Shyma Tavrott Lupin was young.
She had no wishes to die just yet. She always dreamed of becoming a Jedi Knight and fighting alongside some of the many knight she idolized.
So when she opened her eyes to the white ceilings of the healers ward, and not the fluffy clouds of the force, she was more than just ecstatic.
Her ecstasy grew as she pushed herself to sit up and saw several knights seated around her room. Luke, and all the rest of the gang. She couldn't help but grin at the sight of their relieved faces.
And as she received hugs from the familiar faces something came to her. The reason she was there to begin with.
Shyma vaguely remembered sending more than half her life force to her master before she felt him stabilize. And then managing to call the healers on his comm before passing out herself.
It was not something easy, for she was 12 and had only seen it done once in health class like 3 years ago. She remember Master Garen Muln telling her class that it was a special technique that should only be used in an utmost emergency. A life or death situation. She took a minute to thank Garen (one of her favorite teachers) for teaching the one class that she actually payed attention to all those years ago. Garen would be proud of her for using what she learned in his class to save his best friends' son's life. She knew it.
And then suddenly something hit Shyma.
"Where is he?" She thought out loud.
Every person in the room knew who 'he' meant.
"Not really sure kiddo, haven't gone to visit him yet" Lou said from his seat against the wall.
"Hm? Why not?" Shyma raised a brow.
"Just thought you should do the honors" Luke shrugged.
"Haha real funny" Shyma scowled.
"No, really. You saved his life. I mean that's the least you deserve right?" Michael said from the other side of the room.
"He awake yet?" Shyma asked after a while.
"No idea" Luke said with a smile.
"Good" Shyma said returning the smile. She jumped out of bed (happy to find herself still in her Jedi uniform and not those beyond disgusting medical outfits) and with one last thanks to everyone for being there, she headed out of her room.
As she walked out it occurred to her that she had no idea where Tommy's room was, but then laughed to herself when she realized she could just sense him out.
And in no time she found the room (all the way on the other side of the healer's ward) that read on the door Thomas B. Kenobi
Just when she was about to walk in, the door opened and Healer Bant Eerin walked out. Upon seeing Shyma she smiled "You're lucky, he just woke up."
Shyma's smile broadened.
"Thanks..." the healer said putting a hand on the padawan's shoulder. She gave it a light squeeze and walked away. Shyma looked down and smiled. And just like Garen, she had to thank her for saving her best friends' son.
Shyma then looked up, took a deep breath and entered the room in front of her.
The first thing she noticed was that there wasn't much light in the room. Just what little was seeping in through the closed blinds.
Then she noticed the man in the bed to her right. Her master.
The knight was drinking a glassful of Caen, and didn't seem to notice Shyma come in
She walked over and pulled up a chair next to the bed.
It was then that Tommy turned and saw his padawan. He put down the glass onto a bedside table and turned back to his apprentice.
"Hey..." he whispered.
"Hey...." Shyma replied.
"Thanks..." Tommy muttered looking down "For doing what you did.....Bant said you sent your life force into me.....how did you even-"
"I know a lot of things most padawan don't" Shyma smiled.
Tommy chuckled.
"Force, you know how to laugh?!" Shyma gawked playfully.
"Heh...yes...I guess I do" Tommy replied, smiling.
"I want to thank you for something else...." Tommy said after a small comfortable silence. Shyma looked up at him with and expression that said "I'm all ears." So he continued "Thank you...I guess being saved...having my life in someone else's hands after so long...taught me a thing or two...."
"Yeah, Thomas Bierfeldt Kenobi gets saved. That hasn't happened in a while...has it?" Shyma smirked.
"Not since my father died...." Tommy answered, his eyes downcast.
"You seemed so eager to live....you know even though you act like a human nightmare...you wanted to live so badly...why?" Shyma asked quietly.
"Because my life is something my father gave his for. I refuse to make his death in vein. And the only way to do that is make something of myself. Something he'll be proud of" Tommy replied truthfully "And after all this I've realized....I can't be someone like him...someone worth it if I keep up the shit I've been pulling for the past 10 years."
Shyma gazed up at him with a curious expression.
"I think....." Tommy took a deep breath "I think I want to start....what is it that Luke says? Ah, Learning To Live."
Shyma laughed "it's about time you did that."
"I think you have that affect on people..." Tommy smiled "Teach me. Teach me and I'll teach you."
"Ok" Shyma said taking up the challenge "Training begins with this" she then got up and wrapped Tommy in a concerned, relieved, loving hug. After a while Tommy decided it wouldn't hurt to return his own embrace.
And with that...Thomas Bierfeldt Kenobi did begin...Learning To Live.
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