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He stepped in to the dark chamber of the meditation zone. Master Yoda and Master Windu sat on their compatible stools, meditating until he arrived. Yoda's eyes were kind, Windu's were, as they always were, watchful and guarded. "Masters, I need to speak with you immediately."

"Has something happened with Master Kenobi?" Windu turned to him, moving to rise from his seat until Anakin took one across from him. There was a long moment, and Anakin could feel the Jedi Master's impatience with him. But to articulate his thoughts was difficult. He had to be careful, too much weighed on their belief in him.

"It's about the Sith."

"Speak of Dooku, do you?" Yoda interrupted him, although it wasn't so much of an interruption as it was a necessary question.

"No, Dooku's master." He slid his hands over his face, through his hair; trying to steel his resolve. Yoda looked at him, concerned, Windu with some form of contempt. "I've been to see Dooku in the holding cell, after I saw Obi-Wan. He…he's been betrayed by his master."

"Did he tell you this?" Now they were listening, fully, and with rapt attention. He felt the hum of Dooku's muted energy in his brain, and he used it to carry his words forward.

"No. The Sith Lord set up a connection between us, I know what he's feeling." He paused again, and couldn't speak until an image of Obi-Wan, of how he found him in the prison, chained and bloodied, flitted into his mind. "When we fought, he spoke of the Sith. According to Dooku, he wanted me to kill him, to give in to the dark side of the force. His intention was for Dooku to kill Obi-Wan, and in return for me to kill Dooku."

"Why would he want the death of his own apprentice? Especially considering that Dooku is head of the Separatists who are trying to destroy the Jedi Order." Windu was skeptical, there was little Anakin could do to convince him either. Years of mistrust between the pair didn't help the situation, but Anakin frankly didn't have time for that right now.

"He wanted me to be his new apprentice, I'm younger, more powerful than Dooku. But I refused to kill him." He felt jittery, he could feel small spikes in Obi-Wan's force signature. His master must be undergoing some form of treatment, the spikes were of pain, slowly dissipating then spiking again. But he could not focus on that at the moment. "I believe, as well, that the Sith Lord we are looking for is here. In the Senate."

He watched as Windu's hand reflexively went to his lightsaber and Yoda let out a slow breath. "Is it a senator? An aide?"

Anakin shook his head, and he could feel a desperate throbbing against the back of his skull, a protest of sorts. He wondered if it was the Sith, or Dooku. "I believe it's the Chancellor, Master."

"That is a heavy accusation, Skywalker!" Windu didn't believe him. He hadn't expected him to. "It unfounded…"

But Yoda held up his hand, and the human Master stilled both his voice and his motions. "What proof, have you, young Skywalker, of your claims?"

"Count Dooku told me, Master. In not so many words. He told Obi-Wan as well, a while ago." He let out a breath, and decided that divulging all of what he knew was best. "I saw him through Dooku, felt his force presence. I knew he was familiar, but until I spoke with Dooku earlier, I couldn't be sure…"

"And now, sure you are?"

"Yes, Master. But there is more to it than that, some plot I don't understand. I don't know what he's planning, but I'm afraid of what he could do."

"Respect your belief, I do, Skywalker. But move carefully, we must." Yoda seemed to be contemplating him carefully, stroking his chin.

"He is unaware that I know, Master. Let me go and speak with him, make sure of what I know."

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Skywalker." Windu stood next to him, "If this Sith wants you as an apprentice, it is best to keep you separated. I can take a small team of Jedi, ask the Chancellor to submit to interrogation; if he agrees, we will have answers to this question. If not, we should be able to secure him and see an end to this." He still didn't believe him, Anakin could see it, and his commentary showed he didn't trust him.

But he quelled his anger, trying hard to keep his voice level. "If he is the Sith Lord, Master Windu, he will be dangerous. It would be best if I came with you."

"Right, Master Windu is. Instead, go to Dooku, you must, Skywalker. If fail to secure the Chancellor we do, kill Dooku he will do." Yoda did not leave room for Anakin to argue, rising from his small stool to walk in front of Windu out of the room. "If preserve the Jedi order, move carefully, we must."

Anakin understood his words. If he was wrong, then what the council was about to do could be considered treason. If he was wrong, he would have betrayed a man that had seemed to show him nothing but kindness through all of his life. If he was wrong, an innocent man would be burdened with a horrific lie that could destroy his career and his life.

If he was right, then he had been betrayed more fully than he could have ever thought possible. If he was right, then it was likely that some of the Jedi who were leaving to seize the Chancellor would not return from their mission. If he was right, he would have finally proven himself to be the Jedi he always thought he could be. And it was more than likely that one of his oldest supporters would die.

Obi-Wan felt the change in the force. He was under the lull of more pain medication, after his brief respite that morning, he had a sudden attack, his body nearing going into shock as the injuries along his back and over his ribcage tried desperately to fix themselves. He hadn't been able to breathe, jerking forward on his medical bed, feeling the blood from forced open wounds cut into his bandages in the few seconds before the medics came and secured him. They had given him injections, rewrapped his bandages, and now, he was lying, sedated to a partially filled room.

In what he had first thought was some sort of feverish dream, he had seen Satine, dressed in full Mandalorian Senate attire, come into his room. She had looked so upset, almost crying that he had felt himself physically reaching out to her when she had put soft hands over his. He had drifted off to sleep then, and when he had woken back up, she was gone. Ahsoka was in her place next to his bed, flicking through a datapad, and she wondered if she had promised Anakin she would stay with him.

Now, as the jerk in the force woke him again, he saw Ahsoka, still sitting, levitating a small round object through his fingers. Rex was sitting on the small couch, head leaned back on the wall as he slept. And on his bedside, next to his lightsaber was a notecard and a small bag of fruits. He couldn't quite make out the words in his hazy vision, but he could tell it was from Padme by the inclusion of a small Senate Seal in the corner and the general thoughtfulness. He tried to pull himself up, reaching out with the force as best he could. The disturbance wasn't coming from Anakin, or from Dooku as he may have originally thought. It was something else, something strange and yet…close.

Ashoka noticed him moving and put a hand on his arm, helping to set him back up on the pillows. "What's happened?" He voice was thick, and loose, sat up, groping for his lightsaber, and pulling it loosely into his hand.

"Nothing, Master Kenobi. You're fine. Here, let me help you." And she did, guiding him back to where he could lean comfortably backwards, keeping the pressure off his wounds.

"Something's wrong." But even to himself, he sounded faint. "Is someone here?"

"No, but you've had some visitors." She said, stepping back to sit in her chair again. "Senator Amidala came by and left you the fruit. Me and Rex have been here, Master Gallia came by earlier, too. You were asleep, I didn't want to wake you." He nodded softly at her sheepish look of guilt for not waking him up.

But it didn't fend off the feeling that something else was coming. He looked into the hallway, and saw another visitor coming to visit him. He tried to sit up further, somewhat startled by his new visitor.

"Master Kenobi," The Chancellor's smooth voice came to his ears as he rounded the glass blockade leading into Obi-Wan's room. "I'm so glad to see you've made your safe return."

Something was wrong. Windu could feel it, something that was confirmed as Master Fisto finished his conversation with a senatorial aide. "He says the Chancellor left for the Jedi temple almost half an hour ago, Mace." Windu stood silent for a moment, a cold feeling of dread washing over him. He didn't know the Chancellor's intention, but remembering Yoda's words, if Palpatine had discovered their knowledge, Dooku would be his next logical target.

"WE must hurry back." Master Rancises led the way, climbing into their nearby transport and seizing the controls to move them forward.

"Where do you think he would be going?" Adi Gallia sat opposite him in the back of the transport.

"The logical thought would be to Count Dooku, if he has discovered Dooku's betrayal, he will kill him before he has the chance to reveal anything else."

"Anything else?" She seemed puzzled, as did Master Fisto, who crossed his arms across his chest, and the others who sat around them.

"Skywalker is of the belief that there may be something larger at play here. Securing Dooku must be a top priority, he is our only reliable line of information at this point."

"Then we will defend the traitor." It was a common sentiment among Jedi that Count Dooku was a traitor, betraying both the Order and his own values in favor of power and greed for both the Separatists and the Sith. It was not necessarily a feeling that Mace shared, but one he did not bother to question as they weaved as gracefully as possible through lanes of traffic.

He hoped, in his head as well as his heart, that Skywalker would be able to resist the lure of the dark side the Sith was placing for him. Even if it wasn't the Chancellor, and he had his doubts that it was, he was under the belief that his fellow Jedi would not be able to resist. There was too much at stake for him to fail. He was suddenly, virulently grateful that Yoda was with him, perhaps the small green master would be able to help Skywalker control his feelings in the face of evil.

With that thought, he glanced up at the pilot's chair and willed the transport to go faster.