Chapter Three: Sometimes Accepting Help is Harder Than Giving It...

I stared at the green thing that was standing in the doorway, bewildered on where he came from and what his species was called. "Wha...who are you?" I probably shouldn't be rude. For all I know, I could be in his house!

A chuckle escaped him as he moved further into the room. "Curious yet cautious. Many Jedi like this are not." He tapped his staff against the ground.

I frowned at that, but decided not to say anything. It most likely was a trick to get me to admit that I was a Jedi. "Where am I?"

"The Temple's Medical Wing. A private room so that no one will disturb you while you sleep." Suddenly another person, human male with dark skin and no hair, appeared in the doorway. He was wearing brown robes similar to Caleb's.

I sat back down on the bed, quickly pulling my knees up to my chest. "When can I leave?"

"You are not allowed to leave." Baldy stated calmly, causing my head to snap upwards to stare at him in horror. I can't be a prisoner! Not now! My new family needs me!

"But!"

"No buts. We cannot risk having a Sith ran around Coruscant." Baldy snapped as he glared at me. I was beginning to think that he isn't someone that was used to acting nice around others...either that or he was uncomfortable with emotions.

I shrank in on myself as I leaned away from him, my breath catching briefly in my throat. A frown crossed the small green thing as he turned to face Baldy. "Frighten him we should not."

Baldy gave a quick nod of his head, looking embarrassed. "Yes Master Yoda."

Master? Well, everyone knows that there are hundreds of Inquisitors out there, so the green thing must be one and Baldy is obviously his apprentice. I glanced down at my lap, furrowing my eyebrows together in thought. They appear to be trying to trick me into correcting them by, I don't know. By pretending that we were in the past before the Rise of the Empire? "Alright, are you?" Yoda placed a gentle hand on my knee, concern creasing his brow.

I shook my head at him, pulling away as I wondered vaguely what was going on here. "I want to be left alone...and can I have my stuff back?"

Baldy shook his head, a frown planted firmly in place. "I'm afraid that we cannot allow you to have any weapons and your clothes are in the wash."

I scowled at that, confused on why they would wash my clothes. I just washed them last week! Yoda made a shooing motion with his hand, ushering Baldy out of the room. "Leave now we will. Rest you need."

I felt all of my energy drain out of me as I slumped down on the bed as the door closed behind them. A quick poke with the force revealed that they had guards, force sensitive ones at that, tucked away on the other side to keep me from escaping. "I hate Inquisitors."

~Mystery Time Traveler's POV!~

I leaned against the cold wall of the building next to me, trying my hardest to disappear into the alleyway's deep shadows...without actually going too deep in it. I must have strained myself trying to get away from the Mandalorians since I was now wheezing for air, struggling to get much needed oxygen into my system. Turning so that my back was to the wall, I slid down to the ground, my free hand, the one that wasn't putting pressure on my one side, reaching into my pocket to pull out the small medkit that Hera gave me before we had left for our mission. My fingers shook as I pulled out the bacta patches, sucking in a deep breath, I pulled my hand away from the deep gash in my side. Yeah... I don't think I have enough bacta patches for this. I pressed the bacta patches on, fingers fumbling as I tried to wrap the injury with a roll of bandages. I finally got it as good as I could get it without getting help, closing my eyes as pain throbbed in my side.

"The blood trail ends here ma'am." It was a deep male voice, worry edging his voice.

"Thank you. I am sure I can handle this by myself." It was a feminine voice this time, soft but commanding at the same time.

I felt my heart clench as I realized that the blood trail they were following was my own... I pulled my self into a tight ball, hoping against hope they wouldn't see me here. A gentle, and rather warm, hand landed on my shoulder, even as the feminine voice spoke up again. "Call the hospital. Tell them that they are about to have a very special guest. After all it isn't everyday that..." I bit back a groan as everything went black. I had lost too much blood.

...

I kept my eyes close as I listened to the soft beeping of a Heart Rate Monitor. I didn't need to open my eyes to know that I was lying in a Hospital bed... I knew that the lady that was speaking mentioned something about that. After listening to the silence for some time, I decided that I must be by myself since I couldn't even hear someone breathing in the room with me. Forcing my eyes open, I turned my head from side to side, observing the plain white room that I was in.

The door hissed open as an elegantly dressed blonde woman walked into the room. A warm smile crossed her features as she locked eyes with mine. "Ah good, you're finally awake. Would you mind very terribly to answer some questions for us?"

"Yes... I would mind very terribly." I somehow manged to croak out, my throat feeling rather raw.

She stepped closer, her gaze never leaving mine. "Perhaps we should get you something to drink and eat. You lost a lot of blood."

I bit my tongue before I could point out that was to be expected when one takes on an Inquisitor by themselves. "That would be nice." I tried to sit up, only for pain to throb once again in my side, forcing me to lay back down.

With an understanding nod, she gestured for a guard that had followed her in to come closer. "See if you cannot find something for our guest to eat and drink."

"Right away mi'lady!" The guard bowed to the lady, before rushing out of the room.

A smile danced on her features as she turned to look at me, clearly ready to interrogate me for the Emperor regardless if I was going to be helpful or not. "Now then...let's start with your master... who is he?"

I shook my head at her, deciding that she was crazy... I was a specter and only one person trained force sensitive specters and that was Kanan. She must be way new for her not to know that detail. "I don't want to talk right now." I tried to shift away from her, but being stuck in bed didn't give me many options.

"Can you at least give me your name?" She pulled a chair up to my bedside, plopping down in it as if she had all the time in the world.

This was going to take a long while...

A/N: Done! Hmm...still no guesses on who the other time traveler is... you guys do realize that I am very carefully am avoiding putting her/his name down till you send in a guess? Hints: Head canon force sensitive, member of the Ghost crew, and top it all off... NOT AN OC! Think over the character list. Who could it be then? Please note this person has mentioned Hera so it is not her. Have fun!

It won't be long now till my mystery guest in the past figures out they are in the past, what with Satine being dead last they checked (how big of a freak out should I have them do when they figure out that the lady that is questioning them is Duchess Satine?). Ezra will take a little longer.

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