(a/n): Not really a TW but most of this chapter is pretty depressing, soooo prepare yourself if you need to

Anakin POV:

I was absolutely furious right now. All other emotions were banished from my mind as I ruminated on everything that just happened. I was just about to find out where Dooku has been hiding for all these years. I made Cad Bane think that I surrendered to him, that I would even join his side, and like a fool, he fell for it. And then right as I convinced him to reveal the classified whereabouts, (y/n) killed him heedlessly and ruined the whole thing.

I knew I was probably hurting her from how hard I squeezed her shoulders so I turned around and brought my fists to my forehead, walking forward and groaning out my frustrations.

"It'll be another blue moon before we might be able find that information again." I muttered bitterly.

With our luck in the war, probably not even a blue moon. I doubt we'll be able to get that kind of information at all. I know that's not positive thinking but the fact that this opportunity was just ripped away from me while I couldn't even fix it, makes this so much more infuriating. Anger was the only emotion I felt, because I couldn't think of a reason to feel anything else.

I closed my eyes and sighed, bringing my fists down to my sides, "That was the most mindless thing you've ever done." I walked out of the room without looking back at her.

I needed to cool off, and to tell Obi-Wan what happened since he's probably concerned by now. The three moons still shone brightly over the town and I could see Obi-Wan's shadow from behind a barrel.

I sighed and trudged over to him, "You can come out now, it's over." I said monotonously.

He instantly stood up and wiped his hair out of his eyes, looking around somewhat frantically. "What is going on?" He demanded in a confused and slightly horrified voice. When (y/n) ran away from her position, she probably didn't even tell Obi-Wan what she was doing.

I shook my head, causing my blonde curls to sway back and forth, "(y/n) charged inside and killed Cad Bane before I could get anything out of him. He was just about to tell me where Dooku is hiding out, but he didn't even get that far." I whinged in my still nettled attitude.

"My stars." Obi-Wan lifted his head up to the sky and ran his hands through his already messy hair. He took a deep breath as he sighed, and his sea-blue eyes were pervaded with vexation. He was just as appalled as I was, and it was evidently displayed through his expression as he looked to the sky.

Obviously I was still frustrated, but I was also genuinely surprised with how quickly everything escalated, and not a lot of things surprise me. (y/n) has never done anything like that before; she's never been so reckless. And that's saying something, coming from me. It was strange to see that side of her, the darker side. It was still hard to believe that that side of her even existed.

I remembered what she told me earlier through the force, and I could feel her nervousness about my response radiating off of her. That moment is such an opposing comparison to how she acted just now. I couldn't recognize the (y/n) I know, the one who's my girlfriend and best friend, inside of the person I saw that killed Cad Bane without thinking twice.

I sighed and sat on top of the barrel that Obi-Wan was previously ducking behind, and stared at my hands that sat in my lap.

Of course I love her, with all of my conceited, arrogant heart.

I just can't bring myself to say it right now, when I'm still in such a short-tempered mood. I'm worried that I might say or do something I'll regret in the heat of the moment, so I want to at least cool off some more and talk to her when I know I'll be levelheaded.

I was thankful for how serene and calm the town was right now, though. It welcomely contrasted with the dissonance of negative emotions that plagued my mentality. I tilted my head up to the building where (y/n) was still inside of. She hasn't come out yet and nothing seemed to change about the building since I left. My stomach suddenly felt uneasy as guilt started to work it's way through my intestines.

I hope I didn't hurt her feelings.

I chewed my lip nervously and scrunched my robe in an attempt to ebb my fidgety impulses. I should go see if she's okay.

I hopped off the barrel and began walking towards the building when Obi-Wan stopped me, putting a hand to my chest from beside me. I rose an eyebrow in confusion.

He sighed and shook his head, "I know you want to go check on her, but I'm not sure that's the best idea right now. You're still angry." He looked me dead in the eye with his hand still on my chest, indicating that he didn't want me to try and argue with him. He was right though, I was still cross about everything and reminded myself that it would be better to talk to her when I'm calmer.

I nodded and backed away, "Will you check on her for me, then?" I asked with the best pleading eyes I could give.

He nodded with a small smile and titled his head in the direction of the ship, silently telling me to go back there. I sighed for probably the hundredth time tonight and trekked back to the ship, purposely taking my time to luxuriate under the peaceful burning stars.

(y/n) POV:

I sat in one of the chairs at the table and stared blankly ahead at nothing. I felt weird. I thought that at this point I'd have started crying or had some sort of panic attack because I literally just killed someone, again. But instead I just felt a hollow pit in my stomach where all my emotions would usually reside, and now it felt like an empty void.

I know why I felt empty though. The fact that Anakin was upset with me, really upset with me, created a hole in my heart that only he could fill. I know it sounds dramatic but that's the best way to explain it.

I fully understand now what Yoda was telling us about before. If Anakin and I don't have a consistently strong bond, then it'll just be a catalyst that will cause both of us to spiral downwards, and the prophecy will fall into ruin. Light and darkness can't be complete without the other, and if one is off balance, then so is the other.

"You are the only catalyst. Everything evil in this world is rooted from your existence."

I shot up out of my chair and whipped my lightsaber out of my belt, positioning myself in a disorganized fighting stance. "Who's there?" I demanded while shaking from the aftershock of the splitting headache I suddenly had.

I instantly recognized that voice in my head; it was the Sith from my vision of the future, and he was trying to twist my mind now that I was vulnerable. My head was pounding repetitively as the harrowing words echoed softly, but I could still hear them as clearly as I did the first time. My senses buzzed with adrenaline as they became heightened, and I was suddenly aware of everything around me. From every faint footstep in the town to every speck of dirt on the ground below me.

"Do you really believe that Anakin will love you, when you constantly ruin everything that is good? You've already murdered two people, and without a hint of hesitation."

Searing pain pierced my frontal lobe and I brought my free hand up to my forehead, groaning from the agonizing pain. I staggered backwards as my knees buckled, but thankfully didn't fall over. I swung my lightsaber in front of me as if I was fighting someone that was physically in the room with me.

"Get out of my head!" I growled and brought my hand that was on my forehead down to lean it on the table so that I wouldn't stumble anymore.

"Who are you talking to?" My head snapped upwards towards the sudden sound of Obi-Wan's confused voice, and I saw him standing in the doorway of the room.

As soon as he spoke, my splitting headache evanesced entirely. My eyes widened as I panted softly and looked around him, as if I expected the Sith to just appear in the room with us.

I gulped and managed to choke out my next words despite how restricted my throat felt, "Did you hear that? Or feel it?" I asked with glossy, round eyes, ignoring his question.

Obi-Wan rose an eyebrow and slowly shook his head, "The only sounds I heard were from you, just now, which is why I asked who you were talking to." He said in a pressing tone, like it was the most obvious reason ever.

I sighed and mentally rolled my eyes at myself. I already knew he would say that, but I asked because I didn't want to feel alone with everything I was hearing and experiencing. But as usual, I did feel alone with this.

I shook my head and tried to put on my best calm expression, "Never mind, it's nothing. What's up?"

Obi-Wan pointed his thumb behind him with a still somewhat confused look, "I believe we're just about done here, and should head home. I also think you should get some rest on the ride back, (y/n)." His eyes were sympathetic, but also held a tinge of disappointment. He knows what I did, and was clearly also peeved about it. But I was at least relieved that he didn't lash out at me like Anakin did.

I nodded, "Is uh....is he still mad at me?" I asked in a softer, and somewhat higher voice, because I was afraid of the answer.

Obi-Wan chewed the inside of his cheek, knowing exactly who I was talking about. I could tell he wanted to give me a sugar-coated lie, so that I wouldn't feel more worse than I already do. His blue eyes darted to the side for a moment, and then back to me. I was slightly offended that he thought I was too fragile right now to hear the truth. Maybe I was, though, and I just didn't want to admit it in front of him.

He closed his eyes nodded his head dourly. I swallowed back a whimper that rose in my throat and put my lightsaber back into the sheathe of my belt, "Good to know." I muttered dismally.

Obi-Wan sighed as I walked over to him, and he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me from going through the doorway. "He'll get over it. With you, he'll never hold a grudge for too long." He smiled at me reassuringly.

Then why hasn't he talked to me yet?

Despite Obi-Wan's efforts to comfort me, I was starting to wonder if that voice in my head was right. How could Anakin love someone suffused with so much darkness?

I could only hope that my fears were wrong, and that I was being too dramatic.

I nodded my head and gave him a serious look, "I hope so."

Time skip~

The whole ride back to Coruscant was dead silent. Nobody said a word, and I spent the whole time lying down on a cot in the back of the ship. I didn't sleep though, like I promised Obi-Wan I would. My mind was unfortunately plagued with thoughts of Anakin the whole way back. I wanted him to just talk to me, and tell me that he feels the same way about him as I do, but he hasn't even looked at me. Waves of anxiety churned my insides with each passing moment and I felt more restless than ever as I stared up at the dark ceiling of the ship.

When the ship finally landed, signaling our arrival at the Temple, I remembered that Anakin and I are still sharing a room. I groaned out loud and heaved myself off of the cot, opening the ramp before both of them could get out of their seats. I ran down the ramp and ignored the greetings and questions from clones and other Jedi that awaited our arrival. I wasn't going to Anakin's quarters. It didn't feel right to go there right now, because it would just make everything more awkward.

Instead, I decided to go to someone that I know would be there for me, even after I was a complete screw-up tonight.

I fast-walked down the dimly lit hallways of the Temple, my fists swaying back and forth at my sides as I did my best to stray from anyone else's attention. I sharply turned a corner and knocked on the first door that was there. Within a few seconds, the door opened with the use of the force, and closed the same way after I stepped inside.

"Already back from Ryloth, you are?" Yoda asked with a slight tilt of his small green head.

I nodded and rocked on my heels, fiddling with the sides of my robe in each hand. He narrowed his eyes and stood up from his meditation mat, grabbing his cane.

"Happened, did something? Something bad, did you do?" He asked, with nothing but concern in his old voice. He probably also knew what happened, whether he saw it in a vision, or could hear my thoughts just before I came in here.

But the air felt different all of a sudden. The way Yoda was talking, without a hint of anger or disappointment in his words, caused a shift in the atmosphere around me. He was treating me with kindness, and the intent to listen and talk to me, which is the one thing I've wanted this whole long, and difficult night.

"I—" a sob racked my throat and I sank to the floor on my knees, using one hand to grip the leg of a desk that was next to me.

All the events that took place today from killing Cad Bane, from being treated so harshly by Anakin, and from hearing that voice in my head, came at me faster than I could comprehend. I finally broke down and sobbed all the tears that I couldn't shed earlier. Guilt and anguish poured into the once hollow pit in my stomach, making it seem almost too physically heavy to carry.

I brought my free hand to my stomach in an effort to diminish the growing pains, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry...." I repeated while shaking my head, unable to find any other words to explain what I did or express how I felt.

I didn't doubt that the whole of the Temple must be feeling the force of my fervid emotions, since I let all of my walls down the moment my knees hit the floor. I sniffled and choked on all of my tears, wiping snot onto the sleeve of my robe. I leaned backwards to sit down properly against the door that was behind me and still continued to cry, dropping my hands to hug my knees to my chest, and earning a heartbroken gaze from Yoda. He's never seen me like this before. And neither have I, for that matter. For a brief moment, I was stunned that all of this was happening just because Anakin was mad at me. Everything changed so quickly in such a short amount of time.

But that moment ended when Yoda sat down next to me with his back also against the door. I looked over at him confusedly; my eyes red and puffy and with snot trailing down my lips. He just smiled at me, not in a rude or mocking way, but in a condoling and caring way.

He hummed and turned his head back forward, nodding once as if agreeing with himself, "Here for you, I am. Okay, it will be."

(a/n): Okay so a couple of things:

I had some serious writers block for this chapter because I wasn't sure where I wanted this to go next, and I also didn't want it to be too dull. I already know how I want this story to end (not sure when it's going to end yet) but I don't want it to drag on too much. I still have some more plans that I want to use in this story, I just don't want it all to get too repetitive if that makes sense. At the end of the day though, this is all just for fun and not meant to be taken too seriously😊

Alsoooo I have a plan for a love interest for Obi-Wan because I think it'll be fun hehe (hint, it's not Satine🤭)