OK, this is my first fic so be nice...and also, be warned, I've looked it over multiple times, but it has not been properly betaed. Here goes..... Title: I Told You So Author: Adria Skye E-mail: email@example.com Rating: PG Summary: That would be telling . . . Mwhahaha! ::chokes:: Ok, ok, Qui-Gon's second apprentice. Warnings: Mild violence. . . ? Oh, and AU: This story pretends Xanatos never happened. Nothing against the Jedi Apprentice books, I LOVE them, this fic just requires a different story line. Spoilers: I don't think so . . . Time frame: PRE-TPM //Communication by means of thought through the Force, telepathically.// Durray Kha'jhoai climbed wearily into the transport's bunk, buried her head in her pillow, and sighed heavily. She had left the Temple on a routine field trip to Tasc to test the initiates' skills. Tasc was a peaceful planet, not a full day's trip from the core world of Coruscant. On their way the transport had been boarded by hostile forces, she had almost been kidnaped and sold as a slave by said boarders, fought alongside some of the most admired Jedi Knights in the order, been asked by a greatly revered Jedi Master to be his Padawan. All in a matter of thirty-six hours. Yes, she thought. Life had definitely just become interesting. ***** Forty hours ago. . . . Beep. Beep. Beep. . . . Qui-Gon Jinn rolled over and groaned. He had just returned from a rather trying mission and had no desire to get out of bed just yet. Reaching over, he slapped his alarm clock in an attempt to silence the incessant beeping. He pressed the button and turned it off. When it didn't stop, Qui-Gon realized it was his comm. Reluctantly leaving the sanctuary of his sleep couch, he dragged himself over to the instrument panel and looked to see who was calling. Yoda. What the Jedi Master could possibly want this early in the morning, Qui-Gon could not imagine. He pressed the button. "Early it is not, Qui-Gon Jinn," the ancient little green master greeted him. Qui-Gon stifled a yawn. "Good morning, Master Yoda." "Almost time for lunch, it is." Qui-Gon turned around and looked at the chrono mounted on the wall of his quarters. Yoda was right, not that he had doubted him. But Qui-Gon almost never lost track of time. "Successful, your mission was?" "Yes, Master Yoda." "Talkative this morning we are not, hmm?" Giving up on trying to get a response out of the much younger master, Yoda got right to the point. "Volunteer you, your Padawan did for the annual initiates field trip. Lonely you are and need another padawan you do, he said." At this, Qui-Gon's head shot up. I'm gonna kill you Terrence, Qui-Gon loved his former apprentice like a son, but sometimes . . . The ideas that kid gets in his head . . . "Qui-Gon, violence the answer is not." "Yes Master Yoda." "Catch the transport you and young Terrence will. Leave, it does, in four hours." "Yes, Master . . . " Qui-Gon sighed and ended the transmission. He immediately placed another call. Words I will have with young Terrence, Qui-Gon thought, mocking Yoda. Yes, words. "Master?" a young, genuinely concerned voice greeted him. "Is something wrong?" "Terrence Lane, young man, what in the WORLDS were you thinking?!?!...." ~~~~~~~ K, let me know what you think....more later.