Well, folks, this is it. The last of 'Hauntings From The Past'. I am working on the sequel, but I don't know when it will be out. The sequel will be titled 'Behind These Hazel Eyes'. Hopefully by Late October-Early November I'll have the first bit written and can start posting.

I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed: Recovering4life, jameron4eva, Odele, XenaTheWarriorPrincess, DarkAngel620, Phoenix1592, CSIGetteBlue, Vana Jedi, Chewie Lee, .Wings.x and guests. May The Force be With You all.

One more song, Waiting for the World to Fall by Jars of Clay. Then there's kind of a 'end credits' song if you will at the end, Dear X (You Don't Own Me) by Disciple.

Epilogue: Waiting for the World to Fall

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Jane crawled out of the tent to watch as the sun rose over the horizon, being careful and quiet enough to not wake Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. A month had passed since Jane had entered the cave on Telos, and the trio were on a much-needed vacation. Qui-Gon's friend Wren Honoran had suggested that they take a training mission on Ragoon-6, to enjoy the scenery, wilderness, each other's company and—most importantly—the peace.

The peace was what Jaina wanted at that very moment, to bask in the serenity of the sunrise in the pinks, purples and oranges in the soft light of morning. She glanced down at her palm and smiled as she traced a finger over the design. So much had changed for her and her life, but around her things seemed to stay the same. She was still waiting for the other boot to drop, for when it would be openly debated on whether or not she stayed. The only bright side was that only the people she cared for the most treated her the way they had before they knew who her father was. Just as Jace had predicted.

She and Bant still schemed to find ways of trapping Obi-Wan and Siri in the same room. Winna was still her pseudo-mother at the Temple. Siri still ruffled her hair and called her 'short-stuff'. She was still 'Jainy-bug' to Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's 'flower'.

And Jace still calls me 'Greensleeves', Jaina thought with a chuckle as she pulled her robe around her tighter.

And yet she still felt like it could be all gone in a second.

It can, Jaina reminded herself. Think of how many times Qui-Gon has been wounded on missions. Or when Obi-Wan was in the hospital for so long after he was pushed down those stairs. Or when you became ill with something the Healers had never seen before.

But for now, all was right with the galaxy. At least in Jaina's part of it. And she hoped it stayed that way.

She stood up from her rock as she felt Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon stirring from inside the tent. By the time they emerged, Jaina had started the fire for cooking their breakfast.

They were half-way through their meal when they heard the crunching of leaves from behind their campsite and immediately drew their weapons. They were surprised to see Wren come out of the woods.

"Master Honoran," Jaina said as she deactivated her blade. "You do remember that we are supposed to find you, right?"

Wren grinned at Jaina and ruffled her hair.

"I know that, you cheeky bugger," He said. "But I just received an urgent message for you from the Council."

Jaina and Obi-Wan glanced at each other, both worried and curious, as Qui-Gon read the message.

"We will leave immediately," Qui-Gon said after he finished reading.

"Where are we going?" Obi-Wan asked as Wren left to prepare their ship for departure.

"First to Coruscant, than Naboo," Qui-Gon said, dousing their fire. "The Trade Federation is blockading Naboo. Chancellor Valorum asked for us specifically." He looked up at the two apprentices. "I know you two were enjoying our break, and I'm sorry we have to cut it off so soon."

"That's alright, Master," Jaina said as she started packing up their things. "We know how it goes."

"How about I make a request with the Council that after our mission, we come back here and finish the training mission. With no interruptions." Qui-Gon suggested and smiled as he watched his Padawans' faces light up.

"Gives us motivation to get the mission done faster," Obi-Wan said with a grin.

And so, the trio continued to talk and laugh as they dismantled their campsite. Little did they know just how precious those hours would be.

End Song: Dear X (You Don't Own Me) by Disciple