Sorry, everyone! My wifi is sketchy on the best of days, and it shorted last night unexpectedly. As always, R&R with corrections, ideas, or suggestions for a beta! This isn't as good as the last chapter, but I hope you like :) Have a great day!

Obi-Wan had foreseen many troubles early on due to his unique situation, but difficulties adjusting to his body was not one of them. Qui-Gon and he reserved a training salle two days later to get an idea of where exactly he was in his abilities. The Padawan knew that he should at least pose a challenge to the older body of his master, but not even a minute in he encountered a slightly embarrassing difficulty.

Normally Obi-Wan could attack on the same plane as his enemies, being taller with age, but he was reminded quite shockingly that he no longer had that extra height advantage he had been so thankful for at the age of 19 when his last growth spurt came along. He went to attack like normal, preferring a more direct approach thanks to years at war, but too late he realized how much taller Qui-Gon was than him. The master quickly knocked him down and gangly limbs went sprawling spectacularly and with absolutely no finesse.

Angrily Obi shoved to his feet, his mouth screwed down in a scowl.

"Are you alright, Obi-Wan?"

"It's this kriffing body!" he snarled, gesturing to lanky limbs. "I've been a grown man too long for this to feel natural!" Grumbling to himself under his breath Obi-Wan moved to the side of the salle, reactivated his 'saber, and began to move through the katas of the first five lightsaber forms with careful, dedicated, deliberate precision. When he was done he felt a lot more comfortable in his body, and he smiled and shook out his limbs. "That's better," he sighed walking back over to Qui-Gon. "Now, let's try that again."

Even holding back, he fought his master to a standstill.

Obi-Wan decided within the course of the next month that he would not change anything that would directly interfere with his primary goal: saving Qui-Gon Jinn. Some changes could not be helped, such as an increase in high-level missions or the rumors that began to spread throughout the galactic criminal underground about an abnormally wise and powerful Jedi apprentice, but for the most part they were left in peace. He reopened his bond with his master but left the one with Yoda and strove to bring peace to the galaxy. There were, however, some things that weighed heavily on his mind.

Palpatine was Darth Sidious. Should he tell the Jedi? Would that give them extra time, leave the Sith weak and unsuspecting, or would it end disastrously? Should he at least warn the Jedi that there was a Sith? And what about Anakin? Would it be easier to pick the boy up when they did the first time? Obi-Wan needed to ensure that the fall of the Jedi did not come about, at least not as catastrophically, but that was only secondary to his desire to save his master from the hands of Maul. And there was another thing: what if someone else had been sent back in time as well? Chances were, since the Force sought balance, that the other person would be a Sith; what if it was Palpatine? If Obi-Wan alerted the Sith to his presence then no doubt his life would be in grave danger and his mission from the Force would not be accomplished.

It was decided then: Obi-Wan could not warn the Jedi outright of the Sith without endangering them all. He could prepare them though.

The first thing he did, one year after waking up, was tell Qui-Gon, Mace, and Yoda of Anakin.

"He is the Chosen One," he informed them inside Yoda's quarters where they had gathered. "Anakin Skywalker is the one of the prophecy." Once more, just to be understood. "However, due to certain sequences of events his destiny was not fulfilled, at least not by the time I was sent back. I am telling you this because last time things did not go well."

They looked at him, and Mace nodded for him to continue.

"Anakin was my first—and only—Padawan learner. I did my best with him, but, as much as it pains me to admit, there are those who would have done better and perhaps prevented his terrible fate. Everything I tell you about him must be taken seriously when the time comes." He took a deep breath, fortifying himself, then went on, "Anakin was a very kind, loving child. He loved people so much that he Fell for them, his eyes blinded by the desire to save them from pain and suffering. His entire life he was also filled with anger, an anger that was nigh impossible for him to conquer. I was not able to help in this, and our situation certainly did not help that, either."

"Wait, you said that you found him when he was nine years old, and yet he became your apprentice?" Mace questioned.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes. I almost left the Order to train him, but he did become a Padawan. This time around he must be accepted into the Order immediately, no hesitation. Anakin became embittered to the Council because of this, and in the end, this only fueled his hatred and anger. He must be taught the danger of attachments almost immediately, and when he has his first visions—disguised as horrifying dreams—he must be allowed to act on them. We cannot let him fall to the Dark side, for it will be our own undoing. Anakin Skywalker must be trained as a Jedi, for a far worse fate awaits him otherwise."

For the next few minutes they all stared at him thoughtfully until Mace nodded. "Alright, Kenobi; it shall be as you say. The boy Anakin will be trained no matter what."

"Yes," Yoda agreed. "Sense, I do, that imperative this is. However, one question to ask, I have: why tell us now, hmmm?"

"Now was when the Force willed it, Master Yoda."

The green Jedi nodded. After a few thoughtful moments, he turned emerald orbs to blue-green ones. "Any more to tell us, have you?"

Obi-Wan hesitated, then, "Yes. This is almost more than I promised to say, but I feel it is important and must be said." He paused once more, this time because he was afraid of the words about to be uttered. "The Jedi must be diligent. They cannot allow themselves to be blinded by their arrogance and complacency. We cannot allow ourselves to become part of the Senate and its doings; we are Jedi, the keepers of the peace, not the soldiers of the government."

The last came out with conviction, a fire in his eyes that they had not seen before. Here was a man who knew his words were full of the utmost truth, who had seen terrible evil and came back with this wisdom to bare. This was a man whom they should heed.

It was Qui-Gon who spoke next, his baritone quiet but no less penetrating. "We shall remain diligent."

Solemn eyes, too old for such a young face, caught and held those of their master's. Filled with conviction and the righteous determination of those burning with faith and burdened with calling, Obi-Wan had only one last thing to say.

"I will hold you to that."