I missed putting this note into the last chapter. The man known throughout his career as Count Dracula, Saruman, Frankenstein, and Count Dooku, has passed away. Rest in Peace Christopher Lee.

Repairs

Two hours after his, and his wife's sleep was first interrupted, Griffin woke up. He kissed his wife's forehead, and gently scooted her off of him, and onto the bed. He got dressed, and exited his room. He walked around, heading to the armory. Jolee Bindo was awake, and examining the former Sith Lord's weapons.

"See something interesting, old man?" Griffin asked.

"Quite a few things, actually." The retired Jedi started. "This sword, I've only ever felt a blade like this, of this kind of presence during the war against Exar Kun. Is this sword what I think it is?"

"If you think it's a Sith Sword, then yes, it's exactly what you think it is."

"Why did you choose to make this?"

"I didn't. Darth Odysseus made it a rite of passage, of sorts. Told me to spend as much time, personalizing it. Whenever I grip the hilt, the blade becomes electrified. It can send shocks through someone who is cut by the blade, can screw with a droids circuits, and if it hits the right spot, it can even short-circuit a lightsaber."

"Impressive thing to have. How often do you use it?"

"Odysseus always wanted me to have it hilted, on my back. So I always did. Now that I no longer serve him, I'm not sure if I'll still do so. I do know I'll keep it."

"I'm sure you have your reasons. I'm examining all of this Sith memorabilia. If I have any questions, would you mind if I ask them?"

"Not at all. Just come to me."

Griffin turned back, and went to the Medbay. As he hoped, the good doctor was there.

"Doc, I've got a question for you."

"Sure thing Griffin, how can I be of service."

"What's involved in this surgery, you have in mind?"

"There's two routes this surgery could go down. One would have us find out if you're bones are strong enough, to take artificial skin. It's very obvious that not all of your skin on your arm will be there once all is said and done. The remaining natural skin will mix well with artificial skin, should the bones be strong enough. Though your arm will be terribly scarred, for the rest of your life."

"I can live with that. What about the other route?"

"If the bone's aren't strong enough, well... I hope this won't scare you, but amputation will be required. And once that happens, you'll need a prosthetic replacement limb."

"It doesn't scare me. Whatever the result," Griffin looked back to his doorway. His wife stood, leaning against the doorway. They smiled at each other. "I'm finally back with my family." He turned, and walked to Cariana. He kissed her for a few seconds. "Sleep alright?"

"Yes. I'll sleep even better, when we're home."

"I'm looking forward to that."

She pressed the side of her head, into his chest, and he kissed her on the back of it, while holding her tightly. They stood like that for a few seconds, then headed to the cockpit. Griffin sat in the captain's chair, and Cariana sat in his lap, leaning back into him. Griffin grabbed her leg, and adjusted her, so that she wrapped her arms around his neck, and place her legs up, on the arm of the chair. They kissed, and then she laid her head into the side of his neck. They didn't need to say a word. They just starred out into the blue lighting, of hyperspace.

Meanwhile, at the Ebon Hawk...

Revan was about to have the ship take off, when he got a call on the holocommunicator.

"T3, get us off of this planet." After giving the little droid its orders, Revan entered the communications blister. He powered up the console, and Carth Onasi's holographic image popped up.

"How are you, admiral?"

"I'm well, Master Marek." Carth started. "I've got some good news for you, Revan. I sent another scout to Korriban, and he found Griffin's lightsabers. All three of them. Do you want me to send them to the Jedi Temple?"

"No, have them delivered to Taris Memorial Hospital, 50 miles West of the temple. They'll make the perfect welcome home present, for Griffin."

"Wait, WHAT?! Did I hear that right?!"

"You did. Griffin survived."

"How do you know this?"

"Deliver the lightsabers yourself, and I'll explain."

"I'm looking forward to this story. I'll see you at that hospital."

"See you soon, Carth."

As Carth's holoimage faded, Revan then thought to himself, of how the Republic may want Griffin put on trial, for his crimes, as Darth Terecept. He thought that his old friend might be spending potentially the rest of his life, in prison. He would have to find the best way to resolve this situation, as he went along. For now, Griffin needed surgery. That was going to happen, no matter what.

A couple days later, on Coruscant...

The Blade's Edge landed in the hangar, close to Revan's Old apartment. Dr. Kapp had a speeder waiting for himself, the retired Jedi, the redeemed Jedi, and his wife. Knowing it would be a long drive, they didn't stop to pick up his brothers along the way. Aside, they were already informed, during the flight to Coruscant, to head to the hospital, "for a surprise" as their sister-in-law told them.

The group parked up, in the doctor's reserved parking space, and head straight for surgery. It wouldn't take long to prep Griffin for it, but they had to wait for Revan to arrive, before they could begin. This gave time for a reunion.

"Is this the place?" Darius asked his older brother.

"Taris Memoiral. This is it." Justin responded.

"You think little Jeff is sick, or you think this is a good surprise?"

"No idea. But we're about to find out."

The two Walker boys made their way up the hospital, stopping to ask the receptionist, where their sister-in-law went. She directed them to surgery. They went to the elevator, and were greeted by their nephew's occasional babysitter, retired Jedi, Jolee Bindo.

"How are you boys, today?" The old man asked the brothers.

"Bout the same as any other day." Justin stated.

"Well, it's about to get better. Come with me. It's time to see your surprise."

The three men entered the elevator, heading to the fifth story, where the surgeries are all carried out. They walked to the very end of the wing, and looked into the last room, where a large figure stood, in a hospital gown, With Cariana sitting in a chair, looking at the figure. Jolee led the two brothers into the room. "Visitors!" he said. Cariana looked at the three men, standing up, to watch the scene. The figure slowly turned around, and both brothers were absolutely shocked, by who it was.

"Damn guys," Griffin started. "You both look like hammered shit."

"Griffin?" Darius said, hesitantly.

Griffin turns his head to the side, and puts his arms up, halfway.

"Don't move an inch." Justin commands. He then walks forward, and punches Griffin on the chest.

"Ah, what the fuck?!" Griffin exclaims, rubbing his chest.

"It's really you?" Justin asked, still in shock.

"Yeah, but you didn't need to hit me, to prove it, asshole."

Both brothers then walked up to their younger brother, and wrapped him in a group hug. Neither of them could keep from crying. "We missed you, so much." Justin said.

"I missed you guys, too." He released himself, to look them in the eyes. "There's a surgery I need to finish prepping for. Once its done, I'll tell you both how I survived."

Two hours later, and ten miles away...

In the same hangar bay in which the Blade's Edge docked, Revan docked the Ebon Hawk in an adjacent hangar. As requested, Master Mical awaited the ship's arrival. Mical bowed to him.

"Grand Master, it is good to see your return." The younger Jedi greeted.

"Good to be back. Let's head straight for Taris Memorial."

"Admiral Onasi has informed me that he is already outside the hospital, waiting for us."

"Let's not keep him waiting much longer."

The two High Councilors mounted Mical's speeder, flying off straight to the hospital arriving in fifteen minutes. As promised, Admiral Onasi was patiently waiting outside the entrance. He was carrying a metallic portable storage box in his hands. They parked up, in front of the old soldier, and dismounted. "Excuse me sir," Carth started. "I've got a package for a Mr. 'Revan Marek'."

"I'd like to forward that package to a Mr. Griffin Walker." Revan jokingly responded. He opened up the box, to see all three lightsabers, as well as a small, circular piece of metal, he believed Cariana would like to give Griffin, herself. He took it out of the box, and put it in his pocket. He then smiled. "You'd make a good delivery man Carth, but stick with the Republic."

"No problem. I should've sent the second scout first. He looked everywhere the first scout didn't. Reported in within half a day of arriving, that he found what we were looking for."

"Thanks Carth."

"Yeah. So... how is Griffin still alive?"

"Come, old friend. I'll explain on the way to his room."

Three minutes later...

"I know what Griffin has done over the past month is wrong, but he was a Sith. When they're redeemed, they either join the Jedi, or send themselves into exile. We don't put them in prison, for the rest of their lives, because there's always the chance they could do extreme good, in their time. And Griffin's already done that."

"I know Rev. There really is no need to worry. Look at you. You saved the Republic from the Mandalorians, then nearly conquered it, as Darth Revan, and then saved it again, from your own followers. Moral of the story, in the end, you were forgiven, you're free, and well, look at your position in the Order. I don't want to write off what Griffin has done, but the fact that he saved his brother's life, as well as yours, he'll easily be forgiven. You were forgiven for what you'd done, and what Griffin has done pales in comparison. He has nothing to worry about."

"You're making sense." Revan extended his hand. "Thank you Carth." The Admiral took it, and then they wrapped their other arms around each other.

"It's no problem Revan." They let go of each other. "Tell Griffin I said hello." He said, as he started leaving.

"Griffin's room is right at the end of this hallway." Mical stated.

"Let's go."

"Ah, Master Marek," Dr. Kapp started. "right on time. We're ready to get the surgery started."

"Hold off for a moment," Revan started. "I've got a welcome home present, for Griffin."

"Make it quick. I don't think he wants to wait too long, to get this over with."

"Neither do I. It won't take long." The three men walked into the room, seeing Griffin completely dressed in the required attire for surgery. "Hey Griffin," Revan started. "I have a present for you." Revan handed the young man the metal box. Griffin pressed the button, and the box opened up, revealing his three lightsabers.

"Unbelievable," Griffin started. "Three years in rubble, and they're all still intact. Wonder if they still work." Everyone stood back. Griffin started with the doublesaber. He powered on one side, then the other, then turned both off, at the same time. "Didn't think this one would work." He then turned on, successfully, both his green, and yellow lightsabers. "They're all pretty lightweight."

"I'm not surprised you said that. You do look like you've become a lot more physically strong, the past three years."

"I'll need to reconstruct them, with heavier metal, if I want to be able to keep control of them."

"You can do that later," The doctor interrupted. "time for the surgery. Revan, Jolee, Mical, I'm gonna need you to get dressed in those outfits, on that chair right there. Cariana, Darius, Justin, you three are going to need to head to the waiting room."

Cariana gave her husband a kiss. "It'll be over before you know it." He said. She smiled, and nodded her head. His brothers than gave him a hug. "I'll see you guys soon." They patted him on the chest, and the three left the room. Revan, and the other two Jedi get dressed up.

"I'm gonna flip this switch, and that'll spray a Kolto mist in the room." The Doctor stated. "This will help keep your skin, and muscles stable, when we start taking off the metal. The Jedi's healing abilities will help to keep your remaining natural skin intact. And as previously mentioned, they'll also insure you don't bleed out." A few nurses entered the room. "Alright, the Jedi are ready, the nurses are ready, I'm ready, are you ready, Griffin?"

"Knock me out doc, let's get this over with." Griffin calmly stated.

"Lie back, young man."

Griffin laid back. A nurse stepped forward, with the anesthesia needle. "Deep breath." The needle was like a little sting. The fluids then pumped in, and Griffin passed out in a few seconds. Surgery started at 10:30, Galactic Standard (G.S) time.

11:45 G.S Time...

"Nurse," Dr. Kapp started. "Is the machine ready to go, yet?"

"Its all warmed up, doctor." The Nurse responds.

"Jedi, stand close to me. Once this machine starts to pry the metal off the young man's arm, that's when you'll really need to focus, so he doesn't bleed out." All three took their place, behind him. "This machine will cut a path through the metal, and also weaken it, so we can ease what's left after, out, without damaging the remaining natural skin. When I give you three the queue, concentrate." The doctor pushed the specialized saw blade into the metal on his patients arm, and slowly pushed it down the metal. He had to yell, to give the queue. "JEDI, CONCENTRATE!" They upped the pulse of their healing efforts, right as the blood started to flow from under the broken metal. This process was complete in exactly fifteen minutes, and the bleeding was also under complete control.

13:00 G.S Time...

"That's all the metal." The doctor stated.

"Those bones look absolutely terrible." Revan observed.

"They look worse than they are. The X-ray's show that the artificial skin will adapt well with the natural skin."

"Not perfectly, doctor?" Mical asked.

"The medical advancements on this are not perfect. If something like this were to happen to someone in the future, then the adaptation might be perfect. But right now, we will unfortunately have to settle with good enough."

"I don't think it will bother Griffin that much." Revan stated.

"Nurse, is the machine ready?" The doctor asked.

"It's ready to go doctor."

"Get it in position." The nurse rolled the machine over, next to the bed.

"Thank you for your assistance Jedi. If you could, please tell this young man's family that he is no longer in risk?"

"What all is left to do, doc?" Revan asked.

"It's simple, his arm is placed into the machine, and starting at the elbow, carrying on to the forearm, wrist, and finishing at the hand, we load the chemicals into the machine, part by part. After that, we let the machine finish creating the skin, a process which will be completed after visiting hours are up. Unfortunately, that means that the boy's family, the three of you as well, are going to have to wait until tomorrow to see him."

"We'll let them know."

"We'll see you tomorrow, Jedi."

"Call on us if anything goes wrong."

16:17 G.S Time...

"That's all the formula loaded," Dr. Kapp started. "We've done all else we needed to. Now we just leave him be, and let the machine finish it's job." The doctor and his nurses walked out of their patient's room. The doctor asked his assistant to do routine checks on Griffin, to ensure the machine works as it is supposed to, and then went about the rest of what remained of his work day.

23:55 G.S Time...

The assigned nurse went in to power down the machine, as it had finished applying all of the artificial skin. The nurse jumped when she heard a voice. "What's this machine for?" The patient asked.

"Um... It helps to apply the artificial skin, to your arm. Has the anesthesia not worn off? How are you not acknowledging what you're feeling?"

"It's worn off. Unfortunately, I've dealt with constant pain, for the past three years. At this point, I feel it, but I'm incapable of acknowledging it, no matter how bad it is. The doctor could've said to hell with standard-procedure, and not used anesthesia at all, and since I'm not squeamish, I could've been awake for the whole thing, and not been bothered by one part it."

"The crazy part is, I actually believe you."

"That surprises me a bit."

"Get some rest Mr. Walker. You'll need it, for when your family comes to see you, tomorrow."

The young Jedi nods his head, then doses off.

The next morning...

Cariana woke up at 9:02, and waited for half an hour, before heading to the hospital, when she got impatient for her brothers-in-law to wake their asses up. She knew how to make herself fall asleep, but knew that they had trouble sleeping, when they got excited about something that would happen the next day. She left a note behind, to let them know. Besides, she wanted more alone time with her husband. She walked up to the receptionist, knowing that he'd have been moved out of the surgery wing, by now, and asked her where Griffin was located. She got his room number, and headed to the elevator. Fourth room in the left hallway, just like she said. She walked into his room, and was amazed by the results of the surgery. Though his right arm was scarred, to her, he looked exactly like he did less than half a year ago. Plus a perfect stubble. She smiled, and rubbed his chest. It took him seconds to grab her hand, and bring it to his lips. "I was more resting my eyes, than sleeping." He said. She smiled again, leaned in, and gave him a kiss. She pulled up a chair, and took a seat.

"How are you feeling, baby?" She asked him.

"All things considered, I'm alright. This new skin feels like it's natural. It's obviously not, but still," Griffin moved his right arm around. "This is ridiculous."

"What do you want to do, once you're released from the hospital?"

"Find out where Nimas is..." He let out a hard sigh. "tell him I'm sorry, hope he forgives me."

"Forgive you?"

"You'll see. It's... it's not good."

"Whatever it is you did, the two of you are like brothers. Brothers fight, but they make up, forgive and forget. Darius and Justin taught me that."

Griffin laughed. Cariana smiled. "Spent time around my brothers, did you?"

"I still considered them family, even after everyone though you were dead. I invited them to move in, with me, when they were struggling financially."

"Thanks for helping my brothers, when they needed you, babe."

She smiled. "Yeah." Griffin made a hand signal, and Cariana leaned in, and they kissed. "Jolee's coming." Cariana said, as they parted. "And he's bringing someone you need to meet."

"How long till he gets here?"

"Considering who he's bringing, Revan's made sure he'll wake up. He'll be here soon."

"Since you mentioned them, where are my brothers?"

"They wouldn't wake their asses up soon enough," Griffin laughs. "So I left without them. Left a note behind, so that they knew."

Griffin looked outside his room, and saw a nurse walk by. "Excuse me, Nurse." She stopped in her tracks, and walked into the room. "Is there a Twi'lek patient in here, named Nimas Borde?"

"Dr. Kapp said something about your master predicting you may ask that." She started. "Your master says that your Jedi friend being treated at the Jedi Temple."

"Okay. Thank you."

The Nurse smiled, then walked out. Cariana opened up her communicator, receiving a message. She smiled. "Jolee's here. He wants me to meet him, and your surprise, down in the lobby. Set your bed up, to forty-five degrees."

"Okay."

"I'll be back." She hurried out of the room, as Griffin started to tilt the bed up, with his remote. While waiting, Dr. Kapp knocked on the door. "Checking up on me, doc?" Griffin asked.

"Just wanted to check up on you. You'll be cleared to leave in two days time."

Griffin nodded his head. "Thanks doc."

"Is there anything you need, right now?"

"Just some privacy. My wife is bringing something up."

"Let me know if you need something, young man." The doctor headed out. Griffin waited for another two minutes, then heard his wife knock on the door. "Baby, I have someone you need to meet." She stated, then walked the rest of the way in. She was carrying a two year old, brown haired boy, who had his father's nose, and his mother's blue eyes. And Griffin quickly realized something, this boy looked exactly like he did, at that age. He let out a shocked sound, and felt his eyes moisten. She slowly walked up to him, and spoke to the young boy. "Jeffery Walker, this is your father, Griffin Walker." She stopped inches from her husband's cot. "Griffin Walker, this is your son, Jeffery Walker. But just call him Jeff." She slowly handed the boy to his father.

"Are you my daddy?" He asked the Jedi.

Griffin slowly nodded his head. "Yes I am." The boy didn't say anything else. He just wrapped his little arms around his father's neck. Griffin could no longer hold back his tears, as he wrapped his own arms around his son, for the first time, kissing the side of his head. Cariana had tears in her own eyes, at the sight of this. She wrapped her arms around the two most important men in her life, and all three now had the knowledge that they would live together, as a family, at long last.

This chapter is becoming a bit too long, so I'm going to end it on that high note, which for this situation, I feel is appropriate. I'll be skipping ahead, to when Griffin sees Nimas, for the first time since their fight. The next chapter will also be long, and will have a minimum of two lemons. Hopefully, I'll be able to have it up, sooner than this one.