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Beautiful

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(Y/n)'s POV
"Get some rest Padawan, you had quite a long day almost getting killed and all," Master Skywalker leaned against the wall by my door and waved it open, "And I mean it, rest, no late night adventures with Tano." He said sternly before gesturing towards the dark room.

Before entering, I turned the light on to illuminate the darkness and give me comfort, "I will Master, and thank you for going in after me and-" I touched my neck, remembering how he healed all of the marks and bruises, "Well thank you for everything today, I wouldn't be alive without you." I still couldn't stand the guy and the attitude he gave me all the way home, but he did save my life and I'm not unmannerly enough to not give him gratitude for it.

He nodded with a bored expression, "Thank me by being well rested for our training session in the morning," He pushed himself off of the wall and went to walk down the hallway, and not towards his room across from me. But if I remember correctly, he had a drink date with Master Kenobi, cute, "Quick question though," He paused and turned back before I was able to close the door, "If you don't like the dark—which it's understandable why—do you sleep with the light on?"

I nodded with a low sigh, it's inconvenient and kind of difficult, but thanks to my lovely PTSD it's the only option I have, "I do, yes."

He furrowed his brows as he looked behind me, inside of the bright room, "Isn't it difficult to fall asleep, or I don't know, distracting?"

I folded my arms with another nod, "It's not easy and sometimes I don't feel like I get the proper amount of rest I need, but it's the only way I feel safe." It sounds stupid and I know it sounds stupid, but I can't help but feel that way. Every time I'm in the dark, I get flashbacks or I see distorted images in the darkness, like I'm reliving that nightmare all over again.

"Hm," He hummed with a nod, "Maybe we should get you a dimmer, it might help." He suggested before turning on his heels and walking down the hall, "Goodnight, and be at the training room at nine am tomorrow, no later, and please shower, you smell," He spoke aloud for me to hear as he continued to walk away.

"You smell too, arrogant jerk," I said low, closing the door.

He actually didn't since apparently when I was in the medical wing, he took a shower and changed into a clean pair of robes that he brought along with him. And when I asked to do the same, his response was, 'we don't have time'— you would think almost dying together would help us bond, but no, he's still the same condescending jerk he was before I almost got eaten by a giant fish.

I took off the outfit that smelt like salt water and fish, and dropped it onto the floor, "Gross," I kicked the pile into a corner and walked to my personal bathroom where I turned on the warm shower. Upon stepping inside, I sighed with relief, basking in the warm water that was like it's own personal therapy.  I turned around and let the warm stream massage the aching muscles on my back. I closed my eyes and relished in the blissful peace.

I was in a moment of tranquility, one that was unfortunately interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. Thinking it was my Master and that he had forgotten something, I turned off the water and stepped out as I threw my robe around me to hide my exposed body.

I rushed to answer the door as my hair dripped on the floor behind me, and opened it to reveal none other than my best friend, "No," I pointed at her as soon as her mouth opened, "I had a rough day and all I want to do is sleep." Although I do love our late night snack runs, my body was tense and I felt like I was going to pass out at any second.

She held her hands up in defense, "I wasn't going to ask you to go anywhere with me. I just wanted to come in and hear how your day went, but if you're too tired then we can just talk tomorrow-"

"It's fine," I moved to the side and gestured for her to come in, "As long as you don't mind me finishing my shower first." I've been dying to tell her about today actually, I always tell this girl everything.

With an excited smile on her face, she strutted inside, "I don't mind waiting, you kinda smell weird." She scrunched her nose and I rolled my eyes while closing the door.

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Anakin's POV
"Sorry I'm late, my Padawan almost died, I got eaten by a fish, and then it blew up." I sat down at the bar stool next to Obi-Wan and waved at the bartender to give me my usual.

Obi-Wan slowly turned in his stool to look at me with a bewildered expression, "I'm sorry, what?" He asked for clarification.

I smiled as I grabbed the glass that was quickly slid in front of me, "Thanks," I mumbled before giving my attention to my former mentor, "Don't worry I made sure she didn't die, she's at the temple in bed as we speak," Or at least she better be, there's no way she'll survive a training session tomorrow without any rest after the day we had, "But remind me to kill you for dropping this responsibility on me." I sighed taking a large drink of the throat burning scotch.

The last thing  I wanted was a Padawan and today was a prime example as to why that is. If she dies, it's on me, and I don't know if I can live with that on my conscious. I already have one innocent death weighing on me, I couldn't bear another.

"We'll come back to the fish story later," He sipped on his beer, which was disgusting to me. I'm more of a hard liquor guy since beer smells like straight pee in my opinion, but to each is their own, "Yoda and I already told you Anakin that training a Padawan is an amazing privilege and should be celebrated," He raised his glass up while I continued to stare at him in annoyance, "And you got lucky, you got one that's incredibly gifted, smart, brave-"

"Brave," I scoffed with an eye roll, "She can't even be in a dark room without dropping into the fetal position."

He gave me a scolding glare, "Shes been through something traumatic Anakin, have a little more sympathy."

"Most of us have been through something traumatic," I retaliated in a snap, the image of my mother taking her last breath in my arms flooded my mind. I blinked the tears away and took a drink of my scotch. Whoever said drinking alcohol is medicine for the wounds on the inside, knew exactly what they were talking about.

Obi-Wan sighed, knowing what I was referring to- he's basically been my therapist since it happened and it's safe to say he's done a shitty job so far, "That doesn't make the things she's gonna through any less important, nor does it makes her feelings invalid," He lectured me in a soft, understanding tone.

"I know it doesn't, but-"

"No buts, think about it Anakin, you both lost a mother figure and are in need of healing. You two are a perfect match wether you like it or not, and I think instead of moping around about it, you should embrace this opportunity and use your shared experiences to form a stronger bond." He dropped his beer glass onto the bar-top, causing some of it to spill out of the glass. I wonder how many drinks he's had since before I showed up, he seems to already be tipsy.

I sighed as I drank the last of my drink, "Fine, I'll have more patience," Although I have no idea how to get rid of her fear, I'm not exactly a skilled therapist, "But there's still the other issue, what if she dies?"

"And what if she doesn't?" He countered, "Give her more credit, she's an impressive padawan," He's not wrong there, despite a few incidents, she holds up well and fights like a fully trained knight. It's really only her attitude that needs some adjusting.

"And all these Jedi dying around this war are impressive too, but things happen and what if she's put in a position and she can't save herself or I can't save her?" I waved the bartender over to fill my glass again, my worry and anxiety rising in my chest. If I couldn't save my own mother, then how can I possibly save her if she needs me?

I turned to look at Obi-Wan, and he smiled as he placed his heavy hand on my shoulder, nearly knocking me out of the chair, "And you think I didn't have the same fears about you? It's natural to be worried when a life is in your hands, you just have to have a little faith in her and teach her everything I taught you - she'll be okay if you do, just as you are always okay," He dropped his down and grabbed his beer that was suddenly full again; I didn't even see him finish the last one or ask for another, "Now let's get into a more happy topic," His smile was a bit sloppy and I already knew I was going to have to cut him off soon and carry him to the temple, "Now, you said you got eaten by a fish?" He sipped his beer.

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(Y/n)'s POV
As soon as I finished telling Ahsoka about my entire day, her jaw was almost to the floor, "What the f-" She paused to keep the profanity from leaving her lips, "That sounds like it was awesome, all I did here was saber practice," She groaned with slight envy as she laid back on my bed.

I chuckled with a head shake, she really is the insane one out of the two of us, "It wasn't awesome 'Soka, the ocean was terrifying and freezing." I shivered, still feeling like I was submerged in the icy depths. I hope to the gods that I never have to experience anything like that again - I'll take a field of droids over one sea creature any day.

"But it sounds adventurous and I-" She paused and sat up quickly when we both heard a crash from outside the door, followed by giggling. We both looked at each other for a second before getting off the bed to see what was going on.

As soon as the door slid open, we both stopped in our steps and stared down at our Masters who were on the floor giggling to each other, "Are they drunk?" Ahsoka asked in a whisper, and I nodded.

"Sh," Master Kenobi put his fingers to his lips as he lifted his body up and leaned against the wall between their doors, "You're gonna wake the Padawans."

My Master was leaning against the wall as well, laughing without a care in the world, "I told you I shouldn't have that fourth drink," He pushed Kenobi's shoulder playfully with a wide smile. This image was so wholesome, I knew they were close, but I didn't know how close until seeing them together this way. You would think you were looking at two true brothers, "Hey wait, where are we?" He looked around until his eyes landed on mine.

I stood there in the doorway with my arms crossed and a cocked brow, "Have a fun night Master?"

"Damn it Anakin, you woke them," Master Kenobi slurred his words as he threw his arms up in the air.

My Master snapped his head in his direction with a look of disbelief, "I woke them? You're the one who fell and brought me down with you." He hit his shoulder again, this time with much more aggression. Ahsoka next to me was giggling in amusement, and I have agree, this was entertaining.

Master Kenobi gestured to the hall, "Well who installed a moving floor?"

I shook my head as Ahsoka spoke, "It's not moving Master."

He furrowed his brows as he placed his hands on the floor, "Well it feels like it's moving." He said with astonishment.

Ahsoka and I looked at each other, "You get yours and I'll get mine." I sighed and uncrossed my arms to help Master Skywalker up from the floor as Ahsoka helped Master Obi-Wan - even though leaving him on the floor was a tempting thought, but I'm not as big of a jerk as he is, "Come on," I grabbed his arms and pulled him up from the floor.

"I can stand on my own," He complained a she tried releasing himself from my hold.

I rolled my eyes and waved open his bedroom door, "Oh yeah? How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked and he gazed at my hand way too long than what was necessary.

"Four." He said with utter confidence, looking back into my eyes.

I dropped my hand down and continued to help him inside, "It was two, now stop being stubborn before you trip, fall, and hurt yourself." I pulled him into his room, and dropped him onto his bed, where he proceeded to giggle like a child.

"I said four, I really did drink too much," He said it like it was the funniest thing in the galaxy.

This is the guy who is supposed to bring balance to the force and destroy the Sith? I pray for us all if that's true.

I sighed again and pulled off his heavy boots, "Alcoholic," I mumbled, tossing his boots to the side. Here I am taking care of my Master when it's supposed to be the other way around.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not an alcoholic, I only drink on occasion." He defended himself as I placed his legs on the bed and pulled the comforter over him. He definitely owes me at least an extra hour of sleep in the morning for doing this for him.

"Right, now goodnight and I'll see you tomorrow at ten." I turned away from him to go back to my own room.

"Nine," He corrected me sternly.

"It's ten now since I wasted precious time helping you," I wasn't budging, and besides, I doubt he's going to be in the mood to get up early anyway - he's one hundred percent going to have a hangover.

"You know," He continued talking in a slight slur, it wasn't as bad as Master Kenobi's, but it was still obvious he had one too many, "You'd actually be beautiful if you didn't have such an ugly and annoying attitude." He was now laying on his side with his crystal, blood shot eyes on me.

I wanted to laugh, the fact that he thinks I'm the one with the attitude is hilarious. I was respectful at first, until he gave me attitude first, then I matched what he was giving. He just doesn't like that for once, someone isn't going to take his crap.

I turned my head to face him with an amused smile, "You know, I can say the same about you."

He smiled back, narcissistically, "Are you admitting you find me attractive (y/n)?"

I scoffed with an excessive eye roll, that would be all he took from that - the narcissism really wasn't a rumor, "See you at ten." I walked out of his room and waved the door closed behind me.

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Sorry if it was a bit boring, these beginning chapters will have a bit of talking and that's just me leading up to the more exciting stuff, as well as getting some character development  in❤️
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