A/N: Disney owns Star Wars. And will soon control the Earth, once they finally vanquish their foes at WB and establish true dominance over our planet.

Even before I opened my eyes, I knew something was very different. Not wrong, mind you—just different. For one, there was this bizarre feeling of being somewhat crowded, but I don't mean in the sense of being claustrophobic; this was more like... being at a huge party, where just looking at all the people there makes you feel different. Somehow, even without opening my eyes, I knew exactly how many people were in my immediate vicinity—four, to be precise—but beyond that, I also knew there were roughly a metric crapload of people in the general area, extending for a distance I couldn't quite tell. It was so overwhelming it was making my head spin almost as fast as Marsh's punch had. I didn't have much time to ruminate on that before voices started to filter into my consciousness.

"...have to ask...when he wakes up...be too long, now. His vitals are stable."

I groaned a bit, squinting behind closed eyes and squirming a bit as I did so.

"Hold on, he's coming round!"

"Coming round"? What, did Marsh hit me so hard I landed in the UK? And where the hell have I heard that voice before...

My thoughts were answered in a very surprising fashion as I finally opened my eyes to an impossible view. Four fictional characters—Rig Nema, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Ahsoka Tano—were standing over me as I lay in a high-tech hospital bed. I reacted in the same way any ordinary, sane person would:

"AAAAAHHH!"

As I screamed, the weird sensation I had been feeling went even more wild, until I felt like my head would split open from the sensory overload. I clutched my head in pain as the suddenly real characters tried to help.

"Hey, it's okay, you're safe now! We're not gonna hurt you!"

"I don't think it is entirely us, Padawan! His initial panic is causing his Force sense to spike beyond his mind's ability to sort out the noise!"

I continued freaking out, feeling everything and everyone all at once, the sheer volume of presence threatening to drive me insane... until I felt two hands clutching my shoulders, and an oddly foreign yet comforting presence reach out into my mind as Obi-Wan spoke to me in a quiet tone.

"Calm down. Breathe, in and out, slowly."

Somehow, I managed to still myself and start to follow his direction, but it was NOT easy, and the noise kept coming back, only for Kenobi's voice and presence to stabilize things.

"That's it. Deep breaths. Just relax and let go, and it'll sort itself out..."

As I followed his advice, his words began to come true; the overwhelming sensations were beginning to quiet down, my mind slowly starting to make sense of its surroundings. After a few moments, I managed to calm myself enough to open my eyes again and face what was happening as best I could.

Obi-Wan smiled at me, patting me on the shoulder as he let go. "There, you seem to have it under control for now!"

"So where was this super-calm version of you when I was his age?" Anakin snarked, getting an eyeroll from his old master before looking at me. "You gave us a real scare, kid. You okay now?"

I may have calmed down, but I was still definitely not okay. "My head is killing me still... and I'm pretty sure I'm either dreaming, or going nuts. Other than that, I'm just peachy."

The resident padawan chuckled lightly. "I'm guessing you've never actually met real Jedi before, huh? What's your name?"

"Kevin Caller," I said, averting my eyes and desperately hoping to wake up soon. "And to answer your question, no."

"Well, then, Kevin, my name's Ahsoka Tano. The tall dark guy is my Master, Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, the bearded one is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the doctor is Jedi healer Rig Nema."

The latter smiled briefly as she held a strange device up to my chest and moved it up and down, obviously some sort of medical scanner. "You seem to be physically well, aside from a minor injury to your left cheek, but that was a simple fix. How did you come by that?"

"And where did you come from, aside from a hole in the sky?" Skywalker asked, leaning against a wall.

I didn't know how to respond. I was still at least 99% that I was unconscious and dreaming, but that pesky one percent was growing rapidly. At first, I thought to just say the whole truth, but a strange feeling came over me that made me rethink that plan. Somehow I got the sudden idea that it would be a bad idea™ to tell these people that they were fictional where I came from... so I left that part out.

"I don't know how I got here. There was a guy who picks on me all the time, he was hitting me, and then all of a sudden, he clocks me on the jaw and I woke up with you guys standing over me. What was that weird feeling, by the way?"

The four Jedi frowned, looking at each other briefly before Anakin responded. "You... you don't know? I mean, even I knew I was different long before the Order found me."

It didn't take long for me to start putting the pieces together after that; Obi-Wan's next words only confirmed my guess. "That, young one, was the Force. You have a great deal of potential in it."

"A great deal?" Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. "That's an understatement. He's got almost as much power in him as you, Master Kenobi."

I shook my head. "No, there's no way that's possible... I mean, I've never had it before—"

Master Nema spoke next, worry in her tone. "That's the truly peculiar part, at least according to my readings. It is as if he were completely force-deaf until the moment he arrived, and only now gained sensitivity; as a result, his body and mind have yet to adjust to all the new stimuli that come with it. He's right, this shouldn't be possible."

"Exist, the impossible does not." A familiar voice came from the doorway as a near flood of sensation rushed over me, causing me to clutch my head again as I turned to see no less than Yoda himself. "Improbable? Yes. But possible through the Force, many strange things are."

The diminutive master smiled at me. "Much to speak on, we have. Master Nema, finished with his physical examination, are you?"

The healer nodded. "Yes, Master Yoda. Aside from curiosity over his force sensitivity, there is little more that can actually be done at this moment. I was just about to clear him when you entered, in fact."

"Good. Remain here and continue looking over your findings for now, you must. Master Kenobi and the rest, come speak to the council with the boy you shall."

Yoda gestured for us to follow him; I managed to do so, but as we continued moving through the Temple, my control over my new force sensitivity was still tenuous, and I nearly stumbled as we passed through a crowded hall, only for Obi-Wan to steady me and guide me again. As embarrassing as it was, I probably wouldn't have made it to the council chambers if he hadn't kept helping me. Finally, we managed to reach the doors to the council chamber; Yoda entered first and began walking toward his seat, the door opening to reveal the rest of the Jedi High Council already present and seated: Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Ki-Adi-Mundi, Saesee Tiin, Kit Fisto, Oppo Rancisis, Shaak Ti, Eeth Koth, Adi Gallia, and Depa Billaba. To say that I was intimidated was a massive understatement, and I immediately felt their gaze on me.

Windu gestured to me and the others. "Kenobi, Skywalker, Padawan Tano, give our guest some room to step forward."

I took a couple of steps toward the center of the room, only for the same problem to arise again. This was going to take some getting used to.

"With all due respect, Master Windu," Obi-Wan spoke, moving to steady me, "the boy has no control over his sensitivity, which is considerable. I had to use my own power to stabilize his several times on the way here just to keep him from collapsing under the strain of it all."

The council members all looked at each other with various expressions of surprise and concern before turning their gaze back to me.

"Intriguing," spoke Plo Koon, his mask distorting his voice as he turned to me. "Tell us, where are you from? Perhaps your origins might shed light on your condition."

I started to speak, but again, that same feeling warning me of telling them anything about the series stopped me short, and I decided to leave it out again. "Believe it or not, I'm not from any world you're familiar with. In fact, I'm not even from this universe."

A shocked silence followed before Plo Koon continued his questioning. "...How are you certain of this?"

"Yes, please enlighten us," Windu spoke, skepticism in his tone. "We know you are deliberately leaving some very important details out of your story."

I gulped, trying to explain as best I could. "Well... you see, I want to tell you, but... it's like, every time I try, I get this feeling like it would be a really bad idea to do it. I'm pretty sure I actually could say, if I ignored the feeling and tried anyway, but—"

The expressions of the council spoke volumes; they seemed to know what was going on here. Ki-Adi-Mundi finished my sentence. "...but the feeling of wrongness gives you pause, is that it?" I nodded in confirmation as he clarified. "That is the Force, young one. The fact that you can feel it to such a degree, even without training... there are very few precedents of such a thing, even in the oldest histories. Whatever the case, such feelings are important, and I suspect there is good reason for the Force to prevent you from revealing certain things until their due time."

"In agreement, I am."

"As am I," Windu spoke. "What else can you say of your origins?"

I continued with my explanations, always wary of that feeling whenever it popped up. "Well, for one, we don't have the Force. We don't have Jedi, heck, we don't have SPACEFLIGHT. Humans are the only species we're aware of so far. We're not even a unified species; our planet is still divided into a lot of different countries. As for me, I'm nobody—just a regular guy in school who got picked on all the time. I have no clue why I'm here, or what's so special about me."

As I spoke, the council members occasionally exchanged glances and whispers among themselves at various aspects of my story. After I finished, Yoda closed his eyes briefly before giving his input.

"Hrmmm. Believe you, we do. But uncertain the reason for your presence remains."

Windu nodded. "One thing is for certain; the power you possess can and will destroy you, or worse, if left uncontrolled."

Ki-Adi-Mundi turned to the grandmaster, slight surprise on his features. "Are you suggesting we allow the boy to be trained? He is MUCH too old."

"Normally, I would agree," Windu replied, "But this is a special case. Exceptions have been made in the past for individuals with great potential; one of them stands in this very room."

Anakin stood slightly taller as Plo Koon gave his own nod of agreement. "Indeed. It would be irresponsible of us to turn aside one whose own power might destroy him if left unchecked when we can render aid. And in the process, perhaps we may uncover the reason for his arrival."

The members of the Jedi High Council all looked to each other, giving their silent opinions on the matter at hand before leaving Windu to deliver the verdict. "Very well. By order of this council, you will be accepted into the Order, albeit under close supervision. The specifics of your training will be determined at a later date; for now, Master Kenobi will show you to your sleeping quarters. This council meeting is adjourned."

Elsewhere, on Coruscant, Sheev Palpatine stood at the window of his office, looking out over the skyline. The Jedi were quick to take the mystery person to their wretched temple, but the sky traffic cameras caught enough of a glimpse of what had happened that a holo of a mysterious teenage boy falling from the sky now sat on his desk. He had felt the disturbance all the way from this office; true, the boy was nowhere near the same level of power that the Chosen One possessed. But one thing was certain, the child was an unknown variable, and the Plan was far too important to be derailed by the unknown.

He turned to look at the various reports on his desk; his eye just happened to fall upon a heavily encrypted document from the Strategic Advisory Cell concerning a mishap with a hyperdrive experiment. Palpatine noticed the timestamp of the incident in the report, then with a slight start immediately grabbed the holo of the boy, noting the timestamp on the image. They were roughly the same. A terrible smile came over his features. Whatever secrets this boy held would not be hidden for long. His mind continued scheming as he placed his hand on the "call" button on his desk.

"Bring me Lieutenant Commander Krennic immediately. I wish to discuss certain events with him in private."

Feel free to hate me on the OC's name. Yes, the pun in the title was intentional, but honestly, I couldn't come up with anything better to call this story than that.