Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or anything that has to do with it, George Lucas does (Darn it! Oh well but if he ever wants to sell it...)

Summary: AU One year after Attack of the Clones Anakin and his family are on the run from the Empire. As they try to hide on Naboo, problems begin from within as Qui-Gon's health begins to fail.

Warnings: Nothing for this chapter.

Author's Note: This was my first attempt at fanfiction that I started in 1999 and I have rewritten it several times in order for it to tie into the movies a bit better. I just tried to fix some of the spelling, grammar and typing mistakes but bear with me. My CP and dyslexia makes it hard to catch everything.

Chapter 12: Long nights and Lovely drugs

Anakin hurried into Qui-Gon's room the next morning. " Father wake up." He said in Nir'duinain, shaking the other awake. "I need your help."

"What is it Ani?" Jinn asked sitting up and pulling his under tunic on before getting out of bed.

"Obi-Wan's fever just shot up and we need to cool him off quickly. Do you think you can help us move him we have to do it carefully because of his back."

"Of course Anakin, lead the way." The Jedi told him.

Joble smiled at the sight before her when she went to check on her guests. Anakin and Christian were crammed into one overstuffed chair, while Jinn sat in the other holding Obi-Wan in a heap of blankets on his lap. The older woman went into the room and found that Qui-Gon was quietly singing in what she guessed was his native language, the Jedi Master looked up at her and smiled not missing a note.

"Good morning Master Jinn." She said quietly, to keep from waking the younger men. "Is he any better?"

"No." Jinn told her, after finishing the song. "But his fever isn't getting any worse and he hasn't woken up yet."

"I never would think to see a grown man being held like this."

Qui-Gon smiled, "My people aren't afraid of showing affection like this to our family, no matter what age they are."

Joble cocked her head, "When you say your people you mean the people of your home planet?" Jinn nodded. "Where exactly are you from?"

"I come from the planet Nir'duin." Qui-Gon said quietly. "Which actually means 'Many River' in Basic."

"I've heard of it, it's a forest planet right?"

"Yes, although it does have two oceans. I was born and raised in a small village alongside one of the bigger rivers."

"Who taught you the ways of the Jedi?"

"My uncle was a Jedi Master serving in Nir'duin's Jedi Temple at the time, so he taught me. After I was knighted I chose to serve the Temple on Coruscant."

"How old were you when you were knighted?"

"I was 18." Qui-Gon told her, while carefully adjusting Obi-Wan's weight in his lap. "The standard age of knighthood is about 25 but I was a quick learner."

Joble smiled, "Do you need anything?"

"His medication." Obi-Wan rasped from Jinn's arms. The Jedi Master looked down and smiled at the young man, who lifted a hand to the older man's face and smiled back. "I'm sorry father."

Qui-Gon shook his head, "You have nothing to be sorry for my son." He said resting one of his large hands on the other's forehead, frowning at the heat he still fell. "Shhh, just rest but first you need to drink." Jinn picked up the large glass sitting on the table beside him and placed it against Obi-Wan's cracked lips. "Come on, Obi."

"No, please father I can't, the room is spinning." Obi-Wan said pushing the glass away.

"Hush, its just water." The older Jedi said in Nir'duinain. "Come, you need the fluids." Jinn smiled when his son did as he asked and started to take small sips.

"Thank you." Obi-Wan said before he started coughing again.

Anakin and Christian's eyes shot open, "Father." The Padawan said standing and moving to help support his back as Qui-Gon helped him sit up. "Mrs. Naberrie can you bring us some more water please?" He asked his mother-in-law.

"Of course Ani." She said, taking the glass from Qui-Gon and hurried out of the room.

"Christian." Skywalker said turning his head towards the blind Jedi. "Can you hold Obi-Wan up while I get some herbs for him."

Christian nodded and let his twin's coughing lead him to the other chair, "Go Ani."

Anakin worked quickly but carefully, measuring each of the herbs he was adding to the mug of hot water. The young man swung around when he sensed someone coming.

"Anakin?" Padme questioned when she saw the look on his face. "Is Obi-Wan getting worse?"

"No, he isn't getting worse but he isn't getting better either." Her husband told her. "You just startled me baby."

"Oh Ani, I'm sorry."

Skywalker smiled warmly at his wife, "You didn't do it on purpose, besides if I had been paying more attention to what the Force was telling me I would have known it was you."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Padme asked hopefully.

Anakin cocked his head in thought, "You really shouldn't be near Obi-Wan right now but if you could find some extra blankets it would really be a help."

"I'll be right there." Padme told him tuning to go retrieve the items he had asked for.

As his wife went one way, Anakin quickly went back to his brother's room and found that Christian and Qui-Gon had helped Obi-Wan back into bed. He moved swiftly and quietly behind his mother-in-law, who had taken over for his father cooling Obi-Wan down. As always, Skywalker made sure he made some noise so he didn't startle her.

Joble turned to him and spoke in a whisper so she didn't wake the ill Jedi, "Your father had to go for his medication, he'll be back in a few minutes. Master Kenobi wouldn't go back to sleep until Master Jinn had promised him."

"That sounds like Obi-Wan. Where did my other brother go?"

"To the Refresher Ani." Christian said as he and Faolan came back into the room quickly followed by Qui-Gon and Padme, who was carrying an armload of blankets.

"Can you help me get him to sit up for a minute?" The young Padawan questioned the blind man and his father.

"Sure Ani." Christian said with a smile as he had Faolan guide him around to the other side of the bed. "Hey Obi-Wan, you need to join the land of the living for a few minutes."

His twin slowly opened his eyes and groaned when light assaulted his eyes, "What's going on?"

"We need you to sit up so that Ani can give you something to help you." Qui-Gon said coming over to help when Anakin told them too.

Skywalker, in the mean time got on the bed in front of his young master and sat back on his heels, "Okay Obi-Wan you know the drill, the more you fight us the harder it's going to be. I know this is going to hurt but we'll do this as fast as we can."

"All right Ani, just do it and get it over with." Obi-Wan rasped, already trying to sit up.

Anakin nodded to Qui-Gon, "Okay Christian." He said out loud.

Working together Skywalker, Jinn and Obi-Wan's brother supported and got the medication down the ill Jedi in record time. Although it didn't take much to send the injured Jedi through the roof, "Anakin please, hurry!" He pleaded before Skywalker could help him drink the concoction of herbs down.

As the others helped Obi-Wan back down Anakin became curious as he got of the bed, "Obi-Wan it's not just your back that's hurting you is it?" He asked.

"No, it's not."

The Padawan looked around and went to get his brother's pack of medical equipment when he found it, pulling out the portable scanner Anakin took readings of Kenobi's vitals and cursed in his father's language at what he found, "Obi-Wan you're not taking deep enough breaths, your Oxygen level is through the floor."

"My chest hurts, I can't seem to breath correctly." The other told him before doubling over when he started coughing again.

Skywalker pulled Obi-Wan's sleep tunic up and gasped at the dark bruising that covered his rib cage, "Force! Obi-Wan tell me just how long you've had broken ribs!"

The other flinched at Anakin's tone, normally he would give his Padawan a reprimand but he knew that he deserved this one, "One of our bounty hunter friends caught me off guard an hit me right in the ribs, cracking three of them. My coughing must have made it worse."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi!" Qui-Gon said in the irritated tone that was just as bad as if he were yelling at the top of his lungs. "How many times have I told you, NEVER hide the fact that you are either sick or injured from me. You're a healer think like one. Do you want to kill yourself?" Obi-Wan shook his head. "Then why did you do this and I want an answer Young One."

"I don't know father." The young knight said simply in Nir'duinain.

"Well congratulations." Anakin said going into the Medical pack and pulling out a syringe and a vial. "You just earned yourself a dose of synthetic painkiller with a nice antibiotic."

Obi-Wan groaned and put a hand to his forehead when he saw the needle.