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Sorry for any typos, I wrote this at work on my breaks and didn't get to edit it much!

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Fuck, the council.

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Luke's POV
With my heart racing, I set my Mom down on the floor at the entrance of the cave, "I'm sorry," I breathed, knowing the sand was likely uncomfortable. But now, I needed to hide.  They were coming for her and I know they had to have felt her by now. I wouldn't be able to talk myself out of this if they saw me here, I would just become suspect number one.

I followed Ahsoka and Anakin to Dathomir, I heard what the night sisters had to say. That's how I knew where she was and that is also how I know that they are on this very planet, searching for her. The reason I decided to leave her here instead of anywhere else, at least I know here she would be found.

"I'll see you again soon," I kissed her forehead and she began to move. She was waking up.

(Y/n)'s POV
I sat up with a gasp, my quick movements causing the sand below me to lift and fly around me, getting in my eyes, hair, and mouth. I coughed and stuck my tongue out before using my sleeve to wipe the grains off, then I wiped my eyes, "Where the—" I looked at my surroundings, my vision was a little blurry and my eyes were watering, but I could there was nothing except sand and rocks.

Where am I? How did I get here?

I placed my hand on my head, my mind felt like it was splitting in half. I tried to think about what had happened to me to get me here, but my mind was coming up blank. The last thing I remember was the ball, and Anakin and.. then nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing that can tell me how I ended up here. My time was gone, but exactly how much time?

What if I was gone weeks? Months? Does everyone think I'm dead?

Am I dead?

I slowly stood up and looked around once more, other than the rocks and sand was a large hole in the ground. It was dark and I felt a gust of cold wind rise from it, which was odd seeing as this place was well above a hundred despite the lack of suns.

Then I heard it, a familiar rumbling in the sky. I looked up and almost screamed with relief. I know that shop anywhere, it was my Masters.

I waved my hands and yelled, hoping to be heard or seen. The ship hovered about a hundred feet above, and soon the door on the side opened revealing my savior. Anakin crouched and looked down in the darkness, "Anakin!" I yelled his name and within a second he had jumped from the ship and landed not far from me.

He ran the moment his legs touched the ground and in a second he had me in his arms. He hugged me tight, holding my head to his chest, "Don't you ever," His voice cracked, "Ever scare me like that again." He loosened the hug to hold my face in his palms, "What the hell happened to you?"

"I—" I shook my head, his hands falling from my cheeks, "I don't know, I don't know where I am and I don't know how I got here." My eyes watered.

He furrowed his brows, "What is the last thing you remember?"

I swallowed nervously, his lips on mine flashed before my very eyes, "Um, us in the—"

He held his hand up to stop me, "That was almost twenty-four hours ago." He put his hand down and took a minute to examine our surroundings, "You went missing after I left the bathroom, and it looked like there was a fight. You were gone but the bathroom was covered in your blood. A few other Jedi lost their lives too so we all thought..." He leaned forward and rested his forehead on me. His eyes stared intently into mine and for a moment I saw a flash of red and sunlight behind him before the image was gone, "We'll figure out who did this to you, but for now let's get you home so you can rest."

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"That's enough," Anakin grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him. He glared at the council who were questioning me like I was the villain in this story, "Shes a victim and that's all there is to it."

"She has no memories," Master Piell, switched his gaze between us, "Awfully convenient, and not to mention she's the only one alive. Why is that?"

Master Yoda tapped his cane on the floor, "An odd situation this has been, but one of us, she is. Betray us, she did not."

"Thank you Master Yoda," Anakin softened his composure, but only a little, "Now if that will be all, she needs to see a nurse and get some rest." During the ship ride home, Anakin examined my body and found multiple scrapes, cuts, and bruises. Nothing life threatening, but he was worried about potential infections.

"A moment young Skywalker," Master Yoda stopped us from leaving, "Speak with your padawan alone, I wish to."

"After, she gets care." My Master negotiated, "With all due respect. She has wounds still bleeding and sand in her lungs."

Master Yoda nodded, "In the morning young Padawan, come and see me."

"Yes Master Yoda." I bowed with respect before Anakin dragged me out of the council chambers, "You don't have to hold me so hard." I tugged my arm from his grasp.

He sighed, "I'm sorry, they just..." He paused in the hallways and ran his hands through his hair, "The way they were speaking to you was infuriating. You've been through enough, you didn't deserve to be interrogated like that."

It was my turn to comfort him tonight, "Master Yoda has faith in me, and you have faith in me, that's all that matters." I do admit that from their perspective it doesn't look good. Jedi died that night except me who turned up on a strange planet, alive, with no memories as to what happened. I'd think it would be strange if they didn't question me.

He released a long breath with slow nods, appearing to calm himself down, "Let's take you to the medical wing, I want to make sure you're okay."

"I am, it's just cuts and bruises and I really don't think there is sand in my lungs." I felt he was a bit dramatic with that part. I was having trouble breathing on our way here, but I blame that on anxiety more than anything. He gave me horror stories of the night I went missing, and then there's the mystery of where I had been for twenty-four hours. Any normal person would have trouble comprehending that.

He folded his arms over his chest, "I'd feel better if you saw a professional."

"Anakin please," I begged, "I just want to go to my room, I want to rest, I want to sleep, I want my head on a soft pillow in a place I feel safe."

He stared at me for a moment and I could see he was contemplating on what to do, "Fine, but I'll be staying in your room with you in case you suffocate in your sleep or bleed out." Dramatic.

"You don't—"

"That's the deal I'm offering, take it or leave it." He stood his ground and I knew I had no choice but to agree. And if I'm being completely honest, I didn't necessarily hate the idea, it's just that I know a conversation about what happened between us in that bathroom is coming; and I had no idea how that was going to go or what was going to be said.

"Fine," I agreed and we walked side by side to my room. It was in this moment too I decided to be the one to start the long awaited conversation, "Listen, Anakin, about what happened—"

"Shh," He shushed me just as a pair of Jedi walked down the hall beside us, going the way we were leaving, "Not out here." I swallowed my words and stayed quiet the rest of the walk. It wasn't until we were inside my room with the door closed behind us that we spoke again, "What happened was..." He trailed off, looking down at the floor as I took off the robe he had placed over me hours ago on the ship.

I tossed the robe on my bed and winced at the pain that shot up my left arm, where I had the majority of my injuries, "If you're going to call it a mistake, I don't want to hear it."

"I wasn't," He looked up, "I was going to say, unbelievable. But—" He slowly closed the distance between us, "That doesn't mean it should have happened, it shouldn't have. We....can't." His expression held pain.

"We can't what?" I asked for clarification.

His breathing grew heavy, "We shouldn't be having this conversation right now, you need to rest."

"We can't what?" I repeated.

"(Y/n)," He warned me, "Don't..."

"Do you love me?" The question left my lips before I even knew what I was saying. But it's exactly what I've been wanting to ask ever since he kissed me the way that he did, "Yes or no?" I asked when I only got a silent stare in response.

"I don't know." He backed away, "I can't answer that right now, I don't know." His words stung, I had hoped for a yes.

"Well I love you." Tears filled my eyes, "I don't know why, you're insufferable and extremely difficult to deal with. But I do, gods I do and I hate it." Once I started I couldn't stop, every-time the air went silent the awkwardness of it kept me going, thinking I was helping the situation. I was likely making it worse, "I know it's against everything we swore to abide by, and if I had a choice I would not be feeling this way."

Our eyes remained in each other and he looked more and more uncomfortable with each word I said.

"I could be dead right now, but for some reason I'm not. So I'm taking this opportunity to tell you this because at any moment one of us could really be dead and then there'd be nothing but regret."

"(Y/n)—"

"If you don't feel the same, fine. But then why the hell did you kiss me—"

He grabbed my face and brought our lips together. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, they were so strong I almost laughed from the intensity of it. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt pain around my body, but I ignored it to enjoy this moment.

"I feel the same," He mumbled against my lips. He kissed me harder and moved me back until I was against the wall. He paused for air, resting his forehead on mine, "I've always felt the same, ever since I saw your stupid, beautiful smile."

"I love you Anakin." I said again, gazing into his eyes.

"I—" He trailed his finger along my lips, "I don't know anything about love, but I think this is it." He whispered, bringing his finger down until he reached the collar of my shirt, "I can't breathe without you, I can't think without you, I feel like I barely exist without you. I die at the sound of your voice, I feel something inside of me when I look into your eyes. It feels so warm, and you make me feel whole. I would do just about anything for you. If that is what love is then I do, I love you too." He kissed me again and the tears we both shared twisted together.

What about the council? What would they do if they found out about this, about us?

Fuck, the council.

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