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A Clever Boy

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Anakin's POV
I gazed down at the blue jewel in my palm, closing my fist tight. A night that was supposed to be a fun and stress-free environment came to the worst possible ending. (Y/n) was gone and I had no idea how to find her. Her tracker wasn't in her possession and I couldn't feel her anymore.

In a split second it was like she disappeared from existence.

Every Jedi that was currently at the temple had crowded into the council chambers. The doors were open and the hallways were filled with those that couldn't fit in. Six Jedi murdered and one missing. Was she dead too? There was so much blood in that bathroom, along with a piece of fabric from her dress. Her being taken didn't make sense, not with many others being killed and left out in the open to be spotted quickly. Unless she was sought after, but who would want a padawan and why?

I appeared calm right now, but I was far from it. I don't trust the council not to throw me in a cage somewhere for acting irrationally so I'm here, listening and appearing somewhat unaffected as they want me to — us Jedi shouldn't show too much emotion remember? Soon I'll take matters into my own hands, without their knowledge.

They wouldn't approve of my methods.

I side-glanced Obi-Wan whose hairs became lightly more gray from the stress of the night. Or at least it appeared so, "It's not a separatist attack." He sighed as many shouted in anger. They wanted to attack and now. So many friends lost tonight, so many broken hearts in the room.

So much for not letting our emotions get to us,

"How is he so sure?" Ahsoka whispered next to me.

We leaned on the wall together, her arms crossed while my fingers played with the blue jewel, "Lightsaber wounds," I sighed, "Dooku is dead and he was the only force sensitive being involved with the separatists." That we know of..

"So it was one of our own?" She quietly gasped.

I shrugged, "That's what they're trying to figure out." And me, I had no theories, none. I was lost on where to begin in my search. Unfortunately (y/n) was listed as deceased like the others, just not found yet, but to me she's alive. I will not stop looking for her until I see a body.

Luke was quiet on the other side of me, a meter or two away. He tapped his foot impatiently, "This isn't right," He mumbled, "This isn't supposed to happen."

"Bad things happen all the time for no reason. It's how this galaxy works unfortunately." I mumbled back even though I'm sure he wasn't speaking to me, but to himself. He was in shock, he found one of the bodies and the scene in the bathroom, he hasn't taken a normal breath since.

He looked at me and pressed his lips together before looking away, "I need a moment." He stepped away and fought through the crowd to leave.

"She's still alive you know, she's tough." Ahsoka whispered close to my ear. Although I wasn't sure who she was trying to convince; me or herself.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "She better be."

Where are you?

(Y/n)'s POV
Slowly, I opened my eyes and rolled over on my side. I was warm, the scent of the fabric around smelt familiar, it smelt like Anakin.

Anakin.

I opened my eyes fully and sat up in the bed. The last thing I recall is the black shadow, he did something to me, he put me to sleep. I thought I was gonna die by his hands, but he was... gentle, the last thing I'd expect from an individual who reeked of evil. There was enough of it within the force to make it hard to breathe.

I rubbed my eyes before dropping my hands down on the comforter and eyed my surroundings. It was a room; dimly lit by a single low volt near the bed, the rest plunged into complete darkness with only a few sections of the room visible. It was an ominous atmosphere, "Hello?" I called out.

As if my voice was a trigger, every light in the room turned on. I jumped in surprise, slightly hugging the black silk to my chest.

Where the hell am I?

I slowly removed the blanket from me and placed my bare feet on the cold metal floor. That's when I realized I was no longer in Padmé's dress, I had a long black t-shirt and baggy shorts that hardly fit properly.

My stomach twisted in a knot at the idea of a stranger dressing me and seeing.. well everything.

I walked towards the door of the room and attempted to get it open, even going as far as to use the force which had no effect whatsoever, "Force resistant door? Seriously?" I groaned in annoyance as I slammed my fists on the metal door, immediately it opened and I took a quick step back.

For a moment there I thought my rage was enough to provide me with an exit, but I was wrong when I saw that familiar dark figure standing on the other side of the now open doorway. He opened it.

He slowly stepped into the room, stopping just a foot away from me, "Who are you?" He demanded in a menacing tone, "And why do you look like..." He didn't finish his sentence, his robotic voice trailing off into almost a whisper.

My breathing grew heavy, my chest tight, "You're the one who kidnapped me. I should be asking you who you are." I was scared but my demeanor didn't let it show, I had to be strong and hold my guard up, anything could happen to me here.

He tilted his head to the side, before grabbing one of two lightsabers from his belt. He held one up towards me before dropping it to the floor where it landed and rolled to my feet. I recognized the handle, sort of. It was mine, I could tell by the engraving of my initials on the side— an engraving Anakin told me NOT to do—but the design seemed... off. It felt like mine, but at the same time it didn't.

"Pick it up," He said, grabbing the other lightsaber from his belt.

He ignited it. The red light bounced off of the black helmet hiding his identity from me, making him look all the more menacing. He walked around me, his head turning so he could keep his eyes locked on me.

I slowly picked up the lightsaber from the floor, but I didn't turn it on just yet, "You want me to fight you?"

He nodded, "One thing about the Jedi is that fighting techniques used are unique based on the individual. Everyone steps differently, moves differently, and wields differently," He spoke to me as if he was a teacher giving a lesson, "Yes the execution is typically the same and there are similarities, but our movements are like fingerprints. So if you are not who you appear to be, I'll know."

"And who do you think I am?" I questioned curiously. Does this mean that if he got the wrong person, I can go free? Or will he kill me now, frustrated by his mistake.

Without answering my question, he came for me. I ignited the lightsaber in my grasped and blocked his attack with barely a second to spare. The blades seared together as red and purple sparks flew between us. I took multiple steps backwards to avoid falling from the force of his attacks. He didn't fight like any Jedi, he fights like a Sith. There's so much anger, hate, and aggression, I could practically smell it on him the second he came into the room.

Thankfully I was able to defend myself and I feel like that was only because he was going easy—in his own way. He'd slightly pause between hits to give me a chance to have balance and anytime his weapon was about to touch my skin, he'd retract. It was almost as if he didn't truly want to harm me.

I went backwards as much as I could before tripping over a small wooden table and landing on top of it with a groan. It was like I forgot I was a Jedi in his presence, something about him made me feel so inferior—I've never felt something like it before.

My weapon flew out of my hand when my back hit the cold wood. I fluttered my eyes back open as quick as I could and saw the red light coming right for me. But just when I thought my life would be over, he stopped. His weapon was barely an inch from my face, hell maybe even less. One small movement and it would have burned me, I could feel the heat on my face, making me sweat.

My breathing was frantic and I caught the glimpse of my attacker behind the sizzling air. My eyes landed on his eyes, I could slightly make them out through the red lenses, "If you're gonna kill me, then do it." I said boldly.

I'm response to what I said, he turned his weapon off and took a single step back while placing his lightsaber back on his belt. In one swift motion, he used the force to pull me from the table so we could be face to face, my nose and his helmet nearly touching as I dangled about half a foot in the air, "Tell me your name."

"Fuck off." Was my immediate response. I wish I didn't have the mouth that I do, it's gonna be the death of me.

His next response took me by surprise. He didn't put his blade through my stomach like I was assuming, nor did he hurt me in anyway...he just—laughed.

He released his hold on me and I slowly touched the ground once again, "I feel like I haven't laughed like that in years."

"Congratulations." I moved away from him, this time avoiding the table, "Now who the hell are you and why did you bring me here?" I demanded, "When my Master comes for me," and I know he will, "You'll regret this mistake."

He remained silent, nothing could be heard in this room except for his breathing and the water filtering through an aquarium.

"How old are you?" I opened my mouth to give him the same response as earlier, but he cut me off, "And don't give me any attitude. Not if you want to live to see tomorrow:" He threatened, though it felt empty.

"Eighteen." I muttered.

Once again, silence.

This time it went on much longer and I could feel my heart rate rising with each passing second as I grew more and more nervous, "So," I broke the silence that was making me uncomfortable, "As you know, I'm young and I have a long life ahead of me so it would be appreciated if you would let me go home."

He tilted his head again, but said nothing.

"And, my Master is Anakin Skywalker," I continued and I felt a shift in his demeanor, "And he's not the person you want to piss off, believe me." Did I think this scare tactic would work? Likely not, but I was desperate in this moment that made me feel powerless.

"It really is you," He spoke low, raising his hand to touch my face. His glove was cold, it sent shivers through my body and my reaction was to back away from his touch, "My sweet girl, you're not supposed to be here, are you?"

Sweet girl?

"I'm glad we agree on something." I don't think I've ever been as confused as I am now.

"So, it seems I now know where Luke has been. What a clever boy."

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Please don't kill me, I had a lot going on
Also, I'm at work so if there's typos, I'll get to them later! Point them out if you see them too since sometimes I'm blind as hell and miss things!
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