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Warning: There is no smut in this chapter, but it will appear from time to time throughout the story.

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It had been five days since we were separated. And I felt empty. I'd catch glimpses of him when walking through the temple, which Yoda was perfectly okay with. There was really no way to go about avoiding each other completely. However, today would be interesting as both him, Anakin, and I were requested to a council meeting to discuss options on how to pick up our now cold trail on the sith.

My heart was thumping in my chest as we would be in the same room, but unable to interact more than what was necessary.

I stood in front of the mirror, gazing back at my reflection. I am strong, I can do this. I chanted back to myself over and over again.

There was a quiet knock on the door. I set down my brush and went for it, opening it quickly.

"Anakin!" I was honestly delighted to see him. Like he was a part of Obi Wan that I could still hold on to.

"Good afternoon Amy!" Anakin grinned, just as equally happy to see me. "Obi Wan sent me to get you, he had to meet with Master Yoda."

"Well good, I could use a handsome escort" I chimed as I reached for my cloak and headed out the door.

Anakin beamed with confidence. "My lady" He stated, hold out his arm.

I chuckled, taking it graciously. And off we went to the council room.

I held my breath as we entered, seeing Obi Wan on the far side of the room speaking with Yoda. I quickly averted my eyes, now trying to draw my attention to a granite bust of some ancient Jedi Master. I stared at it intently, the whole time concentrating on not looking at Obi Wan.

"I didn't know you took an interest in art" Anakin stated, staring inquisitively at the statue I was pretending to be so focused on.

"Yeah, I'm not really. I was just curious of his life" nodding toward the bust "I wonder what it would be like to live in his day." I lied, trying to make something sound at least feasible.

"hmmm" Anakin breathed thoughtfully "I dunno, but I bet it was hard"

I nodded in agreement, noticing Master Windu entering the room, signaling everyone to take their places. Anakin went to sit by Obi Wan, and I carefully followed, sitting on the other side of Anakin.

"Any updates on the sith?" Mace Windu asked, looking towards a projection of one of the other masters.

They responded back as the image flickered "There had been rumors that he was seen on the outer rims of the Nijune sector. However, we have been scavenging him for days, and still I do not sense his presence here."

"So, we have nothing to go off of?" Master Windu sighed with frustration.

"Hmmm" Master Yoda chimed in, "Ponder on this we will. For now, mission for young skywalker I have." Yoda went on to explain the mission for Anakin to accompany Master Windu to escort some diplomats to neighboring systems. I felt Anakin tense slightly. No one ever really wanted to go on missions with Master Windu. He was always just so... uptight.

"This will be a good learning experience for Anakin to learn about our dealings with politics" Obi Wan stated. My stomach lurched, hearing his voice.

"Will my Master Obi Wan be coming with us?" Anakin asked hopefully.

"Training for Master Kenobi, I have" Yoda stated, immediately damping Anakins spirits. But Anakin nodded dutifully.

As time went on, we discussed a few other details regarding the sith and our next moves. And the more time ticked by, the more focused I had to stay on avoiding Obi Wan. Soon, my thoughts were purely on keeping my eyes on the floor, that is, until I heard my name. I looked up curiously, and saw every eye in the room focused on me... well almost every eye.

Not knowing what was asked, I sat there in silence.

"Much on her mind, Amy has. Distracted she has been." Yoda said calmly with a small smile. "In need of her assistance, I am. Go with Anakin and Master Windu, I advise not."

"It is settled then" Master Windu said firmly, "It will be just Anakin and I" I heard a quiet groan from Anakin, and I smiled sympathetically. "Well, If we've addressed everything, we should adjourn the meeting. Anakin and I will leave at first light tomorrow."

"Until our next meeting, the force with you, may be." Yoda said, hobbling off his chair.

Everyone got up to leave, and before I could even think to not look at Obi Wan, he was gone from the room.

I eventually wandered out of the council room, not quite wanting to go back to my quarters. So I decided to meander down to the other end of the temple towards the music chamber. I often went there to help release feelings into the force. As I walked into the empty hall, I approached the white piano. I sat down, staring at the keys, emotionless, the sun shining in brightly upon the great room.

Lifting my fingers, I traced along the keys, unsure of what my heart wanted to release. My thoughts rested on Obi Wan and the music began. An enchanting melody soon filled the air, as I told my feelings to the world around me. The more I confessed my thoughts, the more the tempo increased. Not once speaking a word, I had just conveyed the adventures Obi Wan and I shared, stranded on that planet. As I thought about our last passionate kiss, tears filled my eyes. I defiantly blinked them away, as I noticed some other Jedi entering to listen blindy to my story.

As I finally reached the point in my story I was now living, the music stopped suddenly, incomplete. My fingers would not play anymore. So I just sat there, staring down at the keys. I sensed the Jedi dispersing, slightly disappointed by the unfinished piece.

"Hide your feelings well, you do not"

I turned to Master Yoda, not quite sure what to say.

"A gift, you have. Convey messages of hope and courage, you can" Yoda said as he hobbled up next to me on the bench. "Outside the door, Obi Wan is. Sense him, I can."

I looked down at the little green man. He looked up at me amusingly, almost as if he were hinting an answer to me for a very important test. I sat concentrating on his face, trying to figure out the answer that was so close I should be able to grasp it.

Apparently needing to give more of a hint, Yoda reached out to caress the keys in front of us. "Indeed, rare your gift is. Bless lives, it can. Give peace to those who hear, you can." Yoda seemed to accentuate that last sentence.

Could it be Yoda wanted me to communicate with Obi Wan without actually speaking. Well, it's worth a shot. I reached out to touch the keys again. Not quite sure what feelings to convey.

"Need to hear of strength and hope, Obi Wan does"

I hesitantly let my fingers begin to play, as a haunting tune echoed through the halls. The more I thought on Obi Wan and his valiant characteristics, the more gallant the melody became. And with all of the force in me, I played whatever hope and strength I could put into the music. As I imagined Obi Wan's smile, I gently faded the music, wanting that to be the last thought to stay with me.

After a moment of silence, Yoda spoke softly. "Thank you, he does. At peace, his heart is. Tell me to tell you of his gratitude, he wishes."

I smiled in delight, hugging the small Jedi Master next to me tightly.

"Breathe, I cannot" I loosened my grip in horror, suddenly realizing how inappropriate it was to actually hug a Jedi Master. I looked at him wide-eyed, hoping he would forget it ever happened. "Forgive you, I do" He nodded with a small smile.

"Thank you Master Yoda" I said, happy that I could still give Obi Wan encouragement.

Every day for the next week, I would go to the music hall for an hour or so, and play for Obi Wan, always sensing him nearby, but never seeing him. Although, it had attracted quite a crowd. One of the older Jedi sat there for a good hour, listening to me play. I thought he was sleeping, so when I got up to leave, I jumped when he spoke. He requested that I continue to play. I had sensed that Obi Wan already left, but being one of the oldest Jedi Masters still around, I could not refuse him.

So for the next hour or so, I played out my thoughts of respect for the older Jedi. Eventually, with tears in his eyes, he thanked me then left, leaving me alone in the now darkening room.

My stomach grumbled, and I realized just how hungry I was getting. I headed off towards the commissary. Normally, I take the shortcut through a few of the vacant Jedi halls, but I felt in the force to take the long way. So, following the force along the outskirts of the temple, I watched as the sun was setting.

My thoughts turned to Obi Wan. We were on day 11, only 3 days left to go. I could almost explode from relief, knowing how close we were. As I walked past the training area, I sensed commotion coming from within. With curiosity, I stopped to observe the sparring taking place. Many of the Jedi were paired off, each set on their own mat. As I looked over the dozen or so Jedi, practicing techniques on each other, my eyes rested on one in particular. Obi Wan.

He was sparring with a younger padawan around Anakins age. "Poor Anakin" I thought momentarily, thinking of what he was doing at this very moment, alone on a mission with Master Windu. But my mind quickly turned back to Obi Wan as I could sense frustration rising within him.

My thoughts began to race. I need to help him, he needs to gain control before he pushes past his limits. I'm not even supposed to be here. But he needs me. No, I need to go find Master Yoda, he can help. Although, if I leave, it could be too late. He could already be overcome by the time we get back.

The more I battled with myself, the more I noticed Obi Wan's attacks becoming more agile and pernicious. The poor padawan was resorting to just defense stances, not able to even attempt an offensive move. I once again felt Obi Wan's anger rise another level and knew I had to act. As I was dashing into the room, Obi Wan force pushed the padawan back, slamming him into a rack of practice sticks.

I ran in front of Obi Wan, grasping his face to force his gaze upon me. "Focus Obi Wan" I stated, feeling the eyes of several Jedi on us. "LOOK at me!" I stated firmly.

I could see the dark in Obi Wan's eyes try to force it's way out. I held my gaze.

"Fight it!" I whispered, not wanting any of the other Jedi to hear. I could feel Obi Wan tense as I held his gaze to mine. I could see the inner conflict in his eyes. At one point, I was almost sure that the crisis was averted, but almost instantaneously, the dark gave one last push, forcing all of it's strength on Obi Wan. Obi Wan grunted in agony, and I sensed his thought to just relinquish his control and end the battle, "Don't you DARE Obi Wan!"

With a pained look in his eyes. He stared back at me, just wanting it to end. "Don't give in!" I pleaded. Almost wanting him to give in as well, not wanting to see him suffer any longer. NO! I can't think this! Obi Wan needs to draw from my strength. With renewed effort, I pushed. "Be strong! You can fight this..." then with all of the feelings I could muster, I whispered "Obi Wan please..." With all he had, he gave one last push, vanquishing his demons. At least for the time being.

Obi Wan dropped to his knees, panting heavily. I sighed in relief, feeling the dark had passed. I stared around at the now silent room of Jedi, staring at us. I helped Obi Wan back to his feet, making sure he was alright. Once he has confirmed his status, I nodded briefly giving a small smile, then walked towards the exit quickly.

My heart thumped loudly, still trying to recover from the incident. As I was almost out the door, I looked up, seeing Master Yoda there. A look of worry on his face. He said nothing, just nodded as I rushed past him.

I luckily made it back to my room, before I was overcome by the shock of how quickly that had escalated. With my back against the door, and my knees up by my chest, I shuddered with sobs.

I just left him there, alone, to face the Jedi and whatever questions they may have. But Yoda was there, he'd know what to do. Will Yoda deny our relationship now that I violated our pact? What would've happened if I wasn't able to get through to him?

As these thoughts plagued my mind, I sobbed more and more.

"What is wrong with me?" I said aloud to myself. "I've been more emotional this past month than I have in my whole life." I banged my head back against the door in frustration, maybe a little harder than expected, because I heard the door bang back.

I sat there pondering whether or not I really heard the door respond, when there was another knock at the door. I relaxed a bit, realizing gratefully, that I was not going crazy. I pulled myself to my feet and opened the door. Yoda stood looking up at me, concern all over his face.

"Come in, may I?"

I opened the door wider, allowing him entrance. He hobbled in quickly, then used the force to shut the door. I held my breath, hoping with all my might that I had not failed our test.

"Worse off this is, than I expected." Yoda turned to me. "Leave we must, tonight."

I sat there confused by what he was implying. "Wait, who's leaving tonight?"

"Word with the council, I will leave. Tell them, urgent mission I have. Leave with me, you and Obi Wan will."

I stood there stunned. Not sure of what he was saying exactly.

"More we will speak of later. For now, pack your things you must. Meet in the departure hanger, we will. Before dawn. Cover of nightfall we must use. One hour you have."

With that he opened the door, then quickly left, disappearing into the shadows. I closed the door, thinking on his words. Then with a sense of urgency I began packing.