Chapter 17
Palpatine's Office…
HER apprentice? He had been crafting Anakin, training Anakin for years! And she barges in, and immediately snaps him up? No. Anakin was his.
He stared out across the city, into the Jedi Temple. That damn woman created echoes, so many it was hard to sense anything. It was like, like, a whirlpool. But he would muddle through. As Plaugius had taught. Sidious was crafty, no doubt. More crafty then Revan? Maybe in his mind.
Jedi Temple…
"Rev?" Anakin called out from where he lay on her bed. "You there?"
"Coming!" she called. As she emerged, Anakin's jaw dropped. She was magnificent. Tawny gold skin, unmarred except for a single lightsaber scar across her stomach. He traced it with his finger.
"How did this happen?" he asked softly.
"A sparring match with Malak. He caught me there. If Vandar hadn't been there…" she trailed off. Anakin stroked her face.
"Don't worry. Nothing will ever, EVER hurt you with me around." She smiled.
"I rather think it's the other way hon." She smirked. His lips sought hers, and they fell onto the bed.
Obi-wan/Anakin's room….
'Where is he? Where can… oh. OH!' Obi-wan halted his pacing. He felt for Anakin, and found him in the next room. He shook his head. Then drifted off to sleep on the couch as Revan's Force Persuasion reached him.
Around…
Morning found the lovers entangled in a set of legs and arms. Revan woke first, and roused Anakin with a light kiss.
"There's something I need to take care of. I'll be back soon." She whispered, and slipped out the door. Anakin watched sadly before rising.
Revan Jumped over the walls, and snuck past the guards. Entering the quiet room, she ignited her saber.
"Hello Padmé."