"Are you absolutely certain about this?" asked Qui-Gon for the fifth time. Obi-Wan nodded.

He and the other two Jedi were discussing his vision the next morning, while Taun We listened quietly from the sofa nearby where Boba lay sleeping. They had stayed up very late that night talking, and the next day, Obi-Wan and Taun We had returned for more talk, with Taun We bringing Boba, who, thanks to a small Force suggestion, had slept through both discussions.

"I was watching it and, although the man had Jango Feet's armor, I knew upon looking at him that it was Boba," answered Obi-Wan patiently.

"But you're sure it really was him, and not a vague impression left over from the shock of seeing him here?"

"I'm sure."

"You're certain? There's…"

"Master, I think he's sure," commented Anakin. Qui-Gon grinned.

"Whatever gave you that idea, Padawan?"

"The question is," interrupted Taun We suddenly "what are we going to do about this?"

"Actually, the question is what does it mean," retorted Obi-Wan. She made a face at him, but agreed.

"It means that this story continues far past what we thought was the end," answered Qui-Gon. "It means that Boba Fett is given the chance to grow into the man his father was, and it means that there are some new forces at work here."

"The boy and girl and the Wookie?" asked Anakin. Qui-Gon nodded, but Obi-Wan added, "There might be something else here. All we really learned from this is that there's something more to it that we missed the first time."

"Should we inform the Council?" asked Anakin. Obi-Wan nodded, but Qui-Gon shook his head.

"Not until we have more information," the tall Jedi said quickly. "We didn't learn enough this time to matter."

"Yes we did," countered Obi-Wan. "We learned there's more. Even if we don't know how much more, or what it is, that's still enough to bring up quite a few questions, questions we can't ponder on our own."

"Can't or won't?" demanded Qui-Gon with surprising vehemence. Everyone looked stunned but Obi-Wan managed to answer, "can, but shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because it's too much. There are too many questions for the four of us to answer alone."

"Because the Council says there are too many? Or because there really are?"

"Master?" asked Anakin timidly. "Is something wrong?"

"No," snapped Qui-Gon, but his Padawan's trademark big mouth prevented him from accepting this.

"Yes there is."

"No there isn't."

"Yes there is."

"No, there isn't."

"No, there isn't."

"Yes-No there isn't."

"Si- drat."

"Anakin, there is nothing wrong, alright?"

"Yes there is."

"Would you two stop it?" demanded Taun We.

"No there isn't!"

"Yes there is!"

"Anakin, shut up. Master, tell us what's wrong or we'll let Anakin talk," interrupted Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon gave him a look. "You're concern is touching, Padawan, but you forget that I've had to put up with Anakin for the past ten years. I'm not going to tell you anything because he talks."

"Than tell us because we're worried," retorted Obi-Wan.

That seemed to take his master aback, and he paused for a moment, long enough for the other two to get their faces into appropriate expressions.

"It's nothing," muttered Qui-Gon.

"Well either admit that it's something and tell us, or repeat that it's nothing and stop reacting to it," snapped Taun We, surprising everyone.

"Basically tell us what we want or don't talk," commented Anakin.

"I'm perfectly capable of speaking for myself, I don't need you to translate, Anakin Skywalker," retorted the Kamioan.

They laughed, lightening the mood enough for Qui-Gon to say: "I just have this feeling. Something my old Master said to… said to me once. I don't think we should tell the Council just yet."

"What did he say?" asked Obi-Wan, curious.

"Nothing, really. It's not the Council I'm worried about. It's who they might tell."

Before anyone could ask him what he meant, the door chime rang. "I'll get it!" shouted Anakin, jumping up. The older Jedi chuckled.

"Sometimes I think about how much he's grown in the past ten years," commented Qui-Gon. "And then he opens his mouth and I realize he hasn't at all."

"Hasn't what?" muttered Boba, woken up by Anakin's crashing about. Again, the conversation was interrupted, this time by Anakin and their guest.

"Hey, boys!" called Dex. "I found the ship you're looking for. You're never going to guess where else you've seen it."

The three Jedi crowded around, with Taun We peering over their heads and Boba trying to wiggle between Qui-Gon and Anakin.

"You're right," said Obi-Wan. "I wouldn't have."

You're never going to guess how many total pages this is! Fifty! That's the longest thing I've ever written. (The second was forty-eight.) So anyway, sorry for the break, I had to plan out what's gonna actually happen. I think I've got it now, so I shouldn't have to think for the next few chapters, just write. See, I've got a plot piece that should last me a while, then a few vague plans, and I'm not sure how to end it. Ideas would be appreciated. Speaking of appreciated, the reviewers this time are: Seylin, Satra, doreenthatshot, Phoenix Red Lion, Ellenlome, and Fell Dragon. Thank you, and have a nice day/night/alternate timeline/whenever you read this