
"Umm . . ." clearly nervous the young padawan has trouble forming a sentence to say, "How . . .how is the girl?"
"She is fine, Obi-Wan. Is there anything else before I get back to my food."
"Yes, there is one question. Do you know what the metal object is?"
"No Obi-Wan I do not. You will have to ask her yourself after she moves into your flat to live with you and your Master. Good-bye Padawan." With that Mace turns his attention back to eating. After a couple bites he curses himself and his tiredness. Obi-Wan was Sonora's best friend they were almost inseparable. Quickly standing up Mace scans the dining hall hoping they were still eating. Luck was on his side for right in the middle sat Obi-Wan talking with Sonora. "No Obi-Wan I do not. You will have to ask her yourself after she moves into your flat to live with you and your Master. Good-bye Padawan." With that Mace turns his attention back to eating. After a couple bites he curses himself and his tiredness. Obi-Wan was Sonora's best friend they were almost inseparable. Quickly standing up Mace scans the dining hall hoping the two companions were still eating. Luck was on his side for right in the middle sat Obi-Wan talking with Sonora who was finishing the rest of the food on her plate. He quickly makes his way to their table and gets there right when they are getting ready to leave.
"Sonora do you have a minute? I need to talk to you."
"Sure Master Windu, but I need to be at the sparring room in about 10 minutes though."
"Don't worry it's just a quick question I'd like you to think about and give me your answer tomorrow. Will you be a "tour" guide for the girl Obi-Wan brought to the Temple. Her wounds are healed enough for her to move around, but she needs someone to show her around the Temple and get her some appropriate clothes and get her settled in with Obi-Wan and his Master. I would like you to be that someone. Sleep on it and give me your answer tomorrow morning. Thank you for your time. You may now got to your sparring practice Padawan. Until tomorrow." With that Mace turned around, without letting the girl answer, and started to walk back to his much welcomed food and a promise of some much needed sleep after. He had made this assignment more of a question if she would do it, but he was the second in command. He diserved the right to throw his position of power around every now and then.
"Wait Master Windu. I have an answer for you know if you would allow me. I would like to be her guide please."
"Ok. Good. Meet me at Obi-Wan's at 7 o'clock sharp and I will introduce you to her." He said, pleasantly surprised that she had stopped to actually give him an asnwer. Specifically, the answer that he had wanted.
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sorry again that its so long. and that it is weirder than the last chap