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The next morning they were free to follow their normal routine while the Council and the Senate decided what to do about the situation with the Vendeans. Master Schal sent a message to defer their daily appointment while he worked with the young padawan Obi-Wan had saved, so after morning meditation and firstmeal they spent an hour on Obi-Wan's language studies before heading for the practice room.

Obi-Wan was unsettled by his confrontation with the Vendean, his movements tentative and his grasp of the Force a little frantic. After their opening exercises, Qui- Gon pushed the sparring until the younger man was answering him move for move and flowing easily in the Force.

After almost two hours the master deactivated his 'sabre and bowed to his padawan before gathering him in a quick hug. "Good work, Obi."

Obi-Wan clipped his 'sabre hilt to his belt and returned the bow and the hug. "Thank you, Master. I needed that." He hesitated, "Yesterday, when I drew my 'sabre I was afraid."

"I know, Obi. It was the first time you faced a real opponent." Qui-Gon laid a hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "But you did your job even though you were afraid. We will work further on this." As they gathered their tunics Qui-Gon asked, "Do you want to use the showers here or back in our rooms?"

"I'd rather go home," Obi-Wan was wiping himself down with his towel but he stopped and looked at his master, "If that's all right, Master."

Obi-Wan's voice was diffident and Qui-Gon smiled at him. "Of course it is. It just occurred to me that we could use the communal showers." As he picked up his own towel, Qui-Gon monitored his padawan's response. He had been shielding Obi-Wan from casual contact with other Jedi since they returned to the Temple - sooner or later that would have to stop.

A distant look came into Obi-Wan's eyes. "I had forgotten about the communal showers, we used to use them when I was small." He pulled on his tunic and looked up at his master. "I suppose it would make sense to shower before we got dressed."

Qui-Gon nodded, "But not today. Come along, Padawan. I don't know about you but I'm hungry."

"Yes, Master."

When they had returned to their quarters Qui-Gon sent Obi-Wan to shower first and sat at the desk to check his messages. There was one from Master Schal rescheduling their session for that evening and one from Mace requiring their presence that afternoon at the investigation into the previous day's kidnapping attempt.

The muted sound of running water coming from the shower was relaxing and Qui-Gon sat for a moment absorbing the emotions emanating from his padawan. The young man took a sensual delight in hot water and the bond was filled with simple pleasure and tired satisfaction.

Qui-Gon smiled as he hung up his robe and went to collect fresh clothing. They shared a delight in simple pleasures; hot showers, baths, morning sunshine, fresh baked bread, a gentle touch. It would be all too easy to wallow in that delight, but they also shared a dedication to duty. While Qui-Gon had been concerned that Obi-Wan rushed into a potentially dangerous situation without letting him know, he was pleased at the evidence of his padawan's instinct to protect. He was also pleased that the lad retained his poise in his first encounter with a flesh and blood opponent.

Obi-Wan emerged with a towel wrapped around his hips and headed for his room. "It's all yours, Master."

"Thank you, Padawan. I trust you left me some hot water." Qui-Gon smiled at the easy laughter that followed him into the shower. He washed himself quickly then stood under the spray letting the warm, gentle massage ease the slight tiredness from his muscles.

Schal's message had indicated that he wanted to see the Master as well as the Padawan and Qui-Gon replayed the past days in his mind. Obi-Wan had certainly reacted strongly to the Vendean's appearance at the Senate but after his initial shock he was handling the situation well. If he tended to cling to his master, well, that was only natural under the circumstances.

Qui-Gon was under no illusions that Obi-Wan had completely adjusted to his new life. Certainly the lad had recovered most of the skills he'd had before he was kidnapped, but the majority of his memories remained stubbornly lost to him. He was also a bright and dedicated student; Master Stanell was delighted with his progress and expected him to catch up with his yearmates in time. But Qui-Gon could not help but feel that Obi-Wan was unnaturally reliant on his master for a padawan of his age and that their relationship encouraged that reliance.

As he turned off the water and reached for a towel, Qui- Gon recalled earlier conversations with the healer. He sighed as he worked a comb through his hair. Schal had allayed most of his fears but Qui-Gon was still uneasy; Obi- Wan's devotion made him feel almost guilty. He loved Obi- Wan passionately but he worried that his devotion would impede his padawan's progress towards independence. Releasing his concerns for the present, Qui-Gon pulled on his tunic and went to join Obi-Wan for noonmeal.

The investigation was held in a conference room several levels below the Council Chamber. The room had been set up so that four Jedi Councillors and four members of the Senate were seated in a wide semi-circle facing a table and a group of chairs. A central place was left for Chancellor Valorum.

Obi-Wan stood with his master to the left of the Councillors. Beside them was Master Schal and the young padawan who had been the victim of the attack.

The teenager bowed formally and said, "I didn't get a chance to thank you yesterday, Padawan Kenobi. I'm Bernic Fel and this is Master Torgey." He raised solemn eyes to Obi-Wan and smiled shyly before he turned and bowed to Qui-Gon. "Thank you, Master Jinn."

Qui-Gon returned the bow and the smile, "It was our pleasure, Padawan Fel," and turned to greet Master Torgey.

Obi-Wan smiled at Bernic and asked quietly, "How do you feel? Is your neck all right?"

Bernic nodded, "It still aches a bit." He hesitated then asked, "Is it true that you had to wear one of those collars for nine years?"

Obi-Wan nodded.

"How...?" Bernic swallowed and whispered, "Didn't it hurt?"

"Yes, at first it did, but after a while my neck went numb."

"But the Force? How could you stand not being able to feel it?"

Master Torgey put his hand on his padawan's shoulder. "Padawan Kenobi was injured when he was captured." The master bowed formally to Obi-Wan, "I must also thank you, Padawan Kenobi, your quick action saved my padawan from an unpleasant fate."

Obi-Wan blushed and stammered a reply, glad that the arrival of the rest of the participants caused a distraction.

Chancellor Valorum smiled at Obi-Wan and his master as he took his seat beside Yoda. He was followed by Senators from Alderaan, Chalacta, and Kashyyyk, then the Ahselaatii Senator and a group of aides. Behind them came the would-be kidnapper, flanked by Senate guards. Siviti Kadnela and the rest of Vendean delegation settled into the chairs and another small group of guards took their places at the entrance to the room and behind the Senators and Councillors.

Obi-Wan felt Kadnela's gaze settle on him and he glanced across at the Vendean, keeping his face perfectly calm. He moved back until his hand brushed against his master's robe and he could feel the warmth from the big body. A query came through the link and Obi-Wan looked up into his master's warm gaze, smiling slightly at the concern he saw in the blue eyes. Calmed by the affection he felt through the bond and the warm surety of the man beside him, Obi- Wan turned his attention back to the room at large.

The Vendean who had attempted to kidnap the padawan was standing before the panel of Senators and Jedi. Chancellor Valorum looked at the 'reader in his hand and said, "Daveni Welmari, you are accused of attempting to kidnap Jedi Padawan Bernic Fel. What say you?"

The Vendean stared coldly at the Chancellor and shrugged, "It was worth a try."

Startled murmurs rippled around the room as the Senators turned to each other. The Wookie growled and Valorum tapped the desk in front of him. "You admit that you intended to take Padawan Fel off planet? And that you collared him with a Force dampening device?"

"He's not much use if we can't control him." Welmari raised his eyebrows and smiled, "There is a big market for Force sensitives, especially if they are trained."

Anger and disgust surged through Obi-Wan. He took a step forward and was stopped by his master's hand on his shoulder. As he made himself relax he sensed his emotions mirrored by the other Jedi in the room and, to a lesser extent, by the Senators and the aides. Kadnela was watching him with a bland expression but his eyes gleamed and Obi-Wan could feel his smug satisfaction.

Qui-Gon's hand tightened on Obi-Wan's shoulder and the master murmured, "Relax, Padawan."

Yoda asked, "Who is your buyer?"

"One of the Trade Clans usually, they have the network set up, although a private buyer would pay more." Welmari shrugged again, "It was a spur of the moment thing really."

"Who were you working with?" Valorum asked.

"No one." Welmari was disinterested. "As I said, it was just something that happened."

Valorum leaned towards Yoda and conferred quietly, then he sat up and said, "Siviti Kadnela, please stand."

The Vendean Delegate stood and bowed his head to the Chancellor. "How may I assist, Chancellor?"

"Were you aware of your aides activities?"

"No."

"But you have contacts with the Trade Clans?" Mace asked.

Kadnela nodded, "My business associates sell to the Clans."

Mace continued, "What precisely do you sell?"

"Pharmaceuticals mostly and luxury items; gems, foodstuffs, liqueurs, fine fabric - that sort of thing."

"Slaves?" Valorum asked.

"No! No, not slaves." Kadnela exclaimed.

Valorum met Mace Windu's eyes and the Jedi asked, "But you are aware that the Trade Clans *do* trade in slaves?"

"Of course. They make no secret of it."

And you accepted their hospitality." When the Vendean agreed Mace added, "Including making use of the slaves?"

Kadnela looked at the floor, "I'm not proud of it, but... yes, I did."

"You were not involved in Welmari's attempt on Padawan Fel?" Chancellor Valorum persisted.

"No."

Once again the Chancellor conferred with Yoda. "Very well." He turned to face the room, "Daveni Welmari, you are to be held in custody until a Senate legal committee is convened when you will be charged with kidnapping and slave trading. Siviti Kadnela, you are required to remain in the Senate compound until the trial." Valorum paused and nodded to the Jedi Councillors, "The trial will be monitored by the Jedi High Council and all participants will be subject to their scan."

The Vendean Delegate had moved to resume his seat but at this he turned back to the Chancellor. "What do you mean - scan?"

Valorum raised his hands, "Simply that the Councillors will be scanning the participants to ascertain whether they are speaking the truth. It is also possible that the legal committee would approve a probe."

"Are they doing that now?" Kadnela asked.

"No." Yoda answered, "Never probe a being without advising them we would."

Qui-Gon gave a quiet snort. Obi-Wan looked up, a question in his eyes and Qui-Gon shook his head, "Not now, Padawan."

Kadnela looked at Welmari and then faced the Chancellor. "Daveni has admitted his guilt. What further need is there for a trial?"

Valorum said calmly, "It is clear that he was not working alone. It is also clear that someone is selling Force sensitive beings into slavery. These issues need to be investigated."

"But if it is outside Republic space, what concern is it of yours?" Kadnela demanded.

Valorum's expression was stern, "Your people want to join the Republic. We need to be certain that they are not involved in slavery in any form and that they do not tacitly allow slavery to occur within their bounds or by their citizens."

Mace added, "In this case the kidnapping was here on Coruscant and the intended victim was a padawan, that makes it the concern of both the Senate and the High Council. And it is not the first case of a Jedi being taken. Obi-Wan Kenobi was kidnapped while on a mission with his master. His master was murdered and he was taken into slavery. This is also a Jedi matter."

Master Gallia spoke, "In both cases the Jedi taken was a juvenile." Her voice was cold and sure, "You may be certain we will ensure that this does not happen again."

Kadnela was about to respond when Welmari said, "I had nothing to do with the other raid."

"Daveni!" Kadnela hissed.

"I have never killed anyone. I'm not being framed for murder." Welmari moved to step forward but was restrained by the guards. "The government isn't involved. Private consortiums deal with the Traders, but we aren't involved in the raids. We buy our stock off the pirates."

A cacophony of voices and emotions erupted in the room. Obi-Wan moved closer to his master and took hold of a fold of his robe. "Master."

"It's all right, Obi. Strengthen your shields, screen out the exterior noise and focus on me." Qui-Gon helped him dim the clamour in his mind. Beside him he could sense that Master Torgey was also assisting his padawan with his shields. Qui-Gon placed his hand on the small of Obi-Wan's back and the padawan leaned into his touch.

Valorum was trying to gain everyone's attention without much success when the Wookie Senator stood and let out a howl. There was startled silence and Valorum smiled his thanks as the Wookie resumed her seat.

Before the Chancellor could speak, Kadnela declared, "As a Delegate to the Senate I have diplomatic immunity. I do not recognise the authority of this panel."

The Chancellor inclined his head, "Very well, you will be handed into the custody of Vendean security when they arrive with the replacement delegate." Valorum addressed the other Vendean, "Daveni Welmari you may be tried by the Senate Legal Committee or by your own courts. The choice is yours."

Siviti Kadnela stormed to the front of the room and snarled. "You hypocrites. You sit there in judgement but you allow the Jedi to do the very thing you say you abhor." He looked at the stunned expressions on the Senators faces. "Are you so blind? What are padawans if not slaves to their masters?" He flung his hand out and pointed towards Qui-Gon. "Master Jinn is standing before you with his pleasure slave at his side and you criticise us for our trade."

"You don't understand." Valorum frowned.

"Oh, don't I, Chancellor." Kadnela's hand pointed to Obi- Wan. "So Oban may leave the Jedi if he wishes?"

"Of course he may." Mace was calm. "Any padawan may leave whenever he or she choses."

"Really." The Vendean moved to stand in front of Obi-Wan. "Then come with me, Oban."

"You expect him to go back to being a slave?" Adi Gallia was incredulous.

"Why not? He's good at it. He is the best Pleasure Slave the Trade Clans ever had." Kadnela's eyes narrowed. "In fact, I question how he comes to be in Master Jinn's company. Could it be that the revered Jedi kidnapped the boy? Stole him from his rightful owner?"

Qui-Gon looked down at the Vendean and said mildly, "I met my padawan on Gatharn, a world that acknowledges Republic law. I doubt they would be pleased to have to explain why a Jedi padawan was in the hands of the Trade Clans. However, as it happens Sed Shara gifted me with Obi-Wan. Chancellor Valorum has the papers if you would care to see them."

"So he is your slave!" Kadnela pounced.

"No." Qui-Gon smiled at Obi-Wan, "As I don't acknowledge the right of a being to own another being the papers are meaningless to me - besides having no legality in the Republic."

"Then he may leave?"

"Certainly, if that is his choice."

"Come with me, Oban." The Vendean appealed, his hand held out to Obi-Wan. "Your skills are wasted here. You will never be more than an adequate Jedi. You are an exceptional Pleasure Slave."

Shaking his head, Obi-wan moved back until he was standing against his master. He reached out through the bond, his master's presence was both strength and comfort and he held onto it, pouring back his need and desire to stay.

"You wouldn't have to serve others, only me, Oban." Kadnela entreated, "Come with me."

Obi-Wan shivered and looked up at his master.

"It is your choice, Obi." Qui-Gon held his voice calm and steady, resisting the urge to clasp his padawan to him.

"Correct he is, Padawan. Always your choice, which life you lead." Yoda looked at Obi-Wan, his eyes solemn.

Obi-Wan nodded, "Yes, Master Yoda." He faced the Vendean. "I am a Jedi, Kadnela Ves. My place is here." Two large hands came to rest on his shoulders and Obi-Wan leaned back into his master's warmth.

The chancellor nodded to the guards and Welmari and a protesting Kadnela were led from the room. As the panel was preparing to disperse, one of the Vendean aides stepped forward. "May I speak, Chancellor?"

The room went quiet again. Valorum looked at the young woman. "Certainly you may speak. You are...?"

"Malo Shalvi, Chancellor. I am an administrative assistant. I just want to say that not all Vendean's are like that. We don't approve of slavery either." The girl blushed and stepped back.

The Chancellor smiled, "Thank you, Malo Shalvi. We are glad to hear that. Your Governor said much the same thing." He stood, "We will consider further when the Vendeans arrive."

Obi-Wan bowed with the other Jedi as the Senators and Councillors swept out of the room. Reaction to the tension was threatening to overwhelm him and he breathed deeply, reaching for the Force to quiet his turbulent emotion and trembling muscles.

Master Schal was speaking quietly to Padawan Fel and with a final word to Master Torgey he turned to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. Schal laid a gentle hand on Obi-Wan's forehead. "You did very well, Obi-Wan." A pulse of comfort flooded the padawan's mind as the healer drained some of the tension from him. "I will speak to you after dinner if you wish, otherwise we will have our usual session tomorrow."

"Thank you, Master Schal." Obi-Wan smiled.

"It's entirely up to you and Master Jinn, Obi." Schal looked at the other master, "It might be better if you both rest and meditate this evening."

As they headed for the door Qui-Gon said, "Thank you, Schal. We are both grateful to you."

News travelled fast in the Temple and they were greeted with support and congratulations as they walked back to their quarters. Obi-Wan was, as ever, the picture of quiet dignity as he paced beside his master, smiling at the well-wishers but allowing his master to reply for them both.

Qui-Gon could sense his padawan's turmoil and as soon as they were in their room he gathered Obi-Wan into his arms, folding his robe around him and resting his cheek on the soft tawny head that lay on his shoulder.

Determination.

He was in a dark corridor. One shoulder against the wall, the other just brushing his master's as they held off the raiders. The air was thick with smoke and the moans of the injured and dying. The light was dim and reddish and he struggled to maintain his calm and keep his hold on the training bond. Panic was bubbling just out of reach, threatening to overwhelm him. Pain! Pain lanced along the bond and was ruthlessly quashed, replaced with affection and faith and regret. Something stuck his head, stunning him, and his 'sabre was knocked from his hand. The panic climbed into his throat as cold metal closed about his neck and the darkness took him.

Nausea.

He was lying on a cold, hard surface...his head ached... there were the huddled shapes of sleeping bodies around him but only the faintest sense of their presence in the Force...he frowned. There was a low hum and a shudder in the hard surface beneath him...he tried to sit up...and faded from consciousness.

Fear.

Voices...harsh and cold...sobs...moans...rough hands probing and pushing...the slap of flesh against flesh... the thump of flesh against plasteel...the hiss of a hypospray...darkness.

Confusion.

His head hurt, his back ached, he couldn't touch the Force properly and it felt wrong... hazy...distant. His throat ached inside and out...there was a sip of tepid water, a scrap of hard bread...and the cold sting of the hypo at his throat as he faded once again.

Pain.

Silhouettes moved through the harsh glare as he squinted and tried to focus. He was on a table...restrained...naked. Voices murmured, "...dangerous to... other Jedi died fighting ...." Hard hands twisted him onto his stomach and pinned his legs apart. "Nice...soft...never had a La Toree..." Agony shot up his spin as he was opened and probed, his head pressed hard against the thin padding.

Shame.

Disgust.

The hands were gone. A new voice, soft and cold, "Get away from him."

"Yes, Nari. Sorry, Nari."

The new voice snapped, "Give me the collar." The hard, cold ache around his throat was replaced with a band of fire and even the whisper of the Force was gone.

"I'm all right." Schal whispered as he took a shaky step towards his desk. "Look to your padawan." The healer poured water into a glass and drank deeply before handing a second glass to Qui-Gon. A little steadier, Schal returned to the couch and laid his hand on the padawan's forehead, murmuring, "Gently, Obi. Come back to us."

Tremors ran through Obi-Wan and he drew a sobbing breath. "Master?" His hand tightened on Qui-Gon's and his eyes were wide with the memory of panic.

"I'm here, Padawan." Qui-Gon ran a gentle hand over Obi-Wan's hair. "It's all over. You are safe now." He eased Obi-Wan up to a sitting position and handed him the glass.

Maintaining a steady flow of reassurance, Schal pulled a chair to sit in front of the padawan. His eyes full of concern and sympathy as he carefully touched Obi-Wan's thoughts and eased the traumatic memories back from the forefront of Obi-Wan's mind.

The tension eased slightly from the young man's shoulders and he said shakily, "I didn't know...didn't remember..."

"I know." Schal said sadly, "I'm sorry that you had to remember. You have done very well, Obi." A soft chime sounded from the desk, Schal ignored it but it continued to sound. He frowned. "Excuse me."

As the healer reached for the comm set, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan against him, stroking his hair soothingly. "Are you all right, Obi?"

Obi-Wan relaxed against his master, closing his eyes as he soaked up the warm flood of comfort and affection. He said softly, "Yes, Master."

Schal looked up at the two men, gauging their emotional state before he said, "That was Councillor Windu. They want a report on Obi-Wan's capture."

"No." Obi-Wan flung out a hand as though pushing away something noxious.

"No." Schal agreed. "Not yet anyway. I have advised them that you require time to recover." He met Obi- Wan's gaze. "I'll report to them. If they need to speak to you they will have to wait." He smiled faintly. "After all, I experienced your memories as well."

"I'm sorry." Obi-Wan whispered.

Schal leaned forward and patted Obi-Wan's knee, "Nothing to apologise for, Obi-Wan. I am only glad I can help you."

Not entirely sure that what he had experienced could be classified as help, Obi-Wan only nodded as the healer stood and said to Qui-Gon, "Take him home, Qui. I prescribe rest and food - and meditation if you both feel up to it."

Qui-Gon also stood and helped Obi-Wan off the couch. "Thank you, Schal. Let us know what the Council thinks."

Once in their rooms Qui-Gon pushed Obi-Wan gently onto the sofa. "Would you like something to drink?" There was no reply. "Obi?"

Dragging himself out of the bleak memories, Obi- Wan shivered and nodded.

Qui-Gon went to boil water, returning minutes later with two big mugs of spiced cha. Obi-Wan was sitting in the centre of the sofa, his back straight and his hands folded in his lap. The pose was formal but it belied the underlying chaos of Obi-Wan's emotions. As Qui-Gon set the mugs on the table he allowed his padawan's aura to surround him and he sorted through the strands of pain and fear.

"Obi." Qui-Gon sat beside the padawan and placed a mug in his hands. "Drink this." The master carefully folded the padawan's hands around the warm mug and guided it to his lips. Obi-Wan took a hesitant sip, then drank more deeply while Qui-Gon steadied the mug moving his other hand to Obi-Wan's back, rubbing soothing circles between the tense shoulders.

Obi-Wan sat silently drinking the cha. After several minutes the tension eased a little and Qui-Gon picked up his own mug watching his padawan closely as he sipped the hot, spicy brew. Obi-Wan had gone through so much and dealt with it all so well. It broke Qui-Gon's heart to see these memories flung at the young man, to see him have to relive the anguish and horror of his capture.

When he had finished the drink, Obi-Wan sat with the empty mug in his hands, staring into space. He didn't know what to do. While he had been a pleasure slave his life had seemed to be the normal way of things. He didn't especially like what he had to do but he was friendly with the servants and the guards, and he knew that their lives were not ideal either - at least he had a warm, comfortable bed and plenty to eat and drink. And besides, it was all he knew - all he remembered was the harem and the Trade Clans. Now he had ugly memories of the capture and he was flooded with shame and disgust at what had happened to him.

He could feel his master's hands on his back and the warmth of his love and concern but it seemed dreamlike - something that was happening to the Jedi padawan not to the slave. He was hovering between the two identities - unsure who he was. His fingers clenched around the mug, tears filled his eyes and his head sank until it touched his hands.

Qui-Gon felt the spiralling confusion and dismay in his padawan. He took the mug gently from Obi-Wan's fingers and placed it beside his own on the low table. Pulling his padawan towards him he wrapped his arms around the younger man. Obi-Wan lay against him, his muscles tight and unresponsive. Pressing his lips against Obi-Wan's hair, Qui-Gon murmured, "It's all right, Obi. Relax. You're safe." He turned Obi-Wan's face towards him and bent to kiss the tears that were seeping from his closed eyes and then leaned lower to kiss the soft mouth.

With a convulsive shudder, Obi-Wan twisted his head away. He strained against his master's grasp, closing his shields and withdrawing into himself. But torment and inexperience allowed wisps of emotion to escape. It also allowed his master's affection to slip through and wind its way around his tormented psyche. Embarrassed, he tried to avoid the mental caress as he avoided the kiss, but his master held firm, physically and mentally offering support as he soothed and reassured. Obi-Wan continued to strain against the touch until he suddenly realised that amid the concern he was feeling there was a suggestion of pain. In trying to avoid his master's touch he was wounding him.

Qui-Gon held Obi-Wan close. He took hold of his padawan's head and turned it gently but inexorably back to face him. "What is it, love? What's wrong?" His fingers cupped the bright head and his thumb stroked gently over Obi-Wan's temple. "Why don't you want me to kiss you?"

The ache in his master's soft voice brought new tears to Obi-Wan's eyes. He hung his head and whispered. "I'm not clean."

Obi-Wan's normally elegant voice was bleak, and so low that Qui-Gon had to bend closer to hear him. "Padawan...?"

"Those things they did to me..." Obi-Wan shuddered. "I didn't realise. I am not worthy of you. You shouldn't..."

"Oh, for light's sake!" Qui-Gon hugged Obi-Wan closer, holding the miserable young man hard against him. "It is not your fault. Those things they did to you...they did ... to you." He opened his mind and poured his admiration and respect through the bond. "You are a Jedi. You are a survivor. You are important...you...Obi-Wan...Oban. Those things they did to you...you survived a strong, wonderful person," he took Obi-Wan's face between his hands and looked deep into the young man's eyes, "and I love you."

Staring deep into the endless blue of his master's eyes, listening to his deep, gentle voice, Obi-Wan melted into the love he was being offered. "I love you too, Master." He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching. He said hesitantly, "But now I know what they did...I can't forget."

Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's forehead. "I know you can't, Padawan. But it will get easier." He was pleased that Obi-Wan was no longer so tense and withdrawn - now the strong, slender body was lying against his in complete surrender. "You just need time to heal...these memories are so new."

A shudder ran through Obi-Wan. He lay against his master, allowing the bigger man's strength and surety to surround and support him as he consigned the vile memories to the back of his mind. He felt his master shift and then he was being picked up and carried to the bedroom. He murmured a half-hearted protest as he felt his clothes being carefully removed from his body.

"No?" Qui-Gon asked as he peeled away the inner tunic and bent to lick along Obi-Wan's collar-bone and kiss the angle between neck and shoulder. "You don't want me to do this?" He ran his hand down the centre of Obi-Wan's chest, returning to caress a nipple. "Or this?" Unfastening the waist of Obi-Wan's trousers and easing them slowly down over his hips. "You don't want me to kiss here," a warm mouth pressed against the sensitive skin of his belly, "Or here," and a tongue trailed down to flick against the damp tip of his cock.

Qui-Gon stripped the clothes from Obi-Wan's body and began to remove his own. "You are so fine, my Padawan, so strong, so vital." He ran a caressing finger from temple to lips. "Let me do this. I want to..." He was naked now and lying beside the pale, honey-gold body. "I want you to want it too," Qui-Gon whispered.

Obi-Wan was floating in the emotions that were vibrating through the Force around them. He opened his eyes and looked at his master. The older Jedi was gloriously naked beside him, his face full of love, his eyes alight with concern and sympathy. Obi-Wan raised his hand and caressed his master's face. He rubbed his palm along the soft bristles of his master's beard, fingers hovering over full lips before retreating. He whispered, "As you wish, Master."

The expressive voice was low and hesitant. Qui-Gon closed his eyes. Surely they were not back to this - that Obi-Wan could express his desires only as they affected his master. Opening his eyes he saw anxiety in Obi-Wan's, and need, and fear. Rising to kneel over the beloved body, Qui-Gon began kissing and caressing his way down his padawan's lean torso. "So beautiful, my Padawan." He murmured as he ran his lips across the satiny skin between Obi-Wan's hip-bones.

Qui-Gon moved back up to kiss Obi-Wan's mouth, ravishing it gently and thoroughly. He could sense Obi- Wan's desire but he could also feel his uncertainly. Sitting back, Qui-Gon looked down at his Padawan. Obi-Wan's eyes were closed and his arms by his sides, his fingers shifting restlessly. Qui-Gon picked up Obi-Wan's hands and raised them to his lips, pressing a kiss into each palm, "Look at me, Obi."

Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and his hands returned his master's grasp. Qui-Gon kissed one hand again and moved the other, tangling their fingers together and holding Obi-Wan's hand to his heart. He waited and smiled as his padawan's fingers slowly uncurled and pressed against his breast. Obi-Wan's hand was still as Qui-Gon ran his fingers down the padawan braid, stopping at the bead and running the feathery ends across the young man's lips.

Relaxing into the pleasure, Obi-Wan began to run his hand across his master's broad chest. He smiled a little sheepishly, whispering, "Please..."

"Oh, yes." Qui-Gon said softly as he gathered Obi-Wan in his arms and rolled until his padawan was lying on him. Placing one arm firmly around the slender waist and sliding the other lower to fondle and tease, Qui-Gon held Obi-Wan close as he began to rock and flex his hips, his breath catching as the pleasure mounted.

Obi-Wan squirmed closer, exalting in the sensual slide of skin on skin. He buried his hands in his master's hair, his head bent to claim the waiting mouth as they undulated together. The erotic tension built to a slow, luxurious climax, washing away the worst of Obi-Wan's pain as he collapsed in a happy sprawl. Nuzzling his master's neck and sighing contentedly as Qui-Gon's long limbs wrapped around him, Obi-Wan drifted to sleep.

Waking to the pale light of dawn, Obi-Wan snuggled closer to his master, who was now lying on his stomach with his arm flung over Obi-Wan's chest. Content to simply savour the joy of lying at peace with his master, Obi-Wan let himself fall into a light trance. His thoughts eventually turned to the recovered memories and he found he could view them more dispassionately - examining the new information and searching for anything that might identify his kidnappers.

When Qui-Gon woke he sensed Obi-Wan's meditation. Rolling carefully, he gently moved his padawan until the young man's head was resting on his shoulder, their legs tangled together, then he joined Obi-Wan in his meditation. To his surprise he found that Obi-Wan was replaying the events of his capture, focussing on the voices he heard - one in particular seemed to attract his attention.

There was a definite sense of achievement when the padawan roused himself and tilted his head back to smile at Qui-Gon. "Morning, Master."

"Good morning, Padawan." Qui-Gon ran a leisurely hand down the curve of Obi-Wan's spine. "What brings that gleam of satisfaction to your eyes?"

Nipping gently at his master's throat, Obi-Wan teased, "Need you ask?"

Qui-Gon growled and kissed Obi-Wan thoroughly. "Apart from that, brat."

Grinning, Obi-Wan propped himself up on his elbow. "I have been trying to decide why one of the voices I remembered seemed familiar. The one who put the collar on me...and I'm fairly certain he had an Ahselaatii accent."

"Can you show me, Obi?" Qui-Gon asked, brushing gently across Obi-Wan's thoughts.

Obi-Wan nodded and replayed the memory.

Qui-Gon considered, "I think you're right, the others sound quite different." He sat up, "That one stopped the others abusing you...he seemed to have some authority."

Obi-Wan nodded, "They called him 'Nari'- do you think that was his name?"

"Perhaps, or a title." Qui-Gon stood and wrapped a robe around himself. "We need to speak to Mace and Chancellor Valorum."

After firstmeal, Obi-Wan began searching the Temple language files for references to the words he had heard in his memory, beginning with the Ahselaatii files.

When Qui-Gon emerged from the shower, Obi-Wan was scowling at the screen, one hands flickering over the keys and the other tugging absently on his braid. Settling his outer tunic neatly across his chest and fastening his sash, Qui-Gon moved to stand behind his padawan. "No luck, Obi?"

Scrolling back, Obi-Wan pointed gestured at the screen, "I'm not sure. There is an island on Ahselaa called Lytorai - apparently named after the legend of a group who settled there centuries ago." He scratched his head, "I can't see how that could be connected to what I heard."

Qui-Gon leaned over his shoulder and tapped on the keys. "Did you try the historical files?" There was a pause then text began filling the screen and Qui-Gon read, "Lye'tori - social and professional caste; Lye'tor - member of the Lye'tori caste." He slid his finger down the text, "Artists, diplomats, scholars and aesthetes - renowned sensualists and mystics; sometimes translated as 'Soul or Heart's Flame'. Highest cultural caste; third highest social caste. First recorded reference 9,505 - Second Amtaari dynasty...caste system overthrown during the War of Lechton Raiders - 17,863."

Obi-Wan pointed lower, "There...after the caste system was overthrown the Lechton despots attempted to enslave the Lye'tori...seventy-three committed suicide rather than submit, the remainder believed to have fled to a southern island latter named Lytorai after the caste."

"It says that when the rebels were in turn overthrown, the new government tried to contact the Lye'tori without success. And that a legend grew around their memory, concubines of great beauty and charm, pacifists with mystic powers..." Qui-Gon re-read the information. "Well, Obi, I think that 'La Toree' is close enough to 'Lye'tori' - I wonder if someone is trying to revive the caste, or at least their own version of it."

Obi-Wan twisted in his chair to stare up into his master's face, "But why? And why me?"

Qui-Gon smiled down into the puzzled eyes of his padawan, "You don't consider yourself charming or beautiful?"

Obi-Wan blushed faintly, "Not really."

Tipping the young man's head back, Qui-Gon kissed him gently, "Perhaps I am partial, my padawan." He said thoughtfully, "I believe we should speak to Councillor Windu and the Chancellor," as he moved to the Comm unit.

Mace listened to them attentively, "Interesting...after Master Schal told us about your padawan's revived memories, the Ahselaatii Senator asked for time to do some investigating of his own." He met Qui-Gon's eyes with a level stare, "I'm expecting him and Chancellor Valorum presently, perhaps you would like to join us."

When they reached his office Master Windu was pouring caff. He was just handing Obi-Wan a cup as the door opened to admit Chancellor Valorum and the Senator. Pouring two more cups, Master Windu waved them to chairs saying, "We believe we may have some indication of the identity of at least one of the slavers."

The Chancellor raised a questioning eyebrow and would have spoken but the Senator leaned forward. "If I may, Chancellor, I believe I can through some light on this whole unpleasant event."

Valorum met Mace's eyes and nodded, "Please, go ahead."

The Senator took a deep breath. "When Master Schal relayed Padawan Kenobi's experiences it was clear to me that some of our...history...was coming to life. The fragments of speech that the padawan remembered contained words in Old Ahselaatii...twisted a little but still recognisable."

"Why didn't you tell us this yesterday, Senator?" Valorum asked gravely.

The Senator said simply, "I hoped that I might be wrong. No one has spoken that dialect for centuries." He rubbed his temple, "Let me explain. Before the Lechton Insurrection...almost two thousand years ago...our society had a very rigidly structured caste system under the governance a group of twelve families from whom the ruler was elected. The ruler was called the Narai - it was a term of immense respect and the position carried ultimate power in our society."

Qui-Gon met Obi-Wan's eyes, "Nari...one of your captors used that word."

The Senator continued, "One of the castes was the Lye'tori." He took a sip of caff. "They are difficult to describe; artists, diplomats, healers...they were most often referred to as companions, someone you could trust, someone you could discuss the most delicate matters with. They were essential to any negotiation as they were strictly impartial."

Valorum nodded at Mace and said, "They sound rather like Jedi."

The Senator smiled slightly, "In a way they were. They never fought except in self-defence...and they were highly respected and admired. Many rich and powerful people formed life-long relationships with them." He smiled sadly, "After the Insurrection the caste system fell into disarray. The ruling families were reduced to a handful of individuals squabbling amongst themselves ...and the Lyr'tori fled the victors who wanted to reduce them to sexual slavery."

"All of this is ancient history except that when the Lechton rebels were eventually relieved of power they in turn fled Ahselaa and formed the nucleus of the Trade Clans." The Senator rubbed a weary hand over his eyes. "There has always been a small minority who sympathise with the Traders and a desire for the 'old ways' has been twisted with that sympathy."

Qui-Gon said thoughtfully, "And the fact that they know little about the true nature of the old society doesn't stop them wanting to reconstruct their version of it. It is a common story, Senator."

The Senator sighed, "I suppose it is."

Obi-Wan said slowly, "The Lye'tori were Force sensitive weren't they?"

The Senator nodded, "We believe so."

Valorum frowned, "But this is ancient history. How does it relate to Padawan Kenobi's experience?"

The Senator almost winced, "As Master Jinn said, there are people who entirely misunderstand the past, for them 'Lye'tori' means sex slave - or at best, concubine." He turned to Obi-Wan, "I believe that Padawan Kenobi was kidnapped by pirates...but I think that the Clansman who bought him recognised his Force ability and understood the link to the Lye'tori."

The Senator squared his shoulders and turned to the Chancellor, "I regret to have to tell you that one of my heads-of-mission has gone missing."

Shay Eletha took the mug from Qui-Gon and watched his friend settle at the other end of the sofa. "Let me get this straight...the crystals that the Ahselaatii wear allow them to amplify their slight Force sense. But in the collar that Obi-Wan was wearing those same crystals acted as a Force...dampener." When Qui-Gon nodded, Shay continued, "I don't understand. Why anyone would want to kidnap someone with Force abilities and then stop them using those abilities?"

"So that they can control them while they experience the Force user's sensations and emotions." Qui-Gon sipped his cha and watched as his friend made the connection.

"That's..." Shay couldn't find the words. After a long moment he said, "So Obi was a source of stimulation..."

Qui-Gon nodded sadly, "But what else is a sex slave, after all."

"True, but...it's worse somehow. It's as though they had crippled him...blinded him...for their pleasure." Shay drained his mug and went to pour two shots of brandy. "Do the Trade Clans deal in the Ahselaatii crystals?"

"No." Qui-Gon, accepted the glass from Shay, "I don't really understand why Obi was sold to the Clans. Perhaps it was to keep him hidden. The Ahselaatii diplomat who has disappeared could hardly turn up with a slave in tow - either on Ahselaa or here on Coruscant. And the Vendeans don't condone slavery, at least not officially."

Qui-Gon shuddered when he thought of the memories that Obi-Wan had shared with him of his times with Siviti Kadnela. The man had fed on the young padawan's fear and shame even more than his unwilling arousal. But those memories were not something he was going to share, even with a close and trusted friend. "We believe that the attack was a random one and that catching Obi- Wan was pure chance."

"But they had some sort of Force suppressor with them."

"True. But there are many people who have some sort of Force ability. The collar they first put on him wasn't as effective as the one he was wearing when I found him." Qui-Gon rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I hope that we can sort it out. I think that Obi needs to know what happened and why. Since the attempted kidnapping of Padawan Fel, Obi-Wan has become increasingly dependent on me."

Shay considered, "I think you are worrying unnecessarily, Qui. Obi-Wan is a little...anxious with strangers but is that's only to be expected...and he is working at overcoming it."

Qui-Gon sighed, "I know. But..." He drank, then shrugged, "He was going so well."

"Obi has spent nine years away from the Temple." Shay held Qui-Gon's gaze, "He's done remarkably well, Qui. It's a tribute to you and your support, but he was bound to have setbacks. You can't expect him to be like other padawans."

"I know, but I hate to see him like this." Qui-Gon smiled a little wryly. "He has been through so much, I want it to be perfect...or at least easier...for him now."

"Perfect!" Shay snorted. "Not in this life." He drained his glass, adding seriously, "He's almost caught up to the other padawan's with a lightsabre - he's clever and dedicated and kind. Given his history he's made remarkable progress." He leaned over and laid a hand on Qui-Gon's shoulder, "Give him time, Qui. Give yourself time."

Qui-Gon said ruefully, "Have you been talking to Schal?" He put his hand over his friend's, "Thank you, Shay...from both of us."

Master Torgay watched Bernic chat easily with the older padawan. Their heads were angled together, his padawan's light laugh mingling with Padawan Kenobi's deeper chuckle as Obi-Wan ruefully described some of the problems he'd had since returning to the Temple.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but we have a training room booked, Bernic." The master smiled and laid a hand on each padawan's shoulder, "And I'm sure that Obi-Wan will be able to visit again."

Obi-Wan smiled up at Master Torgay and nodded, "Definitely. I'd like that." He flicked the end of the other padawan's braid as the youngster stammered his thanks. "That's all right, Nic. I'm glad to have someone to talk to, too."

Sending his padawan to change into his training gear, Master Torgay turned to Obi-Wan, "Thank you, Padawan Kenobi. I know it must be hard for you to talk about what happened. I want you to know that we both appreciate you taking the time to help Bernic."

Obi-Wan blushed a little as he met the master's serious gaze. "Actually it helps to know that there is someone who understands what happened to me. I like talking to Nic, I hope we can be friends." Obi-Wan's voice quavered, "And I am glad that he only had to endure little...of....'

Torgay patted Obi-Wan's shoulder gently. "He has you to thank for that, Obi-Wan." He smiled as the padawan hunched an embarrassed shoulder, "I'm sure that you will be friends. Please tell Master Jinn that I appreciate him lending me his padawan."

As the door closed behind him Obi-Wan stood considering his options. After a moment he drew his robe around himself and settled into the posture he had copied from his master - hands buried in wide sleeves, back straight and flexible, head tilted slightly forward. Taking a deep breath he headed for the rooms he shared with his master.

At the end of the corridor Obi-Wan hesitated again briefly. If he turned left he could duck into the secondary corridors - it would take him a little longer but he would be unlikely to pass anyone save the odd maintenance droid. Straightening his shoulders he turned right. It wasn't so far - just around to the south side of the tower and two floors up - it would only take him ten minutes and he wouldn't have to actually stop and speak to anyone.

By the time Obi-Wan reached his destination his shoulders were tight with tension. A surprising number of Jedi of all ranks had greeted him during the short walk and while he had given each a sweet smile and a softly spoken word he couldn't repress a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind himself.

With an apologetic smile at his master, Obi-Wan shrugged out of his robe and headed to the kitchen to get a drink. Holding the mug between his hands and allowing the warmth to help ease the strain in his clenched muscles, Obi-Wan mused. Why was it so hard to regain the comfort he had felt before the Vendeans appeared? He knew that he was safe in the Temple. In the unlikely event that there was another attempt at kidnap he knew he could defend himself, he knew that his master would sense his danger through their bond, and he knew that security had been stepped up within the Temple walls as well as on a planetary level. But he hated the vulnerability he felt and he hated to think that he might have led the kidnappers to the Jedi in their search for young Force adepts.

Qui-Gon could sense his padawan's distress and he sent a wave of affection as Obi-Wan sank onto the couch. "How is Padawan Fel?"

Obi-Wan relaxed further, settling into his master's presence. "Quite well, I think. Master Torgay says he has been a bit anxious but that he is improving."

"I expect that talking to someone who has had a similar experience will help him." Master Torgay request that he allow Obi-Wan to visit Bernic had pleased Qui-Gon. He had been gently trying to encourage Obi-Wan to spend more time with his age-mates but, while his padawan was happy to accept an occasional invitation to dine with his old creche friends, any suggestion that he spend more of his free time away from his master was met with a shake of his head and a quiet refusal. And while his padawan's emotions were still so unstable Qui-Gon was loath to force the issue.

Obi-Wan was thoughtful. "I know it doesn't make any sense - but I feel better knowing that someone else understands." His expressive eyes flew to his master's, "I don't mean that you don't, Master..."

Qui-Gon's smile softened and he reached over to clasp Obi-Wan's shoulder, "I know, Obi. Though I wouldn't want anyone to be put through that, I am glad that there is someone you can talk to - someone who understands a little of what you've experienced. And it is fortunate for Padawan Fel that you are here for him." He felt Obi-Wan's anxiety ease as his padawan realised that his master truly wasn't offended by his words.

The pair sat in companionable silence for a time before Qui-Gon said, "We are being sent on a mission."

Obi-Wan's head came up. "Have they found the missing diplomat?" His eyes were bright and his voice eager. "Are we going to get him?"

In the days since the Ahselaatii diplomat had disappeared, both Senate and Temple Security had been searching for him and the Council had warned all Jedi in the field to be alert for attempts to kidnap Force sensitive children and adolescents. Nothing more could be done until they had further information. Qui-Gon was used to the frustration of waiting but the inactivity irked Obi-Wan and he fretted.

Well aware of his padawan's concern Qui-Gon said, "Yes, and no. He has been found but he has taken refuge with one of the Trade Clans - the Sonda." Qui-Gon watched Obi-Wan's fierce smile fade to a frown. "What do you know about them, Obi?"

"Not a lot." Obi-Wan shook his head and frowned, "I think the Shara were afraid of the Sonda...or in awe of them at least. They are the most successful clan, I think."

The master nodded, "That makes sense. The Gatharn government is cooperating and so are the clans who are based there, but they have made it quite clear that they have no influence over the Sonda clan."

Disappointed, Obi-Wan murmured, "I understand, Master."

Qui-Gon could feel his padawan's frustration. "The Senate is trying to contact all the Clans to see whether they can be brought under Republic law."

Obi-Wan asked, "Is that what we will be doing? Talking to the clans?"

Qui-Gon shook his head. "No. Adi Gallia and Invar Lon are heading out to negotiate with the clans. We will be visiting a number of planets that have been identified as vulnerable to attack from the pirates. There are planetary societies that have significant Force ability among their populations and little training. They are the most vulnerable to the raiders."

Obi-Wan nodded, "They would be prime targets for the kidnappers. And we can warn them." Suddenly full of energy, he sprang to his feet and headed for the kitchen, "Do you want cha, Master?"

"Thank you, Padawan, that would be a kindness." Qui-Gon leaned back against the cushions, pleased at the satisfaction and sense of purpose that radiated from Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon shared that satisfaction - it was good to finally be able to do something to help stop Force adept youngsters being kidnapped. He was also pleased to be taking his padawan into the field. This looked like a mission that would be relatively safe and have particular significance to them both.

The master smiled as Obi-Wan handed him the cha. "We leave in four hours. You had better start packing Obi."

Obi-Wan had been nervous when they arrived on Jelan. Standing close to his master as they were greeted by a small group of officials, he kept near enough to touch the swirling robe as they were ushered through a series of corridors and into a bright meeting room. By the end of the first day, however, he was beginning to relax. He had only to listen and observe while his master did the talking but he could sense the goodwill emanating from the Jelani officials and was touched by the sympathy they displayed when Qui-Gon explained his history.

For his part, Qui-Gon was pleased to see Obi-Wan gradually relax. Each world they visited increased his padawan's confidence as Obi-Wan discovered that he had a natural ability to communicate and a talent for seeing to the heart of the matter. As Obi-Wan became more involved in the mission he began to stray from his master's side but Qui-Gon noted, with a rather guilty sense of pleasure, that Obi-Wan was quick to return to him at the end of each day.

On the third moon of Zhak they met the first group of youngsters who had been kidnapped. While Qui-Gon met with the leaders Obi-Wan spent his time with the freed teenagers. The group had been enslaved for a little over two years and the shock of their capture and the *training* they had undergone had led to profound depression and anger that they were having difficulty overcoming. Obi- Wan found meeting them both distressing and heartening - the Zhak youngsters listened avidly to his story and seemed relieved to hear that his life as a slave with the Trade clan had not been entirely awful and that he was accepted back into the Jedi. Paradoxically, however, some of them were angered by his seemingly easy recovery.

Obi-Wan was pensive as their ship left the system. The experience of talking to others who had shared his ordeal had eased some of his own misgivings but it also confirmed the reality of his slavery. He was beginning to realise that since his return to the Temple, and acceptance as Qui-Gon's padawan, he had been pushing the more distressing memories of his previous life to the furthest reaches of his mind.

Four days talking with other ex-slaves brought it all back.

Concerned by the sense of sadness and hint of shame that flowed through the bond, Qui-Gon watched his padawan settle into their cabin. He sent waves of praise and affection and smiled as Obi-Wan turned to him, his eyes full of love and gratitude. "Come to me, Padawan." Qui-Gon invited, opening his arms.

Obi-Wan walked into the embrace, wrapping his own arms around the tall, strong body. After a long moment he shifted to look at his master's face and blushed faintly at the understanding glow in his master's eyes. "I wish I could have helped them more, Master."

Qui-Gon sighed. "I know. But some things can only be truly healed by time."

Thinking of his own experience, Obi-Wan nodded again.

"And we are helping, Obi. You are helping." Qui- Gon rested his chin on Obi-Wan's head, then lightly kissed his forehead. "Dinner, my Padawan, and then we meditate."

Taking advantage of their time on the corvette, Qui- Gon arranged for Obi-Wan to sit with the pilot and co- pilot. Although Obi-Wan's piloting so far had been restricted to a Temple runabout, he found that he picked up the skills more easily than he'd expected. When he commented on it, the co-pilot grinned and said simply, "Advantage of being Force sensitive, my friend."

Unable to believe that it could be so easy he had asked his master.

Qui-Gon nodded, "He's right. You will find that you can sense the underlying pattern behind most devices. Not that it means you will be an instant expert, but it does mean that you'll find it relatively easy to pick up basic skills." He smiled at the pleased grin on his padawan's face, "But don't try to do any fancy flying until you have had a few more lessons."

In the days after they left the Zhak system, Obi-Wan spend hours seated in the co-pilot's chair, listening intently as the pilot explained controls and protocols. He opened his mind and allowed the information to seep into him, finding the precision and logic of the information soothing and his ability to absorb and apply it reassuring.

The pilot was leaning back to retrieve a box of navigation wafers when Obi-Wan was startled by a burst of energy through the Force. Even as he sent a query to his master, a jolt shook the ship and there was the sound of a blast. The pilot spun back to his panel. "Raiders!"

Obi-Wan went cold and froze in his seat. He was trembling and his stomach was churning when his master was suddenly in his mind, strong and calm.

The pilot's hands were flying over the controls as he checked systems. There was movement behind Obi- Wan and he was urged from the seat as the co-pilot took his position. The comm unit buzzed and Qui- Gon's voice filled the bridge. "Padawan, meet me on the lower deck and tell the pilot to seal the bridge behind you."

The pilot met Obi-Wan's eyes and he pointed to a screen that showed the status of the hull. "There. They have breached just behind the sensor array. Lucky for us." He waved Obi-Wan towards the door. "It's a small ship...unlikely to be more than a dozen boarders. Go, Jedi. We'll be safe enough here as long as they haven't got friends anywhere near."

Obi-Wan did as he was bid. He could sense the raiders as fuzzy, aggressive presences in the Force while his master shone like a beacon of stability in the midst of the turmoil. Grasping the hilt of his lightsabre he headed towards them.

Obi-Wan was fit and agile but he had not been able to quite master the art of Force-enhanced movement and he muttered under his breath at the time it was taking to reach his master. The battle was clear to his Force sense, a tight, angry mass of greed and hatred. His master was calmly gathering the Force to him to repel the invaders. Obi-Wan was almost overwhelmed with relief as he rounded the corner and finally saw his master at the end of the corridor.

The angle hid most of the attackers. His master was at a corner, defending his position, green 'sabre flashing with almost unimaginable grace and speed. Obi-Wan relaxed a little as he felt his master's confidence. With a flick of his thumb he ignited his own 'sabre.

Half-way along the corridor, another raider came into view - a bulky humanoid edging behind his fellows, a blaster in each hand. Without conscious thought Obi- Wan's pace increased and he lifted his hand to Force-push the threat away. The raider staggered back, slamming into the bulkhead. With a snarl he lifted both blasters and aimed them at the Jedi.

Qui-Gon sent a warning to Obi-Wan as he saw the threat. Occupied by the blasts from further down the corridor, he sent a Force-push of his own as he sensed his padawan coming to his assistance.

Lightsabre flashing, Obi-Wan swung at the raider who was trying to out-flank his master. Hardly noticing as the man fell to the deck he took his position at his master's side and together they proceeded to repel the main body of attackers. Several fell before the remainder began to retreat. More raiders were dispatched before the last two managed to escape through the breach in the hull.

The corvette shuddered as the raider ship disengaged.

His hand clenched around the hilt of his 'sabre, Obi-Wan stared as the gap became filled with the darkness of space. An insistent tug at his mind spun him towards his master.

When Qui-Gon had seen that some of the raiders would make it back to their ship, he looked for the nearest control panel. As the ship pulled away he slammed a force-field in place over the breach. His chest heaving as he steadied his breath, Qui-Gon reached for his padawan. Obi-Wan was staring down at the fallen raiders, his expression an odd mixture of triumph and nausea. With a fiercely protective gesture, Qui-Gon pulled the young man into his arms.

Tearing his gaze away from the bodies, Obi-Wan looked up into his master's blazing eyes. Overcome by tremors he buried his head into his master's shoulder absorbing the comforting warmth and strength as he was enclosed in a tight embrace.

With a gentle hand, Qui-Gon soothed and reassured. "Well done, my padawan," he took hold of Obi-Wan's chin and turned his face up. The wide grey eyes were shimmering with tears and relief and his padawan's body was tight with adrenalin. "Shh.... We're safe now. You did well." Qui-Gon pulled him even closer and kissed him hard.

When they returned to the Temple some months later they were met with the usual Council debriefing. Obi- Wan stood in his habitual position at his master's shoulder and answered the few questions that were directed at him. He tried to suppress his nervousness, clasping his fingers together in the long sleeves of his robe.

As the questions came to an end Obi-Wan could sense approval from several members of the council. Heaving a private sigh of relief, he was waiting for their dismissal and was shocked to hear Mace Windu say, "Well, that seems satisfactory. Now, if you would excuse us Padawan. We wish to speak with Master Jinn."

Obi-Wan shot a slightly panicked look at his master and was soothed by wave of affection and a nod, "Perhaps you could prepare dinner, Padawan."

Taking a firm hold of his emotions, Obi-Wan bowed to the Council and then to his master and hurried out of the chamber. Once in the corridor he gathered his robes around him and took himself to task - he had fought off raiders, surely he could manage to walk through the Jedi Temple, after all, it was his home. His master's touch was warm in his mind as he headed for their quarters.

Once Obi-Wan had left, the Council began to question Qui-Gon on the youth's progress with a candour that made him glad that they had been tactful enough to send his padawan away. While acknowledging his padawan's achievements on the mission, several council members continued to question Obi-Wan's fitness as a Jedi.

Qui-Gon took a moment to swallow his instinctive response and was rather surprised to hear both Mace and Adi Gallia vehemently defend his padawan. It was true that Obi-Wan was a brave and talented fighter and a clever and strong Force sensitive. It was however, also true that he was years behind padawans of a similar age in terms of his academic and social skills and that he was still insecure sometimes in the presence of strangers. Qui-Gon believed that Obi-Wan would eventually overcome these problems but he was amazed to hear such wholehearted encouragement - from Mace in particular.

Qui-Gon smiled, "Thank you, Councillor." He turned to those who had expressed doubt. "I understand your concerns. Obi-Wan has been back in the Temple for less than a year. I assure you, we both understand the challenges ahead of us."

The heads of all the councillors bowed and Yoda nodded. "Early it is, Qui-Gon, but you have done well with him."

And that was the end of it.

Qui-Gon smiled a little ruefully as he left the Council Chamber. He had no doubt that Obi-Wan would catch up on the learning he had missed, and even less doubt that his padawan's natural skills and intelligence would make him a fine diplomat and warrior. What concerned him was Obi-Wan's dependence on him; while Jedi often worked in pairs, a Jedi who was unable to function alone would be, if not exactly a liability, certainly a less flexible member of the order. Qui-Gon shrugged, it would be some time, probably many years, before Obi- Wan would be ready for his Trials. Time enough for the lad to overcome his insecurity.

After being away from Coruscant for almost two thirds the halls of the Temple were relaxing. Qui-Gon strode easily along the familiar corridors drawing in the ambience of peace and familiarity. As he neared their rooms, Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan's welcome through the bond.

He smiled at the depth and warmth of the feeling and opened his mind, replying in kind. He could feel a sense of anticipation - well, it was their first night home and he felt a certain eagerness himself. On that thought he opened the door, stepped inside and froze at the sight that greeted him.

The lights were turned down and the room was filled with soft, warm glow. There was a subtle, sweet fragrance in the air and soft, sensuous music playing.

A bottle of wine rested in a bucket of ice beside two glasses and a platter piled high with exotic fruit. On the rug beside the table knelt Obi-Wan. His head turned as the door opened and a blinding smile lit his face for a moment before a sensual, wanton gleam came into his eyes. He murmured, "Welcome home, Master," and bowed his head to the floor, his braid trailing on the rich blue of the rug.

A blaze of lust overcome Qui-Gon. His padawan's skin glowed in the mellow light, elegant curves contrasting with solid muscle. Bare to the waist Obi-Wan was wearing the gold silk pants he had worn on Gatharn. His braid was adorned with tiny bells and ribbons of green and blue were plaited down its length. Eyes already radiant were emphasised and made exotic with a dark smoky line.

Moving closer, Qui-Gon smelt spicewood and cedar as he sank to the floor in front of Obi-Wan, his legs seeming to give way beneath him as he was bathed in an aura of devotion and gratitude, mingled with lust and love. One hand moved to caress Obi-Wan's neck as he whispered, "Padawan...beloved."

The soft growl of his master's voice sent a shiver through Obi-Wan even as it brought a smile to his lips. Gracefully lifting his head, he purred, "What is your desire?"

Qui-Gon's gaze devoured the wonderful body before him. The silky fabric moulded itself to every inch of his padawan's hips and thighs - it seemed to shimmer and beckon to Qui-Gon, reminding him of the erotic shock he'd felt when this young man was first offered to him. And of the affection that had grown between them as they got to know each other on their way back to Coruscant.

Obi-Wan's exquisite voice and open, passionate gaze took Qui-Gon's breath away. "You are my desire, Obi-Wan." The wide, happy smile that greeted his words warmed Qui-Gon's heart and he held out his hand. "Come to me, love."

With a lithe movement Obi-Wan was on his feet. For a moment he stood before his master, staring down into eyes deep and mysterious and full of promise, then he reached and poured a glass of sparkling wine and brought it to his lips. Taking a deep mouthful he bent over his master and leaned in, feeding him wine with the gentle pressure of the kiss.

Rising to his feet, Qui-Gon ran his hands down Obi- Wan's back, luxuriating in the feel of warm, smooth skin before he moved lower. A sigh escaped Obi-Wan as Qui- Gon's hands stroked soft, sleek silk and then tightened to grasp his padawan's buttocks and pull him close. As Obi- Wan nuzzled into his neck, Qui-Gon was reminded of the first night on the transport. He could feel Obi-Wan's desire and his own erection was pressed against his padawan's thigh.

Running his hand slowly down Obi-Wan's spine, Qui-Gon sank to the sofa, Obi-Wan in his arms. "I want you to pleasure yourself."

Obi-Wan's head fell back against his master's shoulder . Qui-Gon took his padawan's hand in his own and moved it until they were cupping Obi-Wan's erection. The young man sighed and began to push the golden fabric down his hips. Shifting his lover until he had a firm hold and a good view, Qui-Gon nipped at his ear. "I want to watch you."

Obi-Wan moaned and began to fondle his cock. His master's fingers were still tangled with his and they stroked the hard flesh together, Qui-Gon's bigger hand gentle and sure as he guided Obi-Wan's pleasure. Remembering the first night they had done this, Obi-Wan shifted slightly and reached down to take hold of his master. As he leaned back he murmured, "Kiss me."

"Hmm, yes." Qui-Gon bent and pressed his mouth to Obi-Wan's, tongue seeking and twining with its mate. After a moment he pulled his head back. At Obi-Wan's murmur of protest he kissed his padawan's temple and repeated, "I want to watch. You are so beautiful - so alive," he licked Obi-Wan's ear, "so erotic." And he turned the bright head into his neck, whispering, "Oh, yes," as Obi-Wan began to feed on his throat.

The gentle light gilded Obi-Wan's skin. Qui-Gon rested his chin on his lover's shoulder and gazed down as their hands slid sensuously along Obi-Wan's straining flesh. As the pace increased, Obi-Wan's grasp on his master faltered but the gentle pressure of Obi-Wan squirming in his lap sent voluptuous pleasure through Qui-Gon's body and he was surrounded by the sensory delights of having his love writhing so uninhibitedly in his arms.

To Qui-Gon's delight, as his padawan trembled and their hands were coated with his seed, Obi-Wan sighed, "Qui...oh...Qui-Gon...love." He lifted shining eyes, "Thank you, Master," and twisted so that he was straddling Qui-Gon's thighs.

"You are more than welcome, Padawan." Qui-Gon teased gently then gasped when determined fingers pulled open his tunic then undid his belt and tossed it across the room. "Is there something you want, Obi?"

"Yes, Ma..." He was stopped by his master's fingers on his lips and a quick shake of the leonine head. Tipping his head to one side he frowned for a moment and then realised, "Oh." He went back to his task, pulling off his master's sash, "Yes, Qui-Gon."

Obi-Wan pulled open the fastenings of his master's trousers, "There is something. And I think...." His fingers slid confidently into the opening and closed firmly around his master's flesh. "Yes. Here it is."

Qui-Gon gasped and let his head fall back against the sofa as he sighed, "And what can I do for you, love?"

Raising himself onto his knees, Obi-Wan began to ease his master's trousers down over his hips. Qui-Gon shifted to assist him, sighing again as Obi-Wan settled over him and began to slowly lower himself. Taking hold of Obi-Wan waist he rotated his hips slightly as the tight, slick tunnel slid deliciously over him.

With his hands braced against the back of the sofa and his mouth sealed to his master's, Obi-Wan gradually increased his pace, urged on by Qui-Gon's hands and voice. At last - and all too soon - he felt the sizzle of orgasm gather and he threw his head back, slamming onto his lover's hips and howling his pleasure to the stars.

Qui-Gon held on as long as he could but the sound of Obi-Wan and the contractions around his penis tipped him over the edge. He held Obi-Wan's sweat slicked body to him as he poured his heart into his padawan.

They rested for a time, feeding each other pieces of fruit and sipping from the same glass. Then Qui-Gon unbuckled his boots with a deft application of the Force and eased them off his feet. He stood, his padawan in his arms, and let his trousers drop to his ankles were he stepped out of them. Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's waist and allowed himself to be carried to their bed.

Later, tired and happy, Obi-Wan lay curled around his master. The only light came from the pale gleam of the moon. He could feel his master's love and pleasure as Qui-Gon's big hand gently ghosted over his back, tracing the long curve of his spine. He turned his head a little and lightly kissed his master's throat. They had made love twice more; hard and fast when Obi-Wan knelt and presented himself, sending vivid images of his desire through the bond; then slow and sweet as they drove each other to mindless ecstasy.

Obi-Wan snuggled closer as he felt his master drift into sleep and relaxed into the comfort of Qui-Gon's presence, wanting to stay awake to savour his happiness.

Obi-Wan had planned his surprise as a 'thank you' to his master because they had returned from a successful mission, because this was his home and because tomorrow it would be a year - by the Coruscant calendar - since he had been given to the unknown Jedi in the Gatharn banquet hall. He still couldn't remember everything about his childhood and he knew he had many years of training and study before he could become a Knight himself - if he ever did - but he also knew that he was loved and that there was a life for him here with this man. He also knew that he had been a valuable partner during their mission, that he had helped both his master and the societies they had visited and who were at risk from the raiders. Most of all he knew that he had saved his master from injury and possibly death when they were attacked.

Qui-Gon drifted back to consciousness. Aware that Obi-Wan was awake he rolled over and wrapped himself around the smaller man. "Still awake, Padawan?" He nuzzled into Obi-Wan's hair and murmured, "Good, there is something I forgot to say."

Worried that the Council may have been critical, Obi-Wan twisted until he was facing his master, an anxious question in his eyes.

He was about to speak when Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to his forehead and said, "Happy anniversary, Padawan," Qui-Gon dipped lower to claim his mouth, "and welcome home."

Finis