A/N: Hello there! First, I'd like to say a huge thank you to the extremely positive response I've had to this story. I appreciate every comment, follow and favourite, as well as everyone else who has dedicated some of their time to reading my ramblings.

As promised, here is the next instalment of my little brain child. Hopefully,Anakin can begin to understand what the hell is happening. Enjoy!

Previously:

Taking a few calming breaths, Qui-Gon shifted his gaze to beyond Anakin, looking past him with haunted, weary eyes.

"You know damn well that Obi-Wan died 12 years ago when I found you on Naboo, so I suggest you stop this little game now."

That impossible statement said with such raw emotion seemed to freeze time around him. As if he had been drenched in ice cold water, Anakin could do nothing but stare. The Chosen One had never felt so powerless.

What?

Something to be understood about Anakin Skywalker. He was a fantastic Jedi; both on the battlefield and off.

A bit quick to anger, perhaps, and not exactly the dictionary definition of "in control of his emotions". But when it came to physicality, give him a lightsaber and he was a whirlwind of energy. Coupled with the sheer raw power he exuded, and his desire to simply help, few among the Jedi could say that he hadn't earned his place within their ranks, even if they weren't all fans of his.

Having said that…his one vice? Before the clock reached the afternoon, Anakin was completely and utterly useless. He could have slept for 1 hour or for 10, but without at least 3 cups of caff, mornings were his biggest, as yet undefeated enemy.

So, the speed at which Anakin ran out of the apartment after hearing that would have impressed many under different circumstances. After a few moments of staring uselessly across at Qui-Gon, mouth agape, he had torn through the small rooms and out the front door as if the entire Separatist army were at his heels. He heard no voice calling after him, which wouldn't really have stopped him anyway. He didn't know where he was even running too, had no destination in mind but away, but his feet had taken him to a small balcony on the other side of the Temple, one of his favourite spots to sit with-

Obi-Wan.

Bent over and panting, Anakin tried desperately to catch his breath. He thought fleetingly that maybe this was Obi-Wan's idea of a cruel joke, but the thought was gone as quickly as it had arrived, for he was certain that his Master didn't have a cruel bone in his body. Extremely sarcastic and secretly just as mischievous as his Padawan? Hells, that was his entire skeleton, let alone a bone, but cruel? And especially about this? Never.

Reaching out for the bond that neither had been able to bring themselves to sever after Anakin's knighting, he poured all his desperation, fear and confusion into it, hoping to elicit some sort of response.

Obi-Wan? Come on, please, OBI-WAN!

Silence.

Gasping, Anakin reached blindly for the balcony railing, suddenly feeling like the lost little boy who had been brought to the temple with only one person to call home. And that person was apparently missing.

…Obi-Wan? Master?

One last futile attempt. Anakin realised something, the truth of his impossible situation like a punch to the gut. Obi-Wan wasn't simply ignoring him, (which, given the thunderstorm of emotions Anakin was loudly projecting in his direction, he just wouldn't do).

The bond he shared with his Master was just… gone.

Obi-Wan was gone.

Tears of confusion and anger prickled at the corner of his eyes. Beginning to pace, Anakin tried frantically to understand what could possibly be happening. Was he dreaming? Under some sort of hypnosis? Yet, when he reached into the Force, it had betrayed nothing. No, from what he could tell, what was happening right now was terribly real.

And Anakin had never been so afraid.

What else had changed? How had this changed? How did he change it back? Where was his Master? How could he have been dead for 12 years? So many questions with so frustratingly few answers.

Alright, Skywalker. Pull yourself together. Whatever's going on, you're the only one who can fix it. Obi-Wan needs you.

Yes, his Master (for whatever reason) wasn't there to help Anakin sort this mess out. He'd have to be smart about this and figure it out. For both of their sakes.

Okay, breathe. Calm down and feel. The Force must have something to offer.

In a moment of maturity that would have made his Master proud, Anakin stopped pacing, leant back against the railing, closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. As proud of his emotions as he was, utter panic would do nothing to help anyone. He reached out into the force and searched, with as much power as he could.

At first, nothing. But when he looked beyond trying to find Obi-Wan, he gasped. There! In his head, he could feel…a bond. No, bonds, plural. The first, sat where Obi-Wan's presence should have been. Instead, he felt a somewhat foreign aura, tinged with a hint of familiarity. Who the fuck…

Frowning, he tentatively pushed at it, only to be hit with a strong, hastily raised mental barrier. But it was enough. What had Qui-Gon called him that morning?

"My old Padawan"

Qui-Gon had trained him. Not Obi-Wan. Because Obi-Wan had died.

Rather than dwell on that now, he continued to push, to examine the second bond in his head. Again, he gasped, but not out of bewilderment. For he knew that presence, almost as well as he knew Obi-Wan's. Finally, he could start to get some answers. Leaving the balcony, Anakin headed with renewed purpose towards the archives, where his connection told him to go.

Surely Ahsoka would know what was happening.

A/N: The plot thickens! Yes, Ahsoka is here, but will she be able to provide the answers Anakin is looking for?

(I mean no, but he doesn't know that yet…)

A bit of a sorter chapter here, but next week, expect something a bit longer. Anyway, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Until the next time x