A/N: Well, it's another week, and you know what that means! Yup, another chapter in the torturous story about a not-so-brightMS. I don't know why I'm still posting this. Maybe because a completed story looks good on my resume? Whatever the reason, here we go again...

Chapter 2: The Unexpected Landing

When Jenny finally woke up, her first thought was about her head. What with the strain of choosing and the electrical shock, she had quite a headache. Her next thought was about the time. How long had she been unconscious? How much time was left? Had her parents forgotten about her and left? Oh, wouldn't that be a dream come true!

As Jenny stood up and looked around, her third and most disturbing thought was: Where am I? The fact of it is, she didn't recognize the room she was in. It did seem to be a bedroom of some kind, but it didn't seem familiar. For a panicked moment, she wondered if her parents had dragged her unconscious to Port Royal. But, she realized, this room was not the way she remembered the bedrooms in her parents' summer house. No, this room was all steel and metal, not wood like the summer house.

Gingerly, Jennifer began walking around, examining her surroundings. She noticed a neatly made bed and a well-organized desk. Or, at least, the bed had been neatly made, before she had gotten off of it. She came to the slightly obvious conclusion that whoever owned the room must be extremely neat and disciplined, and felt proud of herself for having come to this conclusion on her own.

Suddenly she wondered if she was dreaming, and, for some reason unknown even to her, she glanced down at her clothes. No, she was still wearing her favorite black T-shirt and denim shorts. Then why did she feel like something was too good to be true?

"Glad to see you're feeling better." Jennifer spun around at the sound of the voice. Something about it sounded familiar, and then she saw what was too good to be true. There he stood in all his adorable, fan-girl-loved glory. Jenny could name at least ten girls off the top of her head who would die just to be in her place right now. And here she was, considerably the luckiest girl she knew.

Jennifer gazed at his beautiful, clear blue eyes. How often had she dreamed of this? How long would it last? Was she dreaming, or was it real? He cleared his throat as he seemed to remember something. "I'm sorry to have been so rude," he said quickly. "Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is..."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi!" Jenny exclaimed, cutting him off. "I've heard of you!" She gave him a warm, slightly excited smile.

The young man seemed startled. "Y-yes, actually," he stammered, then regained his seemingly lost confidence. "I-I haven't exactly told anyone about you, so you'll have to keep quiet. I'm afraid you'll have to stay here until I can find transportation back to wherever you're from."

It was Jenny's turn to look confused. "I'm afraid I don't even know where I am," she explained quietly. "I certainly wouldn't know how to get back to where I'm from." She paused for a moment, trying to figure out how she had gotten there in the first place. The last thing she remembered was jamming the DVD's in the DVD player, but that must have been hours ago. How did she get here? "What happened, exactly?" she asked finally. "How did I get here?"

"Well, you must have escaped from a cruiser or something," Obi-Wan began. "I found you in a crashed escape pod near the Jedi Temple. You were unconscious, so I dragged you in here. Fortunately I didn't run into anyone. You've been out for about four hours now. I'm sorry I startled you, but I just got back from a class."

Jennifer didn't understand any of it. She hadn't been in a ship, she had been at home. And she had to have been unconscious for more than four hours. Still, she decided, it wouldn't do for him to know that she wasn't from this galaxy. Besides, she had just come to the slightly obvious conclusion that he was still a Jedi Padawan, and she didn't want to get him in trouble.

Then she heard a noise, a metallic noise, coming from outside the door. It sounded like a series of beeps, followed by a faint hissing sound. Obi-Wan glanced at the door, then ran toward the bed, dragging Jennifer with him. "Quick, get under it!" he whispered. Jenny scrambled to get underneath the low cot. Obi-Wan did his best to help her. At last, squeezing and crawling, she managed to slip out of sight. Obi-Wan stood up just as the door hissed open.

"Good afternoon, Obi-Wan," said a strong voice. Jenny recognized it as belonging to Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan's Jedi Master. Quite a bright little snip, isn't she?

Jenny could see only the man's boots as he walked in, but it was enough for her. The boots walked through the door and circled the room, coming quite close to the bed. Jenny held her breath as one stopped right in front of her face. "Rather lazy this morning, weren't you?" Qui-Gon said, obviously observing the unmade bed. Jenny's heart sank. They hadn't had time to remake it! Now poor Obi-Wan was going to get in trouble anyway.

"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-Wan replied sullenly. "I'll take care of it." Qui-Gon's boots moved away from Jenny's face. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief as they headed back toward the door. Then they stopped again in the middle of the room.

"Where have you been this morning?" Qui-Gon asked suddenly. "I haven't seen much of you today." Jenny could see another pair of boots near the bed and came to the obvious conclusion that they were Obi-Wan's, since they were shifting rather nervously.

"Oh, well," he stammered. "You see, I... well, the fact is... I was... I mean..." Obi-Wan didn't seem to be able to come up with a good excuse. "I was... I was... not feeling well?" he finally managed.

"Hmm," Qui-Gon said thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose that explains things," he said doubtfully, turning once again toward the door. "I'll see you later, then. And I hope your friend is feeling better," he added with a sly smile, or that's what Jenny guessed. "Don't you two be staying up too late tonight."

Jennifer heard Obi-Wan try to say something in protest, but before he could, the door hissed closed again. Jenny watched his boots come back toward the bed. She was about to say something, but before she could get it out, Obi-Wan flopped over onto the bed. Jenny squealed as the already low bed sank down on top of her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized quickly, jumping off the bed and reaching down to help Jennifer out. After she had crawled out from under the bed, she helped him remake it. "You never told me your name," he said as he straightened the sheet.

Jenny picked the pillow up off the floor. "My name is Jennifer," she answered without looking at him. "Jennifer Turner. I live in... Uh... Florida." Jenny decided to take the chance that he might think she was talking about a planet. And, as predicted, he did.

"Nice name," he commented, stopping to look at her. "Though I've never heard of Florida. Is it far from Coruscant?"

"Quite far," she answered. "I don't want to go back, though, so you needn't bother. I like it here. I'd like to stay."

Obi-Wan gazed at her curiously. "Why wouldn't you want to go back home?" he asked. "Someone would have to be unhappy at home if they wanted to leave and never go back." Jenny tried to ignore the comment, but it nagged at her mind, touching a feeling she had not yet felt. She was homesick.

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