"You say she was shot and killed when she was about to reveal information?" Ki-Adi Mundi asks.

"Yes, Master Mundi. We got nothing out of it," I sigh. "Besides saving Senator Amidala."

Yoda spoke up, "only thing that matters, it is."

"Speaking of, what is to come of the Senator?" Obi Wan asked the Council.

"I suggest you take Miss Amidala on a refugee freighter back to Naboo and watch over her," Master Windu suggested.

"I have business elsewhere, but Anakin can do the job," Obi Wan said half heartedly. I wouldn't blame him, Anakin can sometimes neglect his duties. Suddenly I once again became jealous of Padmé. How lucky she was to spend time with Anakin while I will stay here and watch the library or something.

Master Windu motioned towards me, "and (Y/L/N) could come with. You can call yourselves Senator Amidala's Jedi Protectors."

"That is a fine idea, Master Windu," Anakin said, glancing over at me with a smile. "We make an excellent team."

"True, that is," Yoda smiled. Inside of me, butterflies swarmed in my stomach. Did I have feelings for Anakin? I don't even know.

"Then it is settled. Skywalker and (Y/L/N) will take Senator Amidala back to Naboo tomorrow at midday," Mace Windu told us.

"Thank you, Master Windu," I said, and we all bowed and exited the room.

******

There was a knock at my door. I got up and opened it to see Anakin.

"Hello. May I come in?" He asked.

I gestured my hand inside. He walked in and sat down on my bed.

"What brings you here?" I ask him, and go and sit next to him.

He turns his body towards me, "just wanted to talk. So, are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Actually, I'm really excited," I smile.

Anakin smiles back, "whys that?"

"I don't know, I guess it's because I haven't been on a mission in so long," I tell him.

"It's just to protect Padmé," he laughed.

I shrugged, "a mission is a mission." We sat in silence for a moment.

"Obi Wan told about Master Argus," he looked at me. "I'm very sorry, (Y/N)." I look at him and realize he's looking at me with sympathy. No, empathy.

"It's a past I cannot do anything about," I tell him.

"I've once lost someone very dear to me," water dwells in his eyes. "Before I came here to train, Qui Gon Jinn had found me. He fought for me to be a Jedi, to keep his promise of it. I wouldn't be here today without him."

That's who they were talking about last night. I rub his back, "that's terrible, Anakin. He sounded like a great mentor."

Anakin nodded his head. He began to wipe away tears, "so, tell me about you. I want to know the real (Y/N). How you got where you are today."

"Not much to me," I let out a small laugh.

"You're a lot more than that," he says, gazing into my eyes.

I hold the gaze a little longer, then let my eyes travel elsewhere, "I was born on Alderaan. It was really only my father and I. When I was really little, my mom just... Left. I don't know why. My father died, and on the day of his funeral, close Jedi friends of his, one of which was Master Argus, came up to me to pay me their respects. I don't know why they would come up to me being five at the time. But they sensed my strong connection with the Force, and asked me to come to Coruscant to become a Jedi."

Anakin smiles, "so you went to Coruscant?"

I shake my head, "no."

"Why not?" Anakin asks confused.

I took a deep breath in, "my father was a politician, and came here a lot. He would come home and tell me the stories of how corrupt this place was. I was terrified, so I told them no."

"But Coruscant is beautiful. At least, almost as beautiful as you," Anakin smiles.

I smile and look at my hands fidgeting with my robe, "my father told me how marvelous it was here, and he wasn't wrong. But he said, 'a place may be so beautiful, but ugly on the inside'."

"So then how'd you get here?" He asked.

"Everyday," I started, "they would visit me, practically begging me to come and learn the ways of the Force. I was living with my aunt at the time, who didn't care much for me. Honestly, I only left because of how much I disliked her."

He sat up strait, "tell me more about your father."

"My father was... My best friend," I smile with tears coming to my eyes. "He would actually play Jedi with me, getting a branch and making all the vwoosh noises. He'd always let me win in a battle. And every other week or so, he'd go to Naboo for some meeting. While he was there, he would buy this spice and bring it back home and bake these special cookies for me. They tasted amazing, and nothing I will ever eat will come close to tasting as good."

"How'd he die, if you don't mind me asking?" Anakin frowned.

It has been a long time since I've talked about my fathers death. I gulped, "one day, my father was flying home from Scipio, when his shuttle was bombed. They got him to a medbay, but it was too late."

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry," Anakin tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek.

"It doesn't hurt as bad as it used to. So what about you? Where'd you grow up?" I fall back into his blue eyes.

He fell back in mine, "I grew up on Tatooine. Pretty rough, but had some of the best times of my life there."

"What was a boy like you doing on Tatooine?" I ask.

"I was a slave," he says with disgust.

I frown, "that must've been terrible."

"Not all that bad. My owner was pretty... Decent. He didn't treat me as bad as how other slaves got treated. I was lucky," he said.

"That's good to hear," I say.

Anakin nods, "(Y/N), listen. I really came here to talk to you about something important."

"And what would that be?" I ask.

He takes a breath in, "(Y/N), since that day outside the Council Chamber... You stuck with me. Everyday I wondered when the day I would see you again would come. These feelings I have for you, I can't control. I try to destroy them. But I can't!"

"Anakin," I touch his arm.

"(Y/N)," he leaned closer to me, "surely you must feel something too."

"I -- I don't know..." I hesitate. Am I about to go against the Order and admit how I've been feeling, or keep it bottled inside?

"You do know," he lowered his voice, "you're just afraid to tell me. If you feel otherwise, it's okay. But please, tell me if you're suffering as much as I am."

I turn my head away. What am I supposed to do? I've never been in a situation near this.

Anakin grabs my hand, "(Y/N), don't be afraid to tell me the truth."

Why does he push so much? Why does he have to know so badly? "Anakin...Every time you come around, I don't want you to leave. And when you do leave, an emptiness inside me aches."

"Then you admit you have these feelings?" He asks, eyes wide.

"Yes, Anakin. But --" I start.

He interrupts me, "I -- I can't control how I feel. I suffered without you in my life, and now that your back I'm suffering more. Because I know you won't accept my feelings. Accept things I will say that cannot be used lightly. (Y/N), I love you."

I shake my head, "love? Anakin, we barely even know --" I start but am interrupted. Again.

"But I know enough to love you." He furrows his eyebrows, "do you feel the same?"

I close my eyes, "I don't even know what love is."

"Then let me show you," Anakin says. He leans into me slowly. Our lips are only a hair apart, until I place my hand on his chest and stop him from getting closer.

Anakin looks hurt.

"If you think a kiss is going to determine how I feel, you're wrong," I say sternly. I get up and walk out of the room. He calls after me but I keep walking.