Yep, this is my first fic, though I'm actually working on a couple of others at the moment. My next story, an action/humor story featuring Obi-Wan and Anakin, will be posted shortly. My puppy (a dobie mix) likes sitting on my lap though and gets in the way of my laptop! lol. Anyhow, here is the next part. I apologize for the shortness, though I will be posting the next update on Saturday to make up for it. ;) Thanks for reading!

Chapter 6

Obi-Wan woke to the muted sound of conversation coming from outside his open bedroom door. The voices stopped abruptly, followed by the quiet beep of a com unit turning off, and a young woman – an apprentice healer, by the looks of her dress – appeared at his bedside.

"Good morning, Master Kenobi," came her soft tones, "It looks like you're feeling better."

"Morning, is it?" he rasped, breaking off in a cough.

"Well, very nearly. It's still quite early." she replied as Obi-Wan glanced out the window. "How are you feeling?" she prodded gently.

Considering the question for a moment, Obi-Wan concluded that he was feeling much better than he had been yesterday afternoon. He didn't feel so cold and congested, and things didn't seem nearly as hazy as they had yesterday.

"I'm feeling much better, Healer . . ." he trailed off, realizing that he didn't know who this healer was and that he had no memory of her coming.

"It's Apprentice Healer Sinan," she replied with a small bow, "and it is good to hear that you are feeling better." she said kindly.

Thinking of yesterday though, he realized with a start that not only did he not remember Healer Sinan's arrival, but he also didn't remember anything at all after collapsing on his bed for a nap yesterday afternoon.

Sensing his thoughts in the way that Healers always seem to, she informed him, "Your Padawan called the healer's late yesterday, you had a very high fever. My Master, Healer Tirrel, came to treat you, and since your Padawan was not here I was to stay with you until you woke."

"Oh . . . I see . . . thank you." Obi-Wan replied, his mind racing to make sense of the explanation. Since the healer was still here, he assumed that his Padawan was not. Where on Coruscant could Anakin have gone?

With honed efficiency, the apprentice healer administered medication, took his temperature, and brought him a light meal, which he made an effort to at least pick at. After assurances from Obi-Wan that he was fine, and that his Padawan would be returning shortly, she left, satisfied.

Despite what he had told the young healer, Obi-Wan really had no idea when his Padawan would be back, let alone where he was. Determined to resolve this, he threw off the covers and settled down cross-legged on top of the bed. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind, finding his inner silent spot, and then concentrated on locating his Padawan in the Force.

There. Anakin's bright, chaotic presence was like a beacon as he sensed it through their training bond. Though normally somewhat turbulent, his Padawan's presence was now like a whirlwind. Something was definitely bothering his apprentice, though as soon as he noticed Obi-Wan's mental prodding his shields slammed into place.

Obi-Wan drew back mentally, stunned. While he had not been able to discover exactly what it was that was bothering Anakin, he clearly did not want to share it with his Master. Disturbed, Obi-Wan knew that he had to find his Padawan, now.

But where would he be? Anakin wasn't too fond of any of the meditation gardens . . . the observation areas were usually too crowded for him . . . and Anakin never could do repairs when he was upset. Racking his somewhat muddled brain, Obi-Wan suppressed the impulse to hit himself on the forehead as the answer suddenly came to him.

He got out of bed and pulled on his boots and cloak as quickly as his present condition allowed, and shakily set out to find his Padawan.