Anakin's POV:
"...Extremely feverish..."
"...Out of here..."
"...Resolute..."
"...Please, Master..."
"...Anakin..."
Too many voices. Too many sounds. All of the noises were making his head throb even more profoundly. Anakin couldn't place any of their speaking into words that made sense, nor realise who the person talking was. He wasn't sure of what was real. The things he heard, saw or felt were all muddled and mixed-up and they seemed to melt together, making his already assaulted and dazed mind more confused. Was there blaster fire? Or was it just his ringing eardrums? Why was it pitch black? Or were his eyelids just too weak to open? Was the ground quaking? Or was it his convulsing form? Why was there fire? Or if no fire, then why was he burning?
Anakin couldn't even remember how or why he was where he was: lying on the hard, cold ground, arms wrapped weakly around his convulsing and nauseous abdomen, knees brought up to his chest that he seemed to subconsciously do, in a minor way to protect himself from whatever—it was human instinct, though he definitely was in no condition to defend himself whatsoever. His head was tucked in and quick uneven breaths escaped his mouth at alarming rates.
"...Anakin..."
"...Master...What do we..."
"...'Droids...Cover..."
The voices were talking again and it only made Anakin scrunch his face up in discomfort. He'd gotten so used to the peacefulness and serenity of unconsciousness that he once had, and now the new sounds were irritating and made the pain throughout his head increase. He could never pick up on what they were saying, since their voices seemed to go in and out of existence.
"...Must go... Come.."
With a change of position, he felt an arm slide underneath his knees and another arm around his back. He previously was curled up on the cold, metallic floor that seemed to relief him of the extreme warmness upon his being, though now, he was being carried. Anakin knew that he was too weak and shaky to walk—let alone move—on his own, so he didn't protest the sudden alteration of movement—even though he wanted to. The person was being—or trying to be—very gentle, though they were running in motion, as it seemed. Every slight halt, step or manoeuvre was sending new spikes of pain through out his body. He tried to tell the person to stop running, but only a small, feeble moan escaped his dehydrated lips. Every jolt made his stomach twist and turn unnaturally. Waves of nausea came crashing down and there was no way of stopping the gagging, though nothing came up since his stomach was completely empty.
He didn't know how much time had past—it seemed like eternity—but the next thing he knew, the person carrying him had come to a pause and now a smaller hand was placed against his forehead under his sweat-filled, loose, darkened curls. The hand felt freezing against his fiery skin, so it sent a cold shiver down his spine. He didn't have any strength to fight it off, however he didn't want to, because within the hand's connection to his mind, he got an overwhelming feeling of sleepiness and gladly welcomed it.
Ahsoka's POV:
...10 minutes before...
Ahsoka's emerald green lightsaber blade sliced through the metal framework of the heavy, steel prison cell door aboard the Separatist cruiser, alongside Obi-Wan's sapphire ocean blue laser sword. The heat from their sabre's melted away the metallic structure door, leaving golden-red singed line marks and red hot embers in the air.
Together, the duo made a symmetrical semi circle that joined together to make one round disk. With one tight Force-pull, the circler shape was pulled from its place towards Obi-Wan and Ahsoka. Normally they would Force-push it forward, though they couldn't risk hurting the person they suspected to be inside. From his faint Force-signature, they could sense weakness, pain, delirium, and that sensation only got heavier once they entered the cell. The Force was dense in the atmosphere of the darkened, metal cell. Both Jedi could feel it heavily covered with illness and a blinding heat.
Immediately Ahsoka's eyes went towards the origin. The origin was of corse who they were planning to rescue and she knew deep down that it was her master who was in such a state.
"Quick! Guard the entrance and comm Rex." Ahsoka stated firmly, though the shock and worry in her voice didn't fail to seep through. She probably shouldn't be giving Master Obi-Wan orders, though the worry for her Master was blinding all other senses and it seemed as if Anakin was the top priority. In the Jedi Order, putting ones life at the absolute most importance was unacceptable, showing Ahsoka had a too strong of an attachment; but she couldn't care about that right now-even if a Jedi Master was watching.
Thankfully, Obi-Wan was already on a same page. He was standing outside, just incase any Seppie 'droids decide to show up early. Ahsoka could hear him talking into his comm-link, which was probably to send backup clone troopers, or to find a way out of this prison. She only hoped Rex and his men would get here fast, since the Separatist battle droids would soon start firing at them.
Ahsoka turned her head away and focused her attention to what was most important: Anakin. She bent down to his curled-up and shaky form and scanned his body with her eyes, finding a way to assess the current situation like she had always been taught to. Her guess was either poison, virus or infection lingering within his system; some type of blood poisoning in one way or another—hence his deathly pale skin, darkened eyelids, flushed cheeks, the shaking and among other problems that they would need a med-scanner to assess with.
"Master," She tried, but there was no response. His eyes didn't even flicker and she couldn't tell if he was awake and aware, or not. When she put a gentle palm upon his cheek, Ahsoka could almost feel the heat radiating off her own hand just from touching him. Through the Force, she got a dose of what he was feeling and it was anything but pleasant. His internal temperature was definitely too hot for a standard Human, and being dehydrated didn't help.
"Master Obi-Wan, this isn't good. He's extremely feverish." Ahsoka said, trying to keep her voice hidden of her ever growing concern. She was beginning to seriously distress over her master's state. She knew that it wasn't the way of the Jedi to get affected by emotion, though her feelings had become more hard not to show. Ahsoka was quite sure that Obi-Wan was definitely noticing, though right now, they both knew that this moment was not the right time for a lecture about attachment and being over ruled by emotion. To be honest, though, Ahsoka half-expected to find Obi-Wan in the same sort of mind set as herself. After all, Anakin was his former padawan. Maybe he could be just as anxious as she was...
Obi-Wan came to Ahsoka's side and also placed a hand on Anakin's cheek. He frowned. "We need to get him out of here." Obi-Wan replied and she nodded in agreement—it was pretty obvious. There was only the question of: How. Ahsoka thought about their options. She knew Rex was coming with backup, but the Seppie 'droids would be arriving soon and they needed to escape now. Plus, Anakin wasn't very aware, so that would be a problem.
Now they couldn't wait for Rex any longer, since Ahsoka could hear the clanking of battle droids marching towards the cell block.
"We'll just have to meet Rex on the Resolute. The 'droids are coming—we don't have much time to come up with a plan." Ahsoka said grimly. This was normally the part in the mission where Anakin would state his reckless but plausible backup tactic and it always seemed to work out, though without his crazy idea's, the mission almost seemed different. She didn't know if it was because of the tough situation that they'd gotten themselves into, or that there was basically no way of escaping with this stupid plan. Breaking in seemed a lot easier...
Ahsoka crouched down lower to her master again. This time she put a hand on his shoulder. Even through his black tunic she could still feel the feverish heat. "Please, Master. I know you're ill, but we have to leave now." He didn't really move, apart from shaking. She tried to reach into his Force-signature, though nothing but a sickly sense was present.
Ahsoka looked up worriedly to meet Obi-Wan's gaze just as concerned. "Anakin," Obi-Wan said softly, but once again, there was no response. Both Jedi did take notice of how fast his breathing did become, however.
Jedi couldn't sense 'droids—because they weren't living things—though both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka could hear them coming down the hallway faster now.
"Anakin, can you hear me?" Obi-Wan asked as gently as possible for their weak friend.
"Master." Ahsoka said as well, sympathetically. This wasn't working and they needed to do something. "What do we do, Master Kenobi?"
Obi-Wan looked around as if to search for an answer. "The 'droids are about to open fire, so I suggest you use your lightsaber's as cover, while we make a run for the hangar. Hopefully the Separatist have a ship we can 'borrow'."
Ahsoka nodded feebly and stood outside the door, just in time to see the waves of 'droids around the corner corridor approach. As soon as they saw her, millions of blaster bolts were being fired from their blasters, though Ahsoka was well-trained and she knew how to deflect each and every laser. Obi-Wan came out seconds later carrying Anakin who was slightly gagging. Ahsoka winced as she caught another portion of what her master was feeling through their shared bond, and almost gagged as well. The sensation caught her off guard and she nearly missed a laser bolt that flew through the air.
Come on, Ahsoka. Stay focused, or it could mean death for all of us, Ahsoka reminded herself. A Jedi mustn't get distracted. Just remember your training.
They made their way towards the hangar, with waves of battle droids and their opponent's attack's closing in. It didn't take long for either Ahsoka or Obi-Wan to get aboard one of the smaller vessels, roughly around the same size as the Twilight, though a litter larger and more expensive-looking. It was a standard ship.
Ahsoka ran to the cot-pit and got one glance at her Master and Master Kenobi as he turned a corner, probably heading for the small medbay that was aboard every freighter or ship.
She jumped into the pilot seat and flicked some switches and the ship's engines roared to life. Punching in the coordinates for the Republic fleet, Ahsoka pulled the hyper drive lever forward and watched as the ship glided out of the hangar and into the blurred, bright blue streaks of hyperspace.
Soon after connecting Rex and the Resolute informing them of their tight situation and Anakin's condition, she bolted for the tiny infirmary. As soon as she entered, the sickly smell of illness and bile polluted the air—the Force, too. Obi-Wan stood over Anakin—who was lying and twisting on the cot—with a med-scanner scanning over his ghostly pale body.
She turned to Obi-Wan, not wanting to see her Master in such a state where she could do nothing to help.
"He shouldn't be this warm. Temperature's almost 41.5°C (or 106.7°F)." Obi-Wan said, tapping the 'scanner like a datapad.
Ahsoka didn't know Human anatomy as well as she knew Togrutan anatomy, though she recalled from various medical, and health classes when she was younger, that 41.5°C (or 106.7°F) were definitely extremely close to the danger levels for a Human's internal temperature, if not higher than the danger levels already.
She tried to send cooling and soothing wave-links through their bond, though she wasn't a healer and doubted it would do much. What he really needed was a bacta tank immediately. Hopefully he would remain stable enough to survive the three hour journey back to the Resolute.
Her soothing vibes weren't doing much, since he was still twisting and turning on the cot, making muffled moaning sounds. She didn't need to be a Jedi to sense that her master was in pain.
She lightly placed a palm onto his damp forehead, but this time instead of trying to cool him down, she offered him a sleep suggestion and she could feel him take it. Ahsoka sighed in relief when she looked up, and saw that Anakin was blissfully sleeping.
"I don't think he'll stay like this for long." Ahsoka admitted though. She guessed he would be out for not more than 30 minutes.
"We'll be lucky if he can remain in the same condition as now as then when we arrive at the Resolute." Obi-Wan said, shuffling through any of the equipment that could be useful. So far, all he could find was some general pain medication, a few hypo sedatives and bacta patches. He knew that obviously there would be no bacta tank, but and IV drip would be helpful right now, yet it couldn't be found.
Ahsoka gave one last look at Anakin before she headed for the cot-pit to keep the Resolute informed on updates. Anakin would be alright—for the moment, and she knew he would be okay if Obi-Wan was there, though there was a wrongfulness feeling about the whole situation.
A silent prayer was whispered through the Force, hoping that somehow Ahsoka's message reached into Anakin's unconsciousness, past the sickness and fever.
Be strong, Master.
Anakin's POV:
...30 minutes later...
Their was fire...flames...everywhere. It was all he could see, and all he could feel. Their was just so much burning. The smell of dusty ash and molten lava polluted the thick warm air, as well as the darkness that consumed every single wave-link through the Force.
When his drowsy eyes finally were able to see and focus, the colour red instantly came into view, as well as two human figures. He couldn't muster the strength to sense them, and the Force was too clouded by illness to see, so Anakin didn't and couldn't use the galaxy's energy field to find out about them.
However, the more he studied his surroundings, the more confused and dazed his mind became (if it was possible). The much shorter of the two figures had a feminine build, brown hair secured neatly within a bun, matching coco-coloured tear-filled eyes, with the most beautiful soft, angelic, doll-like features that he could remember anywhere, even if he wasn't fully coherent...
It was Padmé.
Anakin wanted to run to her, to touch her, to hug her, to kiss her...But he felt weak—too weak to move. The only thing he could do was watch, while he observed from a far with the flaming lava blazing.
"Padmé..." He was only able to whisper out.
Right now he felt like he needed her more than ever.
The other person was immediately recognised too, though through his assaulted mind, he just couldn't put the pieces together in a way that made sense... The person was himself?... but how can that be him, if he is right here? That him is not he, right? What is he? Is he even he?
The unknown Anakin began to shout, both Padmé and real Anakin flinching as the harsh words. He was yelling things like "We don't have to run away anymore!" and "I have brought peace to the Republic!" Those types of words would sound nice if they weren't so full of hatred.
More things were said, though he wasn't quiet sure he was listening. He tried to, but everything just got so mixed up and blurry. 'Chancellor', 'overthrow' and 'rule' were understandable enough, though. "The Jedi turned against me; don't you turn against me!"
"No..." He tried to tell the insane doppelgänger.
Soon he was able to make out Padmé sobbing, and it hurt him so much to see her in this kind of torment. She looked like she was pleading, begging. "I don't know you anymore!" she cried. "Anakin... you're breaking my heart! You're going down a path I cannot follow!"
"I'm here... That's... not me..." He sounded almost desperate, just wanting his wife to see his true self, and not this evil twisted version of Anakin Skywalker.
"Because of Obi-Wan?' The voice was emotionless, but laced with hidden rage. Real Anakin didn't know how he knew that... he just did.
"Because of what you've done-what you plan to do! Stop, stop now, come back! I love you!"
"No... I- I love y- too-... No..." What was he seeing?! This was horrible! The fear and pain in her eyes made him want to cry himself, and he was pretty sure he was.
Doppelgänger was no longer listening to her pleas, as something else on the Naboo ship's ramp caught all his attention. He was fixated on it, like it was an obsession. Cold-blooded rage unleashed when Obi-Wan appeared from within.
"Obi-Wan... Please." Real Anakin turned immediately to his Master, wanting Kenobi for any sort of relief from this nightmare, but that never came as he was never even acknowledged.
"LIAR!" screamed the twisted man, using a such a loud voice that Anakin didn't even recognised it as his own. This person was like an evil, deranged, psychotic mirror, that hurt him whenever he looked into it. He knew it wasn't himself, but it still pained him either way.
"No!" His wife cried, backing away in fear as the doppelgänger stalked forward.
"You're with him! You brought him here to kill me!" The other him raised his arm and in that second, Padmé began to grasp her neck to release the invisible hold, choking her slowly.
Anakin's eyes widened, as he was able to process enough to understand what he was seeing...and it petrified him, desperately trying to break free from the mayhem. "Stop... No... Please... Padmé... Obi-Wan, help..." He pleaded for her needed to spear her from dying in agony, to stop what only could be described as a psychotic, merciless clone of himself strangle his own wife.
"Let her go, Anakin!" Obi-Wan shouted, voice filling the highly tensioned air.
"Anakin..." Padmé struggled to breathe, deprived of oxygen.
"Stop it... sh- she's dyin-..."
Doppelgänger Anakin's face stayed fixed on Padmé, eyes filled with fury, hot embers and hatred, but the Anakin observing showed horror, terror, and unbelievable dread, tears burning down his cheeks.
"Let. Her. Go." Obi-Wan's voice boomed, using a tone he had never heard. The doppelgänger didn't even flinch, but fury released into his irises when he dropped the hold around Padmé's throat and all the attention was towards Obi-Wan.
Real Anakin didn't care about them anymore, only about his wife — his beloved angel, unconscious, oxygen deprived and dying on the platform's tiles. His knees gave in, collapsing to the ground just like Padmé. He no longer had the energy and capability to stand anymore. This cruel, evil dream that made him question reality was twisting his mind so much it had a physical effect on his body.
"Padmé..." Anakin tried to talked to her, on all fours, not even attempting to rise since he'd helplessly fall back down again. Nausea formed inside, as he desperately struggled to feel a pulse, but his hand drifted through her like a ghost's would. "No..."
"You turned her against me!"
"You have done that yourself!"
"YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER FROM ME!"
More yelling, more screams, more violence, more fury; but Anakin couldn't look past Padmé's significantly paled face.
"Your anger and lust for power have already done that." Obi-Wan responded surprisingly free of distress, but having a cold edge to his voice. He took off his cloak and it dropped to the ground.
The two men started to circle each other like animals in the wild, and the Anakin filled with hatred left Padmé's side, unlike before when he was acting like a predator guarding its prey protectively... No, not protectively... Possessively. Padmé was his, and he wouldn't let Obi-Wan take what was his away.
He turned to away from Obi-Wan's gaze, giving the Jedi Master time to check on the Senator. One Anakin stared into the lava with his eyes hidden with embers, while the other one practically begged for his Master's help.
"Obi-W-Wan... please... I nee- need...you-..." I need you, Obi-Wan. You need to get Padmé out of here. That creature of the Dark Side is not me. You must see that. Please, Obi-Wan, see me. I'm right here. That's not me. I would never do this to you-to Padmé. Don't leave, please. I need you. He tried so hard to say all those things, but his whole body was just so weak. If he couldn't stand, he couldn't talk either.
"You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now...until you have become the very thing you swore to destroy."
"Don't lecture me, Obi-Wan." That was a statement Anakin had said often, but he didn't like how venomous and cold it sounded coming from the dark creature-he wouldn't dare call it himself. "I see through the lies of the Jedi! I do not fear the Dark Side as you do!"
"Plea-..." Make it stop. I can't watch this. Nightmares were a frequent thing for Anakin Skywalker, but he never cried because of them, never begged for them to stop, never pleaded for his Master's help. He was the Chosen One, and he doesn't get affected by whatever his own mind creates in its sleep... But this was so different, so mind-twistingly unbelievably horribly torturous to see his own self in such a haunting menace of the dark.
"I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire!"
Obi-Wan rose from the ground, now facing the newly apprenticed Sith. "Your new Empire?"
"Empire?..." There's an Empire? What happened to the Republic? Obi-Wan was staring at the back of his lost apprentice, and could almost feel the rage build up within the doppelgänger.
Oh, Force, please no... Anakin didn't like where this was going. He knows how much he acts out of emotion, and if this thing truly was just a dark version of himself, the next following moments would go very, very bad.
"Don't make me kill you."
It was just five words, but it made Anakin's chest restrict so much his breathe got caught in his lungs.
"Anakin, my allegiance lie to the Republic, to DEMOCRACY!"
the real Anakin hated the fact that Obi-Wan-his friend, mentor, person who basically raised him-was having to deal with this just as much as he-the Anakin that would never turn to the Dark Side-was. Even more than being hurt himself was watching others hurt too. Deep past that hidden face of Kenobi's was so much torment and pain, just as much as the real Anakin's.
The Dark Side Anakin however was not so pained. He thrived off Obi-Wan's terror and used the Force to grow powerful, putting more emotion and passion into each wave-link he sent out. "If you are not with me... then you are my enemy!"
Obi-Wan froze, and the dreaded-though short-silence was too much for the Anakin observing. "Only a Sith deals in absolutes." Obi-Wan said, "I will do what I must."
And Obi-Wan's lightsaber was drawn.
"You will try..."
And the Sith's lightsaber was ignited.
Obi-Wan's POV:
Thejourney back to the Resolutewas, what... 3 hours? 4 hour long? But sitting in the hard chair, just watching his former Padawan evidently in pain was clearly making time seem forever-lasting.
Every now and then, Obi-Wan would wash a damp cloth over Anakin's head to reduce the fever, but his condition didn't change. He didn't have the exact medical equipment to tell (other than a med-scanner) but knew by the way the younger Jedi trembled, and how his features were so flushed, and the only thing he could sense from their incredibly strong bond was burning heat.
"Obi-Wan..."
He heard his name instantly, just as he had with every other word that sounded from Anakin's unconscious mumbling. The boy had said numerous things, some coming out distressed words and others just names, but Obi-Wan still caught everything he said.
Anxiety was constantly being released into the Force, as a way to get rid of his concerns. Its only a few hours away until he'll be aboard the 'Resolute', Obi-Wan said to himself over and over. But his main worry was that the boy needed to be on the Resolute now. There they had bacta tanks, healers and a whole medbay; but this stupid ship had only the most basics of medical supplies-none of which would do any good. He did have the Force aid in healing Anakin, but without being a healer, he doubted it was doing much. Ahsoka's sleep suggestion was wearing off, too.
"Please... it's...not me..."
He brushed back another strand of wet curls as Anakin moaned and arched away from the touch.
"Stop... Obi-Wan... I-... I didn't... betray..."
The mixed-up words were now becoming more lucid, and Obi-Wan debated if he should wake Anakin from whatever affliction he was dealing with in unconsciousness. He wanted Anakin to be in the less amount of pain, wether that was physical or emotional. He scowled and had a bitter thought, wanting the young Jedi to just get a break for once. He'd been captured and tortured by seppies first and then Force knows what they'd done to him to have him end up like this.
"It's hot... don't leave... please... don't leave me..."
"Anakin," Obi-Wan soothed, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He didn't know Anakin had heard him, but hoped it would have and effect somehow.
"Brother..." Little did Obi-Wan know that Anakin actually repeated something Obi-Wan had said in his nightmare.
Ahsoka came into the room moments later, looking just as tired and stressed and worried as the Jedi Master. "How is he?" she asked, waves of concern floating off her and into the air. She wasn't doing a very good job at hiding her emotions, nor releasing them into the Force, he wasn't going to say anything.
"Certainly not good." He replied, before putting the cloth down. "How long until we reach the Resolute?"
"It's still a couple hours, Master."
Obi-Wan just nodded.
Anakin, on the cot, twisted and moaned, catching both the other Jedi's attention. "Don't leave... It's hot... burning..."
Ahsoka came to her Master's side, trying to steady him as he squirmed at their gentle hands. "Master-Anakin."
The cold cloth was placed on his forehead again, but only managed to plunge him deeper into delirium. "Please... Please... It burns..." he whimpered, never sounding so feeble or venerable like this before.
"Anakin, it's alright. You're here-safe." Obi-Wan said to him, wondering if he was still asleep or not.
"It burns... Don't go... Obi-Wan..."
"I'm right here with you, Anakin. I'm right here." His voice wasn't angry or mad, just so gentle, fearing that Anakin will hurt himself with all these attempts to break free from their light hold.
Things in the room started to implode on themselves now, with shelves flying across the room and hitting the wall harshly. Anakin opened his blood-shot, unfocused eyes-so he was awake-but apparently didn't know he was losing control over the Force. This happened to really ill and delirious Jedi, though he had a feeling Anakin would unleash more power because of his higher-than-avrage Force connection.
With all physical strength he could muster, Anakin's hand gripped Obi-Wan's wrist, holding onto it like a lifeline. "I'm sorry... I didn't... Padmé... I'm sorry..." His breathing was coming out too fast, and it look like he was hyperventilating.
The little table that held basic pain medication flew down, knocking all its contents over the floor. Obi-Wan tried to ignore that (and all the other things starting shake), taking the cloth away. It was probably doing more harm than good.
"Anakin, you need to listen to me." Obi-Wan calmed, sending slow and cool waves through their bond. "You're safe. Ahsoka and I are right here. We're not leaving. You're okay. Whatever you saw wasn't real. You're very ill, and you were dreaming."
The clattering of objects decreased and slowed and so did his heart rate, both well Jedi taking a sigh of relief. "But... But I betrayed you... and Padmé... she- she was... dead." He closed his eye tightly, as if escaping the memory.
He obviously didn't have a clue what his former apprentice was talking about, but from what the slightly incoherent Anakin was saying, it didn't sound pleasant. "None of it was real, Anakin. Whatever you saw-none of that ever happened."
"None of it ever happened?" he echoed, trying to convince himself of Obi-Wan's statement.
"None of it ever happened."
The trio did eventually reach the Resolute, with Anakin in and out of consousness again, though the healers managed to get his condition stable. Bacta did play a big part in that though, too. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were actually kind of surprised, because Anakin didn't seemed to remember anything of the trip, just bits and piece. He told them he remembered feeling hot, like he was burning, but thats about it. That was all he could remember.
The matter didn't seem as important as the weeks and months when on. Anakin was doing fine, making recovery. Sometimes it didn't seem like he'd been injured or ill in the first place.
It was only when Obi-Wan felt Anakin slip away from the lightness did he recall this mission.
It was only when Obi-Wan felt the tears evaporate from his cheeks on the lava bank on Mustafar did he know what Anakin was talking about when he was so ill.
It was only when Obi-Wan sat alone in the hut on Tatooine, he remembered what he said to assure Anakin that it was only a dream did he realise how wrong he was; because it did happen. And it transpired with hotness, fever and burning.
A/N
Man, I'm tired. It's 1:35 and I want to go to bed xD I only went over this once, so there are probably a lot of mistakes.
I didn't really know where I was going with this one, there isn't a basic set-up, other then Anakin dreams about the future. I guess I just wanted to make him have a vision, but make it more interesting.
Originally, This was going to be a separate story and not a one-shot because of its length, but I was like 'whatever, it can go in my short stories collection.'
I began this ages ago, and only finished it now xD Feedback is awesome to receive :)
May the Force be with you
-CyanGalaxy