Nula's P.O.V:

"What's your name, Kiddo?"

"Mama, told me not talk to strangers."

"HAAHAA…...Oh, that is so funny. Come on, tell me."

"I…don't have one."

Why?

Out of all the memories, I have of my past.

Why do I have to remember that one of when I first met Varek – Bounty Hunter and Former Republican Spy – and when he asked me my name?

Dammit…. Why did Varek have to be there?

I come out of my thoughts, bringing my hands up to my face and covering it as I try not to think about it then lower my hands back down to sit up as I see that I'm in someone's house. Voices are talking or more like arguing, while I swing my legs out of the bed then placing them flat on the floor, stand up only to sway forwards at the sametime the bedroom door slides open.

Arms catch me, encompassing me to a in warm chest – covered by Jedi Robes – and grip their sleeve for support, feeling black spots dance in front of vision because of standing up too fast as my legs tremble with the effort of trying to stand up, straight. Something didn't feel right, making me place a hand to my hair and feel that the long locks of it had been cut so short that I step away from the unknown person then see that a young man, with short roguish blond has appeared at the doorway.

Anakin's son, looks at me and at the other person with slicked back brown hair that had white tips in it, near his ears and looked like he not changed at all – as I recognize who they are. General Obi-wan Kenobi of the Clone Wars and once the former Master of Anakin.

"Umm…. Master Obi-wan, who is this?" He asks, feeling a kimono being placed around my shoulders by the man – who had taught Anakin – and he does not answer him at all, just walks out of the spare bedroom then taking hold of the young man, pulls him away from the doorway.

The door slide shuts with a gentle hiss, leaving me alone. Alone, with only a bedside lamp to illuminate the room and me then suddenly, I'm having to rush through into the bathroom. I manage to reach the sink in time, heaving violently up what I had eaten before we had left the Motel in Mos Espa.

I tremble softly, my hands trembling as I grip the sink for support and because of it, don't hear the door sliding open. I do though feel Anakin's presence and feel him, taking hold of me in his arms as he runs the tap, washing away the vomit that had heaved up then getting a cloth, wets it to wipe my mouth for me.

I stay still for him to do it, un-gripping the sink with my hands and he places the cloth down on the counter next to it then turning me around, lifts me up in his arms. This makes me wrap my legs, around his waist, carrying me into the bedroom, over to the bed where he pulls back the duvet cover of it then lays me, gently down with his metal hand.

He brings it, back up around me and goes to leave that I grab his hand by his wrist. I don't want him to leave and he turns his face to look at me, seeing how I'm looking at with pleading look in my eyes that need right now to stay with me and not go anywhere else.

"Stay…...please…...I need…. you here. I need…. you here…. Anakin." I whisper, voice breaking in the process and tears blurring my vision that he slips his wrist out of my hand's grip then turning around, slips his long Jedi Cloak off.

It falls onto the bedroom floor, with a muffled thump noise and he pulls the cover back – after already taken his boots off, when he had come into the spare bedroom – then slips into the bed, pushing me slightly to the other side. He lays down, his arm reaching over to me and pulls me close to him, so that I'm up against his warm chest then pulls the cover back up around us.

"Sleep, Nula. I'm not getting anywhere." He whispers to me, which makes me lay my head on his chest and feeling my eyes slip close, when he says those words allow his heartbeat to gently lull me to sleep as he holds me close to him.

Anakin, looks down at Nula, sleeping against his chest and her now short hair – as he had cut her long locks, to give to the Bounty Hunter Varek, who was her Brother from another Father – so that it could be given to the Emperor with a message that due to unforeseen happenings it had resulted in the death of the young woman and Darth Vader, disappearing into huge sandstorm, which had forced Varek to return with his remaining men to Mos Espa.

It would take a lot of convincing to the Emperor that both of him and Nula, had perished in the huge sandstorm, that he could hear was still raging outside. Whipping the outside of the small domed house that is former Master, had lived ever since Order 66 – a order that had resulted in the deaths of whole Jedi's Masters in the planets that had been at the time, controlled by the Republic – in Exile away from what had started to begin around the whole Solar System.

He comes out of his memories, when Nula shifts in her arms and rolls to lay on her back as he sees that sweat has formed, running down her forehead. Her breath is coming in labored gasps and hands twitching as she's having a nightmare then suddenly shoots upwards in the bed, giving a cry that sounds like a wounded animal. Her hands, come up to her face, which she soon buries into them and hitched sobs begin to come from her as her body trembles so much that he reaches out, slowly with his hand.

He touches her shoulder, placing his hand on it and suddenly she whirls around before he can say anything to him then she is straddling him. Looking down at him, with tears running thickly down her cheeks in thick rivulets, which makes him bring his hand up to her cheek and cup it gently with his metal hand as she turns her face into it. Nuzzling it, gently and he begins to wipe the tears away with his metal thumb then turns her face by her chin, so he can see her face then bringing his other hand up pulls her down flat against his chest as she lays her head to one side on it.

Her hitched sobbing, has stopped and she is snuffling weakly on his chest as he sifts his hand – through her now short hair – then she suddenly, shifts lifting her body up slightly that kimono slips off her shoulders to reveal her body to him. He flips her, gently on her back and pulling away from her as he slides out the bed then slides of his Jedi Robes to allow them to drop to the floor.

He slips back into the bed, bringing the cover back up slightly and takes hold of her in his arms, holding her like she fine china doll that could easily break if he did anything that was too much. He places a hand over, where her heart lays and moves the hand, softly downwards caressing her skin that was so smooth it felt like silk then comes to what lays between her thighs – her flower, coated in dew that coats her soft petals – looking at her to continue what he wants to do.

She nods, allowing him to slowly and gently, slide his finger over the wet petals that she gasps softly in the stillness of the spare bedroom his name in soft whisper – like a breeze ruffling the top of the trees – then sliding himself downwards, moves his hand out the way. He wanted to taste it and bending his head down, between her thighs, soon begins to lap up with his tongue the dew that has formed then because she was enjoying it so much by the way her hips are bucking into his mouth, fully delves his tongue into her soft, petals – which part so easily for his tongue – to caress the inside of it.

"Haa…. Ana…. kin…..An…akin."

She gasps his name, chest rising and falling heavily then suddenly spasms weakly against him, giving a small cry of completion as he swallows her nectar that she releases from her climax. He clambers back up and pressing himself against her flower, pushes into her as she takes hold him then begins to undulate his hips back and forth into her's, gently as his Force Powers and her's suddenly manifest. Wrapping around them both and he gasps shakily, sitting up as he continues to move inside her as he feels every emotion that she has for him surge through the Force Bond that was being made.

He would never let her go.

He would always protect her.

No matter the cost.

They were bonded now for Eternity.