Luke ran through the uneven paths of Dagobah with Yoda strung on his back. His first exercise was to find Arya. He had to focus on his bond with her, which Yoda had explained to be a force bond. He couldn't even describe the chills he got when he heard that a powerful energy is what brought them together. Yoda had made Arya walk through the forest as silent as possible so Luke could use the force to guide himself to her.

It was quite easy. He could feel a pull in his chest, like it was directing him where to go. He panted, slowing his stride, he knew she was just behind the patch of trees in front of him. He pulled away the branches and stepped through. Luke looked around in confusion as he was met with an empty space even though he could feel her presence, he knew she was here.

"Took you long enough." He heard her voice from above. He looked up and let out a breathless laugh at the sight of her sitting up in a tree, her legs dangling and swinging back and forth like a child.

"Hey, I still found you, didn't I." He joked though his voice was strained. He was still a little shaken over what Yoda had told him about the dark side.

"Good, good. Your soul bond is what guided you. Brought you together the force did." At Yoda's words, the couple shared heated looks. Arya smirked at him, jumping down to the mossy ground, now standing right before him.

Luke unstrapped the sling from his back, setting Yoda to his feet. He stepped closer to Arya, placing a kiss to her cheek. With the early morning start, they had no alone time and had barely even spoken to each other. Their small act of affection was immediately met with a slap on their ankles from Yoda's cane, breaking them apart.

"Distraction that is, unnecessary." He scolded the couple who both blushed furiously and avoided his gaze.

"Last night you said that attachment is forbidden. Why would the force bring us together if Jedi aren't allowed to marry or even be in relationships?" Arya questioned, somewhat dreading his answer. If he was going to tell her they had to break up, she was high-tailing it off the planet, never to divulge in any Jedi activity again.

"Passion or lust, a Jedi should not crave. A force bond, however, isn't about lust, it is about love. Eternal and pure love." He explained wisely. Arya raised her eyebrows at the mention of not craving lust. They definitely hadn't followed those rules and would continue not to. But the rest of it had made her stomach flutter with butterflies

Luke looked to Arya with a loving smile on his face. "That sounds about right." He spoke softly, his eyes trained on hers, reveling in the deep blush on her cheeks.

A deep chill suddenly went through his body, his limbs tensing unintentionally. He looked through the trees to the dark cave that stood behind them. He felt darkness, like there was danger near. There was a deep crease in his brows, an unsettled expression on his face. Arya noticed immediately, her smile falling into a concerned frown.

"Luke? What happened?"

"There's something not right here. I feel..cold...death." Luke answered, his voice distant, his fear creeping through his veins. Arya bit her lip anxiously, why would he feel something when I can't?

"That place is strong with the dark side of the force. A domain of evil it is. In you must go." Arya snapped her head to Yoda, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to protest but stopped when he gave her a look. She sighed and turned to Luke who looked apprehensive but still slightly curious.

"What's in there?"

"Only what you take with you." Luke gave Arya one last look before taking a cautious step forward, strapping his belt around his waist.

"Your weapons, you will not need them." Yoda told him to which Luke gave him a pointed look and shared a shrug with Arya. He fastened the belt and moved forward, Arya keeping her eyes trained on his back until he was out of sight.

"Is this a test?" She questioned the Jedi master, sitting next to him. Yoda nodded silently, a passive look on his face.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. Arya traced her finger over the gem on her necklace, a nervous tick she had come to realize, especially if Luke was the one she was worried about. Beside her, Yoda let out a sigh, his head lowering.

That can't be good, she thought to herself. She perked up when she heard footsteps approaching. Luke appeared through the thicket of trees, his chest heaving and his eyes wide. Arya got to her feet, slowly stepping towards him.

"The dark side is powerful, resist it you must." Yoda spoke from behind her. Arya eyed him suspiciously and looked to Luke who was quite shaken.

She put a hand on his arm, giving him a questioning look. He shook his head and looked down at his feet, running a hand through his hair aggravatedly. "I'm fine. I'll tell you later." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out for her hand, his thumb stroking over one of the many rings she wore. She gave a pitiful look but decided to drop it. She was just thankful he wasn't totally shutting her out.

"Move on we shall. Arya, your turn it is." She squeezed Luke's hand reassuringly and stepped back, turning to face Yoda.

Luke took a seat on a boulder, willing his mind to shut up and focus on something else besides the disturbing vision he had seen. Arya sat on the ground in front of him, her back resting against his knees. He absentmindedly started running his fingers through her long hair, a natural reaction to being in this position.

"There is much anger in you, much fear. Such heartache you have experienced." Arya stiffened at Yoda's words. She only nodded in reply, dreading what he was planning. "Right he was, your brother. You see yourself as a monster, an acolyte to the dark side, Why?"

She swallowed thickly, thankful to still have Luke's touch to reassure her. "They gave me my powers, they made me who I am today, in a sense. I can see people's fears, the things they dread, the things that keep them awake at night. At first glance I can see it all and with a flick of my wrist I can make them live it. I can make their life hell. To have that hang over my head every day, knowing that's what I'm capable of and it's all because of the dark side-" She stopped, her voice breaking. She let out a shaky breath, shaking her head. "How else am I supposed to feel about myself?" She spoke quietly, her voice a soft whimper.

Luke put a hand on her shoulder, crouching down beside her so she was wrapped under his arm and nestled into his body. She ran a trembling hand through her hair, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Yoda stared at her in what looked like fascination. She narrowed her eyes at the small creature, her watery eyes piercing him sharply.

"It does not all stem from the dark side. An extraordinary gift you have, given to you by the dark side but it does not comply to the dark side." He stated vaguely.

"What do you mean?" Luke answered for her after seeing her stunned expression, knowing she wouldn't speak up.

"The Force plays a part in what you can do. Not only can you see fear. Capable of much more, you are." Arya looked to the Jedi master with apprehension. "You can sense when someone in near, feel their energy. But distorting reality, not only does it come from fear."

"You mean I could make someone see a happy memory or a dream?" She asked, her body now sitting upright in attention. Her eyes were softer than before, filled with hope. Yoda nodded, a small smile on his face, glad to see that he had reassured her.

"Test it, why don't you." He gestured to Luke who looked at her with a smile on his face, he had full trust in her.

"What? No! I'm not using him as a lab rat." She protested loudly making Yoda sigh in disappointment. Right, she was supposed to be calm and passive.

"Arya, it's fine. You're not gonna hurt me, I trust you." Luke reassured her, holding his hand out to her. She sighed, her shoulders sagging in defeat and she grasped his hand in hers.

"Now, Luke, think of a memory, one that does not include Arya, one she has no knowledge of." Yoda instructed.

Luke took a deep breath and closed his eyes, his mind searching for a memory. He smiled lightly, thinking of when he had celebrated Beru's birthday. He and Uncle Owen had saved up enough credits to buy a sweet treat for her and surprised her with it after dinner. He never forgot the smile on her face and the tight hug he got in response or even the peaceful expression on Owen's face. "Ok, I got it." He opened his eyes and gave Arya a wide smile, willing her to continue.

She was hesitant but she complied. Her eyes closed gently, her brows furrowing as she concentrated. Her eyes fluttered open after a few seconds and she rose to her knees, leaning closer to him. She took in a deep breath and raised her hand next to his temple. He gave her a small nod, smiling up at her for reassurance.

Her hand twitched and twirled, spouting off specks of red that made Luke's deep blue eyes turn to a dark scarlet colour. His body relaxed and his breathing was shallow, his eyes holding a vacant expression. Arya's nerves spiked, she dreaded the thought that she could have just hurt him. She knew his fears of losing her and his fears of the dark side. She would hate herself if she had made him see that instead of the memory she had seen.

After a few excruciating minutes on Arya's end, Luke shook his head and almost fell back if it weren't for Arya holding him up, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"Luke? How- how do you feel?" She asked nervously, her voice shaking.

He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. Arya sucked in a breath, she didn't know if that was a good sign or not. "You did it." He whispered excitedly, his face breaking out into a wide grin. Arya looked at him in shock, she didn't even get to question him if he was telling a lie just to make her feel better, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. "Thank you for that." He was touched from that experience. He missed his Aunt and Uncle every day and he was so grateful he had gotten to see them. Even if it was just a vision, it had felt completely real.

"Good. You are learning, becoming comfortable with the force. Still worrisome, your fear is. Confront it you must."

"How do I do that?" She questioned, her good mood squashed immediately.

"I'm not letting her go in that cave." Luke chimed in, his arm holding her waist tightly. There was no way he would willingly let her wander around there, not after what he saw.

"No. Mediate she must." He spoke, holding his hands out to her. Curiosity got the better of her and she sat before him, laying her hands out flat, her palms flat. "What you see will not be pleasant, but you need to purge, move past it you will."

"Arya, are you sure you want to do this?" Luke asked, worry evident in his voice. She nodded slowly, already feeling at peace as her eyes closed.

Yoda placed his hands on her, closing his eyes. Arya felt like she had gone to sleep, there was only darkness. Her eyes sprang open and she let out a harsh gasp as if she had been holding her breath. She looked up and her heart stopped, her blood running cold.

She wasn't on the muddy ground of Dagobah, she wasn't safe with Luke, she was in her cell. The glass box she had been stuck in for a year. Arya was practically hyperventilating as she pounded on the walls, screaming for help. She cried Luke's name over and over until her voice became weak.

The atmosphere suddenly changed before her. She was still in her cell but now she was staring out to a familiar place. She recognized it to be the small hut she and Eli had been staying in when they did a solo job on Alderaan. Her bottom lip trembled, this must be when they got taken. She watched herself walk through the door, a brown haired Eli trailing behind her. She looked so young, her eyes were youthful and innocent. She remembered this day perfectly, her chest constricted as she watched it play out in front of her.

It was all so familiar, the thump she had heard on the other side of the door Eli had just walked through, the tense seconds where she called out to her brother and was met with silence, the scream that left her mouth as Darth Vader stepped out from the door, a group of Stormtroopers carrying her unconscious brother. It all made tears fall from her eyes.

She winced as she watched a Trooper swing his blaster against her temple, making her fall to the ground. She felt even more disgusted as she watched Vader pick her up and hold her close to his body as he carried her out of the hut and to his ship.

The room changed again and she immediately felt like she was going to be sick. Arya let out a sob and she watched herself writhe and scream in pain as dozens of needles pricked her skin, an unknown substance injecting into her body. She bit her lip so hard she soon felt a metallic taste fill her mouth. She watched herself cry and scream, her body arching as the drugs and whatever concoctions that were in the needles flowed through her bloodstream. Her eyes widened, her pupils now glowing red. Arya remembered how the pain was so intense it felt like her hands were lit on fire.

She watched herself cry harder, her breath stuttering as she saw the familiar red waves filter around her fingers. Arya saw the fear in her younger self as she saw for the first time, the witch the dark side had created.

Luke watched Arya's face contort in pain, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "What the hell is happening? Stop it, wake her up!" He yelled kneeling down beside her, trying to bring her out of her daze. Yoda simply shook his head.

"See this she needs to." He stated simply. Luke glared at him before a soft whimper brought his attention back to Arya.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm not leaving you." He whispered frantically, running his hand through her hair. Her eyes were closed tightly, her body tense and unresponsive to his touch. Luke didn't even know what she was seeing, or what was going on but it made his stomach turn.

Arya was oblivious to Luke's cries, his desperate pleas for her to wake up. She watched herself lie helplessly, strapped down to a table as one of the troopers violated her. She flinched at each moan and grunt she heard, each blood curdling scream that left her mouth.

Arya raised her knees to her chest, curling her body up. She put her hands against her ears, but nothing could drown out what she was being forced to watch. "Make it stop! Make it stop, please! I don't want to do this!" She screamed helplessly.

She let out a loud gasp, her eyes opening slowly to find herself on Dagobah, Yoda staring at her expectantly. Luke immediately scooped her up in his arms, holding her tightly. Arya began to cry harder, squirming out of his tight grip.

"Get away from me! Let me go!" She yelled wildly, her body trembling.

Luke snapped his arms back, his eyes wide as he watched her scramble away from him. He felt his heart collapse in on itself as he watched her cry. Her breaths rushed out harshly and her whole body trembled. He moved towards her slowly, making sure to keep a safe distance to not make her uncomfortable.

"Arya, sweetheart, can you look at me? I need you to calm down, you're gonna hurt yourself."

She was oblivious to his words, all she could see was his body coming closer, his hand raising to touch her. She practically screamed out, springing up to her feet, stumbling a few times as she pushed her way through the thicket of the forest. All she wanted was to be alone.

"Luke, let her go. Deal with this alone, she must."

"Are you kidding me? You saw how hysterical she was, she shouldn't be alone right now." Luke yelled, his voice frantic and shaky. He felt tears threaten to fall. Seeing her like that felt like knives to his chest.

"Think you know what she needs do you?"

"She's the love of my life. I'm not going to just sit here while she's suffering. She spent a year in a cell by herself and I'll be damned if I let her feel alone like that again." He spoke through gritted teeth and turned his back on the Jedi master, his stride rapid as he worked his way through the paths to where she had run off to.

Arya gasped for breath, falling to her knees. She ended up on the other side of the swamp, away from their camp. She pulled at her hair, her sobs ringing through the quiet air of the swamp planet. Luke was only a few minutes behind her. He picked up a blanket and a canteen of water at camp before walking the last few yards to where he knew she was. He could hear her cries from camp.

His heavy footsteps slowed as he approached her. He knelt before her, keeping a few feet in between them. They sat in silence for a few minutes, for Luke it felt like hours. Her sobs finally relaxed into slow breaths. She wiped furiously at her tears, making sure to keep her head down to avoid Luke's heavy gaze. She could feel his eyes pierce her.

He crawled forward, holding out the heavy wool blanket to her. She raised her hand slowly, keeping her eyes down as she reached for the blanket. She wrapped it around her shivering body, grateful that he was so caring. Luke helped her placed it over her shoulders but immediately retracted his hand as she flinched at his touch and cowered away from him.

He bit his lip and let out a ragged sigh. It hurt him so much to see that she was so shaken she wouldn't even let him touch her. "I'm sorry." He whispered, moving back a few feet from her. "I'm gonna sit here, is that ok?"

She nodded slowly, keeping her gaze cast down to the ground.

"You don't have to talk, you don't have to explain anything. Just know that I'm here. I'll always be here for you and I would never, ever even dream of hurting you, my love." His voice shook as he spoke.

Arya finally raised her head, her eyes meeting his. Luke frowned deeply at the sight of her dull, red rimmed eyes. He had never seen her look so lifeless before. She reminded him of the girl he'd seen after she'd been rescued from the death star, filled with anxiety.

The couple sat in silence, after some time she was finally able to move closer to him, seeking out his hand to hold on to. She was so thankful for him, thankful that she wasn't alone.