A/N: I'm baaack! Truthfully I nearly forgot about this little gem but thanks to some really cool reviews I'm back on it. Now onward with this story and hopefully I'll get some good feedback from this chappie. –Rei

Oz supposed that he shouldn't be surprised. And on some levels he wasn't. The honey haired lycanthrope knew that Xander thumbed his nose at the powers regularly but the fact remained it was he who was surrounded by the voices of the Powers. Then the green eyed shifter supposed that once upon a time in a far off place it would be an honor to speak for the PTB, but again being a former Scooby and on the receiving end of a decree of said interloping pains in the ass Oz could honestly say that he despised and pitied the Oracles. Not that he would say, of course.

"You know why you're here." The oracle on the left stepped forward, presumably the female as Oz could not make heads nor tails of either of their' features in the white get up they were both sporting. But he could distinguish their' scents, "Xander told ya'll to fuck off." Not surprisingly the slaves of the Scooby Gang's former 'bosses' were not in the least bit offended. "Thus we appeal to you," this time the male moved forward, his steps almost completely silent against the ancient rock that encompassed the oracles' archaic home.

"I am a wolf." Oz stated as if that explained everything, and it did. Werewolves, like their' distant cousin the domestic wolf were always loyal to their pack. The episode with that manipulative if clever bitch notwithstanding, Oz had no attention of allowing himself to be painted into a corner. "Then you owe it to them." "To obey," the white clad seers began to circle. "The consequences will be insurmountable." "If you do not heed our words." Oz didn't bother tracking their' movements, unafraid. They might be masters of cryptic for as long as they existed, putting them around the age of dirt, but he was enigmatic embodied.

Plus he couldn't afford to lose this game. "You're getting repetitive." Still they circled determined to have their' way. "We have seen the future Sunnydale Wolf." "The demise of billions awaits." "Even your pack will not be spared." Oz cocked his head, "death happens regardless." And yet still the voices were patient, taunting him even as they tried to coerce the powers third chosen of this universe to do their masters' bidding. "Don't defy them." The feminine voice pleaded. "The cost is too great." The male's voice echoed with resounding force. Oz snorted, "Drama queens." Then suddenly, "OZ, WAKE UP!"

Slowly so as not to give into the temptation to start and kill whatever was invading his personal space, Oz opened his eyes. And was confronted by the crystal gaze of his charge, Anakin was practically in his lap, his mouth puckered into an impressive pout. The taciturn former Slayette watched him for a moment longer with an impressive stone still expression before standing to his feet without warning. The former slave fell back on his posterior with a protesting yell. 'Serves the cub right,' he thought the slightest bit miffed, even as his senses registered someone else in the room.

"We've arrived haven't we?" Qui-Gon looked part amused and part baffled as the prophecy child scrambled back to his feet with a glare. "Yes, you were meditating weren't you?" "Yes," Oz said no more as he walked passed the Jedi Knight and out of the small room that he had crept off to earlier to commune with his inner wolf. He still had no idea how he was going to deal with his 'furry problem' once they got to a planet with an actual moon cycle. Though he learned how not to go berserk during his transformations, and how to stave off the change Oz still couldn't prevent it from happening completely.

The fact that he would be in an almost completely different environment without the majority of his pack, not to mention a single cub served only to agitate the blue/blond werewolf further. Oz barely twitched as he joined the queen and the rest of her entourage near the descending ramp. Qui-Gon followed, joining his padawan's side just out of the way of said group. Anakin lagged behind quickly remembering to get his and his 'uncle's' things before joining him.

As the ramp finally lowered 'the queen' exited first, followed by and slightly behind and to the right of by the Nabooian captain, then the handmaidens, Jar Jar, droids, and finally the Jedi trailed by the young Skywalker and his guardian Wolf. They were all surrounded by the Nabooian security volunteers whom had escaped with them. They all headed towards the group of politicians assembled on the landing platform. After a few steps, both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stopped, watching he group walk on.

Anakin looked back, but Qui-Gon motioned for him and his guardian to continue with the group. The Queen came to a stop before the assembled party, and her emissary to the Republic, Senator Palpatine, greeted her with a warm smile and a polite bow. "It's a great relief to see you alive and well, Your Majesty." He offered, the gestured to the stately gentleman standing beside him. "May I present Supreme Chancellor Valorum?" Valorum was a tall, silver-haired man of indeterminate age, neither young nor old in appearance, but something of each, his bearing and voice strong, but his face and startling blue eyes tired and worried.

"Welcome, Your Highness," he said, smiling faintly. "It is an honor to finally meet you in person." Sabè nearly faltered under her painted mask. Even after all this time of playing the part of queen with all of its intrigues, she had been ready to hate the Chancellor. It was in fact his inaction that was one of the major causes of the suffering of her people. And for all his public service and good will the Chancellor was still a consummate pragmatist in that if conflict of any kind could be avoided he would do so. So surprisingly the decoy felt no real malice for him, only the deep and bone weary tiredness.

And this exhaustion manifested itself in stern but veiled rebuke, "I can only hope that our meeting will lead to a peaceful solution to this conflict that has endangered my home world." Stretching out his hand to take hers so that he could lead the queen off the air strip Valorum's stately mask didn't slip. "I must relay to you how distressed everyone is over the current situation on Naboo. I have called for a special session of the Senate so that you may present your request for relief." "I am grateful for your concern, Chancellor." The Queen replied quietly.

Near the Senate build, the Jedi temple stood. A massive pyramid, with four tall spires rising from its flat top, the Temple was unique among the massive skyscrapers that surrounded it. At the top, the Jedi Council chambers stood, a massive circular room opened to outside. Inside twelve seats resided humbly one for each Jedi council member. And in the center of the rooms stood Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, who were giving their report to the Council.

"My conclusion is that the one who attacked us on Tatooine is a Sith Lord." Jin finished his report quietly, watching as the assorted Masters pondered over his story. "A Sith Lord?" Mace Windu repeated slowly, the doubt clear in his voice. "Impossible!" Ki-Adi-Mundi exclaimed irritably. "The Sith have been gone for a millennium." "Threatened, the Republic is, if the Sith are involved." Yoda observed. The masters murmured to themselves for a moment, mulling over Yoda's words.

Finally, Mace spoke. "This is difficult to accept, Qui-Gon. I do not understand how the Sith could have returned without us knowing." The knight didn't necessarily disagree with him, not too long ago he too thought that it would be impossible for Sith to ever be resurrected. Yet still he said nothing knowing that retorting that they were there regardless of what 'they' might believe wouldn't make the situation any better. "Hard to see, the dark side is." Yoda retorted firm yet not unkindly. "Discover who this assassin is, we must."

"Perhaps he will reveal himself again." Ki-Adi-Mundi suggested, nodding to Qui-Gon. "Yes," Mace agreed warily. "This attack was with purpose that much is clear. The Queen is his target. Since he failed once, he may try again." "With this Naboo Queen, you must stay, Qui-Gon." Yoda said, pointing one diminutive finger at the Master. "Protect her, you must." "We shall use all of our resources to unravel this mystery and discover the identity of your attacker." He raised one hand in dismissal. "May the Force be with you, Qui-Gon Jinn."

Even as the other masters repeated the iconic phrase and Obi-wan moved to leave his master did not. The padawan couldn't help but sigh, he knew what was coming. Yoda looked at the Jedi master, curiosity ion his eyes. "More to say, have you, Qui-Gon Jinn?" "With your permission, my Master, I have encountered a vergence in the Force." Yoda's eyes widened. "A vergence, you say?" "Located around a person?" Mace asked.

Qui-Gon nodded. "A boy. His cells have the highest concentration of midi-chlorians I have ever seen in a life form." He paused. "It is possible he was conceived by mind-chlorians." "You refer to the prophecy, of the one who will bring balance to the Force. You believe it is this boy." Mace stated. Qui-Gon held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I don't presume-" "But you do!" Yoda snapped. "Revealed, your opinion is!" Qui-Gon shot a look over his shoulder at his student and shrugged, as if to say 'I tried.'

"With you permission, there is more. An even bigger mystery, when I met the boy's mother I was also introduced to another family. All of whom I believe to be force adepts, one of them, Osborne Wolf fought with the Sith and was unharmed." He said honestly. Mace rocked back in his chair at that. "Impossible." Again Qui-Gon held back the urge to retort. This was neither the time nor the place. "I request that both the boy and his guardian be tested." "To be trained as a Jedi, you request for them?" Yoda asked softly and dare he think it, incredulously.

He nodded. "Finding them was the will of the Force. I have no doubt of it. There is too much happening here for it to be anything else." Mace Windu held up a hand to stave off further debate. "Bring them before us, then. The Council will test the boy- "And question the guardian myself, I will." Yoda interrupted. His fellow council members looked toward him, shocked that the greatest amongst them would take such a task.

Suddenly he focused on the door, "Enter Jedi Tara." The door slid open, revealing a average brown eyed dark blond haired human woman garbed in Jedi beige. She moved quickly and almost soundlessly to stand slightly behind Obi-Wan, bowing her head deeply. "Masters, I bring news from the Senate." She didn't dare glance up even as her quiet voice seemed to ensnare the room. Jedi Knight Tara McClay was only knighted recently at the age of twenty. She was always quiet shy, even to those she known for years. And no one could really explain why.

Tara like all Jedi grew up in the temple and there was no way to explain why she simply had very low self-esteem. It was only through many pain-staking years of work on her master's part that Tara was able to achieve the status of knight, and everyone very much doubted if the still shy woman would ever earn the title of master. She continued speaking as if she didn't know what everyone in that room was thinking. "The Naboo Queen made her case before the Supreme Chancellor. However, when the Chancellor bowed to the bureaucrats, The Queen called for a vote of no confidence. It is being put through even as we speak."

The room was suddenly filled with chatter, as the Masters discussed what this would mean for the Republic. Yoda's voice brought them all back to attention. "Escalating, this crisis is." The diminutive Jedi turned his hard gaze onto Qui-Gon. "Before us, the Skywalker and Wolf you must bring them at once." "Master," Qui-Gon said reverently, bowing in respect, than turning to stride out of the door, Obi-Wan following closely behind.