A/N: THANK YOU ALL for the wonderful reviews. I'm so glad that the last chapter worked out in the end. I was kinda iffy in switching from a third person perspective all of a sudden to first person. But, since I wrote the chapter, taking place in Obi-Wan's mind, it seemed like the right choice. Killing Obi-Wan in the end would have been a bad decision on my part, but he lost all-purpose in life in that chapter. Hopefully, Xanatos, Nyree and the others can bring back the Obi-Wan.

Ch. 18 Not an easy job

Xanatos watched as Nyree tucked Obi-Wan into the bed. The three were in a guest room at the opposite side of the mansion. He wanted to get Obi-Wan as far away from his old room as possible, yet remain in a familiar location. In his experiences, Xanatos knew that the best ways to aid a broken mind was to keep the surroundings familiar, yet lock away anything that reminded the person of his horrors.

Nyree walked past Xanatos and waited for him, as he closed the door. Obi-Wan was sleeping soundly as of yet. The Dark Jedi touched their closed bond once moreand kept his attention there. If anything were to happen, he would be able to sense distress emitting from the boy, for it wouldaffect the room's aura. The two began a solemn march back to the teenager's room. Nyree quickly moved to the floor, gathered up all the chips and locked them in a cabinet along with other data that pertained to the Saterins.

Staring at the bathroom, Xanatos whispered, "Do not tell anyone of what you have seen. It will only be you and Iwho will clean up this mess."

Nyree nodded, tears begin to fall down her cheeks, "It's all my fault. I had thought that since he fought against the dark creature, he would be able to handle the information."

"Well I guess he wasn't," hissed Xanatos. "And since it is your fault, you can help me try to repair the damage that has been done to him."

Nyree shifted her gaze away from the angry man. A metallic glimmer caught her eye in area where the sink, wall and floor joined. Kneeling down, the girl pulled out a cracked chip.

"It's the chip that I gave him from Dathamor."

Xanatos looked down at the object in Nyree's hand and felt the slight ripples of the Dark Side. "Destroy it."

Nyree's eyes widen, "Why-"

Xanatos raised his hand, "Just do it!"

The girl nodded and scampered out of the room. Xanatos sighed, releasing his anger into the room. The chip was dangerous and he was surprised Obi-Wan had not sensed the danger. He thought he had trained the child better. Turning to face the tube, Xanatos began to clean, using the Force to get rid of all the evidence of the tiny massacre.

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Qui-Gon sat outside the Council Chamber, waiting for the permission to enter and talk about his latest mission. Mace had already went in and was now addressing the Council of his take on the mission to Badamoor. The Jedi had received a request from the Agriculture Crops that something was going on within the Offworld mining facilities and sensed that a cover-up was occurring. Wanting to bring the mining company's illegal dealings out in the open, the Jedi dispatched Qui-Gon and Mace to the planet. Qui-Gon had connections on the planet, but furthermore Yoda had sensed that the crisis would attract familiar faces.

And so it did. Qui-Gon tilted his head back against the wall. He could still picture Obi-Wan standing on the walkway, an injured Xanatos leaning against him. He remembered how fast Obi-Wan had moved, the glow of sabers enhancing the cold smirk on the boy's face.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Jinn."

Qui-Gon moved his head forward and smiled softly, "Master, it has been awhile."

Dooku nodded as he crossed his arms, "It indeed has and it seems life has not been kind to you."

The maverick shook his head, "No it hasn't."

"It has something to do with Xanatos and Obi-Wan, am I correct?"

Qui-Gon narrowed his eyes, "How-"

Dooku shrugged, "Every Master knows, Jinn. It's becoming the story to help Masters keep their wild Padawans in check."

Qui-Gon sunk further into the chair, "It's all my fault. I failed both of them." Looking down at the tiled floor, he continued, "I ran into Obi-Wan on my last mission. He's grown into a fine young man, but…"

"But he's fallen, following the self-destructive footsteps of Xanatos," finished Dooku as he sat down next to his former student. "Qui-Gon, you need to stop walking this dark path. For the past four years, I was actually pleased to see your old-self return. I began hearing rumors that soon the Council would have enough faith and let you go on solo missions again, without Windu lagging behind."

Qui-Gon laughed at the mental of Mace trailing behind him like a tired-out dog. "That would be nice."

Dooku smiled, "There is my Padawan. You should laugh more often, makes you look younger."

Qui-Gon glared amusingly at his old master, "What does that mean?"

Dooku patted Jinn's knee as he stood up, "It means you are getting old my friend. If that is happening, it means that I am also getting old, and I do not wish to be such."

Qui-Gon smirked, "Well then I'll try to act younger than, Master."

Dooku nodded as he walked away, "Good."

The maverick continued to watch the retreating form of his old master. He didn't know where he would be without the support of Dooku. The man had helped Qui-Gon through his first betrayal of Xanatos and once again with Obi-Wan.

"Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon turned to the door and saw Mace standing before him, arms crossed. His long time friend seemed upset about a decision the Council made.

"In a month's time, we are to go to Telos. There, we shall search for Obi-Wan Kenobi and bring him back to the Jedi Temple, by force if means be."

Qui-Gon rose to stand before Mace, confusion shimmering in his eyes, "Why in a month's time?"

Mace grinned, "Because in a month's time, Telos holds their annual political New Year's Party. Ever family from the entire upper class must attend. Considering that Xanatos inherited his father's money, he will be at this party. And so will Obi-Wan."

Qui-Gon frowned, "What makes you think Obi-Wan will go, or that Xanatos will even let him out of his sight?"

The dark-skinned Jedi nodded, "The future is always in motion my friend, all we can do is work with what we are given at the time."

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Xanatos grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist and the two walked down the stairs. Obi-Wan was like a doll, no soul to the body. His emotionless eyes were always cast down in a submissive behavior. The man let go of Obi-Wan's wrist and pulled out a chair at the table. Obi-Wan just stood there. Frowning, Xanatos yanked Obi-Wan next to him and set him down on the table. Nyree came in with a bowl of soup and sat next to Obi-Wan. Moving slowly, the girl fed Obi-Wan as Xanatos talked about the day's activities to a vacant listener. This routine lasted for two weeks.

Two weeks living with an empty shell.

Nyree sat down next to Obi-Wan. Her soul was tired of the accusing glares and pointless arguments with man sitting across from her. Just this afternoon, when Obi-Wan was sitting outside staring at the bushes, Xanatos and her had got into another big fight. This one started over the issue if Obi-Wan should go back to his old room. Nyree said no that they should wait longer. But Xanatos wanted to let Obi-Wan sleep there and see if the room would evoke memories therefore making Obi-Wan come back to reality. Two weeks was becoming too long, that this dead lifestyle was becoming routine to all three of them.

Xanatos' voice began its' long drone over what was happening throughout the galaxy. Supposedly, the Trade Federation was going through some money issues, but that was about it. The ball that Obi-Wan was suppose to attend went without incident. However, Xanatos had to come up with excuses as to where Obi-Wan was. The main statement was that the boy was not himself and had gone on a much-needed vacation, which was true in a certain point of view.

The man placed the data pad off to his side and began to get his soup. "Obi-Wan, you don't need Nyree to feed you all the time. Wouldn't you like to do something on your own for once? You were always nagging me about leaving you alone and doing things by yourself."

Nyree frowned and leaned foreword towards Obi-Wan, "I don't mind, Kenobi sir."

As she reached for the spoon, a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed it. Nyree and Xanatos froze and watched with fascination as Obi-Wan began to feed himself. After he was done, the young man wiped his face with a napkin, folded his hands in his lap, cast down his eyes and waited.

"Obi-Wan, you may go sit outside and watch the sunset," whispered Xanatos.

Obi-Wan pushed back his chair and left the room.

"Great, now he's a robot," muttered Nyree.

Xanatos frowned, disappointment in his voice, "At least he can feed and wash himself now."

Obi-Wan stood out on the balcony, watching the sun cast golden rays across the garden. He heard the echoing of small steps but didn't bother to look down at the company. The boy with Sith eyes followed him everywhere, standing in the background while Xanatos and Nyree tended to him. He knew that the moment he looked at the boy and acknowledged him as a friend, the darkness that had scorched his soul would grow stronger. Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan soaked in the warmth of the light, trying to remember what life was like back in the goldendays.

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A/N: Well I hoped you enjoyed the chapter. Maybe next time, there might be hope.