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This is written in first person point of view of Meagan unless otherwise noted.

From Earth to Star Wars

Part Two: Post TPM by about four years. (Anakin is about thirteen.)

Meagan comes back to Star Wars and meets up with now Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan Anakin Skywalker. Follows the movies, but is an AU. (Caution.) Ours does have a bit of a twist to it.

Chapter Six

I slowly awoke one morning, letting my mind and spirit settle into a new day. I eventually rose out of bed and took a hot shower. It felt good to have my own room where I could have my own space, not that living with Obi-Wan was a bad thing, but…. I sighed as I blow-dried my hair, pushing my feelings for him to the back of my mind.

After I dressed, I headed into the kitchen. I decided to make something simple this morning and it was a good thing too because just as I finished cleaning up my morning meal Jema called me over the comlink.

"Meagan?" She started out. "If you could report to the Common Rooms as soon as possible. Two Jedi teams were breaking up some black market rings when they discovered a ship full of kids that were being sold into slavery. They couldn't leave them, so they brought them here for us to either find their families or place them in homes."

"I'm on my way." I replied, immediately grabbing my robe, running out the door. 'Those poor children.' I couldn't help, but think to myself as I wound my way down from the living quarters to the rooms where Jema was.

When I arrived, Jema and several other staff members were trying to get this huge room with scared, crying children organized. "What do you need me to do?"

She sighed, glancing around. "Just help us get the kids into groups by age. Then hopefully we can get some information from them."

I nodded and turned to find three children, clinging to me already. "Okay, how old are?"

They spoke all at once, telling me much more than their ages, but at least they all could speak Basic. Sighing, I took them by their hands, trying to find some spot in the room to put the littler ones.

Finally, we had them all sectioned off. Things were a bit calmer, but they were still crying and we had a lot of work to do. As I walked from one group to the next, Jema came up to me. "Start taking the names and home planets, family and such for the youngest group. We need to track family down if possible. Call Dede to pull records." She went on to explain that after we got through a certain number of children, another Knight (a whole handful had heard about what happened and came down to help) would either take them to get cleaned up, clean clothes or food.

After getting my instructions, I walked the short distance to the offices, getting the materials I needed and then placed a call to Dede who said she would be right over. When I returned to the Common Room, I went over the younger group. Kneeling down, I started to try to talk to the children. "What's your name honey?"

Her eyes were wide and teary. "Terri. I'm from Pertriel."

"Are your parents or other family still living there?"

She shrugged her shoulders, a single tear running down her face.

"It's all right. Don't worry honey, go over there and they will see about getting you something to eat."

The going was slow and the children gathered close around me, trying to find some comfort. Some of the younger ones couldn't remember where they were from if they moved a lot or been taken a while ago. Most of them were crying, so I did all I could to comfort them and I could tell that the rest of the Jedi were trying to do the same.

Meanwhile, Dede had arrived and set up her computer in the corner of the room, already searching for the records for the children from the information that we passed onto her. (There was a database that contained birth, death and marriage records for most of the known galaxy. It also told, what family members were alive and where they were currently living, if the information was updated, depending on the planet and system.) Out of all the children that were present, she had a lot of work to do.

I sat down next to her, during a brief pause between groups. "How is it going?"

She sighed, glancing up to me. "Slow. I've found a few." She pointed to a small stack. "However it will take time to find them all, especially if the records weren't kept up properly on some planets."

I nodded, getting up to try to talk to the next group of little ones.

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It was later that evening when we completed getting the information from the children, feed and clothed properly. They were all scared about what happened to them, and very anxious about what was going to happen, especially the younger ones. We set up schedules where our staff and other Jedi (Bant, an old friend of Obi-Wan's, was one of them and both of us were kind of uncomfortable around each other.) would take turns feeding the kids and watching them and so our staff could continue to track down their families.

"I heard you had come back." I turned and saw Garen Mulen, another old friend of Obi-Wan's, watching me.

I nodded my head as I tucked the covers around a sleeping five-year-old. "Yes, a little over two months ago. You came down to help?"

He drew some papers and disks from inside his robes. "I was one of the Knights on the mission that found these kids. These are some copies of the business records that we found on the ship. It has some records of what planet the kids were sold from. We didn't know if it would help us find out where these children are supposed to go."

I took the papers from his outstretched hands. "Thanks. We've started working on finding their families through the Republic's records, but some we can't find. This could help us a lot."

He nodded and took a glance over at the sleeping children, well the little ones at least were asleep. The older ones sat quietly together, mostly talking among themselves. "How are they doing?"

"As well as can be expected. The younger ones especially are extremely scared."

He nodded again, watching the children for a moment or two before turning his attention back to me. "Just be careful, we don't want to see Obi-Wan get hurt again."

I regarded him for a moment or two, wondering how he knew what I was still struggling with my feelings for Obi-Wan. "Obi-Wan and I are just friends."

His glare was quite serious, and was about to say something when Jema came up to us. "Knight Garen, I heard you are to thank for rescuing these kids."

He shrugged lightly. "Just doing my job. I gave her some of the records that might help you with the kids."

She smiled. "Wonderful. Thanks again."

She took the records from me and went on her way. Garen and I stayed quiet for a moment or two, until a couple of kids called me. When I next looked up, he was gone.

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Over the next few days, we continued to take care of the kids and I spent most of my time with them. Several were nearly immediately claimed and taken back home by parents or other family. Of course, there were some that would be here for a little longer, while anxious parents flew across the galaxy to get here. Then, the ones that touched my heart the most, were the orphans, and they made me realize how lucky I was to have grown up with both of my parents.

I was taking one of the breaks from the kids, resting in the Temple Gardens when Obi-Wan approached me. "I thought you would be with the kids."

I shrugged lightly. "Just taking a break. Dede and I are doing the night shift tonight."

He had knelt down besides me. "What is it?"

My jaw nearly dropped open. He could read me entirely too well, but I wanted his opinion anyway. "It's just seeing the kids, nearly sold into slavery, makes me realize how selfish I am."

He raised an eyebrow, but the rest of his face was unreadable. "Selfish?"
I nodded. "I've been focusing so much on myself recently, it's taken these kids to

get me to snap out of it."

"Meagan, you are not selfish. You've had to focus on yourself in order to heal from your past." He stated outright, his accent coming out stronger than normal. "You are one of the most unselfish people I know. You are loving, caring, and have proven yourself not to be selfish by adjusting to living here. I've never heard you once complain about what life has thrown at you. You have an inner strength that helps you through life's troubles."

He remained quiet for a moment or two before continuing, allowing his words to sink into my soul. "Meagan, take what you have learned and help those children through this next step in their lives."

I could feel his respect, trust, confidence and friendship encouraging me. We sat in compatible silence until I left to go back on duty.

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Later that night I stretched out, feeling most of the children sleeping peacefully. Most of them now felt safe and secure within the stone walls of the Jedi Temple. It was during the night, that the cry of a little child woke me up.

Bekera was only six, nearly seven-years-old and we hadn't a clue of where her family was. We picked up that her town was in the middle of a border dispute and her parents had been killed and in the confusion, she had been taken. That incident was close to two years ago. "What's the matter little one?"

She wiped her tears as I pulled her close against me. "I want to go home, but I don't know where that is."

Now I could easily identify with that. "You know, I'm far away from home myself and can't get back either."

She looked up at me, curiosity written in her features, but also of kinship. "Really?"

I nodded. "I miss my parents too, especially my Dad since he was recently was killed in a c…speeder accident."

"I miss my Daddy too. He used to tell me stories and we did things together."

"I know, so did my Daddy and I." She had started crying again and I just held her until she quieted down then spoke again. "Sometimes when I really miss my parents, I just close my eyes and picture them in my heart. Why don't you do that?"

"How do I do that?"

"Close your eyes." I waited until her eyes were closed before continuing. "Now get a picture of what you want to remember and tell me as you picture it."

She smiled and laughed as she recalled a certain memory.

"Good, now place that image in your heart." I waited for a moment or two as she smiled again. "That good feeling and picture will always be with you in your heart. Every time you get homesick or miss your parents, remember that. They will always be with you."

She sighed as she snuggled close in my arms. "Thank you Miss Meagan."

"Your welcome." I held her and rocked her gently as she finally fell asleep into soothing waves.

I was just now beginning to realize that in helping these children helped me heal even more. Maybe something good did come of Daddy's death. I wouldn't have been able to help this little one like this if he was still alive. Obi-Wan was right. I could grow and learn from this like nothing else.

It was in the morning, after I was relieved from duty that I went back into the privacy of my own room and cried. I cried not only for Bekera, the other orphaned children, but also for myself. When I awoke later, I felt that my heart still had that hole where my Father was, but he would always be with me, but now I could continue on.

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**Obi-Wan's point of view**

I was just finishing my morning routine when Anakin came in. I had been reading over his paper on constructing his lightsaber. He didn't say much, heading straight toward the kitchen. "Didn't you eat breakfast before your first class?"

"Yes, but the class was my saber technique and we were working on some extension moves. It made me hungry again." He said, digging through things and pulling out some leftovers from the night before.

He sat down across from me in the kitchen table. "Have they found all those kids homes yet?" Both of us had helped out and Anakin had made a lot of headway in his own healing from his slave years and helped some of the kids through their own problems.

"I believe most of them have." I paused as I watched him eat. I shook my head at his appetite, but remembered how much I ate at that age too. "You'll have to ask Meagan that. She's still working with them."

He nodded, and finished a bit before he spoke again. "You like her don't you?"

I didn't glance up from the data pad, reading the last part again, but voiced. "Like who?"

He sighed. "You know I'm talking about Meagan."

I finally glanced up. "This sounds good Padawan. A few spelling mistakes, but solid work."

Anakin smiled at the compliment. "Does this mean I can start to make my own lightsaber now?"

"Yes." I told him straight out. "You can proceed on it."

"Finally." He said. I was hoping he wouldn't remember that I never answered his question, but I've discovered you can't outwit a teenage boy sometimes. "You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" I evaded, hoping he would get the idea.

He rolled his eyes, getting it, but certainly not letting it go. "Master you like Meagan."

I handed him his data pad. "Of course I like her, she's a good friend to both of us."

Now he looked exasperated. "Not like that. I mean really like her."

"Anakin, if you are talking romantically, we have no interest in each other."

"Humph." He took another bite. "I've seen the way you two look at each other when you think no one is looking."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He rolled his eyes again. "I'm sure you don't. You can be so clueless when it comes to women."

"Anakin."

"Bye. I've got class." With that he jumped off the chair and was gone.

I sat there, amazed at what he just said and how right he was, though I'd never want to admit it to anyone, but myself.

*******

It was later that same day that I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of one of the practice rooms, eyes closed, feeling the gentle flow of the Force.

Suddenly the door opened and my Padawan entered. He, as usual, was right on time, but just by mere seconds. I motioned for him to sit down across from me. We meditated for a while, allowing Anakin to calm down from his lively morning.

After that we stood up and slowly stretched without saying much. We worked out for quite a while; mostly reinforcing some of the moves Anakin was learning in his saber technique class. The boy was extremely talented, but still very young.

After we disengaged our sabers, he looked up to me and for the second time that day, he brought up a touchy subject. "Why don't you take her out to dinner sometime Master?" I raised an eyebrow as he continued. "I know she likes you a lot."

I sighed, debating what to tell him. "Anakin, I told you this morning…."

"Master, I know both you and Meagan well." He interrupted me. "You two really care about each other. You can't lie to me either, I felt it in the Force myself."

Deciding to be honest with him, I knelt down to him. "Padawan, Meagan and I do have some feelings for each other." He gave a quick cheer, which I immediately hushed. "But that doesn't mean we should act on them. There are a lot of other things to consider."

He regarded me a full second or two before speaking, but his eyes were lit up. "Like what?"

"First of all, she hasn't been here that long and still is adjusting the death of her Father. Then I have my duties to you, the Jedi Order, the Republic Government and this galaxy. This isn't a simple issue."

"You and my teachers are always telling me about the will of the Force. Every time you two are together and you let your shields down, even I can feel the Force pulling you two together."

My mouth nearly dropped open. 'When did his senses become so keen or were we not as careful as we thought?' I couldn't help, but think.

We regarded each other for several moments before I could speak to him. I mean, what could I say to him and to address what he said? I've been trying to teach him the ways of the Force, but now…. I sighed before finally speaking.

"Anakin, I can't and won't deny to you that both Meagan and I know that the Force is pulling us together for some reason it has yet to reveal. Just because we care about each other doesn't mean that is what's going to happen."

"But then why was she brought here?" He asked me pointedly.

"That's one question that I've kept asking myself. Our relationship may be one of them, since she needed someone to lean on after her Father's death and how she is taking that and using it to help children now. For some reason or another, the Force thinks her skills and talents are necessary more here than in her home world." I could tell he wanted me to flat out admit how much I was in love with her, but he also knew I wasn't going to do that. "The Force will reveal what it wants all of us to know in time."

He frowned, but wisely let the subject drop as we both went back to our quarters.

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**Meagan's point of view**

I stood outside the Council room, wondering what they had called me for. Most of the kids by this time had gone back to their homes or had been placed in some sort of temporary to permanent home. I couldn't help, but wonder if something regarding these kids was what I was called here for or for something else entirely.

"Hello Meagan." A deep voice interrupted my thoughts.

I turned to find Obi-Wan's beautiful eyes watching me. "Hello yourself."

"We've been called to the Council." Anakin came to stand besides us. "I think we are going on a mission."

I tried not to smile at his enthusiasm as Obi-Wan gave him a slight look.

"Maybe we are all going somewhere." I suggested, not wanting to look into Obi-Wan's eyes. I realized a while ago that it was a hopeless cause. No matter how much I denied it, I was in love with Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and always would.

"That would be cool." Anakin smiled as he used an expression that I often used.

Before either of us could say another word, we were called into the Council room. Only four Masters were present, so I knew it wasn't a matter of dire importance.

"Go to Tigress and bring back a Force sensitive baby that has been reported to us through their representation in the Senate. Of course, a Jedi Knight must be there to explain the nature of Force sensitivity, but the mother also requested someone who knows how to care for infants to come along. The obvious choice is you three, and Meagan, your job will be to take care of the baby and assure the parents that the little one will be well loved and taken care of."

After a few more instructions they sent us on our way. We agreed to meet at the hanger in three standard hours.

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AN: We guess that the biggest part of this chapter is how Meagan is finally beginning to move on from her Father's death, though we don't think she will ever stop missing him or ever "get over it." She's learned to live and using it to help others. (That's why the slave sold children was added to the story.)

However, the fun part of the chapter was adding Anakin knowing something is going on between his Master and Meagan. We thought about adding Anakin trying to set them up on a date or something along those lines, but it didn't quite fit. Anyway, as you can tell, something is building between them again and the fact is that others see it. (Garen and Bant being more than uncomfortable around her were the example here.)

And since they are going on another mission together, adds to it, despite the fact it's a routine mission. Please stay tuned to the next several chapters since they are big in the plot of this part and we think you guys are going to enjoy them thoroughly. (Sorry no more hints to that, you'll have to read it…heheheh.)

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