Author's Note I feel I must warn you all that my story ideas tend to peter out after a few chapters…but I really do want to keep up with good ol' Kit. So I will try my best to finish this one, though it may take hecka long if I ever do.

As the days slid by, the tension in the Jedi Temple grew steadily greater. Kit Fisto's condition could neither be diagnosed nor helped. He slept on, oblivious to his surroundings. He was visited often by all manner of Jedi; old friends, master healers, Council members, and so on, but none of them could break into his mind. Masters Plo Koon and Yoda would sit silently by him for hours, probing his closed mind, searching for cracks in the wall of unconsciousness. Obi-Wan would come and talk to Kit, telling him of the happenings of the Jedi while his Master stood silently in the background. Even Mace Windu would visit, placing his long fingers on the glass tank surrounding Kit, and murmuring unintelligible words.

For Kit, the days were nightmarish, but he was unable to escape. The constant red light blinded him and he could not close his eyes against it. The steady, deadly hum of sabers throbbed in his ears and flashes of images he could barely make out caused him to cry out in his mind. He could sense no other Jedi. He was alone in a world of darkness. A darkness overshadowed by the brilliant red of the Sith blade.

At first, Kit panicked in his mind, reeled from the pain of the light, and ran from the images. After some time, he began to resist them more passively. Finally facing the brilliant glow that pursued him and bearing the pain of the images. He saw the images clearly now. Seasee Tinn dying, Master Windu dying, Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, Qui-Gon, even Obi-Wan. He cried out with their deaths, but stood solidly as the images flashed and faded.

On the fifth day of Kit's coma Yoda called Plo Koon, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Mace Windu. "Changes there are, in his mind." He climbed onto a chair next to Kit's head and stared deeply into his glazed eyes. Mace took his place on Kit's other side. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon stood back, allowing Plo Koon to gaze into Kit's eyes as well. "Together we must call him back. He faces us now, faces some horrors as well. Call him back we must!" So each merged his mind with the others and with Kit. At first there was nothing of Kit to reach, as it had been for days. But gradually, they began to contact him. The wall began to crumble and they called to him in his coma.

Kit covered his eyes against the light and the images of death. He sobbed for his people and for the Jedi he knew. Then he began to feel a tugging on his mind. A gentle call that became stronger until it grew to nearly an order. "Come back Kit!" He recognized the voices of many whom he loved and a smile lit his features as he succumbed to their call.

Slowly, the Jedi sensed they were making progress, Kit's mind became solid and no wall now surrounded it to keep them away. "Come back Kit!" They called. Then his eyes lost their gloss and shone clearly, he took a shuddering breath and smiled whitely.

"Heya, guys!" he mumbled through the medicinal fluid in the tank.

As one, they dropped the trance and breathed sighs of relief. They kept their ring around him, still sensing the struggle within. Slowly the liquid was drained and he shuddered as he gained his feet. Qui-Gon and Plo Koon stepped beside him for support as Obi-Wan retrieved the Master's robes. The three led Kit off to his own chambers at his request, leaving Masters Windu and Yoda sitting quietly.

"Talk with him we must."

The dark-skinned Jedi nodded. "But very gently. His mind is troubled."

"Troubled indeed."

They continued to sit in silence until Plo Koon returned. He stood in the doorway with his thick hands folded inside the sleeves of his robes. "He will not allow himself to sleep." The others stood and walked with him down the hall. "His body is still very tired, as is his mind, but he fears closing his eyes. All he did in his quarters was bathe and dress. Now he is insisting upon staying in his quarters alone. I informed him that he must meet with the Council. He is not entirely happy."

Kit sat in the darkness of his room, confusion swirling his thoughts until he was nauseated. He did not move for many hours, trying to remember what had gone on in his head. Terrible things. Nightmarish images of death and destruction. He abruptly stood and exited his room. He took a dim back passage out to the practice arenas to avoid any contact. At the arena he rigorously worked himself with a remote and the ropes course. Anything to keep his mind off sleeping and the nightmares that would follow. He was so involved in his exercise that he failed to sense the presence of three Jedi Masters. Yoda, Plo Koon and Mace Windu strode through the sands as he battled the tingling lasers of the remote.

"Master Fisto," Yoda called. Kit tried ignoring them, turning the remote on a higher regime and whirling quickly to protect himself.

"Master Fisto," Plo Koon tried. Kit could not ignore them much longer, but he tried to keep his mind blocked and focused only on the floating orb.

Finally, in his ever-so-condescending voice, Mace called his name. Simultaneously, Yoda and Plo Koon broke through his mental barriers and shook him. The last laser from the remote stung his arm.

Kit retracted his saber and turned slowly, his large eyes dull. "Talk with you we must, young one," Yoda said. Kit acted as though he had not heard. He walked toward them, looking past them. Shouldering his way between Plo Koon and Mace Windu he headed toward the exit. Instantly, all three of the council members were in front of him again, blocking his way.

His mouth curled to a sneer. "I don't feel the need to converse with the three almighty Jedi." His eyes lowered, "I mean no disrespect, I don't know what is wrong." When he lifted his chin, his eyes shone defiantly again.

Author's note: sorry, it seems at though my muse has gone…