Chapter Six: Watch out for Needles!

I cracked open one eye to find that, despite the fact that the sun was shining through the closed window, that I was still in the past. Great. Popping myself up onto one elbow, I stared at the tray laden with food. Someone must have brought breakfast in while I was sleeping. Picking the spoon up, I poked at the bowl of porridge, wondering vaguely how they were expecting me to eat all of this. It was far too much for someone that doesn't typically eat much. That and I need a plan. Obviously I can't go about the place and tell them that I'm from a future where the Jedi have been outlawed. Lifting a spoonful to my lips, I paused as I blew across the still warm morsel... I had presumed I was still in my time...not only that but I had thought the others were Inquisitors and Stormtroopers and acted accordingly! They must think I'm a Sith... a lousy one at that. But at least it gave me an idea on how to act and what to tell people... and I even know who the Sith Master is too! I smiled at that, shoving the spoon into my mouth. I immediately regretted that as it scolded my tongue. That was much hotter than I expected...

~Surprise! Mace Windu's POV~

I steepled my fingers together, eyeing my Grand-Padawan, who was standing stiffly before us. "We called you here before us today to see if, before he realized that you were a Jedi, young Ezra..."

"Ezra? Is that his name? I haven't heard?" Obi-wan Kenobi interrupted him, one eyebrow shooting upwards.

I tapped down my annoyance, keeping my voice eerily calm instead. "Yes, I just found out last night. His name is Ezra Specter." I turned my attention back to Caleb, hoping that I still appeared to be completely stoic about everything. "As I was saying, we were wondering if he slipped up something about his master to you?"

Caleb scrunched up his nose as he attempted to recall everything that Ezra had said that might have been of importance. "His master's name is Kanan. At least...that's what he kept calling him." Snapping his eyes open, he shifted his weight, nervous energy humming around him. "I think his master is a human male with brown hair."

"What makes you believe that Padawan?" Depa asked, leaning forward in her seat as she implored her padawan into answering our questions.

"The fact that when I first met him, he said that I looked a lot like someone he knew by the name of Kanan." Taking a deep breath, he looked his master in the eye. "It wasn't until after he tried to hide me from our men that he revealed that Kanan was his master."

I narrowed my eyes at that, shifting this information through my mind. Darth Kanan didn't sound quite right, but, besides Dooku, Sith typically stop using their real names after they turn to the Darkside. "I see... have you figured how to warn the rest of the Order without the press finding out yet, Plo my friend?"

Plo Koon shook his head, his fingers tapping against his chair's arms. "Not yet... with the public unrest with two sith on the loose plus Ventress and Grievous, it would be very unwise to let them know that the Sith have strayed from the Rule of Two."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group, even as I felt undiluted fear surge through the Force, into the back of my mind. I clenched my fists tightly, sucking in a deep breath to steady myself as I reached out to learn where this emotion was coming from. Ezra... "I will be right back..." I didn't offer an explanation as I sprang out of my seat, darting out the door as fast as my long legs would allow me to.

~Ezra's POV~

I backed up against the far wall as the nurse readied the needle. She had, along with the lady that was called Vokara Che from last night, had came into my room mentioning something about tests. Then she pulled out the needle and I may have reacted before I thought things through first. I shrank down as far as I could go, taking in as many deep breaths to calm myself as possible...not that it was very helpful or anything. Images from the last time I found myself in the same room as a needle kept flashing across my mind. The nurse started to head towards me, reaching for my arm...

I lashed out instinctively, swatting her hand away from as pure terror seized a hold of me. I was entering autopilot mode now. No one was going to stick a needle full of who knows what into me...

"Ezra!" Mace was by my side within seconds, his cool hands firmly grasping my shoulders. "Ezra listen to my voice...you're ok... no one is going to hurt you... we just need a sample of your blood is all..."

"Why?" I somehow managed to croak out as I grasped his sleeves tightly in my fists, wrinkling his clothes. "I like to keep my blood in me. Thank you very much. Lost enough of it to last me a lifetime."

"What..?" Mace pulled me back, as if scrutinizing my face for the first time, his gaze latching onto the scars from my one interrogation that covered my one cheek. "Ezra... when I say no one is going to hurt you I mean it. Just... calm yourself down. Tell me about why you are here on Coruscant."

I shook my head, pressing my face against his shoulder so that I wouldn't have to see the needle that was moving dangerously closer to my arm... "I don't... I'm supposed to be on Lothal. I messed up." I could feel Mace stiffen at that, his grip flexing as he tightened it briefly.

A/N: Done! Um yeah... I started writing this, only when I clicked save I got an error message and lost everything... and so I literally started all over... and I actually prefer how this version came out. Oh wait... chapter title... um... oh I know! Yep...that would do. No wait... yeah this one is better. And maybe sillier? IDK. So in here, w have a meeting with the Jedi Council on who the Sith behind Ezra's training could possibly be...and Ezra does not like needles. At all. Oh, Ezra and Mace have already formed a force bond, but neither of them have noticed it yet. Well, Mace hasn't recognized what it was. He technically has noticed it.

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