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Chapter Four:
"Who are you?" The question came out before Sam could stop it from sounding overly suspicious, causing Skywalker to halt in his steps.
Skywalker, who had just emerged from Jack's room in the infirmary, turned to face her. "I am Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, miss...?"
Well, if nothing else, he was polite. "Major Samantha Carter, SG-1."
"Ah, you're...Colonel O'Neill's second in command." He hesitated on Jack's name, as if it left an unfamiliar taste in his mouth.
"Yes," Displeased with her apparent lack of vocabulary, Sam continued. "How do you know Jack? And what were you doing in there?"
"It's a long story, Major. Is there someplace more comfortable where we can talk?"
"Let's head for the commissary. I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry, and we can talk at the table." She gestured for Skywalker to follow her, and started off for the commissary. The tall man followed quietly, and seemed to radiate a calm confidence that seemed almost familiar. He remained silent as they stood in line for food, and as they ate, he seemed content to keep his mouth shut until she prompted the conversation. "Okay," She said, after swallowing a bite of lemon chicken. "Let's start at the beginning. How do you know Jack?"
Skywalker leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. "I know him, because he trained me in the Jedi Arts."
Sam's fork froze halfway from her plate to her mouth. "Excuse me?" she said after she found her voice.
"He..." he hesitated again. "He might like to tell you himself, actually. I don't know many details of his life, other than the eleven years I spent by his side. I don't even know what happened when he disappeared."
"Disappeared?"
"Yes. Obi-Wan was on a mission to the planet Bothuwai when, apparently, something happened in hyperspace. His ship never made it to Bothuwai, and there was never a trace of him, except one small chunk of the hull, and this," He pulled out a long silver and black tube and set it on the table before him. "It's his lightsaber. The weapon of a Jedi Knight. I know that he would never leave it behind of his own will, and since we never found a trace of him in the years since, we...assumed he was dead."
He seemed to have trouble getting that last part out. He must have been pretty close to Jack; he looked happy as a lark and yet somber at the same time. It was a paradox that had first draw her eye to Jack, and she realized that, if Skywalker was telling the truth, he must have passed this trait on to his apprentice. It was a lot to think about. Skywalker had just said that Jack was from a different galaxy. She paused on that. Wow, A different galaxy altogether. She shook her head; this was too weird. She would have to have a talk with Jack when he woke up.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes, feeling refreshed for the first time in years. Anakin, his Jedi apprentice, had come through the gate.
Leave it to Anakin to have perfect timing. If it wasn't for him, Obi-Wan would probably be dead by now. He stole a quick glance around the infirmary. Satisfied that no one was around, he sat up. A little dizziness and a dull ache in his thigh were the only signs that he had been injured. Good, a few more minutes in a healing trance, and he should be out of here. He closed his eyes, ready to begin, when a bright presence in the force suddenly flared with confusion, worry, and...frustration. Obi-Wan sighed. That would be Sam. He reached out for her through the Force and found her in the cafeteria with another familiar presence. Anakin.
Oh, boy. This could be interesting.
The two bright forceful presences were heading his way.
So much for a healing trance.
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