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WARNING: Nothing lol. Just slight dirty talk and curse words.

A/N: This one is dedicated to daxy! Thanks for your support, love! and special thanks for being the first person to ever read Phoenix in Wattpad :)

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Phoenix's POV

Qui-Gon had a blank look, any emotion that was once on his face was completely washed out after reading the message in the commlink. The curiosity I had for the matter multiplied by ten after his reaction and I couldn't hold my tongue.

—What is it? What does it say? —I frowned, stepping closer so I could scan the little object again.

Qui-Gon was left speechless, shaking his head slowly and in robotic motions, like trying to deny any hesitation in the air.

—N-No, this seems... quite inofensive. I don't actually think it means something. Umm... yeah, it actually looks like it could be garbage. Where did you find it again? —he asked, finally looking me in the eyes. His gaze was widened, but he tried to smile so I would confuse the little wrinkles around his eyelids as a sign of the grin, not his concern. Needless to say, I was not convinced.

—It was property of an old rebel leader. I took it from him after he sent a voice message with it. I didn't hear what he said, but it seemed like it was a distress signal. —I shrugged my shoulders.

—Mmm... interesting. —He looked back down to it and quickly returned to me. — Thanks Phoenix, I will examine it a bit further, in case we find any important intel on it. — He plastered a smile, a real one this time, however, desperation never left his features.

—Sure, Master. Anything else I can help with? —I asked, praying that he would let me go to my chambers, to hide for the rest of the day.

—Yeah, can you please locate Obi-Wan and tell him to come meet me? —He sat on his chair again and brought the crystal cup back to his lips and took a little slurp.

— Of course, Master. I will do that right now. —I bowed to him and Qui-Gon let me go with a hand gesture.

— The Force shall free you. —He tilted his head.

—The Force shall free me. —And I exited the room, looking for my friend.

Once I stepped foot outside Qui-Gon's office, I felt like a thousand pounds were lifted off my chest for two big reasons: I've never liked that room, it was my grandfather's old office and the aura in there has always felt life-sucking to me, even when his presence was missing. And second, apparently and to my great luck, Qui-Gon doesn't suspect a thing about me and Anakin. He isn't the snitch I thought. And I planned to keep it that way, I just needed to get used to the idea of facing him. Because of that, I was careful enough to avoid the route I previously took, so I wouldn't meet Anakin. Just like I suspected, Obi-Wan was standing in the lobby, right where I left him. He was walking in circles, pulling nervously from his beard. Hell, so this commlink is no joke...

— Hey, Obi. —I whispered-yelled. He quickly turned himself to me and walked closer.

—How did it go? What did he say? —He talked low, almost like he didn't want anyone to know that we were speaking.

—He is looking for you. He wants you to go... —I grimaced at the secretive aspect of it all. Now I truly want to know.

—Oh, ok. I'm on my way then. —Obi-Wan rushed his pace, not before I intervened and cut him off.

—What is happening, Obi-Wan? This doesn't seem like anything to me. —I poked his chest with my finger and squinted my eyes, pressuring him to give some answers.

—Look Phoenix, I know this is all very weird, but it may all be for nothing. —He smiled teethless, almost like he didn't want to give that much hope.

—But-

—Just trust Qui-Gon, I know he will explain everything soon, okay? — He grabbed me by my shoulders and gave me a little forehead kiss. Even though the gesture was incredibly intimate, I took it as a fraternal demonstration of appreciation and I silently thanked him for the reassurement. Then after, he made his way to Emperor Jinn. For my part, I wandered around for a couple of minutes, checking that Anakin wasn't near the area and I escaped to my room with the intention of meditating on my personal terrace and relaxing until my meeting later in the afternoon with my legion. As I walked to my room, I hurried my pace as I felt the familiar headache form...

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Qui-Gon's POV

—Do you actually believe it's possible? —Obi-Wan and I were staring directly at the commlink on my desk, not moving, barely breathing. Both of us were scared as if something was going to pop out from the screen.

—I don't know, that's why I called you. —I turned around and walked around the room. —Is it possible that one of them escaped? — I sighed, confused.

—There's no way. All of the known Jedi were murdered on the Temple and the ones that were out on missions had at least a legion of clones with them. One of them surviving doesn't add up. —Obi-Wan shook his head and grabbed the artifact, trying to inspect it further.

—I already tried that. It's some kind of technology that deletes the messages after some time. I'm surprised that one hasn't disappeared. —I rubbed my temples, seeking some peace in all of this mess.

—And how sure are we that this is a surviving Jedi? The rebels could have easily stolen their tacky little phrase as a political campaign. You know how the Jedi represented hope to all of them. —Obi-Wan grimaced at the last part. —We shouldn't get ourselves so worked up about it. We must be mindful.

Even when we had all of the odds with us, this doubt inside of my brain could not be shaken. Not only did the message follow the Jedi mantra, but it was written in an ancient code that no common mortal should know. There was no way it was just a coincidence.

—What about the secret language? Is that a political move too? —I hummed angrily, looking through the glass.

But Obi-Wan was right. If I let myself lose control over this, nothing good will come out of it. What I needed to do was to collect myself and start a rigorous investigation on the matter. And that started in the very place where it all began. Oh wow, I truly understand Phoenix, this view is magical.

—I think we need to dig deeper on this; the code was no coincidence and we need to get the upper hand while we have it. —My body faced Obi-Wan and he nodded. — So the first thing that we have to do is to check any discrepancies on the night of Order 66. Were you the one in charge of the Temple or was that Anakin? — I asked, pulling out some records from my archive.

—It was Anakin, I was in Mustafar with the Trade Federation. —He sat on the edge of the desk and revised some papers as well. I guessed he was looking for the same thing I was.

—And are those dead? —My witty question came out with the company of a sarcastic raised eyebrow, to which Obi-Wan laughed.

—Yes, Qui-Gon, I highly doubt they can live without a head. —He shook his head as he passed through the pages.

—Did you learn your lesson of sliding up the throat, not the waist? —I couldn't hold on the chuckle and I let it go, my joy rubbing on him.

—At least I wasn't the one lying on the floor. —he huffed. —Ha-ha, very funny, Christmas Jedi. —He smiled fakely at me, but I was way too confused by his comment.

—Christmas Jedi? What? —I scrunched my nose.

—You know, hol-ey knight- —And he bursted into laughter and I coughed, unbelievably.

—What the hell? That was a low blow, my friend. —I was incredulous.

—I'm sorry-y —he said between laughs— the joke was right there.

—You'll never know the pain of a lightsaber cutting through you and you are lucky for it. —I said, overly dramatic.

—I sure hope I don't, my friend. —He sighed. — Hey, to all of this, where's Maul? I knew that he was alive, but he kept in touch with Palpatine? —The confusion in his face shining.

—Yeah, I never knew much about it, Palpatine didn't share much. I think he wanted to offer Maul a place in the Empire but he declined, apparently the last thing he wanted was another bureaucratic organization in the galaxy and went off to do his things, I guess. —I shrugged my shoulders, being totally honest with Obi-Wan. As much as I loved Anakin and Y/n, Obi-Wan was the person I trusted the most in the world.

—Can you imagine Maul in here with us? —he said with widened eyes.

—I don't think he wouldn't have accepted either if he knew you were going to be here, man.—I raised my eyebrows and he chuckled.

—That 's true. —He sucked his tongue, making an interesting sound. — Here, found it! The deceased Jedi list. —And he passed it to me.

—Mhm, so these were all of the bodies found on the Temple, as well as the troopers' reports on the ones killed on off-world missions? —I caressed my beard, reading the names over the list.

—Correct, everything should be there. —Obi-Wan pressed his right hip to the desk, crossing his arms on his chest.

—We need to double check this data. And the only way to do this is to verify them with the security footage on the Jedi Temple.

—Why the face? —He asked with a frown.

—Because I'll need you and Anakin to go and do that. —I dropped the file on the table and went back to my chair and put my feet up on the wooden furniture.

—What? But it will take days! —He whined. Was Anakin right with the Obi-Whine nickname?

—It will most certainly do. Nonetheless, I cannot trust this sensitive information to anyone. —I shrugged my shoulders as I took a sip of the cold tea, which I spit it out at the disgusting taste.

—We can send Rex and some close troopers to do it! —He negotiated, trying to get out of doing scrappy work.

—That's a great idea! — I smiled widely as I stood up. A beacon of hope shined through his face. —Take them with you. —I palmed his shoulder with fake empathy and his face fell in disappointment.  —Nice try, Negotiator.

— I'll fucking kill Anakin. —He rolled his eyes. —He should be doing this alone. It was his mistake! —He huffed. I secretly wanted to kill Anakin too, because if this was the result of a screw-up on his behalf and there's a Jedi on the loose plotting with the rebels against us... We would have a problem. A big one.

But in the meantime, unless I have actual proof that I should be worried about it, I'll restrain myself to snarky comments and hope I don't have to feed him to a rancor. Force, I really hope I don't have to cut his limbs apart, he's like my kid...

—Hey! None of that! —I scolded him gently. —We are a team! If one of us screws up, all of us answer to it! —I made an angry gesture only to soften it up at the last part. — We are supposed to have each other's back, no matter what. Do we have an agreement? —I asked Obi-Wan.

—Yes. —He rolled his eyes again.

—Okay? — My eyes glowed yellow.

—Okay, Qui-Gon. —He put his hands up, as he was surrendering.

—Good. —I nodded happily as I took out a cigar and lit it up.

— Aren't you gonna include Phoenix in this mission? —He wondered after I handed him another white stick and lit it up with my lighter.

—No... I have other plans for her. —I blew the smoke, whispering almost to myself. —She will stay here with me, I have special training for her.

If this threat is as big as my anxiety is telling me it is, then I'll need her in the best shape possible, and not only physically. Also I wanted to keep on the lines on this job and from this mess, unless it's confirmed that the Jedi survived. I just knew her little disagreement with Anakin was only going to grow worse if she found out and the last thing I needed was problems of my own. And who in the hell would think that keeping those two locked up in an old building would be beneficial at all?

—Okay, but are you gonna talk to her about... all of this? She's pretty concerned. —He let me know.

—Oh, yeah, yeah, for sure. Everything at its time, my friend. —I puffed once more, the nicotine alleviating my pain. —But first we need to talk to Anakin.

—Yeah, I was just thinking about that but I couldn't call him in. He was in a meeting with the 501st. —Obi-Wan let the smoke out his nose as he spoke.

— He's gonna hate us for talking without him again. —We both laughed.

—Yeah, we need to have a boys night-out, it has been many moons since we've gone out together.—The proposal ringed something in my head, in the very space where happiness is storaged.

—Yes! —I put my hands up in celebration. — But after we fix this. —I punctuated firmly, my index finger touching my desk as an authoritative gesture. —And to all this, I never asked you about your incessant thoughts about Satine, how's that evolved?

Obi-Wan looked at the floor, blowing out his last puff and started talking. —Well... I've been meditating like you said...

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Phoenix's POV

My eyes kept opening and closing quickly, trying to adapt my vision to the toned down light of the sunset. My brain was barely waking up after one of the longest naps of my life. I wasn't usually a napper, but I had to admit that today's mission really took a toll on me. And if you're wondering, yes, I did shower before getting to bed. I happened to love the feeling of my freshly scrubbed feet on the bed's clothing. It felt amazingly cold and made me sleep like a baby.

However, my rest was interrupted by the alarm I set before, the one reminding me that I needed to go and have a meeting with my legion and discuss upcoming plans and analyze the team's recent results. Unfortunately, Taaray and Kytra would only join via hologram, due to their current location on Zeltron.

I put on my suit (For me it's #1, btw) and left the room, still stretching my muscles. Just like the first time I arrived here, the painful headache that originated from Anakin trying to get through my shields started again inside of my brain. But that could only occur when he was close enough. Oh no.

I power walked to the meeting room #3, the place where I told my troopers to assemble, and I checked every aisle side to side as I moved through, making sure I was not about to have an unpleasant encounter with Anakin. My legs did their best to take me as quickly as they could, yet their efforts felt short as the scandalous pain persisted. My head turned every few seconds making sure that he wasn't following me. Nothing.

I had this awful feeling sitting in my stomach, like a ball of nerves just getting fiercer by the second. My shortness of breath was not a consequence of my physical performance, but of my anxious state. I secured my shields once more, not giving up on keeping him at bay. Damn room, is it on the other side of the galaxy?

My anxiety just exponentially grew when I saw a bunch of 501st troopers exiting the meeting room #1. If they were here... Oh. I was walking directly into the lion's cave. I couldn't turn around; I had work to do. But to get to room #3, I needed to get through #1. When an avalanche of masked troopers swam out of the area, I took that as my opportunity to walk through them and blend in. Any confidence I had on my strategy was squashed on the blink of an eye when I felt a pull from my arm. A muffled squeel left my mouth, but it was instantly covered by a leather glove. Funnily enough, none of the clones seem to realize my kidnap.

The door was closed behind me, and the not-so-mysterious figure pressed me against it. A yellow gaze met mine and he kept his hand on my face.

—Will you stop running away from me? —He asked with a raised eyebrow. I got mad at his cocky attitude and pushed him in his chest, getting him as far away as possible. He only moved a couple of inches and crossed his arms with a scrutinizing glare. I was sure my face was reddened in anger and my nostrils expelling hate with every breath.

—What the hell is wrong with you? —I crossed my arms as well, matching his posture. —You need to stop trying to get through my shields! —I poked his chest. — And you can't surprise me like that!

—But was it really a surprise? I think you were expecting my presence, sweetheart. —He lowered his face to me, so the height wouldn't be so meaningful. Anakin put his chin up lightly, looking at my lips momentarily.

—I don't think about you at all, Skywalker. —I sighed with an eye roll, ready to turn around and leave, but he stopped it by pushing the door closed again, just above my head. I twirled ready to fight him.

—Then why have you been hiding from me all day, baby? Don't tell me it was because of this morning... —His flirty laugh and sexy smirk weakened my knees and I cursed myself for being so sensitive to him. I pinched myself mentally, waking me up from my horny trance. Now I was the one holding my hand against him in order to shut him up.

—Shut the fuck up. —I whispered-yelled. He laughed inside of my hand trap. —I'm serious! That. never. happened. —I got closer so he would hear me better. — I don't know what you're talking about, neither do I want you to remind me. —I shook my head firmly. —If you ever dare to mention this to anyone else, not only will I deny it all and embarrass you, I will cut your balls in your sleep. —I squinted my eyes at the end, but jumped after I felt his wet tongue licking the inside of my hand.

Sure you don't need a reminder?

I pushed him by the face and cleaned my hand on my suit.

—Ugh! How disgusting! Don't make another joke! —I threatened, fully knowing him.

—I simply don't know why you are making such a big deal out of it, Phoenix. —He rolled his eyes. —It almost seemed like you didn't enjoy it-

—I didn't-

—Ah pa, pa, pa.—He continued talking, putting his head above my shoulder and leaning in.. —I know you did, sweetheart, I have your screaming as proof. —He whispered in my ear. I shivered at his closeness and he chuckled. —Oh yes, princess, I don't think I'll ever forget the delicious feeling of you melting under me... or your sweet taste, mmm...—And he licked my earlobe. —Do you think that now that I know how amazing it is to be inside you, I will let you go so easily? —He hummed sensually. The way words would so easily roll out of his lips, like honey, had me melting like a puddle.

—A-Anakin, no. No. Seriously. —I didn't push him away this time, but I turned my head to my right to create some distance. He got the message and backed away, but his arm never moved from his position. —We can't.

—Why not? —He asked with furrowed brows.

—Qui-Gon says attachments are forbidden. —I commented like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I crossed my arms once again, this time my body weight resting on my right hip. Anakin laughed and pulled back his body, fully this time. He clapped his hands together and I wished that a black hole would open under me and swallow me whole. The embarrassment reached my cheeks, painting them red. Why is it so funny?

—Who said anything about attachments? I'm just proposing sex, princess. You know, two friends helping each other out. —He shrugged his shoulders.

—You're not my friend. —I squinted my eyes.

—Then two acquaintances helping each other out. Whatever you want to label it as, baby, the bottom line is me having another opportunity to see you squirming because of my cock. Oh sweetheart, I cannot explain to you how beautiful you looked, all surrendered to me. —Anakin smirked and winked.

I gasped, shocked at his words. —Agh! You're not- I don't- Ugh! —I rolled my eyes in frustration. Saying no was not an easy task when he is saying all of the right things to turn me on. Focus, Y/n. I believe in you. I changed my face from an angry one to a mocking one. —. Not only we can't, I don't want to. I'm not risking it for you, Ani. —I huffed.

—You're not risking it for, and I quote, the best sex of your life? —He raised his eyebrows curiously.

—Everything feels more exagerated than it actually is during sex. Especially dicks. —I whispered, teasing him.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds that felt like hours and just hummed lowly, while I was staring at him back, defending my strong posture. Slowly his features softened from a frown and pouted lips to a little smile and relaxed eyes.

—Okay. —He finally spoke.

—...Okay? —I asked.

—Okay, I will not bother you anymore with the topic. —He put his hands up, like giving up. —This morning never happened and I will never speak a word to anyone. —He nodded calmly. —Truce? —and he placed his open palm in the middle of us.

I hesitantly took it and slightly shook it, unsure of what the catch may be. That mystery was solved when he pulled me in and grabbed my arm with both hands, our bodies close but facing different directions.

—But don't you come begging back to me when you are all needy and desperate. —His dangerous smirk made my body shake and for the tiniest moment, left me speechless.

—Don't worry, I won't. —I tilted my head arrogantly.

—Fine. Good afternoon, m'lady. —He smiled politely and turned around to pick his stuff up. That gave me a small window to catch my breath. When he twirled back, I gave my best effort to stand proudly. —If you excuse me, I must go to Qui-Gon's office now. —He walked past me and insecurity emerged in me from his comment.

—He called you in? —I asked, worried that I was the one being left out in this whole commlink issue.

—He didn't call you? —He asked back, with his chin up. Arrogant motherfucker. I shook my head disconcerted. —Oh, well, I guess it's a team meeting then. —He smiled with fake kindness and left the door chuckling at my sudden enraged features.

Force, do I hate him.

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A/N: This episode (and probably the next one) was more plot related, so we didn't get to see much Phoenix/Anakin interaction, but don't you worry, the spicy stuff is coming back hard on the next episodes!!! I'm so excited for it!!

I saw that some of you already have ideas on the remaining Jedi. I would love to hear your theories about it! What will be their purpose in the story? Why them? I love to read you! :) Also, what do you think of Obi-Wan and Phoenix's friendship?

The extra chapter will be uploaded over the weekend and the interview one probably next week! Keep your questions coming! They are so interesting :)

Love you, until Friday!

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