AN: Hey losers, remember how I offhandedly mentioned one time I'd be re-writing Displacement at some point? WELL I've recently been shown how Ao3's posting format work, which I didn't know before now because I'm a dumbass, so I'm finally crossposting this, and well. Good excuse to give it a re-work, right? So that's why Part 4 has been so late. Right. Definitely not just me suddenly hyperfixating on non-Star Wars fandoms. That would be ridiculous.

I'd recommend giving it a re-read, as I'll probably start adding scenes as I go.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Waking Up

Waking up was a surprise.

What was more surprising was that Michelle appeared to have woken up somewhere that was completely unfamiliar. Well, it made sense for the room itself to be unfamiliar, considering the circumstances she had passed out in, but instead of the hospital room she was expecting, she appeared to be in some sort of…

Well.

There really wasn't a way to describe the room beyond a sci-fi nerd's wet dream. Not that she could judge, considering she was one of those sci-fi nerds. But frankly there was a time and a place for nerd shit, and mysteriously waking up in a room of nerd shit was so far outside her comfort zone it wasn't even funny.

The door opened with a swoosh. Automatic. Okay then.

But the doors being automatic were probably not Michelle's biggest problem, considering the fact that a goddamn alien had walked in the room.

"Um." She said blankly, higher brain functions having all simultaneously packed their bags and called in their vacation time, as this shit was just too weird to deal with. She wished them the best.

"Padawan Ketros, glad to see you're awake. You took a nasty hit to the head on the mission, and passed out on the transport home. Your master's been worried sick about you, you've been out for two days!" The alien said, in a probably feminine voice, but really, who was Michelle to impose gender's on a goddamn alien. And was it just Michelle, or did she (they?) look sort of like a twilek from Star Wars?

"What the- who are you?"

The purple alien twilek lady frowned, looking concerned.

"Michelle, I've been your healer since you were nine."

"…How the fuck do you know my name? What are you talking about? What the hell is going on here!" Michelle demanded, voice steadily rising higher with panic as she scrambled backwards on the bed, avoiding the purple lady reaching for her.

"Oh dear. You seem to have gotten amnesia from that hit to the head. What's the last thing you remember?"

"I- Okay. No. I need a minute here. Just. Explain? Where am I, who are you, and what's going on here. Please." Michelle stammered out, using her panic as a convenient excuse to dodge the question. Because if they thought she was a Jedi padawan, her last memory would raise more questions than it answered. That and it was a very Not Fun memory.

The purple woman paused, and seemed to evaluate how badly Michelle was freaking out, before sitting down in a chair by the bedside.

"That's fair. I'm Jedi Master Laleh Devaron, and I work in the Halls of Healing. I've been your main healer since you were nine years old, replacing your old one who retired. You're in the Halls of Healing, in the Jedi Temple, on Couruscant. Your name is Michelle Ketros. You're fifteen years old, and are the padawan of Knight Coltin Andross. Is any of this sounding familiar?"

Michelle stared at Laleh in blank shock, mouth moving silently as she attempted to find words.

"I… need to. Go. Um. To the bathroom. Is there one nearby?" She said weakly, so completely done it wasn't even funny. Looking mildly concerned, Laleh silently pointed at a door.

"Thanks." Michelle said, giving an unconvincing smile, and bolting for the bathroom, locking herself in.

She then proceeded to sink to the floor and have a minor panic attack.

Because really, it was that or an existential crisis. And Michelle preferred to save those for crying at three in the morning in her own bed. That, and silently over chemistry notes whenever the subject of entropy came up.

After some amount of time hyperventilating on the floor, there was a knock at the door.

"Michelle? I understand that this is frightening for you, but you need to either calm down or come out, I can feel your anxiety levels from here, and they're dangerously high. Not to mention you've got a head wound with complications. If you're non-verbal right now, just knock the door in response." Laleh said calmly, in a gentle even voice.

Well, it was awfully convenient for Michelle that the weird hallucination she was in was apparently used to people freaking out, as she was decidedly not able to talk right now. Rapping her knuckles against the door was considerably more feasible though, so she went ahead and did that.

"Alright, are you hyperventilating right now? One knock for yes, two for no."

She knocked once.

"That's not good, considering you've got a head wound with complications. I need you to try and get your breathing under control for me, can you do that?"

Two knocks. There wasn't a makeshift code knock for 'go fuck yourself not happening', but Michelle hoped the sentiment was conveyed anyways.

"…Sorry kiddo, that's not how it works. Okay, so whenever you're able, I need you to breathe in for four seconds, hold it for seven, and then breathe out for eight. Repeat that as much as you can, okay? It's going to be okay. Reply whenever you're able, it's alright. You're safe here."

Michelle sincerely fucking doubted that, but the panic attack wasn't helping anything. Breathing exercises it was.

It took a minute to get enough control on her breathing to manage it, but Michelle was eventually able to do the small breathing exercise. A surprising wave of calm swept through her during the breathing out, and she was able to repeat the pattern a few times, before her heart rate and breathing were somewhere in the range of normal.

"Sweetie? I can feel you've calmed down, can you talk to me, or do you need more time?"

Instead of replying, Michelle unsteadily got to her feet, and quickly splashed some water on her face from the sink, in a half-assed attempt to cover up the crying that started at some point during the panic attack. She looked up into the mirror to check if her eyes were red, and jumped in surprise.

The girl in the reflection was a virtual stranger.

Well. Not quite a stranger.

The light brown skin was the same, as was her height, face, and bright blue eyes. The only real difference was her hair, previously grown out to her waist and dyed a rich, vibrant shade of red, was now back to its natural colour of earthy brown, and barely brushed her shoulders. The only part even close to her original length was the single, thin braid that came down just past her breasts, and started just behind her ear.

A padawans braid.

Well. Shit. That would explain why she had been mistaken for a Jedi Padawan.

…But why had Laleh known her name? And age? And thought that she already knew Michelle? Last time she checked, she was not living in the Jedi temple. She was living in small town Alberta.

Well, as deeply confused as she was, staring at herself wasn't going to accomplish anything, and she really didn't want to make the healer outside break in. So, Michelle reluctantly tore her eyes away from her unfamiliar reflection, and opened the door.

Laleh had been kneeling in front of it, and was surprised with her coming out, jumping to her feet in response.

"Oh! Force, you startled me. Feeling better?"

"Tired now, but yeah." Michelle muttered in response, honestly too emotionally drained to even question the surrealism her life had turned into. She was talking to a fucking twilek. She had turned into a Jedi padawan. Awesome. Wow.

"Well, you can get some sleep in a minute, I just need to run a few scans on you, okay? Make sure nothing serious is damaged in your head. Your neurochemistry's a little strange, and we still don't quite know what makes you tick, but we can tell if something's gone seriously wrong. Not sure if we've got answers for the amnesia you clearly have, but hey. Can't win em all."

Michelle snorted quietly, and the response seemed to satisfy Laleh, as she got Michelle settled back on the bed, and murmured for her to stay still while she gently pressed her fingers around various points of Michelle's head. Probably doing some Force shit. Because this was somehow the Star Wars universe, and it's not like anything else in Michelle's life made sense now.

After about a minute of the head-touching, Laleh pulled out a small device, and slowly waved it around on top of Michelle's head, before examining a holographic readout on it.

"Hm… weird. Says here that everything's normal. Well, you're not in any danger to sleep, but I'd like to keep you the night just be certain. Alright?" Laleh said, giving Michelle a comforting smile.

"Okay."

"Get some rest sweetie. As long as nothing comes up, your master will be able to bring you back home in the morning." The twilek said warmly, patting Michelle on the shoulder before leaving the room, flicking the lights off as she went. The door closed behind her.

Michelle waited in bed for a few minutes, irrationally afraid of being caught, before slipping out from under the blankets, returning to the bathroom, and staring at herself once again.

Carefully, she lightly traces the bones of her face, making sure that it was really her, before running a hand through her hair, oddly short, but as thick as usual. The texture felt the same, despite it being the shortest she'd worn it in… well, ever.

At least the cut of her bangs was still the same, a short fringe that curled under her chin to frame her face. Although it stood out less with the rest of her hair being only a few centimeters longer.

Hesitantly, she tugged the braid, and was somehow surprised to find it real, as well as the royal blue ribbon woven in with it. Tugging harder caused a sharp pain from her scalp, due to the fact that she was pulling her own hair like an idiot.

So. This was probably real.

Well. Shit.

Michelle really wanted to lose her goddamn mind about everything, but frankly, was too drained to give a shit anymore. And that bed had been awfully soft…

Maybe this was all a dream, and she'd wake up to find herself home.

It was a small hope, but the best one she had. So, the teenager climbed back into the bed, pulled the covers up, closed her eyes, and did her best to not have that existential crisis.

It took a while to fall asleep.

"Anyways, so I was thinking on the weekend we could go see a movie?" The girl driving the car suggested. In the passenger seat, Michelle grinned, and leaned back against her seat.

"Yeah, sounds great. Anything in particular?"

"I dunno. Isn't there some new claymation movie? Kubo and the Strings or something, I don't know. I just love claymation, it's so cool." One of the boys in the backseat suggested, looking at the others for input.

"I dunno, that stuff's really more for kids. Hey, you okay dude?" The other boy in the backseat asked, leaning forwards and looking to the driver.

"Yeah, fine, this guys just riding my ass. Honestly, you losers are lucky I've got a license and am willing to drive us all places."

"We're also lucky you've got rich parents that are willing to buy you a car to celebrate that license." Michelle pointed out, although the humour in her voice made it clear that the words were meant with friendly joking.

The driver looked over for a second to punch Michelle on the arm, grinning.

"Man, shut up-"

"LOOK OUT!" One of the boys screamed. The driver shrieked in surprise, slamming on the breaks as a car in front of them spun out on the icy winter roads, entering right into their path.

Behind them, the car that had been tailgating slammed into theirs. Michelle was knocked forwards with a jolt, and everything went black.

The funny thing was, she almost thought she heard someone calling her name.

AN: And there we go. Chapter one, re-written. Minor typos fixed, awkward lines changed, and a few things added. Fun fun.

For those of you that are new, you can see all the character designs on my Tumblr, Gay-Jesus-Probably, under the hashtag 'holy shit it's my writing'. Or you can just look the Ao3 account… also Gay_Jesus_Probably.

There's a key difference, the one has spaces, Ao3 has underscores, and tumblr has dashes. Completely different usernames. Shut up.