THE PERFECT STORM_

Obi-Wan woke up with a scream, sweat rolling down his face. Panting, he looked around the dark room. Obi-Wan looked down at Sajana, only to find her gone. The spot where she usually slept was...cold. Obi-Wan didn't sense her anywhere near. Panic started to rise in him. Sajana, Obi-Wan thought, his eyes shut as he tried to connect to her, where are you?

A long, scary moment passed. Nothing. No soft, comforting voice of Sajana to tell him she's alright. Nothing.

Obi-Wan let out a yell of frustration, smashing his face into a pillow. Obi-Wan looked up when he heard a knock on his door, his hopes lifted. They sank again when he saw Anakin. He looked down, holding the gray pillow in a death grip.

"Obi-Wan, what's wrong?" Anakin asked, walking over to him. "I heard you scream."

"Sajana," Obi-Wan said quietly, closing his eyes. "She's gone."

"Maybe she went for a walk?" Anakin said, sitting down on the bed.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "She's not in the Temple at all, Anakin. She's gone!" he choked out.

"Alright, just calm down, Obi-Wan." Anakin coaxed.

"Calm down?" Obi-Wan echoed, fliniching away from his touch. "You're honestly telling me to calm down? She could be kriffing dead right now, Anakin!" Obi-Wan growled, burying his face into his hands.

"It'll be alright, Obi-Wan, trust me." Anakin murmured.

Obi-Wan was silent, his body shaking.

Anakin sighed. "Can you sense her?" he asked slowly and carefully. He knew they were very close to each other.

Obi-Wan hesitated. "Somewhere, Dooku and Ventress have her." he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

"Can you try and locate where?" Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, trying to focus on where Sajana was at. "She's," Obi-Wan paused, trying to keep her location for as long as he could, "in the Sith Temple being held by Count Dooku on Felucia." he finally said.

"Alright," Anakin sighed. "It'll be alright. I have a feeling he just wants to lure you into a trap and hurt you instead of Master Dytee."

"I don't care," Obi-Wan shook his head. "As long as she's safe, that's all I care about."

"Nobody wants you hurt, Obi-Wan," Anakin told him. "Are you sure you want to go alone?" he asked.

Ob-Wan nodded. "I have to, Anakin." he murmured, his voice shaky.

"This is an unwise choice you're making, Obi-Wan," Anakin said gently. "I advise you take someone with you."

"I can't, Anakin," Obi-Wan hissed. "It's my issue that I have to deal with by myself."

"I understand that, Obi-Wan," Anakin argued. "But without another Jedi with you, who knows how injured you'll get? You're still making your recovery from your ribs."

"I...don't care, Anakin," Obi-Wan said quietly. "I have to."

"But-"

"No," Obi-Wan said firmly. "Nothing will make me change my mind on what I've made up."

Anakin sighed, pinching the space above his nose and in between his eyes. "Fine," he finally said. "But if anything at all is to go wrong, I want you to contact me or anyone."

"If I can or if I remember, Anakin." Obi-Wan told him.

"I just want you to be careful, Obi-Wan," Anakin said, looking up at him from his spot on the bed as Obi-Wan stood up. "We don't want you hurt again."

"I know." Obi-Wan said quietly, grabbing his Jedi tunic and boots out of the closet.

Dooku would pay for the damage that he's done to him, Obi-Wan had decided.

Cliffy! O: What'll happen to Obi in the next chapter? Wait for my next update and find out!(: Review, please!