A/N: Hey everyone and also hey to my new reveiwers! There are more personal responses to your gr8 reveiws coming up but I thought I'd say hi anyway! I thought that I had left this update long enough now, I just wanted to leave you all on tenterhooks for about a week longer but even excitement and suspense gets the best of me sometimes. lol

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I lay shaking with fear and cold in-between the safety of my bed sheets, listening intently to the voices that are invading the privacy of our apartment.

"Master Kenobi, you must understand. Anakin is mentally unstable, if anything he has proved that by pulling such a stunt on us. He is a danger to himself and those around him. He must be released back into our care for further treatment."

I tense and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out their demands, trying to focus on keeping my breathing steady. I don't want to go back to the medical wing with those damn healers. I can't stand their drug-induced coma's that nearly kill me everytime they force me into one, thinking that they are making things better. I have to tell Obi-Wan, he can't let them take me, I refuse to go back to them.

Flinging off the covers, I instantly feel weak and venerable, pulling myself shakily to my feet, biting back the burning pain I now feel, unlike when I was running on adrenaline. I take one painful step forward, and my head spins and I feel my knees buckle from underneath me. I end up knelt on the floor, my mechanical monster hanging uselessly by my side, my other arm resting heavily on the bed. I realise, through my heavy breathing and spinning vision, that the voices have got louder, tearing through my defense, making me hear the words they are speaking. But I hold my breath in shock for a minute, as I hear Obi-Wan hiss vehemently at the healer's.

"He will be staying right here where I can watch over him and keep him safe from people like you. He is my padawan and I refuse to let you make him suffer any longer."

I blink back the pain behind my eyes and continue to listen to the debate, growing rapidly into a full blown argument, and I feel the anger and adrenaline start to build up again as they repeatedly try and tell my Master what is best for me. I try and get up again, but only succeed in retching as the room dances around me again. I growl in frustration, trying desperately to focus.

"Master Kenobi…I don't think you fully understand the…."

Then I hear something I've never heard Obi-Wan do before. Not when I crashed a speeder, not when I set droids loose all over the apartment, not even when I managed to get his lightsabre blown into pieces during a mission long past. He yells, practically screaming at the healer's, abandoning his usual jedi calm.

"Understand! Understand! You think I don't understand the torture that he is going through! You think I don't know what it feels like to have someone you love die in your arms! Hmm? Well let me tell you something, I think it is you who doesn't understand, and in your failure to do so, you only succeed in making him worse!"

Suddenly he stops, and I can imagine him trying to gather his thoughts and control his rising anger. If that outburst was only in frustration, I shudder to think what Obi-Wan could get like if his rage decides to present itself. His voice and the healers have dropped now, and I groan again as I feel the abandonment creep through me. I press my hand to the middle of my forehead, trying desperately to ignore the angry hissing in the other room, trying to focus myself. And that is when I see it, the one thing stopping me from doing just that, the one thing stopping me from healing…the dampener on my wrist. I begin angrily trying to tear and wrench it off, scraping at the skin, making the bracelet dig in deeper until tiny scarlet crystals fall gently into my lap.

The pain that I feel is insignificant to everything else, but my desperate, despairing clawing had triggered that final burst of adrenaline I need and it shocks me into life. I haul myself shakily to my feet, stumbling forward to collapse into the doorframe, pressing my ear against the cold, hard durasteel, just in time to hear Obi-Wan finish his argument.

"…many battles. I have had people close to me die in my arms as Anakin has…I have been through his pain and torture. This is what I don't believe you have had the training in. This is why I refuse to let you take him away."

"Enough of this. Guards, get into that room and bring the patient to us."

I pull back from the doorway in an instant, shaking with fear but also rage and confusion. How could I have been so stupid? How could I allow myself to sit here and yell at Obi-Wan about my loss, when the pain of losing Master Qui-Gon, though cleverly disguised, still resides deep in his heart. I step back as I hear scuffling in the next room, and start to panic as I hear Obi-Wan groan in pain. I can't lose him, not so soon after I lost my mother. I can't handle it, even the thought makes me weak, makes my insides knot.But the cold voice returns, as chilling as ever, but speaking so much sense in my confused head.

Kill them Anakin. They are making you and now your Master suffer, so make them suffer. Be free from them, save your master and others. Kill them!

And in an instant, my back is pressed against my dresser cabinet, my hand reaching into its secret compartment and pulling out my spare lightsabre from its hiding place. I watch as my blood slowly trickles down the hilt, and the adrenaline surges through me again. I stumble back towards the door, pressing my hand to the pad, making the door swing open.

I take in the horror that stands before me. Obi-wan is on his knees, a force dampener being placed firmly onto his bound wrists, a large red mark appearing on the side of his forehead. I see all eyes turn to me, his flicking down to the blood stained lightsabre in my hand, the healers soon following suit. In an instant, the guards have sprung on me, grabbing both my arms and pulling them behind me. I yell in pain as my chest tightens, but glance over to my human hand, that they are trying to prise open. I watch as the guard trying to free my weapon from my grasp, moves his neck in line with the top of the lightsabre. My finger twitches, the blade springs to life, and he falls to the floor.

I gasp as the pressure is released from my arm, and I swing it around to hit the other guy in the face, but he grabs it quickly, and I am too weak to put up a fight against his grip. I let the lightsabre tumble to the floor, but give it a small, swift kick along the floor, praying as the butt of a gun is brought down hard on the back of my head and I fall to my knees, that it reaches its destination.

I am held tightly by my arms again, my head being tilted forcefully to the side. And then I see it in the healers hand, and the last ounce of strength I have in me dies away, replaced again by fear. They come closer to me, mumbling something to each other, but my mind is focused on the Hypo-Spray they clutch in their grip.

I struggle weakly against the pressure on my arms, but I am drained of all strength. There is nothing I can do, nothing anyone can do. They move closer and closer, and I cry out as the cold metal of the spray touches the side of my neck.

"No…No…Don't…Don't do it…please!"

Suddenly, I hear the snap-hiss of a lightsabre igniting, and the hypo-spray is quickly jerked away from my neck, and I hear it smash on the opposite wall. The firm grip on my arms is released and I fall forward, sobbing in relief as Obi-Wan's grim voice floods the apartment.

"If you ever attack us like that again….if you ever try and hurt him, I swear it will be the last mistake of your life. Now get out before I call the council to come and remove you themselves."

I hear the scrambling of feet and hurried whispers but I don't look up. I just lay on the floor, wishing the groundwould swallow me up, wishing that Obi-Wan would just leave me on the floor to die. One more death on my conscience, one more to add to the murder list. But he doesn't. His strong hands lift me off the floor and carry me back to my bed, resting my injured wrist gently in his lap. He sits himself on the side of the bed and floats a clean washcloth and bandages to his free hand, and tenderly begins to bathe my wounds, washing away the streaks of red that pulse down my wrist. I wince as he hits deep cuts and he frowns as he realises exactly what it was I was trying desperately to do.

He looks over to me, halting his cleaning, and watches me for a second, taking in the fear and pain that I am sure are still etched into my face. He sighs and looks wearily back to my wrist.

"Anakin….please don't….don't do this again."

I am quick to respond to the pleading comment, knowing that what he wanted was reassurance that I would be ok now, but how can I give him something like that when I'm not even sure of it myself?

"Well, if you take it off….then I wont have the opportunity to will I?"

"I knew you were going to say that."

I roll my eyes and look to the ceiling, allowing a small half-smile to cross my lips, as I hear his fatherly tone. I see his dejected figure lift slightly at the shoulder's as he registers my smile and sends one back to me.

"Alright Anakin…if you think that it will help you and you swear to me that you wont hurt yourself again."

I nod my head slowly in reassurance, finally pleased that someone is taking notice, someone has caught me through my free fall in the dark, someone is helping me in a way that feels….good.

He gently manipulates the lock using the force, easing the bracelet out of my wounds and eventually, I am free. I suck in a shaky breath as I feel the force surge through my weak, deprived limbs. Obi-Wan is frowning, concentrating on something, but my head is pounding too hard for me to ask why.

After a few minutes, he finishes cleaning my wounds and wraps my wrist tightly in a bandage. He rises to his feet and smiles down at me. I smile my thanks weakly back, fighting the blinding pain that rages through my temples. I feel him enter my thoughts, and he visibly winces as he feels only half the pain I am really feeling, I just don't want him rushing me back to the healers. He places a hand silently on my forehead, and I groan as I feel the familiar pull of a healing trance cross my mind, and I call out half-heartedly in protest.

"Master…don't. You're hurt too, please don't waste your energy…on me…"

I hear him choke at my last words and Ilook over to him; he stands over me like a father protecting his son. He crouches at my side, keeping one hand firmly on my head, the other finding my bandaged hand.

"Anakin…you need to rest. I am fine, its you who needs to be looked after. Don't fight this, it will help you. I promise I will protect you, the healer's will not come back again."

I can feel my heavy eyelids drag downwards, unstoppable in their decent. I gently squeeze Obi-Wan's hand as I succumb to the healing trance, letting it take away my pain and blocking out the world around me, putting my faith in the man I love as a father, trusting him once more to protect me.But I still faintly hear Obi-Wan whisper something before I am completely taken.

"Rest Well Anakin…for once in your tragic life….be at peace."