Anakin POV:

Everyone was in an uproar.

The usually peaceful Jedi Temple had metamorphosed into a state of pandemonium. Our beloved training room that has stood proud and tall for centuries is now a victim of absolute destruction.

All the Jedi that were currently in the Temple crowded in and out of the ruined, dusty room. People were talking over each other, asking questions that no one had the answers to. It didn't help that Yoda still hasn't returned from his meditative leave; he's known for keeping peace and order within the Temple. But we don't have him here now, so it's only caused more uncertainty in this already strange conundrum.

Obi-Wan and I managed to push our way to the front of the rabble so we could get a better look at the damage.

I've been on many gruesome missions, and have seen heartbreaking sights beyond compare, but nothing I've witnessed has caused as much pain as I feel right now. Every single Jedi alive today has trained in this room; grown up with it. As Younglings and Padawans, we've cherished countless memories of training in this room and goofing off with our friends.

And now those memories are crushed, forever destroyed, just like this room.

Obi-Wan looked absolutely appalled. Though I couldn't sense what he was thinking, because I myself was also mortified.

Banners that once held symbols of life were ripped and now laid useless on the ground. Cracks, holes, and pits of smoke took up the walls and floor. Every set up, training station, chairs and tables, practice lightsabers; everything was either wrecked or destroyed beyond repair.

I scoffed inaudibly as I continued to gaze my surroundings, "Wow." That was all I could say, no other words felt right or appropriate.

"Who in the world would do this?" Shaak Ti gasped, coming to stand next to me.

I looked over at Obi-Wan nervously, and saw that he was already looking at me with an expression that mirrored my own. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, then turned to face the rest of the Jedi, "We'll figure that out later, but for now I believe we should focus on cleaning what's left of this room."

A unanimous murmur of agreement filled the room as all the Jedi nodded their heads, all while gazing sadly at the brokenness around them.

"I'm afraid that will have to wait as well." A voice interrupted, followed by its owner pushing through the crowd. Windu appeared close to where me and Obi-Wan stood and crossed his arms, "I've received an unexpected call from the Chancellor, asking all the Jedi to the Senate building. Every Republic and Separatist leader will be there; for what reason, we have yet to know. All I was told is that this is urgent." He spoke uncertainly, then waited for the response of the crowd.

I didn't pay attention to what anyone else was saying, because I wondered if this urgent meeting had to do with what happened here at the Temple. Most would argue against that, seeing as many people in politics try to stay out of Jedi business. But the timing seems awfully convenient for this to just be a coincidence. If I'm right, and this does end up involving the Temple, then I don't have a clue as to what the Senate would have to say about it.

"We are requested there as soon as possible, so I suggest we leave now." Windu instructed, pushing through the crowd once more as he told everyone to get to their speeders.

Obi-Wan and I stayed in the back of the mass so that we could talk privately. I tilted my head close to his ear and spoke quietly, "You don't think (y/n)—"

"She did. I know she did." He sighed, cutting me off.

I felt my heart clench at his answer, and how confident he was with it, "But why? Why would she do this? And where did she go?" I just now realized that (y/n) was nowhere to be seen in the swarm of confused Jedi.

Obi-Wan shrugged as we began walking through the halls, "Sadly I do not know the answer to either of those questions. But Anakin," He stopped walking and turned to face me, making me do the same as I looked at him curiously. His features remained serious, "I imagine she's in a very fragile state right now. She's been through so much, more than you or I will ever be able to comprehend. And I'm afraid we've only added salt to her already opened wound." He shook his head dejectedly, before continuing, "So when we find her, let's try to be as understanding as possible." He rose an eyebrow in warning, probably assuming I'd let my temper get the best of me and make matters worse.

I nodded as I recalled my plan for when I see her again, "That's what I was hoping to do anyways. I love her so much Obi-Wan. Yes, she drives me crazy sometimes, but that only increases my want for her. I was so angry for how she contradicted the promise we both swore to keep—the one that she initiated. But you're right; we've never truly tried seeing life from her point of view. Even if we can't fully comprehend it, like you said, we can at least show her that we're trying to understand."

I can never stay mad at (y/n) for too long. By the end of this week I was already missing her; her smile, her obnoxious laugh, the way we would tease each other. What she did still hurts, and it can't be taken back. But being in love with her has taught me the importance of being the bigger person in these types of situations, so I want to talk things out with her in a mature setting.

Obi-Wan smiled warmly at my mini speech and patted my shoulder, looking both ways for any prying eyes before leaning close to me, "You never answered my question about the proposal."

I nodded quickly as I remembered earlier, when he asked if I still wanted to go through with my plan, "Yes, without a doubt, I still want to do it."

Obi-Wan's features softened, but his cerulean gaze seemed troubled, "Are you sure?"

I furrowed my brows slightly, confused by his uneasiness, "Yes, is something wrong with that?"

He sighed and kept his eyes closed for a moment, then opened them. He stared off into the distance at nothing in particular, but seemed to be formulating his next words carefully.

He finally looked back at me, "You know that I care for both of you, and support whatever you choose to do." He paused and eyed me with his brows raised, and I nodded to show that I agreed.

Obi-Wan sighed and continued, "But something has been concerning me for a while; What do you plan to do after the proposal? Things will change, as they always do for married couples. But will you both continue with your path as Jedi? Or will you....leave?"

By the perturbed look in his eyes, I could instantly tell what he was trying to say through these questions. I smiled teasingly and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Aw, does someone not want me to leave?" I questioned in a tone as if I was talking to a child.

Obi-Wan scowled at me and shrugged my hand off of him, "That's not what I'm saying." He responded defensively.

I smirked, knowing fully well that he would in fact miss both (y/n) and I if we left. I shook my head amusedly and continued walking towards the distant crowd of Jedi, "You can tell me how much you love me later, Obi-Wan. We have to head out now."

He groaned in annoyance from behind me, causing me to snicker.

~~~

I was instantly taken aback by how many people were at the Senate building.

In scattered groups, the Jedi filtered into the big coliseum-like room, where many of the other leaders swarmed inside to take their places. It was, still to my surprise, extremely packed. Everyone was bustling about, all buzzing with confusion. It seems no one else really knows what's going on either.

As Obi-Wan and I were about to enter the grand room, I suddenly heard my name being called. Conveniently, as I looked over, I recognized our two Senator friends walking towards us.

I waved back while nudging Obi-Wan, "Don't look now, but your boyfriend is here." I whispered teasingly.

I began walking in a direction where we could talk privately to them, at the other end of the hall. Behind me, Obi-Wan stammered, "Oh for goodness sake Anakin, he's not my—"

I ignored him and greeted our friends—who looked as elegant as ever—at the end of the hall. "Padmé, Elijah, I'm assuming you both don't know what's going on either?" I asked with a chuckle.

Padmé shook her head while straightening out her royal purple dress, "We were called here unexpectedly. Nobody knows why." She chewed her lip anxiously.

Elijah peeked over behind me for a moment, and then smiled shyly. I darted my eyes to where he was looking, and smirked when I saw Obi-Wan giving him the same expression as he came to stand beside me.

"Hello there." Obi-Wan greeted, folding his hands behind his back.

Elijah rose an eyebrow, seeming to know something that Padmé and I didn't, "Hello there, General Kenobi." He smiled seductively, and his shy persona instantly faded.

I saw Obi-Wan's posture stiffen, and he began to chew the inside of his cheek as if to compose himself, I furrowed my brows and was about to ask what was wrong until I sensed his force signature, and exactly what he was feeling. Surprised, and slightly entertained, I couldn't help but look down at Obi-Wan's lower body. My question was fully answered when I saw a bulge beginning to form under his belt.

My eyes widened, and I had to snort out a quiet laugh through my nose to suppress a full on cackle. I made eye contact with Padmé who looked just as shocked as I was. We both couldn't contain our smiles as we began giggling like immature teenagers.

"Not your boyfriend, huh?" I mumbled amusedly, causing him to sigh frustratedly at me, rolling his eyes as he readjusted his posture.

Padmé shook her head while Elijah chuckled, his shy mask returning. Obi-Wan just looked plain embarrassed now, amusing me further.

"Where is (y/n)?" Padmé asked curiously, her soft brown eyes searching around the mostly empty halls.

"I don't know." I shrugged sadly, because I was beginning to get worried about that. (y/n) wouldn't just disappear like this, and we haven't seen her at all today. I wouldn't be too surprised if she needed a break from everything, and took a cruiser off to some random planet for a day of R&R. But I would at least like to be aware of it. I've been trying to not assume that she's done something stupid or hurt herself, because we don't know anything yet. I don't want to assume anything until we find her.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I think we should join the rest." Elijah cut in, giving me an apologetic smile.

Noticing we were the last ones in the hallway, we finally entered the large room together. Almost everyone had taken their places with the Jedi standing directly in the middle of the room, so that they were being looked down at by everyone. It was spine tingling in a way to see all of them staring down at us pointedly, like we were children who had stolen candy.

I didn't like this. Something in the pit of my stomach told me that whatever is about to happen, isn't good.

Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed, and Chancellor Palpatine appeared on a big screen for everyone to see, as he usually is seen. Only this time, something was different about him.

I scrunched my features up to squint at him, because it seemed like he aged ten more years. His face had so many bags, and his eyes were dark, and ringed with a deep color of red. He was wearing a black cloak, with a hood that covered his head. Looking at him made a chill go down my spine; something was definitely not right. Only I didn't know what.

After inhaling deeply, he spoke, "Oh it was....it was horrible! I'll forever be scarred and traumatized. I hope no one will ever have to endure what I experienced today."

Murmurs of concern and confusion arose from everyone, and someone in the crowd of leaders shouted up at him to ask what happened.

The Chancellor suddenly locked his eyes on the herd of Jedi. I thought he looked horrendous already, but now that he's looking at us, it's actually causing fear to rise in my chest. "It was one of you, a Jedi, who attacked me with the intent of killing me. This attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed." He accused, and brought his hands up to his odious features.

The buzz of murmurs now escalated to a cacophony of gasps and protests. The leaders seemed to have mixed responses; some were angry, and some looked disbelieving of the Chancellor's accusations.

"Surely there must be a mistake, no Jedi would do such a thing." Master Mundi spoke, attempting to defend his people. The other Jedi nodded and gave inaudible hums of agreement.

The Chancellor shook his head, "You are sadly mistaken. We all thought we knew (y/n) (y/l/n) to be a bright ray of sunshine. But under the surface shielded much darkness, far beyond salvation. She revealed a plot by the Jedi to overthrow me, and then attempted to end my life. But her poor, broken soul couldn't seem to live with the guilt." He sighed, and his next dark words completely shattered me. "So she ended her own life."

Everything around me had turned to white noise. I couldn't hear anything but layers of static poking at me, spilling through my ears and into my brain. This moment didn't feel real, it couldn't be real. Time seemed to stop around me. All the voices were muffled because my ears were ringing, so badly that I wondered if they were actually bleeding.

"You have no proof!" Someone shouted.

"I always knew the Jedi were corrupt!" Another person shouted.

Everything was still fuzzy, but from what I could make out, it seemed more people were against us rather than with us. I snapped out of my foggy trance as I listened to all the malice in the room being thrown at us, all because the Chancellor made one outrageous claim. I shouldn't be surprised; people in power can easily persuade almost anyone.

I turned to Obi-Wan, grabbing his shoulders, "It's not true." I shook my head, feeling my heart caving in on itself, "Please Obi-Wan, tell me it's not true."

He looked at me painfully, and grabbed my face gently, "My dear boy....I truly don't know what to tell you."

I became angry, not caring that my tears were already falling, "He's lying, they're all lying!" I rose my voice and began sobbing, as Obi-Wan pulled me into his embrace to calm me down.

(y/n), my one and only love, she can't be gone. Is that why she's been missing? Did all of this happen today, after the training room was destroyed?

It doesn't make sense. This is all so random, and none of these events seem to be lining up. But why would the Chancellor make this up? He wouldn't lie about something like this. But I know (y/n), and that she wouldn't just attack him like he's said, without good reason. This situation has only raised my confusion, leaving more questions unanswered.

But as of now, the Chancellor has no proof of anything. I refuse to believe she's dead. I don't want to begin to imagine what my life would be like without her, because I already know what it would be. 

Nothing, because there is no life without her.

(y/n) POV:

I truly believed that I was dead. In fact, I had accepted it, made peace with it. I welcomed heaven as I assumed it had welcomed me after I fell off of the Temple roof. I remember those white clouds and the blue sky as clear as day.

But that wasn't heaven. It was my subconscious, creating a reality where everything was right in the world, where there was no darkness, and no evil people. A world where pressure and responsibility didn't crush me, where nothing was weighing me down. A world where I was happy.

But, like all good things, my time in my self-made heaven ended. And much to my dismay, I woke up.

The first indication that told me I was awake was the aching feeling in all of my muscles. It felt like my bones and tendons had been stretched, curled, snapped, and then badly stitched back together. I coughed once my throat began to function again, but my voice was so scratchy and my lips felt so swollen that I couldn't even talk.

My vision was blurred as I tried opening my eyes. My surroundings were dark for the most part, but I could faintly see some lights scattered in my peripherals. I was about to sit up, buy something pushed me back down, and this time I felt my head gently rest against something soft. A pillow, maybe?

I knew I wasn't back at the Temple, so I wondered who my knight in shining armor was. To save me from the fall I had; now that's skill.

"You're doing great, just keep resting." A muffled voice rang in my ears, and my heartbeat quickened when I could make out a figure leaning over me. It was a feminine voice, too. One that I recognize.

I could possibly have brain damage, or something else that completely flipped my nervous system upside down from that fall, but I swear I've heard that voice before.

A bright light shone directly in my face, making me squint and hiss slightly from the dramatic vision change. The light faded and a short apology was given by the voice of the person who was leaning above me, but they left my line of sight for a moment. I didn't really hear what they said afterwords, but it was something about them checking me for infection. On that note, I began to feel a searing pain in the corner of my bottom lip, which is probably another reason why it's so hard to talk.

When the person returned above me, my vision began to get clearer. And as soon as the shape of their body was made tangible, I immediately recognized them.

My breath caught in my throat from the shock, and I almost choked on my own saliva. I was in fact correct about recognizing the voice of my savior, and I almost wanted to cry as many emotions hit me at once upon realizing this persons identity.

"Ahsoka?"

(a/n): Hope y'all liked this one!❤️ Just to clear some things up; even though I'm not following the ROTS timeline, this takes place around the time when Ahsoka was living in the underworld of Coruscant.

Also, in case anyone was wondering, none of the Jedi can feel (y/n)'s force signature right now seeing as she's very weak and did almost die. (I'll mention it in the next chapter too)