"And you're sure that's what you saw?" Obi-Wan questioned, a worried expression crossing his face.

"Yes Master, y/n may be in danger, it's only a matter of time before they come looking for her." I said.

Obi-Wan asked, "But why would they do that? She's one of their most promising apprentices."

I sighed, "Who knows, greed can make people do terrible things."

"Right. Well thank you for bringing this to my attention Anakin, I guess your dreams can be of use." Obi-Wan said.

I smiled at him, it felt nice to be appreciated.

"I suppose its best to free her then, I worry the Empire will do anything in their power to get her back, and we can't risk putting others at risk,' Obi-Wan said, a more serious expression on his face.

"But Master, she is a worthy prisoner, we can't let her go so soon!" I said desperately. I didn't want all our efforts to go to waste. This was a valuable Sith, we couldn't just release her!

"I'm sorry Anakin, but we shan't risk it," He said, clear frustration in his tone. "However I'm sure there's a way we can keep a constant tab on her..."

"A tracker?" I asked.

His eyes lit up,"Ah-Yes! That would be perfect, we'll just have to hope she doesn't move too much during the process... You do mean a tracker in her arm, correct?"

I meant me.

"Yes Master, we shall do what we must," I said.

"Well done Padawan, I will get that sorted soon enough," said Obi-Wan,"May the force be with you!"He shouted as he walked down the corridor, away.

"May the force be with you too Master," I replied.

I made my way to my room, I thought it best to meditate considering the past few days events.

Once I was sat with my legs crossed on my floor, I shut my eyes and tried to focus, clearing my mind of any thoughts.

Then her body appeared in my mind.

Dressed in her Sith robes, sat in her cell. Her curves...

Fuck.

I told myself I only had that thought because I was still a growing man, I mean it was natural to feel desires. Still, it was not the Jedi code, and she was a Sith.

I tried again, clearing my mind of any thoughts and relaxing.

Then Padmé appeared in my mind. My heart fluttered slightly at the thought of her, although hardly as strong as it used to.

I supposed liking a Senator was better than liking a Sith.

That was when a sudden sharp pain pinched my arm. I looked down to see a device of sorts, attaching something to me. Wait no, in my arm. It was a tracker.

I was in y/n's body, I knew it. I heard a sharp scream echo in my brain. It was her.

The agony from the tracker must've been a lot, since I felt it too. A seething hot pain.

I needed to exit my trance. It wasn't real. It wasn't happening to me.

I kept repeating those phrases in my head until it went quite, and I was back in my meditative state.

What the fuck just happened.

I was used to visons, sure, but never anything that vivid.

I hurriedly stood up, my breathing fast and heavy from what I had just experienced.

Spending too much time around this Sith is making me go mad. I knew I had to visit Padmé, to distract me from the torment y/n was wreaking upon me.

I felt as though I couldn't breathe around her, my anger and rage spitting inside of me when I was in her prescence. I'm sure she felt it too.

It was hatred. Pure hatred.

But then why was I having oddly... intimate... visions of her.

I suppose love and hate could be quite similar, with the constant thought of them lingering in your mind. My brain was confusing my hate for love, which lead to the conflict I was feeling.

My thoughts were interuppted by a knock at my door.

I made my way to my door and opened it to be greeted by Obi-Wan.

"Master, can I help you?" I asked, confused as to why he was here.

"Ah no, just thought you might want to know that y/n has now left," He said, before his brows furrowed,"If only she knew your vision from last night. Well, I can imagine she would've gone mad."

I smirked,"Oh she would've. At least there's no more threat Master."

"Yes, you've done a good job Padawan," He praised me.

"Thank you Master, I do try my hardest," I said.

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Y/n's pov

He was on my mind the entire way back to the Imperial ship, as if taunting me through my thoughts. I needed to stop. He liked her.

Padmé.

I felt a swelling in my stomach at the thought of them kissing on that balcony.

Was it jealousy?

No, I felt that every time he was near me, it couldn't be jealousy, it was hate, anger, rage, all the other possible emotions other than anything suggesting I liked him in the slightest.

Because I didn't.

He was a Jedi, a cruel one at that. It was a surprise he wasn't a Sith himself. Palpatine had said it himself, he would be a good asset.

Maybe then we would hate each other slightly less.

I felt a jolt as my ship finally landed on the Imperial Star Destroyer, and a hiss of air as I pressed open the door.

Upon exiting the craft, I began making my way to my room. Meditation was what I was craving right now.

Once I'd made it to my room, I decided to take a hot shower, the events from the last few days had worn me out.

As I let the warm water trickle down me, I couldn't help but wonder why they'd let me go so easily. They'd said it themselves, they weren't going to give up on questioning me easily. Maybe they'd discovered Palpatines plan...

However, even I didn't know what Palpatines plan was.

I brushed the thought off, and continued with my shower. It felt comforting to have the warm water on my body. It reminded me of...

An image appeared in my mind. The baths. The day when we were at our most exposed to each other. I can vividly remember his toned abs, his v-line, then seeing him smirking at me when he noticed me blushing. I felt a warmth rush through me, not from the shower.

Fuck, the toll this man was having on me...

I'd had enough, it would be better if he had just never existed, never entered my life, better if he were dead. I would kill him in a heartbeat.

I abruptly turned off the shower, the swell of rage inside me building up. I needed to train my mind, to focus more on the dark side, not on Anakin Skywalker.

So I stepped out from the shower and walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around me.

I did my usual sitting on the floor with my legs crossed and attempted cleared my mind. Pushing away the thoughts of Skywalker, of Bespin, Malvo, and everything. I just needed a break from it all.

I managed to stay in this state for a while, I knew the only way I was going to block people from reading my mind was if I built up a barrier. And that's what I was going to do.

I was going to block them out. Skywalker would never read my thoughts again.

Once I was done meditating, I collapsed on my bed, the exhaustion finally hitting me.

I spent the whole night dreaming.

Dreaming of him.

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