(y/n) POV:

It was strange.

This isn't how I expected today to go. Everything up until this moment was so perfect, too perfect.

I mean, at this point, I shouldn't even be surprised. For a while I thought—no, hoped that my luck couldn't get worse, but I guess I was wrong.

At first I didn't even notice the building crumble around me, I didn't notice bits and pieces flying in every direction, and I didn't notice all the people screaming and running to find safety. My mind was still in a weird trance that I couldn't explain in words and my ears rang as if a loud gong had been hit inside of them.

The object in my hand looked as if it was on fire, or maybe that's just how it felt? For a moment I wasn't sure of anything anymore, nothing seemed real except for the hot flashes in my vision, and the feeling that made it seem like all of my organs had turned into firecrackers, and exploded simultaneously.

I felt nauseous, too. I wanted to vomit out all of my insides, and it felt like it was about to happen, but nothing came.

It wasn't until I noticed an absence from beside me, that I snapped out of my trance, and gazed around the damaged perimeter. My heart stopped as my eyes landed on a figure, laying utterly unconscious in a corner.

8 hours earlier

I now knew what I had to do if I found the talisman bracelet. As Obi-Wan explained, it's a very vivid silver color with a sparkling crescent moon, and it should be obvious if I find it because of its pull towards force users.

But he also told me that no one can simply obtain the powers from it; they actually have to talk to it. I was confused at first when he told me that, but he explained that when the time comes for me to use it, I have to awaken the talisman by—in simple terms—asking for its powers. There's a specific phrase I have to say, but it's in an ancient language so Obi-Wan wrote it down for me on a small piece of paper that I shoved into the pocket of my robe. He really did his research on this, and I wondered if the other members of the Council knew about all of it. But then again, even if they did, they probably wouldn't suggest it because of how easily it could lure someone to the dark side.

Out of all the crazy things I've had to do as a Jedi, this is at least in the top five.

I sighed absentmindedly, feeling stressed again as this new weight was placed on my shoulders. I kept telling myself that it was worth it, though. I'm still not sure what we'll actually do if we find the Sith, but just finding them is still a big step in the right direction.

"You okay?" Anakin asked, in the same soft voice from when we woke up this morning.

We were inside of our ship, and I went to the back lounge room so I could set my robe and backpack down. I thought I was alone and didn't hear Anakin come in, so his voice startled me.

I chuckled nervously and went over to wrap my arms around his neck, "I'm good, just tired." I mumbled against the crook of his neck, and I could feel him shiver from my breath against his skin.

That was true, I felt restless last night and it took me forever to fall asleep. I could feel myself tossing and turning constantly as well. Hopefully I didn't talk in my sleep too much.

"What if I did that thing you like, would that make you less tired?" He smiled mischievously as I pulled away from him.

A smile rising to my lips at his suggestion, I shook my head and turned around so I could set my bag down next to the game table, "Not while we're still here, Anakin." I protested, because of the fact that we were still at the Temple. But my protest was contradicted by a giggle that followed it.

And as much as I loved goofing around with him, I wanted to stay in the appropriate mindset for today. If we spent too much time hanging about, then the whole day will pass in the blink of an eye, and if that happens then I might as well have forgotten about my personal 'mission.'

But I could still hear his footsteps behind me, so I quickly set my bag down and turned back towards him. "Are you sure?" He questioned and I could see that familiar playful look in his gorgeous eyes.

I backed away, moving around the table so he was on the opposite side of it from me, "Yes, I'm sure." I laughed as he placed his palms on the glass table.

"You don't look so sure." He smirked, taking clear notice of my large smile and laughter.

Alright, so he's not giving up. I may as well indulge him for now.

"Well, you must be blind then." I teased, saying the first thing that popped into my head.

He laughed this time, showing off his beautiful smile that always gave me so many butterflies. Though Anakin may not know, anyone who pays attention knows that his smile lights up every room he walks into. "Is that so?" He began walking around the table to get closer to me.

I couldn't help but giggle again as I ran around the table to maintain our distance, and it just became a cycle of us circling the table as we stayed across from each other. Honestly, I felt like a kid again from acting this way with him.

He fake pouted, "What's wrong, (y/n)? Don't you want my love?" He asked teasingly as we both stopped moving for a moment.

I shrugged, "I don't know, I guess we'll just have to find out." I then turned around and made a beeline for the makeshift bedroom further into the ship, which mainly consisted of two cots and a small washroom. I quickly ran in and hid behind some crates in a corner next to the doorway. My heartbeat picked up it's pace as a boost of adrenaline settled inside of me; I know I said I didn't want to goof around but when it comes to Anakin, I just can't help myself.

And I also still felt bad; Anakin thinks that this day is just going to be a fun and relaxing getaway trip, but that's not the only reason I'm here. For me this is technically a mission too and I'm determined to find that bracelet. We can still have fun, obviously, but I feel awful that he has no idea of what I'm doing. Especially after we had the talk of being more honest with each other. It's not that I don't want to tell him, but I know he would try to stop me if he knew what I was going to do in two weeks.

The least I could do is make this day as fun as possible for him.

Suddenly interrupting my thoughts, the sound of his boots against the metal flooring increased, and I knew he was about to enter the room I was in.

"Oh (y/n)," He spoke in a singsong voice, "I'm going to get you." From what little vision I had because of the crates blocking the rest of my view, I saw him walk inside.

No, I'm gonna get you.

When he was far enough in the room, I jumped out from behind the crates and immediately hopped onto his back, grabbing ahold of his shoulders, "You sure about that?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around him tightly and laughed into his hair.

I heard him groan sharply a few moments after I jumped on him. Thinking he was in pain, I instantly got off and placed my hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I realized my mistake as soon as I heard him chuckle. He spun around quickly, "Gotcha." A large grin was splayed across his face as he grabbed me by my biceps, and pulled my body against his so he could wrap his arms around me.

Not having a chance to get away, I squealed and tried pushing him by his shoulders but found myself unable to because of my laughter that followed. He didn't hesitate as he began pressing feather-like kisses all over my head and face, making me giggle uncontrollably as my ticklish nerves awakened.

He also began laughing as he was kissing me; engulfed in his arms, I couldn't bring myself to pull away because of how gentle and sweet his kisses were.

I always loved when he would do this; even when we were young kids this was his way of cheering me up whenever I was feeling down or got hurt during training hours. And I had to admit, I felt a lot more energized now.

"Is this helping?" He mumbled against the corner of my lips as if reading my mind, then resumed kissing my cheekbones. His question wasn't a joke, either. I could tell he was really trying to make me less tired by doing this.

"Yes—yes Anakin, it's fine now." I laughed while finally pushing him off by his shoulders. When he stopped, I had a chance to catch my breath from how hard I was laughing, and he did too. I sat down on one of the crates and put my hands on my knees, slowly but surely recomposing my mindset.

"I take it you're not tired anymore?" Anakin asked, a hint of smugness apparent in his voice.

I lifted my head and rose an eyebrow, "I guess not, since you've now infected me with all of your germs." I pretended to be offended and stood up, leaving the makeshift bedroom and heading back to the cockpit.

He placed his hands on my arms from behind me, "Ah come on, you know you love me." He spoke into my hair, catching onto my banter.

I shook my head amusedly at his lighthearted attitude. Even though I was stressed, his whole aura and positive energy was helping to alleviate the some of the worries I was having. He was happy right now, and that made me happy too. This carefree moment we just had made me love him more, if that was even possible.

I spun around and tiptoed upwards to kiss him on the cheek, "Maybe just a little bit." I joked in response.

Obi-Wan POV:

It was strange.

In the timespan of less than a day, I already have two big secrets that I've been asked to keep, and both are from two of my closest friends, who happen to be keeping these secrets from each other.

Gods, this is going to be much more difficult than I originally anticipated.

My part in both of these plans already made me exceedingly busy; I'm practically planning out Anakin's proposal for him. Nothing is fully decided yet, but we had the idea of setting up a private engagement party, perhaps with the help of Padmé and Elijah, after Anakin proposes.

Though I haven't admitted it yet, the idea of seeing Elijah again made me both anxious and thrilled. I couldn't help but wonder if he feels the same.

But that's aside the point.

The worst part about all of this is that when I told (y/n) about the talisman and its powers, I was only half as worried about what would happen if she finds it. But after she and Anakin left for Naboo, I got this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Because of my odd dissatisfaction, I knew the force was telling me that something wasn't right with how I ended our conversation. I didn't know what it was at first, so I went to the library to do more research on this enigmatic object.

And then it all made sense.

My dissatisfaction was replaced with more worry, as I learned something that I didn't notice before.

It made much more sense now as to why Qui-Gon didn't want me to touch the bracelet, though he never had a chance to fully explain because of the bombs that went off in that shop. Any force sensitive user that touches it with their bare hands will instantly create, in a way, a surge—one that stems from the result of two very powerful forces coming in contact with each other.

Upon learning this, I felt like such a fool. I should've known a reaction like this could occur. If (y/n) touches that bracelet without gloves, or some sort of protective fabric, there truly is no telling what sort of chaotic storm she may unleash.

Suddenly, keeping Anakin's proposal a secret didn't seem so difficult anymore. I now have other matters to worry about, like the question of if I should inform all of the Council about this, or perhaps only Master Yoda.

I believe the latter option is better, at least for now. But before telling anyone of this, I should try and contact (y/n) to tell her what I've learned. My only concern is that they've turned off or set aside their comlinks; which seems to be something she and Anakin do often when they're alone.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair as I weighed my options and worries. If I don't fix my this complication, something catastrophic could happen.

(a/n): Alright sooo this chapter is a bit shorter that usual, and that's because I specifically wanted to leave this on a cliffhanger hehe. I'm excited to hear all of your thoughts on what you think will happen next!💕