I wake up to Anakin unlocking me. I sit in a chair, my hands cuffed. He smiles as I open my eyes, and places his hand on my cheek. "I thought I lost you."

"I will never leave you," I say weakly. Anakin smiles sadly, and continues to unlock me. I realize he has two lightsabers on his belt, and he does too. He sets one of them on my lap. It's not mine, but he must of realized I didn't have one and gotten it from Gabriel or Von. Von. I hope he's okay. He must be.

"What about me?" I hear a voice next to me.

Anakin looks left of me, "you're next." I look to find Palpatine. Then I look to my right and see Obi-Wan crushed under a platform.

I gasp, "Obi-Wan..."

"He's okay," Anakin reassures me. "Dooku got away. I still sense him, though. Possibly he is on the bridge." I nod my head in response. He finishes unlocking me, then he goes to help Palpatine. Oh, how I disliked him. I rub my wrists and stand up. "Your eye is scratched, be careful." The memory of Dooku striking my face repeats, and I cringe.

I go help Obi-Wan out from under the platform. "Leave him, we don't have–" the Chancellor starts.

"His fate will be the same as ours," I retort. The Chancellor nods embarrassed. As I try to pick Obi-Wan up, yet fail, Anakin comes next to me and picks him up.

"You're injured, let me take him," he suggests. There was no stopping him now because he already was carrying him. Now to the bridge.

~*~

Well we got to the bridge. But we weren't planning on being escorted there by droids. On a good note, Obi-Wan woke up.

Now, Grevious stands before us. "Ah, General Skywalker. You're a lot younger than I thought... For your reputation."

"Grevious," Anakin snarls. "You're a lot shorter than I expected."

The droid grunts, and takes our lightsabers. Obi-Wan sighs, "please do not do anything to ruin our chance of living, Anakin."

I let out a laugh, and the Jedi Master rolls his eyes. As I scan the room, I spot Dooku. He glares at me, as I do to him. Anger builds up, and all I want to do is stab him and end his useless life. "You are finished!" Grevious declares.

"Eh, I don't think so," Anakin grins. "Artoo! Now!" Artoo goes nuts, creating a distraction. The three of us Jedi force grab our lightsabers and free ourselves from the chains. We begin to kill the droids surrounding us. Shocked, Grevious scurries to the window, and as we finish the last droid, he destroys the window and flies out into space. All of us struggle to hold on. Then, the blast doors close, and we slowly land back on our feet.

"Three Jedi means more fun," Dooku laughs. "Especially you, (Y/L/N)."

I ignite my lightsaber, anger rising. "Oh Dooku, my powers have doubled -No tripled- the last we dueled."

"Then triple the prize when I kill you," he devilishly grins. I sense Anakin coming to help, but I force push him back and close the blast door. Now we are in the hallway. "You are making a grave mistake!" Dooku says, stepping back. Instead of answering him, I glare.

I find my hands coming down for a swift strike. No, more of a powerful strike. It contained to skill or advantage at all, besides the burning fire inside of me providing such strength. Dooku easily counters it, but staggers back as he does. He grunts as he jumps high in the air and slashes his blade down. If I wasn't quicker, he would of cut me in half like a sandwich. The Count lingers on his knees for a moment, only to get up and face me. Yellow, beady eyes have consumed his brown ones. Never in my life have I expected the Count to become this angry. But those aren't his eyes. Those are only the reflection of what I am to become.

The blazing fire inside of me acts before my brain, and I come at Dooku with various strikes. For as simple as the Shi-cho form is, it was really working for me against this mighty Sith. At the power and speed my hands come down at the Count, he is taken back. He begins to struggle to keep up. Strike after strike, and for him block after block. Each defensive position he keeps is with luck. Unfortunately, he had lost all of his luck. I jump, making a 360 degree turn in the process, and use my momentum to slash at the Count. Honestly, I was hoping that would finish him, but sadly I only cut of his hands.

Dooku screams in agony. But he soon begins to snicker, "oh, (Y/N)... You Jedi and your rules will not allow this to be the end of me!" He begins to laugh unconditionally, like a crazy man.

Instead of walking away from his episode, I force reach for his lightsaber. The curved hilt fits perfectly in my grip. I ignite the red blade, and the Count stops laughing. Slowly, I step closer to him, both blades extended, one blue, one red. Both of my personalities combine into one. The evil within me, and the good. Whatever I wear on my face scares the Count, as he slumps his shoulder and releases the sensation of fear. His body trembles, his face frowns, and his features all the more become uglier.

He shakes his head, "you will not kill me!"

The fire inside me still ablaze, I cross the two lightsabers, making an X, and place the point where the two blades meet millimeters away from Dookus neck. His teeth begins to chatter, and he looks like an innocent little boy, with droopy eyes, and sagging wrinkles. "You are mistaken, Count." I slide the two blades across each other, so once each goes off the end they are no longer touching. In the process, the Counts head tumbles down his body like a boulder down a hill. His body relaxes, and it falls backwards.

With pleasure, I turn of the lightsabers, and force push Dookus into the wall, causing it to shatter. As I spin around on my heel, a wave of guilt floods over me. My eyes meet Anakin's, who just opens the blast door, only to witness the mess that lays behind me. His eyes widen, and he stands in shock. No – fear.

"What have I done," is all I manage to get out as I drop to my knees. The space around me begins to spin and blur, and I feel as if I am going to throw up. I close my eyes, and feel my body drop to the floor as blackness fills my surroundings.

~*~

The sound of beeps of monitors can be heard. I slowly open my eyes, only to find it difficult to readjust to the bright lights.

As my vision clears, I can tell it is difficult to see out of my left eye. My hand reaches for it, and I suddenly jerk it away as my touch brings pain. I look down at myself, in my Jedi clothing. Contemplating whether I should leave or not, a medical assistant comes into the room. She eyes me before looking back out the hallway and carefully shutting the door.

"What happened?" I ask, my voice scratchy. "Where's General Skywalker? My Padawan Von?" My hands try to bring myself up, but the lady rushes over and gently pushes me back down. I study her. She has darker skin, and her thick hair is in a braid. Her eyes are brown, and she wears a light blue jumpsuit.

She looks behind her, realizing the blinds to the room are open. Quickly, she rushes over and closes them, then walks back to me. "You're lucky I am a woman who cares about people," the assistant states harshly. I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me, "what a disgust you are to the Order!" My lips turn into a frown.

"I– I don't know—"

"You... Idiot!" She whisper yells. "How could you get yourself in this position?" I blink, and slowly close my eyes.

"If you wish to not tell me what is going on... Leave me, and let me rest," I sigh. There is silence, and for a moment, I think she's gone.

I keep my eyes closed as she speaks. "General (Y/L/N)..." she begins, voice shaky. "You're–" i can hear her gulp, "you're pregnant." My eyes shoot open, and my stomach rises to my throat. It feels as if I can't breath. As if I'm being strangled.

Pregnant? How– how could I be pregnant? Obviously it is Anakin's child, but how are we this stupid? This ignorant? What have we done?

"Who knows?" I stammer.

The lady places her hand on mine, "no one. I was taking your reports up when I saw the tests said you were positive... The reports are destroyed. Luckily I know how to make mock papers."

If she was thinking her telling me that made me feel better, it didn't. It didn't take the fear away. The anticipation. Excitement. Rush. Thrill.

Happiness.

"Thank you," I croak out. I begin to get out of bed, and as she tries to stop me I speak, "I am leaving, and you will not stop me."

She offers a smile, "goodbye and good luck to you. I wish you well. Congratulations, and may the force be with you."

I look back and smile, "may the force be with you."

~*~