POV: Obi-Wan Kenobi

"No. Anakin isn't here right now. I don't know where he's run off to. He hasn't been here for quite some time. I apologize for inconveniencing you. I hope you find him soon."

The man at my door nodded and walked away from my door. I closed it slowly and turned around. I glanced up the stairway and sighed.

This hadn't been the first time I'd had to deter someone from taking him away. He's been locked up in that blasted room for the last decade. I'm surprised he hasn't died yet. There have been plenty of opportunities.

I locked the door and slowly crept upstairs. I walked down the hallway and quietly pushed his door open. He stood in front of the window, watching the speeder zoom away. "How much longer are you going to put up with me?" he whispered.

I shook my head and pushed the door open further as he turned slightly. His face looked like he'd been crying for some time. He'd been heartbroken for the last ten years and I knew he'd never be able to recover from the incident.

"I'm not putting up with you, Anakin. I'm keeping an eye on you."

"I can take care of myself."

I scoffed at him. "Of course you can. It's not like you attempted suicide at least a dozen times."

He growled and glared. "I told you not to bring up the past ever again."

I knew that I wasn't supposed to bring up anything in regards to what happened in the last few years, but it was hard not to. He'd contained his emotions over the years, but he'd been beyond devastated in the first few.

"Anakin…"

"Please, just go," he begged, whispering. He closed his eyes and turned back to the window, arching over the frame.

I'd hoped that taking him somewhere serene might help him, but Naboo just wasn't his safe haven. He loved the scenery at night, however. He'd claimed that too many memories had been made here.

"If you need me, I'll be downstairs," I whispered.

I watched him fall to pieces in front of me and I knew there was nothing I could do to help him. He quietly sobbed by the window as I closed the door on him.

I walked across the wooden floor and sat on the landing of the stairway. I held my head in my hand as I thought back to the fateful day that I'd lost the man I'd been proud to call my brother.

He, Ahsoka, and I had been on Jabiim ten years ago. I'd been the one giving everyone else orders, which meant that I'd been responsible for splitting the two of them up.

Anakin knew that Ahsoka had feelings for a certain Bonteri male, but that didn't cause his ill feelings about the mission as a whole. Lux Bonteri had been captured by the Separatists because of his mother and Ahsoka had been the first one to jump at the offer of going to his rescue.

I still remember his words as I gave him and Ahsoka their designated parts of the mission. "If she gets hurt, I will never speak to you again."

His feelings for her clouded his judgment and he had no way of knowing that something so horrible was bound to happen. He'd put so much faith into his Padawan, as had I, and we'd fallen for such a horrid trick.

Flashback: Ten years ago.

I sat in the encampment we'd set up a few days ago. The rain was pouring heavily and I hadn't heard from neither Anakin nor Ahsoka. I raised my comlink to my face and commed Anakin. "Anakin, come in. Do you copy?"

"Ana – here. Mas – where – Ahsoka?"

"Anakin, I can't hear a blasted thing you're saying. I'm in the camp. Can you come back to me?"

"On m – way."

Within twenty minutes, he'd showed up. His hair was drenched, as were his Jedi robes. I stood up as he came closer to me. He was breathing heavily and he looked worried. "Have you… have you heard from Ahsoka?"

I shook my head. "I was hoping that you might have."

He also shook his head. "I've heard nothing. I'm worried about her, Obi-Wan. I've never let her go off on her own like this. What if she's trapped or drowned or –"

"You trust Ahsoka, correct?"

He swallowed and nodded. "Of course I do."

"Then you've nothing to worry about. She knows what she's getting herself into and she's got your faith to keep herself going."

He nodded as he shivered slightly. "Why don't you go dry yourself off, Anakin? I'll keep an eye and an ear out for her, all right?"

He glanced over his shoulder for a few moments, but nodded. "Let me know if you hear anything."

"Don't I always?"

He sighed, but smirked. I watched him walk past me into one of the makeshift tents.

A few days past and we'd still heard nothing from Ahsoka. He'd attempted to run through the rainy mist, but I warned him of the dangers of that idea. One, he could get captured. Two, he could hurt himself. Three, it wasn't worth it right now because there was no way in the blasted Force that he'd be able to see where he's going or make it back. He said he was worried because he'd lost his ability to feel her presence, but I told him not to worry.

After nearly four days, one of the troopers ran into our tent during the night. "Generals," he gasped, sounding out of breath.

Anakin and I sat up quickly and stared at the man in surprise. He was one of Ahsoka's men. Anakin got up quickly. "Where's Commander Tano?" he asked quickly.

The man shook his head and pulled a device out of his belt. He held it out and Anakin nearly jumped to take it from him. The clone left immediately and we heard several clones asking him if he was all right, asking him what had happened, and so on.

Anakin stared at the holoprojector in his hands and quickly brought up the hologram on it. We saw Ahsoka in Force binders, being dragged through an encampment by several figures in the air. I mean literally being dragged. I stared at his face as he gaped at the scene playing via holoprojection.

She was lifted quickly and looked injured as well as saddened by whatever had been done to her.

She was quickly thrust into a tent, falling down onto her knees. Her arms were behind her and she stared up at the man with a buzzing blade. She closed her eyes and was practically giving into what was destined to happen.

"Shall we give you a fighting chance or shall I just slay you where you sit?"

Lux Bonteri began to laugh beside him. "Just kill her. She was foolish enough to fall for this joke."

The man was familiar to me and it took a few moments to recognize him. Pre Vizsla. He'd been affiliated with Death Watch the last time I'd seen him and he attempted to get rid of Satine, the Duchess of Mandalore.

"Foolish, indeed. I thought the Jedi were forbidden to love? Why would you give into this so easily? You're such a pathetic waste of space. How could you ever fulfill your Master's expectations? Oh, if only he knew about what you'd done."

She lifted her head up at him and growled. "Do not bring my Master into this."

"Too late, little girl. We're recording this right now. Once we're finished with you, we'll send this directly to him via one of the surviving clones."

I saw Anakin's heart break on his face. "No! Please, don't. I beg you. Don't hurt him."

"Oh, do you have feelings for your Master, too? These are your final words to him, so make them good."

"I don't want him brought into this! If he sees this, I swear I'll kill you!"

I'd never heard her speak like that before and, judging by Anakin's face, neither had he. Vizsla laughed and shook his head. "So you've nothing to say to him?"

She looked uncertain for a few moments before sighing. "Master, I hope you don't see this. I hope you're proud of me even though I've failed you. I love you. I love you so much. You and I have been so close… and I'm so sorry for all the disappointments I've given you."

Tears began to form in his eyes as he took her words in. She loved him. He'd never thought she would return his feelings, nor had I. I expected her to be more of the rule abiding Jedi, but I'd been wrong.

"I love you so much, Master," she whispered, bowing her head.

Vizsla rolled his eyes as he raised his hand. The binders on her wrists were removed and she immediately stood up. "Fight, child. Prove yourself to your Master, if he means that much to you."

"Ahsoka, no," he whispered beside me, shaking his head. "Please, no…" I took the holoprojector from him as he continued to stare in horror.

She stood quickly and backed away from Vizsla. Her lightsabers were thrown to her feet and she lifted them quickly with the Force, activating them. She looked determined and I knew that was how Anakin liked to see her, but he didn't like where this was going.

Vizsla had a dark saber and I knew firsthand how difficult it was to defeat him with that weapon. He lunged towards her and several swings ensued. She'd blocked most of his blows and she'd even come close to hitting him several times.

After a few minutes of watching the fight, the dark saber slipped past her defenses and dug itself into her midsection.

"No!" he screamed beside me, scaring me. She had tears in her eyes as she gasped painfully. The dark saber was deactivated and a burning hole was where her stomach was. She dropped her sabers and they deactivated.

She held her midsection and curled into herself. I could hear the small cries echoing out of her as well as the ones beside me. Vizsla came into view and laughed into the projection. "Was she worth your time, Skywalker? Your pathetic Padawan had no chance in the real world. She's nothing without you. Does the same go for you?"

I watched as a clone was tossed onto the ground near her barely breathing body. It was the clone that had come back into our encampment. "You will take this projection to General Skywalker immediately. Do you understand me?"

He stared wide-eyed at the dying Padawan until he was kicked in the face. The projection fizzled and Anakin jumped up, running quickly out into the rain.

I ran after him, leaving the projection in the tent. He grabbed the clone. "Where is that camp?" he screamed, shaking the man's shoulders.

"Three clicks west," he whispered, staring at Anakin in fear.

Anakin took off and I followed him once again.

After a few minutes, we reached a burning encampment. I stopped and watched him run into the middle of the encampment. He fell to his knees and pulled his lifeless apprentice into his arms.

I walked over to him as he held her against his chest and sobbed. "A-Ahsoka," he whispered repeatedly, his voice shaking to the point where I almost didn't know what he was saying.

His arms were wrapped around her tightly and her head hung over his shoulder. I stared sadly at his face as tears and raindrops dripped down his cheeks.

He rocked back and forth for quite some time, wishing that she would wake up and laugh, telling him that she was just kidding. He stroked her dead cheeks and montrals, smiling weakly as he whispered, "Come on, Soka, you've pulled through much worse in the past. You can't leave me now…"

I knew that this was just the beginning of his madness. Denying her death would only hurt him more.

I watched as the light faded from his eyes over the next few hours. I could feel the darkness consuming him and I felt the Anakin I knew slipping away.

He told me in confidence not too long ago that he'd fallen for her and, judging by the way he touched her and talked to her in these last few minutes, I had no doubt about it.

He lost his love.