"As I said, miracles."

His smile was contagious. So badly, in fact, that it had me mirroring his expression, grinning from ear to ear without even noticing. Those little wrinkles appeared by his eyes, making the urge to trace them with the tips of my fingers almost unbearable. It was mesmerizing how they lit up his entire face until he was practically beaming back at me. It made a flutter appear in my stomach that only grew with every second that his eyes brightened.

I chuckled softly and leaned against him, breathing in his scent and letting it wash over me. Mint and pine, mixed with the freshness of a morning ocean breeze. It eased off the tension that had gotten its grip on my muscles. The tautness slowly ebbed away as that sea scent washed over me. My fingers glided over the skin of his shoulders as I leaned in closer, letting his warmth envelop me while our foreheads pressed together. He mirrored my actions and closed his eyes contently.

"No, not a miracle." I breathed softly, sighing as I looked down at the scar. From between the edges the darkness pulsed weakly, as if trying to escape the boundary that only grew thicker around it. "I couldn't see before, but now..."

My words drifted off as my mind wandered, going to the moments that scar had been most present. The moments when I'd glanced at the skin, pulsing with darkness, and found only loneliness and resentment in my heart.

The last few months I spent on Valeria, after our first fight in Coruscant, at its worst when I tried to sever the bond the moment before the trial and when he'd sent me away mere days ago. It all seemed to click in my head until the full picture was finally shown to me. Obi Wan's hand threaded through my hair and pulled on it gently, redirecting my gaze back to his.

I could feel his chest rumble beneath my fingers as he spoke deeply. "Tell me." His voice was musky, his eyes narrowing in worry.

"Honestly, I'm not entirely sure. This is all new. I guess we have to find out the further we go along, since this kind of magic is rare but..." I sighed deeply as I sorted it all out in my head. Tried to understand it myself, even. "Obi Wan, our bond, it's... it's not like any other I've ever heard of."

His eyebrows knotted together; concern written all over his face. "At first I thought that it was because you were a Jedi, since no Valerian has ever bonded with another species before, but it's more complicated than that. I suppose everything is complicated when it comes to us, but, -"

As my words turned into soft mumbles his grip on my waist tightened the tiniest bit. "Lyanna." He warned, growing impatient. It shook me from the train of thought I'd let myself get dragged into.

I took in a deep breath and then blurted out in one go. "I think you were my anchor." The confusion in his eyes only seemed to expand as he cocked his head to the side, eyes growing distant as his mind raced, no doubt trying to figure out the meaning behind the words. Only then did I realize that that word would make no sense to him.

"When I came back, I came back because of you. Because of your words, your voice that lured me back. I heard them right before I would've passed through the gates of Valhalla and I used them to find my way. They're the only reason... why I am here." I explained. The fog in his eyes seemed to clear.

"I think that because of that my life was tethered to yours, similar to the way Arthas's was bound to mine." I explained as my fingers played with the silken hair at the nape of his neck. "At first I didn't even realize, but it makes sense. We can't just simply return from the dead, after all, without paying a price or having some form of consequence."

"Consequence?" Obi Wan questioned as that worry only grew. I could feel the unrest in him expanding, the force around him feeling restless. Those calm oceans turned into winter storms.

I quickly continued. "My father, Anduin, was taken by madness mere days after my mother left him. Which makes sense, given she would've been the first person he would've made his anchor, his reason to return."

There was still more confusion in his eyes than clarity. "Obi Wan, our magic, my Fireheart powers, they're fuelled by life, by love. I needed something strong enough to return from the dead and the most powerful thing that could sustain that life was our bond. It snapped me back like a cord, and it kept me alive after. That is why I couldn't sever it, that is why it scarred me like this when we were apart. It was the only thing keeping me intact."

His mouth opened and shut repeatedly. Perhaps he did understand it, but he couldn't grasp the fact that it was real. It went against everything the jedi code stood for, after all. Love was supposed to be something dangerous to them, not the reason someone could survive death.

I chuckled softly as my heart calmed. "All our names have an odd symbolism behind them." I whispered as I circled his hair around my finger. "Stormrages, who's fury often results in the most dangerous storms Valeria has ever endured. Blackwings, who can turn day into night with but a single swing of their wings. Timeturners, who with a single motion of their hands can replay a moment for eternity."

My fingers closed around his hand and raised it to the left side of my chest. "Firehearts, -" His palm then rested against the skin where he could feel my heart thumping beneath. "Whose fire burn, whose hearts beat only for those who have taken them. Whose heart is protected and kept alive by them."

Obi Wan took in a deep breath when realisation dawned on him. It lasted a bit longer till his thoughts had sorted out, too, mumbles falling off his lips as he processed everything. "Lyanna, -" He murmured as his brows drew together. "I..." He let out a deep breath as he laid his hand against the side of my face. "I don't know what to say."

I smiled softly, leaning into the palm of his hand as I closed my eyes. "You don't have to say anything." I whispered and turned my head, placing a kiss in the middle of his palm. "I only wanted you to know."

He let out a shaky breath. "I promise you, my Fireheart, -" He leaned in closer, making me lift his gaze back to his. "I will protect it with my life."

A hesitated smile appeared on my lips and my eyes quickly fell from his. The motion had his breath stocking in his throat. "Unless..." Obi Wan muttered, noticing the uneasiness that played in my entire stance. His mind ran through everything that was said as he studied me, thinking. "What did you mean 'were' your anchor?"

I bit my lip and avoided his eyes at all costs. "Lyanna, -"

The scolding in his voice was clear. "I can't tell you, Obi Wan." I spoke before he could continue. "I wish I could, but I literally cannot." I lifted my gaze to his. "Please, believe me."

His frown only deepened as he stammered. "Lyanna, -" He sat up straight and grasped my hips, pushing me a few inches back so he could see me entirely. His hands settled there, reassuringly, as he spoke further. "What did you do?"

I nodded and cast my eyes downward to my fingers which were splayed on his bare chest. No more lies. We'd promised. I couldn't possibly break that vow within the first few minutes. "When I went to retrieve the supplies needed to save you, I encountered more resistance than I could've handled on my own." My fingers trembled as I continued, afraid of his reaction. "I had to make a deal. Help to save you, in exchange for something else."

Then our gazes connected as I awaited his reaction. He only pressed his lips into a thin line, his jaw clenching. "With whom?" At that I quickly looked away again, followed by that warning tone in his voice I knew all too well. "Lyanna."

I let out a deep breath. "Arthas." His head dropped as he cursed under his breath, his hold on my hips tightening. Unease grew inside of me, fear of losing him once again due to this decision. "I had no choice, Obi. You would've died. Not only that, there's a chance I would've gone with you. It was the only choice I had and I..."

"I know, I know." He let out another frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair and looked back up. "I know, darling, and I'm not mad at you." He whispered soothingly as he gently tucked a wayward lock of hair behind my ear. "I just... I hate the fact that you had to put yourself at risk for me."

I quickly leaned forward when frustrated tears appeared in his eyes. My hands lifted and enveloped his face, at which he let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. Tears ran down his cheeks as he leaned into my embrace. "You would've done the same for me." I whispered and put a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth while my thumbs wiped away the tears.

"Of that, I have no doubt." He smiled softly, putting his own hands on top of my own. "Can you at least tell me the deal hasn't endangered you any further?"

"No, no, it won't." I murmured as I inched back. The thing Arthas had asked for still puzzled me up to that very moment. It'd sounded simple, safe, almost too easy. It was too good to be true and I was sure that there was something that I wasn't seeing. I just had to figure out what it was, before it was too late.

"Good." Obi Wan whispered as his thumb started tracing circles on my hands.

The feeling had me staring back into his eyes, watching those different shades of blue and emerald melt together into a perfect hue. Only then did I realize how much I'd missed looking into them and feeling the comfort they always brought. He didn't seem to notice my glance, for his gaze had dropped to the scar now visible on my neck. The scar that Maul had left there.

"Speaking of danger, -" One of his eyebrows lifted. "we still have to figure a way out of here without Maul finding us." I bit my lip after I'd spoken, eyes darting to the side to try and not get distracted.

I could feel his questioning gaze on me. "You don't want to fight him again?" Obi Wan asked as he dropped his hands to my thighs. "You seemed pretty intend on killing him last time." He continued when I only pressed my lips into a thin line.

"Last time I was trying to prove a point." I answered and looked back into his eyes. "To you, but mostly to myself, I wanted to prove that I was strong enough to hold my own. That I was enough." My shoulders slumped as I eased another deep breath out. "But right now, I realize that my only priority is getting you to safety. Nothing else matters."

Obi Wan's lips pulled into a smile while his fingers reached out for my chin. "Lyanna Fireheart, -" He pinched my skin as he took a hold of me, lifting my face in his direction. My breath halted in my throat at the insisting look he gave me as his eyes darted between the two of mine. "Don't you ever doubt yourself again."

Inching closer, he pressed a soft kiss on my lips before muttering. "You are perfectly imperfect." He slanted his lips over mine after, his fingers gliding over my jaw until they threaded through my red locks. A low hum escaped my throat as I leaned into his touch contently, my chest warming as if a fire had started in its hearth. When his breath had escaped him, he drew back a few inches. "And I love every piece of your broken, fiery and stubborn heart."

I chuckled against his lips. "And I love every piece of your loyal, stern and unyielding one." He mirrored my expression before he pressed another kiss against my lips. "And I'd like to keep it beating a little while longer." I disentangled myself from his hold and swung my legs over his, scooting to the edge of the bed. "Which means getting out of here before Maul can find us."

I made my way over to the map that had been sprawled out on the table a few feet further. My eyes soon darted over every street and building there, trying to find a way out. In the corner of my vision, I saw Obi Wan following my actions, but before his feet could touch the ground I put my hand up. "No, you stay there." I ordered sternly. "I don't want you tearing my beautiful stitches."

A deep chuckle that had a shiver running up my spine followed. "Of course, doctor." His legs settled back on the bed. "I wouldn't dare." His fingers inched towards the wound, tracing the edges. "How did you heal it this fast, though?" He questioned while eyeing the crust.

A breathy scoff left my lips as I leaned both my hands on the table. "Maybe it was the 5 health stims I pumped into your body, or the broadest spectrum antibiotics I could find that I practically filled you with. Or, perhaps, of course, my impeccable surgery skills." Obi Wan chuckled softly at the last part and shot me a playful glare.

A smile played on my lips before it faded. "No, it was the health stims. Combined with a bit of my timeturner power, which I have dreadfully little of, your metabolism worked about 10 times faster. That is why it looks like it's a week old. " I glanced his way, to the way his skin almost shone gold in the candlelight and the rosy tint to his cheeks. How different it had been mere hours ago. "Still, it was terrifyingly close."

"I know." Obi Wan nodded and lowered his stare.

His eyes grew distant as he bit his lip. It made me straighten my spine and examine him more closely. "When it was at its worst, you said something." He perked up and leered my way again. "You wanted me to tell Anakin something, but you never got to what." I took a few steps his way. "What was it?"

"Oh, that." Obi Wan chuckled nervously and let his hand run through his hair. It only made some pieces in the back stand up even more. "I wanted him to know that..." He sighed, and it seemed he'd given up on trying to hide something. "That it's okay to love someone, that he shouldn't have to hide it and that I was sorry that I made him feel that way."

My heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds as my mouth dropped open slightly. "Of course, it was a stupid thing to say, -" Before he could finish his sentence I'd already leapt towards him and swung my arms around his neck, pressing a deep kiss against his lips.

"No, it wasn't." His widened eyes met my hazy ones when I drew back a few inches. "It might be the smartest thing you've said all week." The grin that graced his lips after had my stomach flipping in my chest.

~

Hours later, when a beginning of a plan had formed in my head, knocking sounded on the trap door leading to our little hide out. Our frightened gazes met but soon dissolved when a familiar, feminine voice followed in a language I still couldn't quite understand. Luckily, Obi Wan answered in that strange tongue fluently. Soon after the door lifted and her head peeked around the corner.

Those large eyes widened even further when she saw the jedi casually reading on his bed, his jedi tunic already donned over his chest. He greeted her cheerfully and with a grand smile, that had flutters appearing in my stomach no matter how hard I tried to fight it.

"Ah, good." I smiled up at her descending figure as she climbed her way into the basement. Strange clothes clung to her body, and she sported large blueish bags under her big brown eyes. "Just who I wanted to see." I motioned for her to come towards me. "Obi, can you ask her if she has any communication device? If we were to reach Anakin, we could try and get him to form a distraction for our escape."

Obi Wan nodded at me and soon turned towards the woman, his coruscanti accent clear even in the strange language. As he translated the woman before us grew uneasy and casted her gaze down to the floor. Soft, muttered phrases followed that had the jedi straightening up to try and hear her better. "That's the thing, -" He translated with a frown. "all the frequencies have been blocked. Crimson dawn has..."

My gaze lifted to his when he stopped midsentence, concern written all over his face. "They have taken over the entire city and issued a lockdown. There's an unpassable ray shield around the city, which makes it impossible to reach anyone outside, and they've posted patrols on nearly every street. The only way out is guarded by at least 20 soldiers, and he has sent 30 others to go through every house. It won't be long until he comes here." When he finished his eyes connected with mine, and I saw the fear and hopelessness written all over them before he quickly shut it down. An iron facade appeared in its place.

He turned back towards the woman and posed a question, which had me shifting on my feet uneasily as she answered nervously. "The controls to the shield are at the top of the tower in the middle of the city." The moment he said those words my gaze darted towards the map, both hands steadying my body against the table. "And if we were to try and reach our base, the only way would be to shut those down and use the radio centre a few blocks away."

"Nothing's ever easy for us, is it?" Mumbling, I let my eyes glide over the streets connected to the tower. When on my mission to the hospital, I'd seen the building far up in the sky, its peak reaching the clouds. There was no doubt on my mind that the controls were on the top of it. "It won't be easy getting there unnoticed, let alone sneak away when we've disabled it and make it towards the radio centre unscathed."

Obi Wan took in a deep breath and seemed to steel himself for something. "Who said anything about sneaking?" A tentative smile graced his lips as he glanced my way hesitantly.

"Obi, -" My brows knitted together. "- you're in no shape. You're wounded, badly. Even though it seems as if it's all healed now, your body is still recovering. You won't be able to fight when they find us and find us they surely will."

"No, no I won't." He groaned softly as he planted his feet on the ground and carefully shifted his weight on top of them. I knew any attempt to stop him would be in vain. Puffing and groaning, he leaned his hands on his knees as he held my gaze. "But you will."

My mind short circuited and stammers fell off my lips. "You... You want me to fight?"

"Yes." He scoffed and smiled to himself, finding it curious. "In fact, I'm planning to send you right into danger." Obi Wan blurted before he took in a few deep breaths to steady his panting. "We need a distraction for me to reach Anakin and you're the perfect candidate. They know what you can do, so there's no use in holding back now." He held my stare before he diverted his gaze. "I don't like it, but it's the best option we've got."

It took me another few moments to realize he was actually urging me to do this. "So what, I go towards that tower, blazing fire, and just burn it all to ash?"

That hesitant smile now turned into a full, bright one. "That's exactly what you're going to do."

Hello there, my darlings.

It's been some time. How are y'all doing?

Had a HUUUGE writers block which hasn't been dissolved entirely, so so sorry about that. Just finished my internship at psychiatry too, so that was also occasionally interesting when it came to my own mental health. hhehehe. But I survived, and I'm back!

How excited are we all for next week? Because, honestly, I'm already dying on the inside because of the trailer alone. Jeesh, when Kenobi's out, we wouldn't probably be able to function for weeks. This will get intersting. 

Anyways, see you next time! (Also, I'm still amazed by the support last chapter, haven't reached 30 votes in a long, long while. So thank you for that! :))