"From what I can tell, there's nothing physically wrong with her," the healer said. As much as Qui-Gon tried, he couldn't remember the name that had slipped through his mind like sand through a hole in its container in his worry for Tiv.

"Nothing at all?" he asked, confused. "With nothing wrong, she spent two hours unconscious on the floor?"

The healer shrugged. "I took the suggestion you had about it being Force-related and checked, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong in that area."

"The Council has told you about their suspicions?"

"That she became Force-sensitive? Yes."

"And?" demanded Qui-Gon.

She shrugged again. "I checked her blood sample from several years ago. There hasn't been one taken since she was…" the healer looked at her datapad, and then back up at Qui-Gon. "Nine years old. Before that, she wasn't Force-sensitive, after you found her, she was. There's no explanation for it whatsoever."

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows. "Did anything unusual happen to her during that time?"

"Do you thing I haven't checked?" the healer demanded irritably. "Nothing that's recorded. There weren't any noticeable Force surges in that area except…" she hesitated.

"What?" prodded Qui-Gon.

"Actually, never mind. That wasn't even in the area." Qui-Gon frowned at the healer's reluctance to tell him, but didn't push for details.

"There was one other thing, though," she informed him as she began to walk away. Qui-Gon eagerly turned to her.

"What?"

"Whatever happened to Tivania before you brought her here was brought on by the Force. There were still traces of it on her for a split second before they disappeared."

Qui-Gon frowned again. "Why wouldn't I have sensed that?"

"I can't think of any reason why unless…" she paused. "Never mind."

The tall Jedi rolled his eyes. "No. You've already never mind-ed me once today, that's the limit. Why do you think I didn't sense it?"

The healer sighed. "The only reason I can think of would be if Tiv was intentionally keeping something from you, and her mental shields were designed to block the Force signature from her master, who is more likely to find out whatever her secret is, rather than from a complete stranger, who is likely not to care."

Qui-Gon didn't like that idea, but he had to admit, the healer had a point. Still, as untrusting and suspicious as Tiv was, he couldn't believe that she'd design her mental shields specifically to keep him out, and he said so to the healer. She just shrugged, which seemed to be a favorite gesture.

"Try this. Have one of your friends who Tivania wouldn't expect to be as close to her as you probe her mind. See if it's easier for them or for you. For a normal Padawan, it would be easier for you, but…" she let the sentence hang. Qui-Gon decided not to point out that, having already trained four Padawans, he would know what was normal or what wasn't.

"Alright," he sighed. "Is there anything else?" he added.

"One thing," the healer responded. "Tivania has a brother, erm, Colac?" Qui-Gon nodded. "Where is he?" she asked.

"He's staying with Senator Amidala and Jar Jar Binks, why?"

"Could you bring him here?" requested the woman. "I'd like to run some tests on him, to see if whatever's happening to his sister might also be happening to him."

"Wait…" said Qui-Gon. "Happening? I thought that whatever made Tiv become Force-sensitive would be over and done with by now."

The healer shook her head. "Maybe. But we can't deny that odd things have been happening to your Padawan, Master Jinn. She may be finished with her… ordeal, for lack of a better word, or she may not be. We can't tell without having any readings from the time it actually occurred, which we don't have. But if this happens to her brother…"

"Then we'll be able to use his readings to compare to Tiv's?" asked Qui-Gon. She nodded.

"I'll have him brought here," he told her, and turned around again. This time, the healer didn't stop him.

Qui-Gon entered the other room, and Tiv and Obi-Wan looked up. "Hi, Master," they chorused.

The old Jedi raised an eyebrow at them, but chose to ignore that. "Tiv," he told her, "They can't find anything wrong with you, so they're letting you go, for now. No more two-hour sprees of unconsciousness, and that may be permanent." The girl got up to leave, but he stopped her. "Do you know where Colac is?"

"Probably at Padmé's… no, Boba was going totake him to Dex's today. They're probably still there."

"Can you catch up to him when they get back here? I saw Taun We at Obi-Wan's earlier, so this is probably where Boba'll go after he's done…"

"No problem," Tiv assured him, shrugging. "I'll go find Taun We now." And she bounded out of the room.

Qui-Gon blinked. Noticing the look of surprise on his master's face, Obi-Wan asked what was confusing him.

"Tiv," he explained. "Normally she'd demand to know why I wanted Colac, or downright refuse to help. Even if she did bother to listen, she'd probably raise a whole fuss, and it would take hours to convince her that I'm not trying to murder either of them."

"Maybe she's finally starting to trust you," Obi-Wan commented. Qui-Gon shrugged.

"I guess. But I wouldn't know why… would you?"

Obi-Wan grinned. "Maybe she's just decided that you're not a Sith after all. Maybe she's right."

Even as confused as he was, Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile at that. "Finally, it looks like I won't have to put up with everyone believing I'm out to get them," he muttered. Obi-Wan laughed loudly, and then winced.

"I don't understand this," exclaimed Qui-Gon, seeing his apprentice's pain. "Leia was fine, so were Luke and Ani when they came through, why are you hurt?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "You know me. The worst luck in the universe."

Although Qui-Gon didn't disagree with that statement, he wasn't sure that his apprentice was telling him everything.

Okay, thanks to all my reviewers, especially Ellenlome, who pointed out a few mistakes about Tiv, and Phoenix Red Lion, who reminded me that Obi-Wan wouldn't have been hurt under normal circumstances. I knew that! Anyway, thanks you guys, weather has no right to be this cold without snow, and hope to see you in the next chappie (love that word!), which I'll get up soon. I hope.