MusicDreamer

eh...I need the Jedi in order to finish the story...

Would it help if i say there through the worst of things? For this story anyways :)

Halfling

Yes, he has that drug once again...Siri and Adi are back this chapter, but it is a short chapter...sadly.

Saiyan Jedi

I suppose so, Obi-Wan isn't very trusting in the older episodes either. Isn't it amazing though? Everyone loves to see the characters get hurt...no wonder they fear us

K-rock

Hmm -wonders what you're thinking- Not sure if your right or now, but don't count your chickens before they hatch.

Mellaithwen

Yay, you're not dead! -grins-

Yes...i will track you down...when i get the money that is...

And yes, Xanatos does have Serr wrapped around his finger, pretty tightly too, but things will happen. You've given me the short chapter virus again. Shame on you. :)

hmm...wow only 55 days till Christmas now, need to get some shopping done. ttyl my dear watson

Kynstar

Yes, both Jedi are poor and need tlc..that can be your job if you wish, -laughs- I am evil

I didn't have any spell check on this document, I started writing it on my new laptop, but it had a recall part, so i had to send it to another computer and had to finish it in wordpad which has no spell checker, so if there are a lot of spelling errors in this chapter, I'm sorry

Chapter 11

A cool teal color was prominent in the night sky as Serr waited for Xanatos to return. The window near him was open, allowing a fresh breeze inside as he slumped against the wall. Strange thoughts pondered his mind, refusing to let him be. If Obi-Wan was a criminal, then why did he feel so bad about turning him in?

He hadn't meant to run into him that first night, and Serr thought that maybe things would have been better. He had sorta come to like the young man, though their time together was short.

He wasn't sure exactly how it happened, but suddenly he found himself pinned against the wall.

"Where is he?" Siri demanded.

Serr tried to push her off, but she held him there easily. "Where?" she repeated.

"I..I don't know who you're talking about," he stammered, trying to pull away.

Siri pushed him further back against the wall. "You know very well whom I'm talking about," she growled. "Where is he you dirty treacherous snake?"

Serr grabbed her hands in attempt to ease her off of him. "You talk of treachery," he said grimly, "what if I don't tell you?"

"You don't want to know," she replied.

"I thought it was Jedi code to avoid death at all costs," Serr told her.

Siri gave him a light smile, "You'd be surprised what you can live through," she said sweetly.

Serr became still at this remark, looking into her eyes. The fierce blueness matched her every word, and he wasn't about to try her.

"Three floors down, in an open-barred cell," he told her quietly.

Siri nodded, holding him there for a moment longer. "Show me."

The floor was cold beneath his cheek, a soothing irony compared to his back. He had been awake now for some time, trying to deal with the pain. It had faded some, but still it burned greatly, and each ragged breath he took only seemed to make the pain worsen.

From an early age at the temple, he had been taught to handle pain; to accept it, and thank his body for letting him know he was wounded, and then let it go. But this, he could not accept.

With a short breath, Obi-Wan focused his attention on his arm, following all the way up to his fingers. They were numb, and he could barely move them. He concentrated on flexing his fingers, hoping to bring some feeling back into them. His shoulder ached, a dull throb in comparison to his back.

Obi-Wan stiffened when a cloth touched his back, moaning softly and trying to pull away, but strong hands held him down at the shoulders.

"It's okay, just rest a moment," Adi Gallia's smooth voice stopped his struggles. He hadn't even been aware that someone else had entered his cell. It was then that a wave of force hit him, flowing over his cuts and bruises, ebbing the pain away. Feebly he reached out and tried to grasp it, but failed in doing so. The toxin permitted him to feel the force, but not handle it himself.

"Someone's coming," he heard Siri call from the doorway.

He felt Adi grasp his forearm, helping him to his knees. "Can you walk?" she asked him as Obi-Wan drew the cloak around him.

"I think so," he replied, struggling to his feet. His movements were sluggish, and he was unsteady as he leaned agaisnt the Jedi Master for support. When he was certain he could make it, he followed Adi and Siri out, passing out of sight as several guards walked by.

"Where's Qui-Gon?" he quired softly as they began to move again.

"We haven't found him yet," Adi told him, "we're getting there."

"He's down one floor," Siri cut in, turning to Obi-Wan. "Xanatos has him in an enclosed cell."

Adi Gallia frowned as she looked over her shoulder. "Come on you two, and how, may I ask, do you know this?"

Siri grinned as the pair caught up. "I have my sources," she replied. "Unfortunately he got away."

"Serr?" Obi-Wan asked, breathing heavily.

She nodded. "Pathetic and gullible, very gullible," she muttered the last part under her breath.

Her Master nodded. "I'll get to Qui-Gon then, Siri, you stay with Obi-Wan, try and find where Xanatos put his stuff, meet me in an hour, near the gate outside. And stay out of trouble."

Siri grinned, "What, us get in trouble? Never," she laughed, beckoning Obi-Wan to follow as Adi took a different path.

He thought at first that he was hearing things, and paid little heed, but when the call came again, he made his way over to the wall, pressing his ear against the door, listening intently.When it came again he answered, feeling the force flicker around him. Qui-Gon stepped back as metal began to peel away, as a lightsaber blade was thrust through the tough steel.

"Adi," he breathed, relived to see a familiar face as she kicked the metal inwards. He grimaced as a loud clattering sound was made when it hit the ground, but wasted no time in climbing through the hole.

"Any idea where Xanatos is at?" Adi wondered, peering around a corner. Qui-Gon stood behind her, breathing softly. He hadn't completly healed since the last encounter, but he was certainly stronger. He shook his head in answer to her question. He had some thoughts, but they made him ill, and he couldn't bear to mention them.

"Our padawans are meeting us outside in less than an hour, we have to find our way out of here without getting caught. We'll take care of Xanatos later," she told him, pursing her lips.

"Obi-Wan?" he asked, half afraid of the answer.

He was relived to see her nod, "He'll be okay."

She hadn't want to tell him more, as she continued down the next hallway. She would be grateful when the two were out of here. The creatures were rasing a racket now as the two figures hurried by, it wouldn't be long before they alerted someone to their presence.

TBC