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Obi-Wan folded his hands in his lap and forced his eyes away from the slim box in the healer's hands. "Go ahead, Master Schal."

The assembled Jedi watched as the healer slid open the catch and lifted the lid. As soon as the seal was broken there was a noticeable shift in the Force currents within the room.

Inside the box lay a simple golden band of metal. Perfectly plain, the circlet gleamed dully in the light of Schal's office. One of the clasps had been detached and lay loose in the box. It seemed an unlikely object to be the focus of four members of the Jedi High Council.

Master Windu took the box from Schal's hand and inspected its contents closely.

Schal spoke into the tense silence. "The collar muffles and distorts the Force around it. When it is placed against the skin of a Force user it severs the connection entirely." He nodded towards Obi-Wan. "Padawan Kenobi can attest to its full *potential*, but I have touched the thing, as has Master Jinn,
and we can assure you that it is a profoundly unpleasant experience, physically as well as mentally. Obi-Wan wore the collar around his throat for nine years. That he survived at all could be considered remarkable, that he survived sane is almost unbelievable. It speaks volumes for his strength and tenacity."

Obi-Wan blushed faintly as the other Jedi turned to look at him, several bowing their heads in acknowledgment and support.

Mace touched the collar with a cautious finger. He recoiled from the cold pain that stabbed along his nerves. "I see what you mean Master Schal," he said dryly as he handed the collar to Yoda. "Is the physical pain related to the psychic effect?"

Schal nodded, "We believe so. It is akin to an electric shock, but we have not discovered what actually causes the pain."

Qui-Gon said softly, "Obi-Wan's throat had become numb from chin to collar bone."

Yoda held the box for a long time, staring at the collar, his eyes slitted as he probed the artifact. Finally he handed the box to Adi Gallia without comment, his eyes fixed on Obi-Wan with a look compounded of respect and sympathy. Adi's hand hovered before she too placed a finger to the collar, grimacing at
the contact before handing it on to Eeth Koth, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

As each Jedi inspected the collar Schal continued. He explained that the collar was made from an amalgam of metals, but was primarily gold, and that the Force dampening effect came from a core of crystals running through the centre of the circlet. He turned to the scientist who had been investigating the
collar, "Tethik will tell you what little we know about the crystals."

The Cerean biophysicist opened a smaller box and displayed a scattering of tiny bluish crystals. "We removed these from the collar for testing. They have properties similar to the crystals we use in our 'sabres. Individually they set up a resonance that causes a distortion in the Force. When they are placed in contact with each other the effect is magnified."

The crystals were also passed around for inspection. Qui-Gon tipped them into the palm of his hand. There was a tingling sensation, almost an itch, but no pain.

Schal met his questioning look. "We believe that the crystals may be aligned in a particular way in the collar to cause the dampening effects, although it is possible that there is something about the combination of crystals and metal."

Tethik nodded. "There are traces of an unfamiliar metal in the alloy."

Mace mused. "And Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sensed a similar disturbance at the Senate building yesterday?"

"Yes." Qui-Gon confirmed. "Obi-Wan sensed it first. It was very faint, but there was a definite warping in the Force."

"You think someone was wearing a collar?" Mace asked.

"No." Qui-Gon shook his head slowly. "On Gatharn I could sense that there was a Force adept nearby. It was muffled and elusive but there was a definite feeling of sentience. At the Reception it was more like a disturbance in the flow of the Force. There was no sense of a Force user." He turned to his
padawan, "Obi?"

Obi-Wan gestured at the collar, "When I was wearing *that* I could barely sense the Force at all. I have never felt anything similar to what I felt at the reception yesterday and here today." His hand moved and unconsciously rubbed his neck.

There was silence as they considered the information. Finally Mace said, "So it appears that there was someone wearing or carrying these crystals at the Senate building yesterday."

Schal nodded, "That's what we think." He added grimly, "And the Vendean delegate tried to arrange a meeting with Obi-Wan."

Adi Gallia frowned, "You don't think he would be foolish enough to try to kidnap Obi-Wan again?" She smiled reassuringly at the padawan. "It would be impossible. And he must know that the attempt would damage his bid for a Senate position"

Qui-Gon placed a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "The Vendeans are new to Coruscant. I sensed...attraction...to Obi-Wan rather than hostility." The hand squeezed gently, "Whatever Kadnela's motives we need to find out more about the crystals and who has them here on Coruscant."

Yoda nodded, "Learn more about this we must. Also protect our own." The little master nodded to Obi-Wan, "Safe with Qui-Gon you are, padawan."

Mace agreed, "I believe we would be wise to attend tonight's Gala. Qui-Gon said the disturbance was elusive. The more Jedi we have searching the more likely we are to find the source." He turned to Obi-Wan, "And the less likely it will be that anyone endangers Padawan Kenobi."

Obi-Wan smiled gratefully but he said, "I was wondering whether they would try to find another Force sensitive, a younger one perhaps, someone more vulnerable."

The knowledge of what Obi-Wan had been subjected to showed on each face as the possibility of a further kidnapping sank in.

Adi nodded, "That is a good point, Padawan. I will investigate whether there have been any other disappearances reported. Not all Force users become Jedi."

"And in the meantime we will attend the Gala with Master Jinn and his padawan." When the others agreed, he stood, "Good. We have felt the effects of the collar and the crystals. I'm sure Master Schal will answer any further questions that arise."

As Councillors left Qui-Gon shot a concerned look at his padawan. "How do you feel, Obi?"

Obi-Wan sighed, "I wish he'd never come to Coruscant, he makes me feel sick." He squared his shoulders. "But I want to find out what is going on. I am not going to let him destroy my new life."

The afternoon was spent in an office near Chancellor Valorum's. The Senators and Delegates had broken into small groups to discuss policy and negotiate alliances and Qui-Gon was on call to mediate any disagreements that arose.

When Obi-Wan's initial shock began to fade, his fear was replaced with anger. Anger at the treatment he had received at the Vendean's hands on Gatharn and at the delegate's behaviour here on Coruscant. He mediated on the negative emotions, feeling the icy grip of fear slowly ease and the anger fade to
fierce determination.

As the tension flowed out of him it was replaced by the warm security of his master's love and support. Obi-Wan felt the delicate link between them firm and deepen.

Qui-Gon returned from an arbitration session, to find his padawan seated in a wide lounge chair, a 'reader in one hand and a glass of juice in the other. He shed his robe and ran a caressing hand over the soft, spiky hair as he went to pour himself a drink. "Astrophysics again?"

"I wish!" Obi-wan set the 'reader down. "Master Stanell set me a batch of philosophy texts to read. I'm half way through Bran Selavec's treatise on reality and meaning."

Qui-Gon sank into the chair opposite with a wry grimace. "Heavy going. Though if I recall rightly there are some intriguing ideas amongst all that stodge."

"I suppose so," Obi-Wan conceded reluctantly, "I just wish someone had done an 'edited highlights' version." Putting down his glass he lifted his eyes and smiled into the older man's warm blue gaze. "Master, may I ask you something?"

"You may ask me anything, Padawan." Returning the smile he rebuked the young man gently, "I should hope you know that by now."

Obi-Wan grinned sheepishly, "Yes, Master. I do really but... I wanted to ask about anger. I have been meditating on how I feel about Siviti Kadnela. I understand my fear and I can let it go but the anger..." He sighed, "No matter how much I meditate I cannot release all the anger."

"Not all anger is bad, Padawan. Anger at injustice and cruelty is perfectly normal, even healthy." Qui-Gon watched the younger man ponder his words. "It is when you allow anger to overwhelm you, or to dictate your actions, that it becomes destructive. I would be concerned if you had no anger at all about the way you were treated." He asked gently, " Has Master Schal talked about this?"

"A little. He has asked whether I felt angry several times." Obi-Wan thought back on his conversations with the healer. "This is the first time I have really. Until now I was glad that I was away from the Clans but I just sort of accepted what they did as an unpleasant fact of life."

"But that doesn't alter the fact that it was a violation of your rights and of you personally." Qui-Gon reached across to lay his hand on Obi-Wan's knee. "You should talk to Master Schal about this. We can work on it too if you want. A certain amount of anger is understandable in this situation. Just don't
let it overwhelm you."

Qui-Gon moved to pour cha from the samovar on the sideboard handing the delicate porcelain cup to his padawan. "Remember you are a Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You can defend yourself." He smiled, "Besides, there with be six other Jedi at the gala tonight. You will be perfectly safe."

Obi-Wan sent a quick glance around the room as he entered at his master's side. He could sense the other Jedi among the throng of Senators and Diplomats and immediately felt them include himself and his master in a web of mutual awareness. Confident in the knowledge that he was connected to the other Jedi, Obi-Wan relaxed and reached out to sense the Force currents in the room.

Qui-Gon smiled inwardly as he felt his padawan join easily with his fellow Jedi. Although Obi-Wan remained close the lad was not fixed to his side as he had been on the previous evening. Last night the Vendean delegate had continually hovered on the edge of their vision, clearly waiting for an opportunity to approach Obi-Wan. The padawan had remained within inches of Qui-Gon all evening, clinging to their bond in an almost frantic fashion. This evening the touch was firm but calm. Qui-Gon sent a mental caress along the link and was rewarded with a surge of love and gratitude.

The disturbance in the Force was immediately evident. Qui-Gon slowly manoeuvred in the general direction of the group around the Ahselaatii Senator which included a number of aides as well as most of the small Vendean delegation.

The Senator beamed at the Jedi. "Master Jinn! You can settle a disagreement among my staff. Was Chancellor Valorum trained in the Jedi Temple?"

"To be a Jedi? No. But he has been a regular visitor since he first joined the Senate. He frequently seeks the Council's advice. And I believe Master Yoda taught him to meditate." Qui-Gon maintained the conversation while opening himself to the Force. The fluctuations were certainly strong around the group but they did not appear to be centred on Kadnela.

Obi-Wan had shifted a little closer to his master as they approached the Ahselaatii group. He felt Kadnela approach him he and, under cover of his own robes, took hold of a fold of his master's robe before turning and bowing politely to the Vendean.

"So, Oban. You are a Jedi apprentice now." The delegate's voice was low and oily. "A fine thing for a pleasure slave. And does Mater Jinn approve of your past? Or is this the Jedi way of circumventing the Republic's squeamishness about slavery?" The Vendean's eyes ran over Obi-Wan. "I don't think
much of the uniform. If you were mine I'd show you off. But how convenient to have a young apprentice all to yourself. Is he your master in all things? Does he make use of *all* your talents?"

The insinuating voice slid over Obi-Wan as the hateful words dug tiny barbs into his mind. He felt icy fingers twist his gut, sending tremors through his limbs. Suddenly his master was in his mind, warm and fierce, and a big hand took hold of the fingers that were twisted in his robe. The sense of security and affectionate approval dispersed his shame and fear.

Kadnela's voice was still slithering in his ear, "Does he prefer you mouth or your arse? But then, since you're his apprentice... his *padawan*... he can do as he pleases can't he? I'm sure he has them both."

With a firm but restrained motion Obi-Wan used the Force to edge the delegate away from him. He met the Vendean's eyes squarely. "Kadnela Ves, I don't believe my position as Qui-Gon Jinn's padawan is any concern of yours. I have made it clear that I don't wish for your company, please respect that wish." He bowed again and turned back to his master keeping a Force shield around their backs to prevented the delegate from touching them.

They remained with the Ahselaatii group for several more minutes before Qui-Gon took his leave and moved with Obi-Wan towards the other side of the room. Using the ambient noise in the room as cover Qui-Gon murmured, "You handled that very well, Obi."

"Thank you, Master. Your support was timely. My emotions might have got the better of me."

"You don't have to face the world alone, Obi. We support and protect each other, my Padawan." Qui-Gon took two glasses of wine from a server droid. Handing one to Obi-Wan he asked, "Did you sense that Kadnela was causing the disturbance?"

Obi-Wan frowned as he shook his head. "No. The disturbance was close by but I don't think it came from him."

Qui-Gon nodded, "I agree. I didn't sense anything from the Vendean." He raised an eyebrow and said drily, "...except an offensive manner."

When they compared notes next morning the Jedi who had attended the Senate function were agreed that the fluctuations in the Force came from members of the Ahselaatii mission.

Adi Gallia frowned. "The Ahselaatii have been members of the Republic for centuries. There has never been any suggestion that they use Force dampening technology or have been involved in any criminal behaviour."

Mace agreed, "And there has never been any hint of darkness."

"I don't think they were involved in Obi-Wan's capture or his subsequent slavery," Master Schal said thoughtfully. He turned to the padawan, "Did you ever encountered the Ahselaatii on Gatharn, Obi-Wan?"

The padawan shook his head. "No. I had never heard of them before yesterday."

"Ahselaa is halfway across the galaxy from Gatharn." Mace was flicking through data. "There is no mention of the Ahselaatii in the Gatharn submission for acceptance." He frowned at the screen before turning to the others. "We need to consult with the Chancellor but I think our next step should be to ask the Senator about the crystals."

Obi-Wan was startled into exclaiming, "Ask him! Just like that?"

A fleeting smile lit Mace's lips but he explained calmly, "There is every possibility that the Ahselaatii have no idea of the crystals properties. They rarely have a high midichlorian count. I don't believe there has been an Ahselaatii Jedi, or initiate, in generations."

Obi-Wan was about to say more but his master caught his eye and shook his head. "Obi believes that the relationship between them is that of patron and client rather than allies." Qui-Gon looked questioningly at his padawan.

The young man nodded, "The research I did yesterday suggests that the Vedean are not as advanced as the Ahselaatii." Obi-Wan frowned, "I just find it hard to believe that the Vendeans would have technology that is unknown to the Ahselaatii."

Master Schal tapped his finger on the lid of the box holding the slave collar. "The technology involved here isn't very complex. What interests me is why it was developed. I mean - why kidnap a Force user and then collar him so he can't use his ability?"

All eyes swivelled to Obi-Wan. Mace nodded, "That is a good point. They never took the collar off? Never wanted you to use your Force talents?"

"No." Obi-Wan shook his head. "It was never mentioned."

Qui-Gon added, "Obi didn't know he had any Force ability when I first met him. The loss of memory was almost total. And remember, wearing collar he could hardly sense the Force, much less use it."

Obi-Wan shivered at the memory and Adi smiled as Qui-Gon reached a comforting hand to his padawan. She turned to Mace, "I agree that speaking to the Ahselaatii Senator is probably our best option. I hardly thing the Vendeans will be keen to tell us they are in the habit of suppressing Force users."

Mace saw an intent look come into Qui-Gon's eyes. "What is it? You've remembered something, Qui, I know that look."

Replaying in his mind the previous day's encounter with the Vendean, Qui-Gon said slowly, "Kadnela didn't seem at all surprised to see Obi-Wan yesterday." He stared pensively at his padawan before turning back to Mace. "He assumed I had bought Obi-Wan. He congratulated me." The master's soft tone
imperfectly hid his abhorrence for the man and his assumptions. "He was only surprised that Obi had an acknowledged position and he assumed it was as my concubine. I doubt whether he realises that Obi-Wan was a padawan *before* he was a slave."

Obi-Wan returned his master's thoughtful frown. "Surely he must. If the Vendeans caused the raid when Master Temlana's died and I was captured..."

"That is assuming they know enough about the Jedi to understand the implications of a youngster travelling with an adult," Adi said slowly.

Schal nodded, "They may have thought you were Master Temlana's slave."

Qui-Gon put an arm around his padawan and hugged him briefly. "Don't worry, Obi. They are not about to allow pirates and kidnappers into the Senate."

Obi-Wan was fascinated by Councilor Windu's office. One level below the Council chamber, the space around the Jedi Temple and the height of the central tower combined to give one of the most spectacular views across city planet. The office itself was a surprise to the padawan. Mace seemed so austere and yet his office was warm and welcoming.

Qui-Gon smiled as his padawan wandered around the room, running gentle fingers along the curve of a statue or across the satiny sweep of the polished desk. Mace was explaining the history of a pair of paintings when Chancellor Valorum and the Ahselaatii Senator arrived.

With a graceful bow, Obi-Wan excused himself and went to wait in the outer office with Councilor Windu's aide. The aide was working away quietly and Obi-Wan was inspecting a huge tapestry when the outer door opened and a young woman wearing the livery of the Senate entered.

She crossed to the aide's desk. "Have they started yet?"

The aide nodded, "Ten minutes ago. I thought you were showing the delegation around the library."

With a shrug the woman sat on one of the low sofas. "So did I. But they wanted to see how the initiates are trained. Kadnela Ves asked a senior padawan to take them to the creche."

Obi-Wan's spun on his heel. Taking a deep breath he managed to ask calmly, "Did you say the Vendean delegate was in the Temple?" At the woman's affirmative, Obi-Wan forced a smile to his lips. "I think I will join them. I'm only fairly new to the Temple myself and I know Kadnela Ves from my previous...occupation." He turned to the Councilor's aide. "Please tell Master Jinn where I've gone if they finish before I get back."

Ignoring the aide's astonished expression, Obi-Wan left the room and headed for the elevators.

Somewhat to the Jedis' surprise the Ahselaatii Senator agreed readily to meet with them, displaying only a mild surprise at the request. The Senator's curiosity was evident as Mace welcomed them into his office. Once they were settled the Chancellor explained their interest in the Vendeans and the history of their application to join the Republic.

The Senator confirmed what they had learned from Obi-Wan's research, adding "We feel responsible for them. When we first encountered the Vendean they were much less technologically advanced. Some of our people feel we were wrong to allow them access to technology that they were not ready for."

Valorum nodded, "A common anxiety. We will of course, want to send a team to Vendea before we approve their application, but your opinion is valued Senator." The Chancellor gestured towards Mace. "Councillor Windu has something he wants you to look at."

Mace shook the crystals they had taken from the collar onto the desk in front of the Senator. "Yes. We wondered if you recognise these."

The Senator leaned forward and ran a finger through the tiny crystals nodding, "Yes." He looked at the Jedi with mild bewilderment. "We call them 'heart stones', but these are very small. Too small to be of much value."

Qui-Gon was watching the Senator closely. "'Heart stones'?" He could detect nothing but surprise and curiosity.

"Yes. They are highly sought after. My people have worn them for centuries." The Senator smiled. "It is only fairly recently that we realised that the legends about them had some basis in fact. They are renowned for enhancing emotions. After we joined the Republic we realised that they actually amplify the wearers connection to the Force."

"*Amplify* it!" Mace exclaimed an eyebrow raised in surprise.

The Senator nodded. "You are aware that my people have very little Force sensitivity. Well, it appears that these gems boost our receptivity, in particular to fluctuations caused by strong emotions. I choose not to wear them when I am working, but most of my people do wear them." He paused, then added, "They have deep traditional significance for us. Most families have Heart stones that have been handed down for centuries."

Valorum asked, "I have never seen them before. Are they only found on Ahselaa?"

"We exhausted most of our mines generations ago. The majority now come from one of Vendea's moons." He looked from the Chancellor to the two Jedi. "That is what this is about, isn't it?"

Mace nodded, "In a way." He placed the box containing the slave collar on the desk and opened the lid. "Have you seen this before?"

There was no mistaking the bemusement on the Senator's face. "No."

Mace said, "Those stones come from inside this collar."

The Senator frowned. "Inside? What is the point of putting gems *inside* a piece of jewellery?"

"This collar was placed around the neck of my padawan after he was kidnapped." Qui-Gon said flatly. "It is a Force dampening device."

"Force *dampening*!?" The Senator's hand flinched back from the collar an expression of distaste on his face.

Qui-Gon recounted Obi-Wan's story, ending with his encounters with the Veandean delegate over the preceding days.

The Ahselaatii's expression shifted from astonishment to horror and finally to comprehension. "You're saying that Vendeans kidnapped a padawan, killed his Master and then sold the child into slavery?"

"We don't know Senator." Mace admitted, "We only know that Siviti Kadnela recognised Obi-Wan because he had met him while he was in the hands of the Trade Clans. And that the collar contains these crystals."

Valorum suggested, "Perhaps the Senator could speak to Padawan Kenobi." He turned to Qui-Gon. "Master Jinn?"

Qui-Gon nodded. As he headed to the door he reached to Obi-Wan through the bond. A slight frown drew his eyebrows together when he realised that his padawan was not in the outer office.

Mace sensed his friend's sudden tension. "Qui-Gon? What is it?"

"I'm not sure. Nothing, I hope." Qui-Gon opened the door. He looked at the two aides seated there and asked, "Did my padawan say where he was going?"

Easily sensing the disquiet behind Qui-Gon's calm demeanour, the young knight behind the desk replied quickly. "Yes, Master Jinn. Padawan Kenobi said to tell you that he was going to join the Vendean delegation on their tour of the creche."

Qui-Gon took a moment to release his anxiety then turned to Mace who was standing in the doorway watching him. The Councillor gave a brief nod and Qui-Gon was out of the office and hurrying through the Temple corridors.

Mace turned to the politicians. "If you will excuse me I think I should go after him."

Valorum put his hand on the Councillor's shoulder and smiled a little grimly. "Don't be silly, Mace. We are coming with you."

Obi-Wan fretted as the elevator descended through the Council Tower. Logically he knew the Vendean delegate could hardly seize anyone from the heart of the Temple but he felt a compelling sense of danger. Alone in the elevator he bounced gently on the balls of his feet, releasing his tension to the Force.

As he sped along the walkway to the Initiates Tower, Obi-Wan checked his shields. While he was waiting for his Master they had been lightly linked, each aware of the other's presence but shielding their emotions. His spurt of alarm had consequently elicited no query from his Master. Now he thinned his shields a little and allowed the connection to strengthen.

A group of young initiates were exiting a classroom with their teacher as Obi-Wan entered the teaching area. With a polite bow Obi-Wan asked where the Senate delegation was.

Thanking the teaching knight, he grinned at the tiny students and headed in the direction the teacher had pointed.

The warm sense of his Master's presence flooded his mind, together with an insistent query. Relaxing into the comforting presence Obi-Wan responded with a wave of reassurance and affection.

He was drawn to an observation window by the unmistakable sense of a group working together in the Force. A dozen senior initiates were performing basic 'sabre exercises watched by their teachers and a group of non-Jedi. Standing with the audience was Siviti Kadnela and two aides. Obi-Wan was about to enter the room when he became aware of a sense of alarm and confusion coming from further down the corridor. Hesitating for a second Obi-Wan went to seek the source of the disturbance.

The corridor ended with a closed door. Obi-Wan placed a hand on the dark wood. The turbulent emotions flooded his mind, a chaos of alarm and confusion with a single point of pleased satisfaction. Obi-Wan could sense a Jedi, but the other presences had weak Force signatures, jumbled and untrained.

Taking a deep breath Obi-Wan pushed open the door. A group of children were clutching at a padawan who was herding them as far as possible from the tall man he was confronting.

Recognising the tall man as a member of the Vendean delegation Obi-Wan stepped through the door saying, "Ah, there you are Padawan. I've been looking for you." He smiled at the children, "I've been looking for all of you, come along now." He urged the children back through the door before the Vendean could react. Pushing them into the corridor with a gentle Force nudge to get them moving.

"Just wait here, I won't be long." Several of the youngsters were crying and all looked scared. Sending a wave of comfort and safety to them he murmured, "Shh, it will be all right."

As he returned through the door he felt the other padawan's Force signature suddenly fade and found the teenager hunched on the floor, his hands clasping his throat.

The Vendean stood above the teenager, a nasty smile on his face. "Well, well. Two for the price of one." He signalled to an inconspicuous aircar that was heading towards the small landing pad.

Obi-Wan spared a glance at the vehicle then looked back at the Vendean. "How do you think you are going to take either of us?"

"A half trained boy and a pleasure slave," the Vendean sneered, "I don't think I'll have any trouble."

Laying a hand on the padawan's head and nudging him into unconsciousness, Obi-Wan said quietly. "Really." Aware that a pair of Temple patrol cars were also heading towards them he sent a call for assistance to his Master and ignited his lightsabre.

A flicker of doubt crossed the man's hard eyes but a shout from the driver of the aircar steadied his determination. "I don't want to damage a valuable slave, but I will if I have too. Nothing that can't be repaired of course."

Focussed entirely on the man before him Obi-Wan raised his 'sabre against a real adversary for the first time since his kidnapping. The aircar driver drew a blaster and sent a bolt of fire across the observation deck. Deflecting the blast with a graceful sweep of his 'sabre, Obi-Wan placed himself so he was shielding the padawan at his feet.

With a growl the Vendean moved to rush his opponent only to be caught in a vice-like Force grip.

As he approached the creche a spike of anxiety leaked through the bond and he felt Obi-Wan trying to damp his anger. Sensing he was close to his padawan Qui-Gon slowed to a steady jog, checking each room as he passed. In a large classroom Qui-Gon saw a group of older initiates performing katas watched by a small group of non-Jedi adults and children. Among the audience were the Vandean delegate and his aides.

But there was no sign of Obi-Wan.

Following the bond, Qui-Gon headed towards the end of the corridor where a door opened onto a small landing pad and observation deck. With growing disquiet the Jedi master sped along the silent hallway.

At the end of the corridor a small group of children were huddled together. The master squatted in front of the group. Exuding calm he gently touched each child, talking softly as he asked whether they had seen Obi-Wan. Nodding earnestly they pointed towards the door and one girl whispered, "There's a bad man out there."

Qui-Gon smoothed her dark hair, "Then I'd better go and rescue my padawan."

"And Padawan Nic."

"Rescue him too."

"I will." Qui-Gon assured them. "Now go back to the class room..." A clamour of protesting voices interrupted him. He soothed the children, "All right. You can wait here if you like. Stay together." There was a tug through the bond and the overpowering sense that his padawan needed him. With a rather hasty surge of reassurance to the children he stood and opened the door.

His eyes went first to Obi-Wan. The young man was standing protectively over a younger padawan who was slumped to the ground, a Force inhibiting collar around his neck. Facing the two young Jedi was a tall, solid Vendean. Qui-Gon's gaze was fixed on his padawan and the Vendean but he heard the hiss and scrape of an aircar settling on the adjoining landing pad.

With a surge of proud approval the master saw that Obi-Wan was calm and confident. While focussed primarily on the man before him, his padawan was also keeping contact with the unconscious padawan and with the threat from the landing pad.

Qui-Gon moved to flank the Vendean. He watched as Obi-Wan's 'sabre flashed almost casually to deflect the blaster fire; he saw the expression on the Vendean's face change from certainty to anger and noted the shifting in the big man's muscles as he prepared to attack the padawan.

Qui-Gon sensed the hint of hesitation as Obi-Wan realised he would have to use his 'sabre against a living being. Raising his hand, the master seized the Vendean in a Force hold, freezing him where he stood.

Obi-Wan's breathed a huge sigh as he deactivated his 'sabre. Turning towards his master, his heart in his eyes, he poured relief and gratitude through the bond. Another sigh escaped him as his master's hand gripped his shoulder.

"Well done, Padawan." Qui-Gon nodded his approval. "But next time, let me know when you are going into danger," he rebuked gently.

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan's eyes were downcast.

"It's all right, Padawan. You saved this padawan and possibly the children." Qui-Gon smiled. "We haven't talked about how to react to unexpected situations. An oversight on my behalf."

"Master Jinn." Two Temple security staff were leading away the aircar driver while another pair headed towards them. "We will take care of this gentleman now."

The second knight pointed to Padawan Nic. "Should we call the healers?"

"I put him to sleep," Obi-Wan said. "He should be all right once we get the collar off him."

Qui-Gon put his hand out to the Vendean, "The key please."

With something like a snarl the Vendean dropped a small piece of metal into the master's hand. "I am part of the Vendean delegation. I have diplomatic immunity."

The security knights turned questioning eyes to Qui-Gon. "Chancellor Valorum is with Councillor Windu. I think you will find that they are in the corridor behind us."

When the would-be kidnapper had been taken into custody and the rest of the Vendean delegation led off by Chancellor Valorum and the Ahselaatii Senator, Mace turned to Obi-Wan. "Nice work, Padawan." He met Qui-Gon's eyes with a wry smile. "I won't comment on the folly of dashing off without telling your master, I'm sure he will have something to say to you himself."

"Yes, Councillor." Obi-Wan voice was meek but he met Master Windu's gaze squarely.

"Take him home, Qui-Gon. I'll let you know when we need you to testify." Mace patted Obi-Wan's shoulder. He turned to greet Master Schal and bent to speak with the children as the Healer knelt beside the unconscious padawan..

"Come, Padawan. I think we can leave them in Master Schal's capable hands." Qui-Gon handed the key to Mace and watched with a smile as Obi-Wan said good bye to the youngsters.

They made the journey to their quarters in silence. As soon as they were in the rooms Obi-Wan dropped to one knee. "I'm sorry, Master, but I had to do it."

Qui-Gon drew the young man to his feet and pulled him into a fierce hug. "I understand, Obi. But next time you feel the need to rush to someone's aid, let me know."

"I didn't want to interrupt." Obi-Wan returned the hug. "And I didn't think they would actually try to kidnap someone from inside the Temple."

"Well, you have learned two things today, Padawan. Firstly, never head into the unknown without letting someone know, me for preference. And secondly, never underestimate your foe." Qui-Gon tossed his robe onto a chair. "We work together, Obi. Always." He took Obi-Wan's face in his hands. "Besides, I was worried."

"About me?" Obi-Wan's expression was a mixture of indignation and shy pleasure.

"About you, my Padawan." Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's forehead. "Even Jedi Masters worry." He bent a little more and lightly kissed the young man's lips. "Especially when someone we care about may be in danger." His mouth descended again and pressed a little harder, his tongue lapping gently as Obi-Wan's mouth opened. "Fortunately you are able to take care of yourself." Holding Obi-Wan close, one hand at the small of his padawan's back and the other behind his head, Qui-Gon kissed the young man long and hard. "But you don't have to do it alone. You never have to do it alone."

The warm mouth and soft, husky voice drained the last of Obi-Wan's tension and he returned the kiss, pressing his mouth to Qui-Gon's throat as the master spoke. Obi-Wan squirmed against the taller man, arching as a firm hand cupped his buttock. A second hand slid down supporting Obi-Wan as he wrapped his legs around his master's hips.

Qui-Gon nuzzled into the soft skin of Obi-Wan's neck. "When I saw the padawan on the floor, wearing the collar, for a moment I saw you." Suddenly Qui-Gon's mouth was on Obi-Wan's again. This time the kiss was fiercely possessive.

Obi-Wan shivered in delight as his master's big, capable hands tore at his clothing baring his skin to their avid touch. Two steps reached the sofa and Obi-Wan was almost thrown down. He sprawled where he landed looking up at his master with hungry eyes.

Pausing only to divest himself of his belt and sash, Qui-Gon fell on Obi-Wan, his hands covering every inch of flesh as his mouth worked its way down the sleek torso. With a soft growl he swallowed Obi-Wan's penis, licking and sucking until he had his lover squirming in rapture. Gathering his padawan's seed in his hands he pushed aside his clothing and anointed his own erection, pressing a searing kiss to Obi-Wan's belly before he lifted the young man's hips and slid easily into the welcoming warmth.

Obi-Wan lay back as the wake of his orgasm washed over him, his eyes drinking in the sight of his master lost in passion. As he watched his lover tense, their eyes met and Obi-Wan ran his hand down the older man's chest. Making a long sweeping circuit he ran his fingers over the ripples of muscle and bone, returning to Qui-Gon's shoulder. Lifting his other arm he tugged his master's head down until he could take hold of his mouth.

With a hoarse gasp Qui-Gon thrust a final time and collapsed onto Obi-Wan, his head heavy on the young man's shoulder. They lay together, hands stroking sweat damp skin, lips pressed wherever they could reach.

As the cool air in the apartment began to chill heated flesh, Qui-Gon pushed himself up. He took Obi-Wan's hand in his and said seriously, "I love you Obi." He pressed a firm kiss into the smaller palm. "I love you Obi-Wan ...Oban ... padawan..." Punctuating each name with a gentle kiss, he finished with a slow, sweet kiss to his delighted padawan's lips, "...beloved."

Eyes shining, Obi-Wan returned the embrace. "I love you Master." His head dipped and then he met his master's midnight blue gaze, "Beloved..." and with a faint blush whispered, "Qui-Gon."

A huge grin spread across Qui-Gon's face to be replaced by a tender smile as the flush on his padawan's cheeks deepened to a rosy glow and young man hid his face in Qui-Gon's shoulder. "I have wanted to hear you say that for so long."

Trying to regain his composure, Obi-Wan said, "It didn't seem right. First I was your slave and now I am your padawan. Always you are my master."

Qui-Gon stood and pulled Obi-Wan up after him. "Never my slave, Obi. *Never*!"

Obi-Wan met his master's earnest gaze. "It is all right, Master. When I was Oban..."

"Never." Qui-Gon interrupted. "Not even when they led you into the banqueting hall and I first saw you kneeling at my feet. Not when the Trader gave you to me. Never my slave." Qui-Gon held Obi-Wan's face between his hands. "You were always a Jedi."

"I am your slave always." Sea blue eyes shone mischievously into indigo.

"Padawan!" Qui-Gon growled.

"Yes, Master?" Teasing, Obi-Wan twisted out of his grasp and headed for the bedroom. As he disappeared into the other room he called back, "Your Jedi pleasure slave awaits, Master."

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