POV: Ahsoka Skywalker

My body was telling me that something was wrong, that I should wake up. For as hard as I was trying, nothing seemed to work. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to make sure Anakin and Kylar were safe. I needed to. They were the only reason I had stayed sane thus far. Anakin kept me alive and helped heal my mind and this wonderful man was bringing our first baby into the galaxy…

I heard noises around me and felt my body moving rapidly. I wasn't able to move and I could barely make myself breathe. The words around me were garbled. I tried to convince my eyes to open and they slowly did. I saw the worried faces of Obi-Wan and Yoda. I read Obi-Wan's lips in order to comprehend that he was saying my name.

There was nothing I could do at this particular moment to communicate with them. I could barely make out what he was saying. All I knew was that he was practically screaming his words at me.

Later.

"Ahsoka, can you hear me?"

I spent a few hours in the medical ward while Obi-Wan attempted to question me. I had been temporarily and conditionally paralyzed earlier and I was just starting to come out of it. "Yes," I whispered, my voice and body shaking as I replied. "Where's Ani? Is he okay?" I was barely able to move, but I managed to push myself up a little on the medical bed. I was immediately struck with a dizzying headache and I groaned, inhaling and exhaling slowly until it passed. Something wasn't right as I glanced at Obi-Wan. He was never this quiet, especially when it came to Anakin. "Obi-Wan," I pressed, attempting to be a bit more firm. "Where is Anakin?"

He hesitated. This was the hesitation that had frustrated Anakin on numerous occasions. I could tell he was holding back and it was obvious that my husband was gone. If he weren't, then there would be no hesitation and Anakin would actually be here with me. "I'm... not sure where he is, Ahsoka."

My heart began to die the moment those words were uttered. Both my husband and my son were taken from me. I had failed to keep them safe… I wanted to sob my eyes out until they were home with me. I didn't feel whole without Anakin by my side. I'd lost him once, but to lost him again… My heart felt as though it were being stabbed. The pain was that immense.

"We need to find him now." My voice had regained its strength even though my heart ached. I wanted my family back. He looked at me in bewilderment. I was pretty out of it right now, but I leapt off of the medical bed. He crossed the room quickly and clutched my arms tightly, steadying me as my legs gave out.

Once I regained my balance, I began to regain feeling in my legs as well. I exited the medical ward with Obi-Wan's help, his firm grip reassuring me that he was here to help. I let him know that I would walk on my own and he reluctantly released me. We entered my dorm and I immediately moved to find my lightsabers in the nightstand on my side of my – our bed. I glanced over to the side and clutched Anakin's lightsaber tightly for a moment before clipping it to my belt.

I could feel Obi-Wan's eyes on me and I knew he was going to speak. "Ahsoka," he began, pleading. "Please, let me come with you. He's my brother. I'm just as worried as you are." I glanced up at him as he stared down at Anakin's lightsaber on my belt and I sighed, nodding slowly. I wanted to bolt out of my dorm, out of this temple, but I… I didn't know where he could be. I was somewhat defeated on an internal level.

Hell, I didn't even know who had taken him. Them. Whoever had captured Anakin had also captured our son. Once I figured out who had taken them, I'd rip them a new one and slit their throats. I would bleed them slowly, tormenting them the way they tormented me. Taking the two people that meant the most to me was the biggest mistake that anyone could make in their lifetime.

I sighed, knowing I needed to keep a clear head. I didn't want to explode right now. Right here and now wasn't where my anger was needed. I'd just have to wait till I had Anakin and Kylar back. Then I would castrate the bastards that took them from me.

My first priority as of right now was to figure out where they were. The only thing I could remember was that they were hooded. Even in the light I couldn't make out their faces. I was momentarily stumped. Obi-Wan stared at me in question as I thought. "Obi-Wan, what group of people would be interested in my son?"

He stroked his beard, his trademark for thinking. "The Sith, of course. Did you happen to hear the voices or see any faces?"

"No," I sighed. At least we had a guess as to who had taken them, but it wasn't enough for me. "The only weapon I saw were syringes, but who would carry those?"

He mulled over the question, growing just as confused as, perhaps even more than, I was. "Some form of Sith doctor, perhaps?"

I glanced at the floor, searching for something that might have been left over by our intruders and I spotted one of the syringe canisters. I raised my eye markings as I walked towards it and bent over to pick it up. The Republic insignia was on it. I now had some form of a clue, but it wasn't enough to reveal who exactly had taken them. I now knew that our intruders had ties to the Republic.

POV: Anakin Skywalker

I woke up to a terrible pain in my stomach and I immediately feared for Kylar. I woke up startled. My wrists were bound by chains that I, evidently, could not break free from. My clothes were torn here and there from more than likely all the roughhousing prior to arriving here. Wherever here was…

I realized that my Force abilities were cut off and I assumed my restraints were the cause of that and it frightened me. It wasn't just my life that I was in charge of taking care of right now. I closed my eyes and attempted to get some link with Ahsoka. I needed to make sure she was okay. I could feel Kylar moving around inside of me, so I knew he was all right. I was fine… My neck and back throbbed and my wrists hurt from the pressure of the shackles that I was bound to get off me sooner or later.

I heard voices a distance away from me. They clearly weren't in the same room as I was, but… they were talking pretty loudly considering they had to know I was here. "He'll probably awaken soon and we can start running tests as we were told."

I bit my lip and tried to hurry up with building a connection to Ahsoka. Tests did not excite me, especially when I knew my son was going to be jeopardized. I could already feel his pain and I loathed it. My head was starting to throb as I attempted to steal his pain from him. I gasped when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. "Please, no," I whispered. "Not now, Kylar. Please." I was begging my unborn son to wait just a little longer before deciding it was time to give birth to him. I was pretty sure this was just the beginning of my contractions and I wasn't even sure how that would work because I lacked certain… parts that were required for a natural birth.

I held my stomach and strained my wrists while trying to keep him from deciding he wanted to come now. I couldn't do this alone. I needed Ahsoka. I felt pathetic just saying that, but I needed her like I'd never needed her before. She was Kylar's mother and I wanted her there when he was being born.

I was making too much noise despite the fact that I was trying not to. I shook the cage a bit and the shackles rattled against the bars. I immediately killed myself mentally. I opened my eyes, breathing quickly. My heart was racing as I heard the men outside. "Looks like he's awake." Their footsteps were coming closer and my heart continued to speed up. I couldn't let them have my son. I couldn't.

Two men with hoods entered the room and I stared at them in fear. The one that hadn't spoken earlier chuckled. I could tell because he had a different sound to his voice. "Look at you, the Hero with No Fear."

"Kriff off," I sneered. He came closer and kicked the cage, shaking me around a bit. I growled at him and wished my Force abilities were intact so I could choke the life out of him. He smirked and I immediately regretted speaking to him.

Volts of electricity coursed through the cage and into me. I couldn't control my screams of agony, nor could I control the worried need to try to stop the pain. My son was being affected just as much as I was and I feared they would kill him before he had the chance to even live.

Fortunately for us both, the pain stopped. I gasped and held my stomach. "Don't disrespect us, you bastard," he sneered, spitting at me. He knelt down to my level and chuckled more, pissing me off. He glanced at my stomach and cocked an eyebrow. "What the hell is this?"

The men were clearly bewildered by whatever they thought this was. I cried out as Kylar pounded me several times. I think that was his way of letting me know he wanted to come out. The problem was, there was no way in hell I could allow him to be born here and I really wanted the safest way possible. I couldn't risk losing him. If I lost him, I'd lose Ahsoka. It was her – our dream to have children together and I had given her hope by choosing to carry him for her. I couldn't let the last shred of hope dissipate. I needed Ahsoka and I needed my son to survive this.

It was almost as if some silent call had beckoned them away from me. They gave me one last glance before exiting the room I was locked in. That was helpful. I was more than likely in some form of labor and now I was alone.

"Kylar, please, don't come now," I begged, pleading mercilessly over and over for him to listen to me. He seemed to calm down a bit and I sighed in relief. "Please, baby, listen. We're in trouble. You can't come out or I'll lose you. Kick me once lightly if you understand." I waited a few moments for some response and I received one very light kick. I smiled weakly and rubbed my stomach lovingly. "That's my boy."

He calmed down considerably, but I still felt a jolt of pain occasionally and I figured he was just trying to come out at a slower pace now. I still didn't know what to do for him. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the cage. I needed my Soka… I needed her with me to tell me that Kylar would be okay, that I would make it through this and live to see him for the first time. That's all I wanted. I wanted the chance to see him right before me and I wanted the chance to feel his soft skin…

I wanted to see my son whether I made it through this alive or not.