AN- Sorry it's taken so long for an update, but life and the holidays got in the way, and then a good friend of mine shot himself in the head w/ a 9mm a couple weeks before Christmas, so I've had to work through that, emotionally. Thanks to all the wonderful people who have been responding! I'm on 3 "Favorites" lists! Yay! Does the happy dance Anywho, here's the next chapter, for all of you who are wondering if "Jackobi"- as I've taken to calling him in my head- will live. I've also decided to try my hand at a Dark Angel/Navy: NCIS crossover, but am unsure which forum to put in. Any suggestions?

For those of you who may get confused, it depends on who is in the room with Jack whether I call him Jack or Obi-Wan. If he's alone with Anakin or another Jedi, he's Obi-Wan, but if he's with anyone from the SGC, he's Jack.

One more thing: I'm not gonna worry about details right now, but Jack and Sam found a way around the regs. They are now happily together, and in a serious personal relationship. Yay!

Many thanks to Rose of the Gate, my totally awesome beta!

Disclaimer- Don't own 'em. Sue me if you want, but all you'll get is a beanbag chair, a Taekwon-do uniform, and an eleven-year-old old Mazda 626 that has lots of problems, and that will only take Premium Gasoline (and we all know how America's gas prices are right now).

Chapter 3

Anakin sat next to his old Master, deep in meditation. He could tell that Obi-Wan was trying to do the same, but disuse and pain kept hindering a true healing trance. Anakin came out of his meditation to gaze at his old teacher. "Oh, Master," he sighed, "What has happened to you?"

Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered open. "I got shot, what does it look like?" he said.

Anakin blinked. His Master had never been so sarcastic, even in extreme situations. "You've changed so much," He sighed. "It's like you're not the wise Jedi you once were. I barely even know you any more."

Obi-Wan sat up a little and coughed. "You're right, in a way," he said.

Anakin gave him a quizzical look, one that he had worn many times as an apprentice to Obi-Wan.

The older man caught the look. "I've had to change to fit the culture here," he explained. "I've built myself a new life, much different than the one I had as a Jedi."

"How so?"

Obi-Wan laid his head onto his pillow again. "I've lived a life most Jedi only dream about. I've fallen in love, married a beautiful woman, lost our son, lost her, and fallen in love again. That last one took a long time though: I had to heal from my earlier losses of my wife and son."

Anakin stared. "You were married?"

His old master simply nodded in reply as another wave of pain and nausea hit him. Obi-Wan sat up, trying to remember how to quell the pain through the Force. It used to come so easily to him, but now, it was like trying to carry water in sieve. "Anakin," he grunted.

Anakin was right next to him in an instant. "What do you need, Obi-Wan?"

"This is going to sound extremely weird," he gasped. "But I need you to help me into a healing trance. It's been too long since I've done it myself."

Anakin nodded and sat down beside Obi-Wan on the infirmary bed. Closing his eyes, he took his old Master's hand, and led him down the familiar path of a healing meditation.

Four hours later:

"Janet, who's in Jack's room?" Sam asked. Through the window in the door, she could see the silhouette of someone tall sitting on her CO's bed.

Janet looked up from the chart she was reading. "Someone who came back with SG-3 yesterday. His name's Anakin Skywalker, but he likes to be called Knight Skywalker. I think he knows the Colonel, but I'm not sure how."

"I read SG-3's report," Sam said, "They said that Skywalker has never been to Earth before now, and I know SG-1 has never met up with him."

Janet sighed, "Well, maybe you should ask the Colonel."

"How is he?" Sam asked. She had been choking back tears, Janet noticed.

"As far as I can tell, his condition hasn't changed much. Skywalker's been in there for a few hours now."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A few hours? What's he been doing?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, but whatever doesn't hurt him can only help him right now, and Knight Skywalker seems to be a very trustworthy person."

Sam looked through the window in the door again. "Will Jack be okay?"

Janet stood up and walked around her desk to stand beside Sam. Putting a hand on her shoulder, she said, "I certainly hope so. His vitals did look slightly better the last time I went in there, so I'm hoping he'll make a full recovery."

Sam shook her head. "I hope you're right, Janet. I hope you're right."

Anakin opened his eyes. Obi-Wan no longer needed assistance with his healing trance, as the old memories and instincts of a life-long Jedi came to the surface again. He stood and stretched the tightness out of his shoulders that had come from sitting still for so long. He glanced over at the door, and saw the blonde woman from Obi-Wan's SG team staring back at him, and holding back tears. Reaching out with the Force, he touched her mind, ever so slightly, to gauge what she was feeling. He was struck with a whirlwind of emotions; fear, regret, worry, anxiety, and...suspicion? He figured that last one was directed at himself. He was, after all, the stranger on the base, and she was Obi-Wan's girlfriend. Anakin smiled, slightly. It seemed strange that Obi-Wan, Anakin's own Master, and one of the greatest Jedi of the whole Order, would have broken the Code. He smiled and closed his eyes as he remembered the first time Obi-Wan had told him the Jedi Code.

"Remember these words, Anakin, for they are the foundation of the Jedi. The Code dictates our lives, and how we live them." Obi-Wan said, watching his nine-year-old Padawan learner fall into a deep meditation.

"Yes, Master," Anakin was in the Force, feeling it swirl around him, through him, and into him, breathing deeply and only taking a breath every few minutes. In this state was where Obi-Wan taught his apprentice many of his first, important lessons that would be remembered for a lifetime. "I'm ready to listen,"

"This is the Code of the Jedi. Remember it for all time;

There is no emotion; there is peace.
There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no passion; there is serenity.
There is no death; there is the Force."

Anakin took another deep breath, letting the words seep into his mind, searing themselves there, within him for the rest of his life.

Anakin opened his eyes again, the memory broken, as he stepped outside to meet the woman who, most likely, had many questions.

AN-Okay, people. what did you think? Reviews make my day brighter!