Being Obi-Wan's 'new Padawan' was came with high expectation, to say the least. Especially since Anakin had turned out as well as he did (even if The Order didn't entirely agree with everything he did), but Evelyn was doing her best. She was older than most, and like Anakin, she hadn't grown up in the Temple. During the early days of the Clone Wars, Master Yoda had found her unconscious in the wreckage of a (to him), strangely shaped spaceship and he had no idea how she had survived. After having one of the clone medics patch her up and check her over, he left a few of his troopers with the unconscious girl while the rest of them continued on.

After that, everything was pretty much a blur. She had woken up dazed and confused in the med bay on The Resolute. She tried to sit up, and immediately regretted it. The steady pace of the heart rate monitor increased its beeping as her pain caused her heart to beat quicker. This alerted the medic. When he came over, he gave a disapproving look, "Don't try and sit up," he said. "in fact, try not to move at all. You'll undo your stiches and start bleeding again." His voice was soft but stern, she noticed as he put minimal pressure on her shoulders with his big hands to gently push her back to lying in the bed. She didn't resist, instead she groggily rubbed her eyes and looked confusedly at him. "Where am I?" she whispered, her voice unused for hours on end. "You're on a Star Cruiser called The Resolute. More specifically, you're in the med bay with some pretty nasty injuries. If you don't mind me asking, miss, how did you get injuries like that?" Her eyes widened as she registered everything and snapped out of her dazed state like someone had dumped a bucket of freezing water on her head. "Oh, god!" she exclaimed. "I can't stay here I need to leave. I have to fine them. I need to know they're okay!" Evelyn started to panic really badly and the beep of the heart rate monitor increased again. "You're not going anywhere in a hurry I'm afraid." The medic told her. "Maybe if you tell me who these people your looking are and where you last saw them, we could help you?" the suggestion wasn't entirely unwelcome to Evelyn, although she would have preferred to look for them herself. "I'm Kix, by the way." He offered her his name to try and help the situation. "What's your name?" she looked at him for a moment, trying to decide what to say. Eventually, she decided that she could trust him. "Evelyn." She replied.

After a few hours of lying in the hospital bed, she decided, with great reluctance, that she could use all the help she could get. She wouldn't tell him everything, just what he needed to know. She didn't know him and didn't want to reveal anything that could cause her too much damage in the future. When he came to check on her again, she'd tell him. In the meantime, she watched him work on the other patients in the med bay. All of them had his face and were in various states of consciousness, pain, and discomfort. At first, she thought that she was delirious, but the longer she looked the more obvious it became to her. They were clones! Although why there were so many of them injured and in armour was beyond her. Evelyn was contemplating having a nap and slowly let her eyes close. Before she could fall asleep, however, a voice carried over to her ears form the far side of the room. She forced herself to stay awake to listen, but didn't open her eyes. "Who's that?" the voice said. It was masculine and definitely American. Oh, great. She thought. I do so love being surrounded by Americans. But she pushed her sarcastic thoughts to the back of her mind and focused on the conversation once more. "She came in with General Yoda's injured when they were dropped off here on his way to their next destination, sir." Said a voice like the one that had belonged to the medic, but it wasn't as soft, it sounded slightly muffled and more gravely. "Okay, thank you Fives. Where's Kix?" the first man's voice sounded again. Fives, what a weird name. She thought as the convocation continued. "He's making the rounds, sir. I don't know exactly where he is." There was silence for a moment and then the first man spoke again, "Thank you Fives. At ease." There was another pause of silence between the two males until, "Thank you, general." And the sound of several pairs of shoes making their way towards Evelyn's bed in the med bay.

It didn't take long for them to reach her, but she still didn't open her eyes. For a while, no one said anything, nor did they make any attempt to 'wake' her. That is, until, Kix returned to her side after spotting several people by her bed. "I hope you're not bothering my patient, generals?" Kix asked as he went about checking the dressings on Evelyn's wounds. "No, no. We just wish to ask her a few questions is all." Came an unfamiliar voice, a British one. "Well, as you can see, she is asleep right now and needs her rest. She has a severe concussion, and won't be leaving the med bay for at least two weeks. With all due respect, you'll have plenty of time to talk to her then." Evelyn was grateful for Kix's speech as she didn't trust anyone to know who she was or what she did, unless it was strictly necessary. And right now, she wasn't feeling very co-operative. "She's not asleep." Came the voice of the American. Ah, fuck. That's just great. Now they're going to interrogate me. Just brilliant. Evelyn sighed and opened her eyes, not wanting to talk, but if they knew she was awake then she couldn't pretend any longer. "Hello, there. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi and this is Anakin Skywalker." The British one said, gesturing first to himself and then to the younger looking American.

The man who called himself Obi-Wan Kenobi was tall, shorter than Anakin and the clones, but still tall. He had short ginger hair that was slightly longer on the top than it was at the back and sides. A ginger beard connected his side burns and was trimmed just above his top lip and just below his chin. He was relatively well built, broad shoulders, thick legs. Evelyn could see the muscles in his arms as he crossed them around his chest, locking them in the middle. He was wearing a light beige robe, a brown sash type thing attached to his belt which held a silver cylinder and two pouches. His chest, shoulders and arms adorned armour similar to the one the clones wear and similar shin and foot armour too. His companion, Anakin Skywalker, was basically the complete opposite. He had fairly long dark brown hair, taller than the clones. He had a scar running from above his eyebrow to his cheek on the right side of his face. he was wearing a red robe with a kind of dark blue over layer. His gloves, however, were mismatched. The left one was brown and ended at his elbow, and the right one was black, bulky and didn't reach his elbow. I wonder if he realises. Evelyn thought. Anakin also had a similar belt to Obi-Wan, with the strange cylinder and the pouches.

Evelyn then turned to look at Kix, properly. He was gorgeous. He had grey eyes, immaculate eyebrows, full lips which were slightly darker than the tan of his skin and a jaw that could cut through diamond. His hair was the most interesting, the hair itself was dark, almost black and was buzz cut. He had a most fascinating design, a ring that went from one side to the other level with the tops of his eyebrows and six lightning bolts filled the space in between. On the left side of his head, in the ring, was a tattoo which she couldn't make out the writing of what it said. Evelyn's eyes travelled the length of his body and taking in his armour. It was a dirty white and dire need of a clean. Painted on his left shoulder pad was a symbol in a red circle. On his chest plate, right thigh plate and his gauntlets was blue paint that was chipping away. Through the gaps in the different pieces of armour, Evelyn could see his blacks and she could be wrong, but she was pretty sure he had some big muscles under there.

After Evelyn had finished checking him out, her eyes returned to his face. He was looking at her with confusion in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks. She'd been caught and instead of looking away, she simply half smirked half smiled at him, which caused his blush to deepen. "Kix," Anakin said, drawing Kix's eyes away from Evelyn and towards the American man. "you said she has some serious injuries…" The medic looked between Evelyn and two other men by her bed. "Yes, um. She's got a large deep gash across her abdomen and stomach area," Check. "several broken ribs," Check. "three different head traumas, her left leg is dislocated at her ankle, her knee and her hip," Check, check, check, check, check and check. "and a large number of shallow wounds along her back." So that's why it's so uncomfortable. "If you don't mind me asking miss…?" Obi-Wan asked, clearly expecting her to give him her name. She wasn't willing to trust anyone other than Kix just yet, so she hoped he could keep a secret. "Smith, Harleen Smith." Evelyn spoke confidently as she looked Obi-Wan in the eyes, she then looked to Kix who didn't say a word. Good, he catches on quickly. Then, she looked back at the men at the end of the bed. Obi-Wan looked sceptical, but Anakin seemed to buy it and was the first one to speak. "How did you come across Master Yoda and his troops, miss Smith?" Evelyn took some time to think about, she really didn't know so what was the harm in telling them as much? "I don't remember actually." Anakin raised his eyebrow. "So you don't remember anything?" Obi-Wan asked. Evelyn looked between him and Anakin, debating how to answer the question, she decided on, "Other than pain, no I don't remember anything." Half-truth, I do remember most of the crash.

There was silence for a minute or two, Obi-Wan and Anakin contemplating on the answer Evelyn had given them. Then Kix spoke up, "It's not uncommon for someone with Harleen's head injuries to have temporary or permanent amnesia of some kind." The way he said 'Harleen' gave her 'I believe your name is Evelyn and I don't approve of you lying' vibes. "Do you remember why you were in a crash in the first place?" Obi-Wan's voice bought Evelyn out of her thoughts. "No, I'm sorry. I don't." Lies. Something hit you.

More silence. It was making Evelyn uncomfortable. They were just standing there looking at her. Evelyn began to fidget in nervousness. You've done this a thousand times, this is no different. Don't tell them what they don't need to know. Evelyn slowly noticed a growing pressure on her head. It was like there was hands all over it, pushing in, reaching behind her skull and into her brain. It felt like fingers in her subconscious sifting through her mental walls like one would files in a file draw. One or both of them is telepathic. They're invading my mind without my permission!

Evelyn began to push back. Her injuries made her weak, but she was sure she could hold them off. They pushed harder back. She pushed even harder back. And so on and so on until it felt like another set of hands was pushing too. The pressure was becoming too much; she couldn't take much more. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Evelyn kept repeating the words over and over in her head. Getting angrier by the second. How would you feel if someone was invading your thoughts and memories without your permission? Evelyn was reaching her limit. They had gone too far, but she refused to give in. She trying so hard that she could tell she had opened a fair few of her stitches. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. Don't lose control. But she was. She could feel herself giving up.

Kix looked worriedly between his patient and his generals. Something wasn't right. Then he noticed Evelyn's nose bleeding, her knuckles white as she clenched her fists, the concentration on her face. He went to go and get a clean cloth to stop the bleeding from her nose. After he left, Evelyn noticed a wet trail leaving both of her eyes. The two men in front of her, however, didn't notice or just simply didn't care. But she kept pushing back. She would not lose control.

Gone. Her control was gone. She felt the power break free and she let it. Feeling it run through her body like electricity. She could feel it trying to get out, fighting to be used.

Kix came back. His feet were rooted to the floor as he watched the three of them, unable to look away from Evelyn for more than a few seconds. The blood running from her nose had dried as had the blood running from her eyes. Her eyes. When he'd left a moment ago, they were brown. Now they were glowing yellow. Her royal blue hair was floating around her, as if in a breeze. But what was most disturbing about this change in her appearance was her skin. There were cracks in it. Shining through those cracks was a golden light. Some of the light had broken free and the golden white energy was spiralling around her like ivy. "Get. Out. Of. My. HEAD!" She shouted, raising her right hand and sending the energy towards Obi-Wan and Anakin, pushing them back and freeing her mind. Exhausted, Evelyn fell back on the bed and the light retreated, the cracks disappeared and her eyes went back to normal.

Obi-Wan and Anakin picked themselves up from the floor with almost identical looks of astonishment on their faces and looked at each other before going over to Kix who (by this point, had picked his jaw up off the floor and got his brain back in the metaphorical medical gear) was checking her over for anymore injuries and replacing her broken stitches. "Make sure she doesn't try anything." Anakin told Kix, who nodded and continued with his work. Obi-Wan erased all of the clone's memories of the incident, except Kix, then he and Anakin left the med bay.

"Most interesting, this is." Agreed Yoda after Obi-Wan and Anakin spoke to the council about Evelyn's outburst. "Do you think she knew she could that?" asked a dark skinned man called Mace Windu. "It's difficult to tell." Obi-Wan mused in response, his hand coming up to rub is chin and beard in thought. "She may be of great use to us. She could be the key to winning this war." A Kell-Dor by the name of Plo Koon spoke up. "In agreement, I am." Yoda said. "She is a liability, a loose cannon. If we put her out on the battle field, who knows what'll happen, she could be as bad or worse than Skywalker." Windu argued. A small, "Hey!" could be heard for Anakin, but everyone chose to ignore it. "We could train her." Suggested Plo. "How do we know she's on our side or even want to be on our side after what happened in the med bay?" Anakin asked.

The argument went on for a further two hours, before a decision was reached. "Train her, you will, Obi-Wan. Know how to calm minds like hers, you do." Yoda said turning from facing Obi-Wan to facing Anakin. "Over time, trust you she might. Be patient, we must. Let The Force guide you, you will. Tell her about the war to earn her trust, you will. Scared, she must be after such an ordeal." And with that, the holograms disappeared and Obi-Wan sighed. "I have a bad feeling about this." He confessed to Anakin. Anakin crossed his arms and sighed. "I don't like it either, we're making ourselves vulnerable. But it's the only way we'll know for sure if she can help us or not. And let's face it, we need all the help we get."

It was about two in the morning when Kix went on his final rounds. Evelyn was the last on his list and he was surprised to see her still awake. "Do you sleep?" she asked him when he was checking her stitches. "When I can." He replied. "Surly as a medic, you should know that's not good for you." He sighed and sat in the chair next to her bed. He was exhausted. "Yeah, but there's so much that needs doing, so many that need to be treated." Evelyn chuckled at the workaholic that was slumped next to her rubbing his temples. "You aren't going to be any good to anyone if you don't look after yourself." She chided him, her Welsh accent more prominent than before. "You're right. But who's going to check on them?" Evelyn smiled, even though she didn't think he could see her in the dim lights. She admired his dedication to his brothers. "You remind me of me when I was in school." She commented, causing him to look at her with a raised eyebrow, silently urging her to continue. "Everyone had these high expectations for me. They expected so much of me, I studied nearly all the time. I had no time to myself. And it got to the point where I was making myself do so much in a short period of time that my sleep ours got shorter and shorter until I got, if I was lucky, four or five hours of sleep a week. I was eating less than one meal a day and I forgot that I needed to drink. And now look at me. Wide awake at three in the morning, the only sleep I've had in a while being when I was unconscious." She didn't know why she told him that. It just sort of came out, like something was telling her she could trust him.

"Do you really not remember anything?" he asked, suddenly curious once more about the crash. Evelyn sighed, "I do, I do remember." she admitted. "It might help to tell someone." He suggested. "

Like who?" she scoffed. "I'd be happy to listen." Kix offered, he sounded sincere. Still… "I don't know if I can trust you." Evelyn said truthfully. She really did want to tell someone. "You can trust me. I'm a medic, I'm obligated to keep things confidential if you ask me to." That's a good point. "So, you promise not to tell anyone then?" Just to make sure. "I promise." And it was at those words that Evelyn told him about the crash.

"Someone close to me had run off and gotten himself lost and I volunteered to go looking for him. I had a vague idea of where he might be, but in the circumstances, that didn't mean anything. Then out of nowhere, something hit my ship. I banged my head on the side wall of the cockpit. I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but the next thing I knew, it was really hot. I felt like I was going to throw up. The dashboard was beeping at me and alarms were going off and I realised I was going down. But when I got hit, there wasn't any planets nearby, but I was definitely falling through some kind of atmosphere. I banged my head a few more times on the way down and my leg got stuck. My ship was slowed down a bit by some trees and skidded a fair way before stopping completely. At some point between the trees and it stopping, I was thrown forward and part of the dashboard, that had come loose, prevented me from smashing my head again. Unfortunately, to do so, it embedded itself in my stomach. And that's all I remember." Evelyn finished, looking at her hands that were currently resting in her lap. "That should have killed you, you know" Kix whispered. "Yeah." Evelyn replied, laughing humourlessly. "How?" Truthfully, Evelyn didn't really know why, but she had a pretty good idea what might have been the cause. "Really, I don't know. But I think it might have something to do with what you, no doubt, saw earlier." It was her turn to whisper this time. She was ashamed with herself, that she let go of her control, she could have hurt people. She could have hurt people…

The realisation hit her like a truck and she looked at him with wide eyes. "I didn't hurt anyone, did it?" she asked nervously. As soon as she'd asked she looked away from him, afraid of the answer. "Aside from yourself? No. You startled a few men and you definitely shocked the generals. But all you did was open a few stitches in your stomach." Kix explained and Evelyn let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence and Evelyn took the time to look around the quiet med bay, observing all of the injured, sleeping men around her. It had felt good to get the traumatic experience off of her chest and she now found herself ready to fall asleep. She had a sneaking suspicion that the pain medication Kix had put her on, was strong enough to help her sleep through the night. Her eyes landed back on Kix, still slumped in the chair and she smiled to herself. His eyes were closed, his breathing had evened out, and he was lightly snoring. He looked at peace. Evelyn carefully picked up the spare blanket from beside her bed and tentatively draped it over him, making sure not to open anymore of her wounds or to wake the sleeping man next to her.

Sighing in contentment, Evelyn closed her eyes, drifting off into sleep and willing the nightmares to stay away, even if it was just for a few hours.