Tiv leaned against the wall, scowling over her shoulder as her classmates filed out with more sane paces than her. Before anyone else she recognized came the girl who had tripped her, giggling with her friends. Then she identified the boy who had stolen her homework a few days ago. After that, it was as if the floodgates had opened, and every face had a name, or an incident.

Nobody noticed her. Nobody even looked her way, although Luke tried. Tiv ducked behind the corner before he spotted her, though.

Finally, the entire class had filed out. Tiv glanced back over her shoulder at the others, and the continued down the hall in the opposite direction. Hiding a grin, she closed her eyes.

"Qui-Gon's defiance I sense in you. Need that, you will not!" Master Yoda informed the young man in front of him. The other Jedi inclined his head, but not before Tiv saw his face. It Obi-Wan, not her Master's friend, but the young man in the infirmary.

The scene changed. Tiv felt as if the planet was spinning, and she was the only one standing still.

Two young men, maybe brothers, were standing in the Meditation Gardens. They were dressed like Jedi, but they were talking and laughing like Tiv had never seen grown Jedi besides her master and his friends.

Suddenly, they stopped. A woman about their age was coming up on them. She wasn't dressed like a Jedi, but she seemed to know her way around, and the men recognized her. Although, from their wide eyes, she wasn't expected.

She stopped when she was right in front of them, and grinned. "Hi, guys," she said.

"Tiv?" spluttered the one on the right. Ghost-Tiv jumped, and looked closer at the woman. Now that they mentioned it, she did see a bit of resemblance between the two of them.

Tiv grinned. "Nice to see you too, Ani," she told them. Now ghost-Tiv really jumped. Ani? Then the other boy, was he Luke? Looking closer, she realized that he was. These were older versions of her and her friends.

"Tiv, where did you…" began Luke, and then stopped. "Wait. So what…?"

"Oh, that's articulate," muttered Tiv. "Glad to see you two haven't changed."

Changed? Since when? Had she been gone for a while? How long? They were talking as if it were a long time but who would send a Knight on a mission for that much time? They couldn't be Masters… But Tiv wasn't dressed like a Jedi at all! Had she maybe left the Order? Then what was she doing back?

"Taun We's dead," said Ani suddenly and bluntly. Ghost-Tiv stared, but Tiv didn't seem too surprised. Instead, she nodded sadly, but calmly.

"What got her?"

"Droids," Luke told her softly. "She didn't stand a chance. We lost Keiros, too, and two others. That girl who used to trip you up when we were Padawans, and one of my master's old friends. Boba lost an arm, too. Trying to protect Colac."

"Are they alright?" Tiv asked dully. Ghost-Tiv wanted to hit her, but that wouldn't really do much, considering that she was insubstantial. How could she, how could they all, care so little about these deaths? These were people, some were friends! Why didn't they care?

"They're fine," Ani answered. "Colac's a little broken up about Taun We's death, but he's adjusting."

"Maybe you should talk to him…" Luke suggested tentatively. But Tiv shook her head.

"He's eighteen now. He should be over it."

"He was only ten when this started!" protested Ani.

"All the more reason. Kids are adaptable. We adjusted, no reason Colac won't." Ghost-Tiv glared at her other self, disgusted by this show of callousness. Not only did she not care, but Ani and Luke didn't seem to much either.

"I guess you're right," Luke agreed. Ani nodded.

"Of course I am," Tiv replied briskly. She turned and looked at the meditating Jedi that surrounded them.

"Everyone else okay?" she asked finally. Both boys nodded.

"How about on your end?" inquired Ani.

"We're fine." Tiv obviously didn't want to discuss this. She turned around and started to walk off. "Give Boba and Colac my best," she called over her shoulder. "I might stop by again in a few years."

To ghost-Tiv's surprise, the boys didn't seem to mind the length of time they'd be separated.

"Tiv!" Luke called suddenly, jogging up to her. The woman turned around, looking calmly at him.

"What?"

Luke looked as if he wanted to say something, and then stopped. He frowned, but finally answered her. "We found this in Master Qui-Gon's apartments, just after you left. He had left a note, asking that we give it to you so… here." He shoved something into her hands.

Tiv looked at it, ghost-Tiv leaning over her shoulder. It was a small rock.

"It was sort of a habit of his," explained Luke. "To give all of his apprentices rocks." He frowned. "Don't know why, but he seemed to think that you'd understand."

To ghost-Tiv's surprise, Tiv smiled. "I do understand," she murmured. "Thank you, Luke." And she turned and left.

"Well I don't!" cried ghost-Tiv. Luke turned and gave her a confused look.

"Don't what?" he asked.

By the time Tiv had figured out that it was odd for him to be able to see her, she had also figured out that the Luke who was asking what she didn't wasn't the one she had been standing with.

"Don't what?" repeated Luke, the real Luke, not the strange one from ten years later where death was so common and Tiv spent her life so far away.

"Don't nothing," retorted Tiv, starting to stand up. She groaned stiffly. "How long was I sitting there?"

"Over an hour," a voice form behind Luke asked. Tiv looked up (way up) and saw that her master was standing over her friend, looking down at her.

"Actually, closer to two," he continued. "From what we can tell. Luke and Ani found you here a few minutes ago, and got me. We were about to take you up to the Healers, but now I can see that there's no need…"

"None at all," said Tiv hurriedly. For some reason, she instinctively wanted to keep these images she was seeing a secret, and a trip to the Healers might ruin that.

"Don't interrupt your master. As I was saying, there's no need, because you can walk there under your own power."

"Master! I'm fine," groaned Tiv. Qui-Gon glared at her.

"Indeed, my young Padawan," he said, his voice dripping sarcasm. "You are fine, which explains why you've spent the last two hours lying on the floor unconscious. Absolutely. You wouldn't have done that by accident; of course it was by design. You meant to do that. Since you're so much wiser than your old master, you will, of course, be able to explain to me why you wanted to spend two hours unconscious on the floor?"

Tiv may have been stubborn, but she recognized a losing battle. "Alright, Master," she muttered, standing. "I'll go."

"And are you planning to go on your own?"

"I think I'm old enough to get from here to the Healer's Wing on my own," snapped Tiv.

"I think you're also old enough to realize how easy it would be for you to simply not go," retorted Qui-Gon. "So, of course, you're old enough to understand why I have to come with you."

"Master! Don't you trust me?" teased Tiv.

Qui-Gon stared at her, and then frowned exaggeratingly to keep from laughing. He hadn't noticed that Tiv had a sense of humor before. "Actually, to be fully honest…"

"And a Jedi never lies!" added Luke.

"Very good, Luke. To be fully honest, Tiv, I don't."

All three laughed. "Suppose it's only to be expected," Tiv muttered. "Nobody trusts me."

"Maybe you're just not trustworthy," mocked Luke.

"Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not, that's for me to know and you to find out!"

Ha! So I'm done! With this chapter, anyway! Oh, wouldn't that suck if I ended the story here? Don't worry, I won't. And by the way, thank you, Fell Dragon, my kind reviewer. I'm sure that there's a very good reason that so few of you are reviewing, but I'm not going to ask. So, by Fell's request, I've been considering a relationship between Tiv and Luke. I'll give the rest of you some time to put in your two cents (as my mom would say) before I do anything definite, though. But that means that you have to review. So HA! Anyway… whatever. Have a nice today!