Anakin POV:

I laid back on (y/n)'s hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling with my hands tapping on my stomach. To say I was stunned with everything she told me is an understatement. I couldn't even comprehend the fact that she was secretly working for the Separatists.

"I did it for you!"

Her words kept replaying in my head as I tried to make sense of it all. Why would she go to all this trouble for me? Even though I was still angry and disappointed with her actions, my heart swelled with affection and warmth and the thought of what she went through for me. It must've been difficult for her, I imagined. The only person who's ever gone through something that grueling like that for me was my late mother when she chose to stay in slavery so I could be a Jedi.

I sighed in frustration, feeling conflicted on what I should do now. One things for sure; I needed a break from (y/n) and all of these weird secrets she's kept from me. I've stressed out about this whole thing for over a month, and I just need to take a step back from it all.

Did this all happen because of our attachment to each other? We're we doomed to fail from the start?

"Ugh...I was so naive to think this would work..." I muttered, running my hands through my hair.

So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, I don't think I can handle it all.

I sighed and closed my eyes, attempting to meditate some of my stress away.

But then I felt a piercing jolt in my head, causing me to instantly sit up. I closed my eyes again and connected with the force, and felt (y/n) trying to communicate with me.

"Anakin, the recording is in Elliot's desk drawer."

I gasped at the sudden shock I felt again in my head at hearing those words. Why was it so painful? I didn't bother responding and threw myself off the bed, running out of the room. I could feel something, I didn't know what, but it grew stronger the closer I got to (y/n). The jolts in my head were still there even though I tried blocking them out. I ran faster with each step, feeling anxiety pulsing through me as I got closer to her.

The office building came into view and I continued onward, knowing that she was in there.

That's when I felt something else, something much darker and more powerful. All of my head was immediately hit with multiple spasms of pain and agony, and for a moment it felt like I wasn't even in my own body. And I knew why, because I wasn't feeling my own pain, I was feeling (y/n)'s. I fell to my knees and gripped my head in my hands, groaning at the constant twinges that pounded through my supraorbital nerves.

Why is she purposely making me feel this, especially after all I went through because of her?

Oh.

I brought my hands down, realization settling into the pit of my stomach as I stared ahead at nothing in particular. I knew why she was doing it. She wants me to feel what she had to go through because of me. And I felt all of it.

I sighed and stood back up, still trying to tough it out through the throbbing pain in my frontal lobe. The building was so close, I just had to walk a little farther. But I could barely take a few steps when I felt the ground start to shake, causing me to stumble and fall backwards.

"What the heck?" I mumbled, trying to stand up and regain my balance.

I heard a scream, one that echoed through the building and out into the open. But it was faintly drowned out by the crumbling and crashing of the now unstable building. My eyes widened at how quickly everything escalated just now. Was (y/n) doing all of this?

I sprinted closer until I was just outside of the doors, but the roof soon collapsed and sent a wave of dust and debris in all directions. I turned around and crouched, covering my head as best as I could from the flying bits. When everything was quiet again, I turned around and my heart dropped to my stomach. (y/n) was somewhere under the pieces of the building that fell apart. I ran over there as fast as I could, and used the force to lift some of the pieces off of the ground and throw them to the side.

The first thing I saw under all the rubble was a dented and scratched desk.

That's where the recording must be.

I used the force to fiddle with the locks on the drawers, and they all opened simultaneously. Feeling rushed, I scurried over in front of the drawers and dumped out all of them, finding mostly random papers and pens.

"Come on..." I mumbled breathlessly, ransacking everything as fast as I could.

Finally, it was in the very last drawer I checked. I pulled the holo-recording close to get a good look at it. I scowled and used the force to hold it in the air, "This is all your fault."

I crushed it in the air, disintegrating it to dust. Then I frantically looked around, trying to find (y/n). I lifted another piece of the building that was next to the desk, and saw her body lying under it.

"(y/n)!" I exclaimed, rushing to her side. "No no no, please wake up." I shook her by her shoulders but she still wasn't moving. Her body was pale and covered in dirt, and I could faintly see that all the veins in her neck and face were protruded more than usual. I was confused, but that would be a question for another time. With a racing heart, I checked her pulse in her neck.

I sighed in relief when I felt that it was still there. But I had to get her home as quick as possible because it was extremely faint. She must have at least a few broken bones and a concussion, I'm assuming. I put my right arm under her back and my left arm under her legs, and carried her out with little effort. I had to be careful while stepping over the sharp parts of the broken building, and also trying to not kick up any more dust. People were just now starting to crowd around the mess of rubble, and even though I felt bad for just up and leaving, I had to get (y/n) home first.

Right now, all the anger I felt towards her earlier disappeared. I just wanted to make sure she was safe. I felt her head move against my shoulder and she started to sit up in my arms. I exhaled, happy that she was still hanging in there and becoming more conscious. It gave me hope that everything was going to be okay.

"Anakin....what's happening?" She asked softly.

"No, don't say anything. I've got you." I murmured into her hair, and kissed it gently. She didn't say anything else and slumped back into my chest. I sighed and walked faster once my ship came into view. R2 saw me coming and opened the ramp for us. I smiled gratefully at him and first went to the back of the ship, placing (y/n) on one of the cots.

"R2, close the ramp please." I called to him.

He beeped in acknowledgment and wheeled over to the controls. I followed in the same direction but went to the pilot seat instead.

"Gotta get home, now." I muttered to myself, starting up the ship. My heart was still racing with anxiety at what would happen to (y/n). Even though I know she'll be okay, I still have worries in the back of my head.

I sighed in frustration, knowing that I can't let those fears get in the way of my focus. Once I get her to the medical bay on Coruscant, I'm not gonna worry about her anymore. I'm gonna go straight to my quarters and sleep this exhausting day off, not thinking about her or anything to do with her.

(y/n) POV:

I could feel myself slowly regaining consciousness, which I should be happy about, but the more I awoke the more pain I felt in every limb on my body. I ached with pain and discomfort everywhere, and the front of my head was faintly throbbing from all the energy I used earlier.

"Oh force....earlier..."

I didn't have the physical strength to groan but I did internally. I can't believe I actually tapped into the dark side. That's the one thing I never thought I would succumb to. I was too tired to dwell on it though, so I decided to worry about it later.

As I awakened some more, I could hear muffled voices in the background of the ringing in my ears. It sounded like a conversation between two men.

"How did she manage to get herself hurt again?"

That sounds like Obi-Wan.

"I...don't know. I uh, didn't really see what happened."

That's definitely Anakin.

Anakin must be filling Obi-Wan in on what happened. Hopefully he didn't say that I was the one who destroyed the building. That would not go over well with the Council.

"It seems like she's waking up." Obi-Wan's now clear voice said.

I slowly opened my eyes and was met with the harsh lights of the medical bay. I squinted and tried to adjust my vision to everything around me. The whiteness of the room contrasted with the darkness of sleep, and it made my eyes throb in pain.

"I'm going to have to ask you two to leave for this." I heard a feminine voice say. I turned my head to see a nurse shooing Anakin and Obi-Wan out of the room. When they both left, she turned to me with a smile.

"Hello (y/n). I'm going to give you some shots in case of infection, and also to inject some painkillers into your system. I've already patched up your cuts and bruises while you were asleep. Thankfully, the impact on your head wasn't too serious since you were most likely protecting it with your arms. You may have migraines for about a week but otherwise it should all be fine. You're very lucky."

I gave her a weak smile, still not having enough strength to say anything. The shots were definitely going to hurt, and I've never really been a big fan of needles in the first place so I stiffened when I saw her bring one over. She smiled reassuringly and squeezed my arm gently, "Dont worry, this shouldn't be too bad. It'll just be a quick pinch."

Time skip~

After thirty minutes of the nurse filling me with all sorts of drugs and medicines, I started to feel more woozy and I had a migraine that wouldn't go away. I wanted to sleep again but I couldn't with the constant pounding in my frontal lobe.

"Ugh...hey, could you do something for me?" I asked the nurse as she was putting away some bottles.

"Of course." She said sweetly.

I closed my eyes and thought about what I was about to do.

"Can you bring Anakin here?" I asked.

She slightly widened her eyes in surprise but quickly returned them to normal, and nodded, swiftly leaving the room. I closed my eyes in hopes that it would tame my migraine, but it didn't really help. I remember what Anakin said earlier today about wanting a break from me. Not just this relationship, but me in general. Hearing him say that hurt like hell, but I knew he was right though. During this time, I have made this just as hard for him as it was for me. I can't imagine how worried and confused he must've been for all this time. And he probably doesn't want to be around me right now to get some space. But I don't care, my head is killing me and I just want it all to stop.

I heard the door open and close softly, and I opened my eyes and turned onto my side to see Anakin standing over by it, crossing his arms. My heart fluttered at the sight of him standing there, but I tried my best to push that feeling away.

"Anakin...." I began. I could see faint concern in his eyes, even though he's trying to hide it by acting like he doesn't care with his naturally stoic expression.

"Can you....can you do that thing you did for me when we were kids? To help me sleep?" I croaked out.

Anytime in the past when I couldn't sleep because of nightmares or if I wasn't feeling well, he always did one specific thing to lull me into it. I don't know why he did it, or how he knew to do it, but it always worked and that's what I needed right now.

I didn't care if he was taking a 'break'. Knowing him, he'll come running back as soon as the next day arrives.

He blinked in surprise and opened his mouth to say something, but hesitated. I could feel his inner conflict; how he just wanted to leave and return to his quarters. But he also wanted to be here for me. He sighed in annoyance and shook his head, "I don't think that's a good idea." He muttered.

It still hurt to hear him say that, despite how much I knew he wanted to be there for me. And I didn't bother putting my walls up, so I knew he could feel it too.

"Please." I pleaded, with the best puppy dog eyes I could give him. He chewed the inside of his jaw, still feeling conflicted. Even if he didn't want to be near me anymore after this, I just needed this one thing right now. I needed him to be there for me like he always has been.

He finally rolled his eyes and huffed in exasperation, walking towards my bed.

"Fine."

He crawled onto my bed and laid on his side so that he was facing me. I studied his handsome features; his scar over his right eye, his luscious blonde hair, and his gorgeous blue eyes that made me feel hypnotized. I instinctively reached my hand up to caress his cheek, but he grabbed my wrist and held it in front of my chest. My heart lurched slightly when he did that, but the physical contact gave me butterflies. He probably assumed I would just do the same with my other hand, because he grabbed it with his hand that was already holding one of mine, and held both of my wrists in his one hand in front of my chest. His grip was gentle though, and he just held them there lazily, resting them on the sheets. I could've easily gotten free but I wanted the feeling of his touch to last longer, so I didn't move.

"Close your eyes." He mumbled, gazing up and down at my features intently.

I did as he said and closed my eyes, softly sighing in contentment with him being here next to me. The bed slightly shifted as I could sense him leaning closer to me, and I felt him slowly plant kisses on every inch of my forehead. He took his time, gently moving down to my cheeks just below my eyes and then down onto my nose, kissing it with such tenderness that I thought my heart would burst. My migraine started to subside from his touches and I felt so grateful for him, to be able to receive this sort of kindness from Anakin Skywalker, which no one else can say. He moved to the spot under my nose, and then at the bottom of my cheekbone and back down onto my jaw. The cool air expelling from his nose made tickled my skin, and it contrasted wonderfully with how hot I felt from being in this room. By the time his kisses made their way to my chin, I was already asleep.

(a/n): Woohoo chapter 15 is done!