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Chapter IX

Qui-Gon was quick to see the forlorn looks on the faces of the future Bant, Garen, Reeft, and Siri as they re-entered. Whatever news they had received, it was not good. He was about to ask what was wrong, but Yoda beat him to it.

"Wrong, what is?" the diminutive Jedi asked.

The future Jedi shared a look, obviously wondering if they should divulge their newly acquired information to the past. They seemed to come to an understanding and nodded their heads.

"Obi-Wan and Mace were ambushed on Kodai by the Sith," Siri replied. "Obi-Wan was injured very badly."

"They don't know if he'll make it," Bant said in a soft voice.

The impact this statement had left a dead silence in the room. The knowledge that this great Jedi who had rescued them from Dooku and they had come to know as the future version of the Obi-Wan Kenobi they all knew and cared for, the knowledge that he might not live weighed heavily on their minds. The Sith must be strong indeed. Was there no hope for the future?

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Mace sat in the healer's wing, watching vigilantly over the young man who had allowed him to get to the ship while he himself held off the Sith. 'Why didn't I say no? Qui-Gon's spirit is probably looking on me with fury and hate. Why didn't I tell him to start the ship and let me cover his escape? Then it would not be him in this position, but me?'

"Wrong, you are. In that position, you would not be. Dead already, you would be. Chance there still is for Obi-Wan." The wisdom-filled eyes of Yoda looked into his own eyes. "Hate you, Qui-Gon's spirit could not. Know this, you do. Wished this to happen, you did not. Guilt, you should not have. Want you to beat yourself up, Obi-Wan does not."

Mace contemplated the wizened Jedi's words. As he began to accept them, a thought struck his mind. "What of the past? I think we should listen to Obi-Wan's council and tell them what is to come. It could not make things much worse. It might even make them better."

"Discussed this, the Council has since learned we did of Obi-Wan's grievous injury. Decided to tell them, we have. But wait until awakens, Obi-Wan does. Fill in holes of the story, he can.

"And if he doesn't wake up? If he…" Mace could not force himself to complete the sentence.

"Wake up, he will. His time, it is not."

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A/N: Short, I know! Forgive me! Please review!