Jade's Scion: Chapter 12 — Ben Rating: PG
Kidan

Ben watches as Tycho finishes off his drink. And then with a sad look on his face, he says his goodnights and leaves the office.

Frowning Ben thinks about everything that has happened these past few days. Once more wanting to know exactly why Jysella does not remember Shelter or Tycho, once more wondering just how much she does remember, especially about him.

He closes his eyes as he takes another drink from his glass, savoring the fire in his throat as it slides down. When he opens them again, someone is sitting in the chair opposite him. Someone blue, translucent and with a scar over his right eye.

Ben growls out a greeting. "What do you want now?"

The ghost smiles at him. "Is it what I want, or what the Force wants?"

Ben can feel his anger. "I think it doesn't matter because I don't care one way or the other."

"Then why is that young Jedi in the other room?"

Ben throws his glass through the ghost's head and mutters a curse as it shatters against the far wall. For his part, the ghost laughs at him. "Anger is of the Dark Side, you must learn control."

"Why won't the Force leave me alone?"

"I have already answered that question."

"I ask again, why are you here?"

"To help you fulfill your destiny."

Ben slams his fists down on the desk in front of him. "I don't want a destiny, I don't want the Force, and I don't want to be the next galaxy's savior. I'm not a Skywalker, not a Jedi. I'm just myself. And that is all I want to be."

"I know, believe me, I know what that is like. When I was alive, my peers at the time called me the 'Chosen One.' They said I was destined to bring balance to the Force. And as they spouted off that nonsense, they did not trust me, or my decisions, and I ended up bringing ruin to them all and to the Force."

Ben looks away from the ghost and reaches over to get the glass that Tycho was using and pours himself another drink. "I'm sad for you, really."

The ghost chuckles once more. "My point is this; the Force had a destiny in mind for me regardless. Even though I did not fulfill it the way it initially intended, fulfill it, I did. Yet because of how I ended up fulfilling it, your father, and now you, are left to finish cleaning up the mess."

Ben once more looks at the ghost, a sinking feeling coming to his stomach. "I ask again, just who are you?"

The ghost smiles and begins to fade as he says a final thing, "You can call me Anakin."

Ben frowns as the things the ghost has said, in concert with what he knows tells him just who his dead visitor is. Ben looks back up at the smiling form that is still dissipating into nothingness, and scowls. As soon as the ghost is gone, Ben hears Jysella scream.

In a surge of adrenalin, he runs from his office and down the hall towards her room. When he is about halfway there, another scream erupts from her room. He pushes himself harder, trying to get there as fast as possible, fear and worry coursing through him.

He is finally there and slams his fist against her door as he calls out. "Jysella!"

When she doesn't answer, he enters an override into the lock, and draws his blaster. He stands in the doorway for a moment, looking around at the tears in the wallpaper, revealing the light blue walls, with banthas and ewoks adorning it.

He looks around a second time, and sees her green eyes peering over the edge of the bed. "Jysella, are you okay?"

Her voice is raw and rough. "Go 'way."

Her head pops back below the level of the bed, and he walks around it. As he clears the bed, he sees her sitting on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her, looking at her feet, mumbling to herself. He frowns as he puts his blaster away and she looks up at him, her eyes resembling those of a trapped animal. He kneels down in front of her, watching as her eyes follow his every movement. He can feel his worry for her, and wonders what it is that has her so scared. "Are you okay?"

"Yes! Now go 'way."

For a moment, he watches her, considering ignoring her demands and sitting with her until she talked to him. But then he remembers that is basically what the Force has done to him his entire life.

Giving a quick nod of acceptance, he stands and says, "If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."

Then he begins walking from the room. By the time he is at the door, he can hear her whimpers of fear, and almost turns around to go comfort her. Instead he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. He leans back against the door, and closes his eyes, wondering exactly what he is going to do. Then the memory of the fear that came with her screams, and he wonders about that and what it means. Under his breath he mutters a curse directed at the Force, and swears he can hear Anakin chuckling.

When he opens his eyes intending to go back to his office, he sees the old woman leaning against the wall across from him. "What do you want, Cal?"

She gives him a sly smile. "You like her."

He sighs, not really in the mood to play one of her games. "What are you talking about?"

She lifts her chin, pointing back towards the room behind him, that sly, knowing smile still on her lips. "The Jedi, you like her."

Ben frowns at her, not sure exactly on how to respond. "Mind your own business."

Cal laughs. "Tell her Ben, regardless of what she might say, tell her."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you will wonder the rest of your life what would have happened if you had."

"Speaking from experience, eh Cal?"

Ben frowns at the knowing smile Cal gives him as she walks away from him. One thought runs through his head. Why do I put up with this?



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