I am very sorry, as I have said in my last note, I had a lot of health issues. I am back, and with a few new projects, I have another story in the process of writing for you all as well as a project. It is a story I adopted from WhyMustIWirte, the fanfic is called Justice is blind.

Official Summery:

Blind from birth, Obi Wan Kenobi overcomes his sightlessness to become a great Jedi. Yet, when it comes to training a padawan, he may very well be more blind than he realized. AU. Featuring Qui Gon, Padme and Anakin. Coauthored by Kioshie

Also, one last note, my story has had over 100 different visitors, so why do I only have a few reviews?

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He walked up to the ramp of the ship, Anakin limp in his arms, his blood staining Obi-wan's tunic. Though the cut was deep, the lightsaber burn seemed to have cauterized everything. 3PO was ahead, standing on the ramp, fretting to himself.

"Master Kenobi, we have Miss Padmé, please, please hurry inside" He fretted, not taking in the sight that Anakin was laying limp in Obi-wan's arms.

"3PO, I need you to pilot the ship to Polis Massa" Obi-wan told him. He resisted the frown when he thought of how Anakin would tell him "droids don't 'pilot' they simply fly, it takes skill to pilot"

3PO looked at Anakin, fretting and muttering even more at the sight. Obi-wan only sighed and took Anakin to the med bay, taking notice that Padmé was laying on a medical bed, and laid him on the examination table.

"Let's see those wounds" Obi-wan said, hating for it to be silent.

He removed Anakin's tunic, burnt and charred from the lava and the slash that his lightsaber made. He blinked back the tears, and examined the wound. He was right, the lightsaber had cauterized just about everything, but his side was left open, the possibility of infection high.

"Oh, Padawan" Obi-wan sighed, remorseful.

He placed a bacta patch on the wound and wrapped some bandages around his side to keep him from moving should he resist the healing trance.

Anakin stood, surrounded in white, wandering for what seemed forever to his impatient mind. He stopped when a young little boy with sun-bleached blond hair, tanned skin and sprinkled freckles stood two meters away. The little boy looked up at him with big, electric blue eyes as clear as the Naboo skies he'd sat under when he'd fallen in love.

"Why?" the little boy asked.