He looked up at the healers with confusion and curiosity in his eyes, but he did nothing to impede their work. They were impossibly kind and gentle as they worked on him. They even explained what they did before they did it to keep him at ease.

They weren't hurting him so he wasn't going to complain. He wasn't going to say anything, though he remembered how to say a few words. They weren't the man in the armor, so he wasn't immediately distrustful toward them, but they also weren't his Master.

Master. The thought of him made Obi-Wan feel safe and happy, even if he was confused about much of what was going on around him.

He perked up when the man in the armor approached the medical bay he was being held in. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of that man, but he knew that the last time he'd seen him he'd been with his Master. He hoped his Master wouldn't be too far behind.

The healers were doing something to him that was making him feel extraordinarily sleepy. For the first time since the man with the armor had taken him to Mut's shop on Tatooine, he wasn't afraid to face unconsciousness. He was surrounded by people but he didn't fear what they might do to him once his guard was down.

He cast one last pleading look around for the man with the beard and the crooked smile— his Master— before he let the dark, murky waters of sleep take him.

))((

Qui-Gon had been far more badly injured than he'd let on, though that surprised precisely nobody who knew him. Once Obi-Wan was safe and being tended to, he'd simply collapsed in the middle of the medical bay. It took two healers plus Jango to strip him and get him into a Bacta tank, where he would spend much of the next week.

The healers marveled at the wound in his chest and the fact that he'd somehow managed to walk— even with assistance— after such a wound.

With Obi-Wan being fussed over and Qui-Gon unconscious in a tank of clear goo, Jango was left rather listless. His injuries were not such that he required medical attention— not that he'd allow a Jedi healer to touch him anyway— but he dared not stray too far from either Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan's side, lest the Council decide to rescind their tentative temporary forgiveness for his crimes.

"Your armor, need it you do not," a voice from somewhere near his left knee caused him to jump as he peered through the crowd surrounding young Kenobi's medical bed. "Uncomfortable, you must be. A guest here, you are, Jango."

He knew he knew the Jedi Master who was speaking to him, but it had been so very long since Qui-Gon had last complained to him about the Masters at the Temple that the tiny green Master's name escaped him.

"If it's all the same to you, Master Jedi," Jango replied, "I think I shall be more comfortable if I continue to wear it. The tiny Master smiled and nodded once.

"Your choice, it is." The tiny green Master fell silent then, but Jango remained aware of his continued presence near his right knee. There was clearly more that this little Master wanted to say.

After a long attempt at ignoring him, Jango sighed and turned to face him. His tired muscles screamed in pain as he knelt so he would be closer to the small Jedi.

"A troubled man, you are. At war with your morals, with your need to survive…"

"Look, with all due respect Master Jedi, you know nothing about me. I helped the boy and Qui-Gon because Qui-Gon is my friend. That's it. There's no clouded morals, there's nothing there but loyalty and my wanting to make right what I've screwed up."

Master Yoda looked at him for a long moment and Jango obliged, knowing it was better to simply cooperate with the Jedi at this time. With Qui-Gon unable to vouch for him, he was far more vulnerable in that Temple than he liked to be.

"Come," the tiny Master said finally. "A meal, we shall put in you. Famished you must be. Return you can when full your belly is, mmh?" Jango hesitated, but the Jedi shook his head and insisted loudly. "No harm shall come to you, Jango. A hero you are, mmh yes, hero."

He cast one last look toward Obi-Wan as he was led away. It had been an awful long time since he'd last eaten. Whether it was smart to trust food given to him by the Jedi remained to be seen.

))((

When Obi-Wan woke up, he found the man in the armor was sitting at his bedside, casually reading a datapad. He wondered how long the man had been there. More than that, he wondered what the man's intentions were.

There was something to be said for the paranoia and fear the bounty hunter had managed to cause within the young Jedi. Were he not already safe, it might've aided in his self-preservation.

As it stood then, all he managed to do was bonk his head against a panel that hung above his bed as he hastily tried to sit up. Groaning, he sank back against the thin pillow provided for his comfort.

A flash of a memory. Intense pain. The man in the armor just inches from his face. Something held to his head. Obi-Wan turned and stared at the man in the armor, his eyes wide. If he'd done something to hurt him before, what was stopping him now?

Obi-Wan remembered that pain. It had been worse than the lightning bolts that Sidious had coursed through his body.

"No," he managed to say as he pressed himself against the wall. He never once took his eyes off of the man in the armor, who now was staring back at him with a look of utter confusion.

"What— Hey, buddy, I'm not about to— I mean I know I did but—"

"No!" Obi-Wan howled. A cacophony of alarms were sounding now, alerting the healers to the boy's rapid heart rate and sudden, drastic drop in basal temperature.

The man in the armor stood as the healers came and surrounded Obi-Wan. The young Jedi's heart rate didn't drop until the man in the armor was no longer within his line of sight.

))((

"Old friend, I think the kid might recognize me," Jango said as he approached the tank that held Qui-Gon. "I don't know if that's a good thing. I may have accidentally given him a heart attack just now."

Qui-Gon, of course, didn't respond, couldn't respond. He just floated absently in the tank. The bounty hunter was glad to see that the wound was healing quite nicely. It no longer was anywhere near as deep or infected-looking. The Jedi Master still had quite a lot of healing to do.

Jango put his hand on the glass and closed his eyes. He could feel Qui-Gon in there. If he concentrated hard enough, he could feel Qui-Gon probing him right back.

It had been many years since the Master had taught the bounty hunter a few useful Force skills and nearly as long since he's actually made use of them, but Jango found it all came back to him pretty easily. Though he knew it had to feel pretty amateurish to the unconscious Master.

-How is Obi-Wan? Is he awake?- Qui-Gon's voice filled Jango's mind and for a moment he simply stood there, wide-eyed, and stared at his unconscious friend.

"He's, uh, he's awake," he replied. "He woke up while I was sitting there reading. Hit his head trying to sit up. Took one look at me and started screaming, 'no, no,' over and over." Jango felt a strange flutter in the Force. Hope. "I wouldn't think too much of it, old friend. I hate to say it, but I'm the best their is at wiping memories. Outside of you full-time Force users, that is."

-He is stronger than you are giving him credit for, Jango.-