Star Wars

Whispers and hushed conversations filled the chambers of the Council as the bodies of two fallen Jedi were brought back to the temple. Alongside their lifeless forms, a holorecording was presented, having captured the brutal details of their demise.

Within the recorded footage, a presumed female Sith emerged, adorned in sleek, black synthleather and draped in a hooded cape that concealed her face. Only a glimpse of her eyes, burning with a haunting golden glow, could be seen amidst the dim lighting of the recording.

Her tall and lithe figure emanated an imposing presence, commanding attention. Her movements were reminiscent of a predatory feline, one that stalked her prey with a calculated grace. With incredible speed and raw power, she effortlessly dispatched the Jedi who stood in her path. Swift spins, deft blocks, and precise slices cleaved through her enemies, as if their resistance was but a trifling inconvenience.

It didn't take long for this news of another unknown Sith to spread rapidly throughout the Jedi Council, consuming their ranks like wildfire.

However, amidst the chaos and turmoil of war, Obi-Wan had given little thought to the new Sith. Constantly traversing from one war-torn planet to another with his men, he found himself consumed by the demands of ongoing battles, and the new Sith threat easily slipped from the forefront of his mind.

It was not until fate thrust him onto a battlefield that he came face to face with that same Sith he had nearly forgotten.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened in surprise as he beheld the figure cloaked in black, standing a mere three meters away. The Sith emerged from the building where Obi-Wan was supposed to have an important meeting with local leaders. The glowing red saber clutched in her hand, though, made it clear that there was little point in proceeding further.

He stepped back, pulling his saber into his hand and holding it at the ready. "Not what I was expecting."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi," the hooded Sith drawled. "I've heard much about you."

The gentle timbre of her voice momentarily took aback Obi-Wan. It was almost melodic and tinged with a subtle outer rim accent.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, then," he hummed, regaining his composure, "As I have heard little about you."

She scoffed. "Then I am doing my job correctly."

"So it would seem," he replied, his voice calm and measured as he shifted his stance ever so slightly. "And what might your job have been here?"

"If you're as intelligent as everyone claims, I'm sure you can figure it out," she replied dryly, twirling her lightsaber in a playful manner.

"Well, in most civilized circles, it's considered rude to make assumptions," Obi-Wan countered.

There was a soft, almost inaudible huff of amusement from his adversary. "I'm hardly civilized. Assume all you like," she taunted, taking a deliberate step toward him.

Obi-Wan stood his ground. "Then I assume you killed the leaders here."

"Correct," she asserted, a clear smirk behind those words. "Apologies, General, but your mission here is undoubtedly a failure."

"That's unfortunate," Obi-Wan sighed. "And I assume you're not about to let me go on my way, are you?"

"I have completed the task I was given here. I have no reason to fight you."

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed as he processed her words. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You can understand my skepticism."

"There are enough who want your head, Kenobi," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I have no desire to be yet another on that list."

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Obi-Wan's lips. "I do seem to be getting quite popular in your circle," he said with a low chuckle.

"Yes, it's rather…obnoxious." Obi-Wan couldn't see it, but he could sense the subtle roll of her eyes.

"Best be careful, then," he teased. "You might find yourself falling for my charms as well."

The Sith scoffed, her disdain palpable, before turning wordlessly and walking away. Obi-Wan watched her retreating figure, his gaze lingering for a moment before he called after her, "Do I get your name?"

She remained silent and Obi-wan thought she might ignore him, but then he heard her response. "Vader."

Vader. At least he had that much to report.

"Until next time, Vader," Obi-Wan bid in farewell. He knew it was foolish to let her leave, but an unsettling intuition told him this encounter would not be their last.

*****

After finally laying eyes on Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin couldn't help but question what all the fuss was about.

She knew Dooku had made it clear that he had a claim on Kenobi, should the opportunity arise to steal him away from the Jedi. That wheezing monstrosity Grievous wanted him dead, and Ventress…well, Ventress seemed to desire to either fuck him or kill him. Most likely both.

But, in Anakin's opinion, the man seemed unworthy of her attention.

There was something lacking in his presence, a distinct absence of intimidation. Despite his well-built physique, he stood shorter than her, and he did not possess the imposing or bulky stature that would command respect. His handsome face emitted a magnetic charm, making it difficult to perceive him as a threat. And although his words were laced with the wit and charm of a self-assured man, overall, he failed to embody a formidable opponent.

It was not until she saw him again, did this opinion change.

Anakin, alongside Grievous, had been assigned the arduous task of executing a mission on Ullara, only to have Kenobi and his clones unexpectedly arrive and impede their plans.

Standing on the battlefield, eyes fixed upon the spectacle unfolding before her, Anakin finally understood the appeal of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Anakin watched as the Jedi Master gracefully moved amidst the chaos, a sense of confidence radiating from his every step. Obi-Wan possessed a rare blend of agility and strength, a formidable combination that left Anakin almost in awe. Like a force of nature, he surged forward, his movements a brilliant display of seamless coordination.

But it was his defense that truly captivated her. A true master of Soresu, he stood tall like an impenetrable fortress, repelling every attack. It was as if his very being was forged from durasteel, a resolute disposition that could not be broken.

His command of the battlefield was not simply a display of skill, but a testament to the staunch determination that lay within him. And as she witnessed each movement, each calculated strike, Anakin couldn't help but become captivated by the aura of excellence that surrounded him.

Anakin eagerly paced the sidelines, gaze fixated on the duel between Obi-Wan and Grievous, the clash of lightsabers humming around the pair. But as soon as that colossal amalgamation of metal and flesh retreated, she took her opportunity to step in.

She watched as Obi-Wan's muscles visibly tensed as he faced her. "Vader," he greeted.

"Kenobi," she returned, stalking forward with her saber at the ready.

"Any chance you'll let me go after Grievous?"

"I couldn't care less about that monster. But he unfortunately serves a purpose, so no."

"Then I suppose we're fighting," he said as he leveled his blade into that perfect Soresu stance.

"We don't need to fight," she said, though it was a lie. Every part of her yearned for one. For the opportunity to test the Jedi warrior standing before her.

"If you're stopping me from pursuing Grievous, then I don't think there's much of a different outcome."

"Then I hope you're ready to lose."

That was all the warning she gave before attacking.

In a flurry of attacks and the sharp hiss of blades, their bodies moved with precision and grace. Obi-Wan matched her every strike, skillfully maneuvering backward, always on the defensive. Despite her relentless assault, Obi-Wan remained unyielding, his resolve unshakeable.

The Force enveloped them, its energy pulsing around them in a way that Anakin had never experienced before. Amid their fierce engagement, they fell into a mesmerizing rhythm, akin to that of an intricate dance. Their movements became fluid, their actions synchronized, as if guided by an unseen hand.

Minutes ticked by, yet neither combatant gained the upper hand. Their skills were so evenly matched that victory seemed elusive for either.

However, it was only when Obi-Wan's clones arrived on the scene that Anakin broke away. Both warriors, slightly breathless from their intense confrontation, were in awe of the charged atmosphere surrounding them, the very air crackling with the energy of the Force.

"Next time, I won't be going so easy on you," Anakin declared and was quick to make her leave.

And as she did, she felt Obi-Wan's eyes on her back. Felt the Force thrumming under her skin. Felt a growing want inside her that had never been there before.

~~~~~

As the days slipped by, Anakin found herself unable to shake the relentless desire that had taken hold of her. It gnawed at her, an incessant buzzing in her mind, a persistent ache that permeated her very being.

She was at a loss for what to do with this newfound 'attraction' towards Kenobi. It was an unwelcome presence, a force that consumed her thoughts with such intensity that it teetered on becoming a bothersome distraction. And Anakin couldn't afford distractions. She could not let this infatuation risk a slip up that could compromise one of her missions.

And, honestly, she didn't want to think of herself on par with the likes of all the others, especially with the level of near obsession this was turning into.

Yet, despite her best efforts to avoid him, fate seemed to conspire against her, and Anakin repeatedly crossed paths with the maddeningly attractive Jedi.

Each time, the mere sight of him would stir conflicting emotions within her, a mixture of frustration and undeniable lust.

And to make matters worse, each encounter seemed to be accompanied by a beautiful symphony in the Force. It was as if the Force itself celebrated their meetings, rejoicing in their continuous crossing of paths. Anakin, despite her strong connection to the Force, couldn't fathom its intentions.

All she knew for certain was that the Force appeared to have a peculiar affinity for her being near Obi-Wan.

She chose to ignore these encounters and feelings, holding onto the hope that they would eventually fade away. However, these hopes were shattered as soon as she discovered Obi-Wan standing in the middle of her bedchamber.

Lost in reading on her datapad, a faint ripple in the Force suddenly captured her attention. Startled, she lifted her gaze, only to find him standing there.

In that moment, their eyes met, and both fell into stunned silence, unable to utter a word.

Anakin's mind slowly absorbed everything, taking in the sight before her. With a swift movement, she rolled off her bed and landed on her feet. As she stood, her hand instinctively summoned her saber, its distinctive hum filling the room as it ignited.

The sharp red light illuminated her casual state - dressed only in a simple black tunic and pants. No layers to shield her, her hands and feet bare, her face without the dark shroud of the hood of her cape.

A tension coiled within, making her acutely aware of how exposed she was. Left vulnerable to a stranger, an enemy. She hated it.

"How did you get in here?!" she demanded, her grip on the saber's hilt tightening in her mechanical hand.

Obi-Wan blinked at her in surprise, his eyes slowly roaming her body and taking in everything about her uncovered form. "Vader?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. "I…I don't know what you are seeing, but I'm on my ship. How did you get here?"

"Your ship?" Anakin asked incredulously, her eyes darting around her room to confirm, yes, she was still there. "I'm in my bedroom."

"Your bedroom?" Obi-Wan repeated. "…we are both in two separate locations simultaneously, and yet still able to see each other."

She looked at him for what felt like an eternity, trying to wrap her head around the situation. "How is this possible?"

Obi-Wan looked just as lost as she felt. "I haven't the slightest idea," he stated, his arms crossing in front of him.

Anakin hesitated for a moment, her fingers releasing the tight grip on her saber. It deactivated, and she tossed it onto her bed as she took a few tentative steps towards Obi-Wan. "This must be because of that strange connection we have," she suggested.

The Jedi's nose crinkled in displeasure, his brows furrowing. "Yes, that," he muttered.

"Oh good, you've felt it too, then." Anakin kept her voice steady, despite the tremendous relief at knowing she wasn't alone in this peculiar experience.

She came to stand before Obi-Wan, keeping an arm's length of distance between them. The air crackled as she did, the bond between them palpable and the Force purring joyfully at their proximity. "The Force seems to want us together."

"I wouldn't go that far," Obi-Wan replied, eyes reflecting a certain caution and skepticism.

"You don't hear it sing when we're near each other? Like it is right now?" Anakin pressed.

Obi-Wan frowned. "Sing?"

Anakin nodded, her arms crossing in front of her as she suddenly felt self-conscious. "Yes. Our Force signatures…they harmonize. It, uh, sounds like singing almost. It feels warm…pleasant."

"Hmm, I suppose I'll have to take your word for it," Obi-Wan replied, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. He turned away from her, his eyes scanning his surroundings. She was grateful he couldn't see her cluttered room with the scattered books and datapads, and various parts and tools her projects strewn about.

Anakin shifted on her feet awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed now. Connection or not, there was a stranger in her room. Granted, an attractive and charismatic one, but a stranger, nonetheless.

"What do you think this is?" Obi-Wan asked after a moment.

"I…I don't know. A bond of some sort?" It was strange to suggest, given bonds were something forged or forced upon others, not simply created by the Force itself.

"A bond created from just a handful of meetings?"

"Something fated by the Force itself?"

A deep frown etched itself on Obi-Wan's face. "You understand how unbelievable that sounds, yes?"

"Then you think of an explanation," Anakin huffed irately.

The Jedi sighed. "I suppose I'll look into it."

"…I suppose I could do the same," Anakin grumbled and turned to walk back to her bed. "I have a feeling this is only going to happen again."

"Unfortunately, I have the same feeling," he mumbled before he suddenly vanished from Anakin's room.

Anakin blinked in surprise. "…well alright."

*****

Obi-Wan's eyes widened as Vader disappeared, once more leaving him standing alone in his dimly lit quarters aboard the Negotiator.

"Well, that was…unexpected," he muttered to himself.

Unexpected being an understatement, of course.

Obi-Wan paced back and forth, his mind racing with questions. How was it possible for them to traverse the vastness of space and appear in each other's presence? It was a phenomenon that defied logic, a bond that went beyond any he had ever heard of. What could this connection mean? And more importantly, was it possible to break it?

But as he pondered the bond, the more he pondered the woman he shared it with, and soon Obi-Wan found himself fixating on another aspect that disturbed him even more than the unnatural bond.

Vader was absolutely stunning. And young. Much too young for the dark deeds and horrors she had committed.

How could someone so seemingly innocent be capable of such atrocities? He supposed it was true what they said about looks being deceiving.

At least now he understood why she hid her appearance beneath layers of fabric and the shadows of her hood. She was hardly an intimidating sight without that mystique.

Even now, he could still see full, pouty lips and piercing eyes seared into his mind. Eyes highlighted by long, dark lashes that fluttered with every blink. See the way her luscious golden curls cascaded around her face, illuminating a perfect sun-kissed complexion. See the hint of alluring curves and full breasts subtly hidden under her loose loungewear, leaving him to fantasize about the captivating body that surely lay just beneath…

Obi-Wan shook his head, trying to banish such inappropriate thoughts from his mind. This was neither the time nor the place to indulge in fantasies. He was a Jedi, a master of self-control, and he wouldn't let himself be distracted by…by physical attraction.

The sound of his commlink chiming caught Obi-Wan's attention, luckily drawing him from his lewd thoughts.

Moving across the room, he grabbed the device from the chair where it had been discarded and answered the call.

Before he knew it, Quinlan's image flickered into view. Right away, Obi-Wan noticed a hint of worry in his friend's typically self-assured demeanor.

"You're bonded with a Sith."

"Hello to you too, Quin. I see you got my last message," Obi-Wan greeted. "I was afraid you wouldn't receive it out there on —"

"No, your message was a garbled mess. Siri told me."

"Did she now?" Obi-Wan drawled, not hiding the irritation that crept into his voice.

"Yeah, she's worried. I am too."

"She didn't tell anyone else, did she?"

"Just me, as far as I know."

"Good. I want to keep it that way until I can figure this out."

"Figure it out?" Quinlan rose a brow. "And how do you expect to do that, Obes? You're bonded to a Sith seemingly out of nowhere. That's unheard of."

"I'm aware…which is why I hoped you would help."

A look of understating crossed the Kiffar man's face. "You need me to do something shadowy, then?"

"Yes, and no. Mostly, I want you to 'gain access' to certain restricted volumes within the archives. Volumes that I myself don't even have permission to explore," Obi-Wan clarified. "I have a feeling that any research I do won't yield any useful results, but there might be something within the prohibited sections that could provide insight into this situation."

"I'll see what I can find." Quinlan stated before he frowned. "But Obes, you probably should tell the Council. Having this kind of bond could—"

"Compromise me?"

"Your words, not mine."

Obi-Wan sighed, slumping down in his chair. "Please see what you can dig up. I'll do what I can on my end. And, if need be, I will alert the Council to this."

There was another flicker of concern. "Something happened?"

Blast Quin and his perceptiveness.

Obi-Wan hesitated to answer. "Yes…I visited her."

"What? Why would—"

"No, Quin, it wasn't anything like that. I connected with her on a…a metaphysical level, I suppose, through our bond. It's hard to explain, but it was as if she were present in my room while simultaneously, I was present in hers. As if we were in two different places at once across the galaxy."

Quinlan stared at him in silence for a moment. "Yeah," he drawled. "That's not a normal bond."

Obi-Wan resisted an eye roll. "Exactly why I need help with researching."

His friend released a deep sigh. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you, Quin."

"Anything for you, Obes."

A soft smile played at Obi-Wan's lips. "We'll talk soon."

"We will. Keep safe," Quinlan bid, and with that, the call ended.

Obi-Wan once more tossed his com aside, face falling in his hands.

As per usual, things in his life were never easy.

With a weary sigh, he got to his feet, deciding he needed to meditate. He settled onto the plush cushion nestled in the alcove of his quarters and closed his eyes, shutting out the world around him. The room fell silent as he fell deeper into mediation, and soon, the familiar push and pull of the universe enveloped him.

Within the depths of his consciousness, he felt the Force pulsating, its energy resonating within him. As always, it acted as a gentle current, guiding his thoughts and energy, offering glimpses of an immense cosmos that slipped through his grasp of comprehension.

As the hours slowly ticked away, the answers to his questions remained frustratingly elusive. As if revelation lied just out of reach. Just as Vader had declared, he understood the Force wanted him and the Sith to have this bond, but he couldn't discern what purpose it served.

Obi-Wan gradually returned to awareness, his eyelids fluttering open.

So much for seeking guidance.

With stiff movements, Obi-Wan rose from his seat, reaching out to grasp his datapad from the nightstand.

If meditation proved unhelpful, then the answers must lie somewhere in the vast knowledge of the Jedi archives.

Drawing in a deep breath, he sat on his bed and readied himself for the task ahead. His fingers danced across the datapad's surface, navigating through the digital sea of information and seeking a truth that lay buried within the vast collection of ancient texts and forgotten prophecies.

He would uncover the mystery of this bond. He had to.

*****

Days blurred into a long, hazy week before it happened again. Obi-Wan stood before her, bare-chested and bacta patches adhered tightly to his chest. He stared, his eyes meeting Anakin's. "Hello Vader," he greeted.

Anakin's brows furrowed, her gaze instantly drawn to the sight of Obi-Wan's wounded torso. "What happened?" she asked, unable to clamp down on the surge of worry welling up within her.

"Ah, a landmine," Obi-Wan replied, his words punctuated by a wince of discomfort. "Thankfully, it wasn't that bad."

"A landmine?" Anakin repeated in disbelief. "What kind of Jedi steps on a landmine?"

"I didn't," Obi-Wan explained. "One of my men fell on it after a droid shot him. This," he gestured to his chest, "was shra pnel."

"Oh, well," She straightened herself. "Your men should be more careful."

Obi-Wan raised a weary brow, his tired exhale turning into a huff of air that might have been a scoff. "Yes, I'll be sure to tell them that."

The young woman subtly nodded her approval, her eyes lingering on Obi-Wan's chest, taking in the expanse of smooth skin that was free from bacta patches. He really was…fit, wasn't he? Nice broad shoulders. Toned arms that hinted at the strength she had seen on display. His pale skin had a delicate beauty to it, one contrasted by the spattering of coppery chest hair with a trail of coarser hair that led further down. As her gaze wandered, she couldn't help but notice the freckles adorning his skin as well.

Cute.

"Take an image, dear. It'll last longer," Obi-Wan casually remarked as he pulled on a shirt, interrupting her thoughts.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she turned away, crossing her arms with an audible huff. "How long do you think this will last this time?"

"I haven't the foggiest," Obi-Wan hummed, wincing a little as he rolled his shoulder wrong.

Anakin let out another exasperated huff. This was inconvenient, to say the least.

"So," Obi-Wan broke the silence, "you can't see anything but me?"

"No. It looks like you're here with me," Anakin replied, looking back at him. "I assume it's the same for you?"

Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes meeting Anakin's gaze. "It is," he confirmed. "But you seem to be more in tuned with this than I am."

Anakin's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you did say it felt like singing to you."

"It does."

"Then I assume that means you're more connected to whatever this is than I am," he asserted.

"Well, yes, I suppose that would make sense. I have a stronger connection to the Force than most."

Obi-Wan raised a brow at her. "Really?"

Anakin gave a small hum. "Yes. It's the reason my Master took me on as an apprentice. Well, one of them at least."

"And who might your master be, Vader? This mysterious Sith lord who we keep hearing so ominously about?"

"That would be him," she drawled, her voice trailing off as she restlessly paced the room she was in. 

Obi-Wan observed her pacing back and forth, a small smile tugging at his lips before he huffed in amusement. 

Anakin stopped in her tracks, a scowl forming on her face as she glared at the man. "Something entertaining?"

"Nothing. Just you in your nice leather," he gestured vaguely at her, "pacing my muddy tent, and looking as irritated as a mother gundark. It's a bit humorous."

Her irritation gave way to curiosity, quirking her head at the man. "You're in a tent?"

"I am. I'm in the middle of a campaign."

"Ah, right, I should know that," she muttered, mostly to herself, and resumed her agitated pacing.

"Where are you right now, dear?"

She gave a dismissive wave. "Nowhere I can share with you."

Obi-Wan's gaze lingered on her, his expression turning serious as he frowned. "How old are you, Vader?"

"Twenty," she supplied, the answer slipping out before she could stop herself. She shouldn't be divulging anything to this man.

"Twenty," the Jedi reiterated, his nod indicating that this piece of information confirmed something for him.

Once more the Sith paused her motions, full attention on Obi-Wan. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, no. You're just younger than I thought you were," he replied airily. "And quite skilled for your age."

She stood a bit taller with the compliment, a small spark of delight present in the Force. "I'm aware. My Master has trained me well."

Obi-Wan gave her a strained smile. "I'm sure he has. How long have you been training?"

"Since I was a child."

Obi-Wan looked like he wanted to say something more, but his head snapped to the side. "It's nothing Cody. I'll be right there," he said before the Jedi vanished from sight, pulled away from whatever connection he had with Anakin.

She glared at the space that the Jedi had once occupied. Why was it always him that got to leave first? The kriffing bastard.

***

On the whim of her master, Anakin had been sent to investigate an ancient Sith temple on the moon of Yavin 4. Although he did not explain why he needed her to accomplish this, in her opinion, trivial task, she understood orders were to be followed regardless of her personal preferences. So despite not being fond of outer rim trips or humidity, she suppressed her complaints and followed the instructions assigned to her.

The journey through the jungle proved arduous. However, after tirelessly cutting her way through the thick tangle of foliage, she finally reached the coordinates her master had sent her. With a squad of droids following closely behind, she made her way up the narrow stone steps of the ancient temple. As they entered the dark stone structure, an eerie and almost unnatural stillness greeted them. The sound of her footfalls echoed off the moss-covered stone walls, while Anakin extended her senses through the Force, searching for any clue about what lay hidden within.

But just as she rounded a sharp corner, a concealed door emerged beneath her feet. With no time to react, a sudden jolt tore her away from her mechanical companions, plummeting into the depths of the temple below.

Once she regained her senses, she found herself in a labyrinth of dark tunnels. Stars, what an idiot she had been for falling into such an obvious trap.

Inside the tunnels, the air was damp and heavy, carrying the musty scent of earth that had remained untouched for centuries. She desperately scoured her surroundings, diligently scanning every new wall in search of a means of escape, but each time she found nothing but sigils and Sith spell work.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as she relentlessly searched for a way out.

Then, as if summoned by fate, Obi-Wan Kenobi descended from the same tunnel Anakin had entered from.

Reacting on instinct, she raised her lightsaber, preparing to defend herself against the unexpected intruder. Yet, the moment her gaze fell upon his familiar face, she lowered her weapon.

"Of course it's you," Anakin uttered in a mix of exasperation and relief.

"Ah, hello Vader, dear," he greeted as he regained his footing, brushing off the dust that clung to his robes.

"Why are you here, Kenobi?"

While they had shared a few brief encounters, this served as their first face-to-face meeting since their fight on Ullara.

"I was coming after you," he said. "One of our scouts spotted your ship, and I was the closest in the area."

The young Sith pushed back her hood. "And what were you hoping to accomplish by doing that?" she asked, most likely looking as unimpressed with the entire scenario as she felt.

"Hopefully stop you from whatever it is you're trying to do here."

She scoffed. "You just followed after me without knowing what I was doing?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting to fall down here. I was planning on doing reconnaissance first."

"Of course," she drawled. "Then let me be the first to welcome you to the best the Sith Hells have to offer, an endless maze of tunnels protected by powerful, ancient Sith wards."

Obi-Wan frowned and looked around at the web of sigils etched across the stone walls. "Ah. I'm afraid I'm not very well versed in Sith wards."

"I figured as much Jedi."

To her surprise, he rolled his eyes at her. "Well, what do you have to say on all this, my dear Sith apprentice?"

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but pout, though she tried to conceal it with a huff of irritation. "Given that I have found no alternative, I will need to break the incantations. Which will take some time."

Obi-Wan's eyes sparked with curiosity. "Really? And how are you going to do that?"

"Through the use of the Force, of course."

He once again rolled his eyes. "Yes, I gathered as much. But is there a specific way to do that? Is there a certain process? What do the sigils mean?"

"I need an incantation that will counter the spell work being done here," Anakin explained impatiently, hardly in the mood to give a lesson in Sith spell work. "These," She gestured to the script on the wall nearest her. "Curse those who wind up down here. Make it so they will spend eternity traversing the same halls. And those," she gestured to another set on the other wall, "manipulate the Force, shrouding it from any Sith or Jedi."

"How interesting," the Jedi said, inspecting the runes on the wall with interest. "So we're trapped down here because of these?" He sounded much too entertained for someone trapped in a labyrinth.

She scowled. "You honestly don't sound too concerned that you're stuck down here for what could be an eternity."

"If I was alone, I probably would be a little more concerned. But I happen to be trapped with a Sith who seems to be well versed in spell work."

"I wouldn't say well versed."

"You know more than me on the subject," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, wandering a little further down the hall to inspect a large mural on the wall.

Anakin couldn't help but stare at him in a mix of wonder and annoyance. "You are so strange."

"Will of the Force, my dear Vader," Obi-Wan hummed.

She scoffed, the sound echoing through the cavernous tunnel, and moved her attention back to the script etched into the walls. Using the soft, pulsating glow of her saber, she carefully traced her eyes over each meticulously carved word. The walls seemed to murmur their secrets as she read, the faint sound of her own breath mingling with the ancient whispers.

Obi-Wan remained silent as Anakin focused on deciphering the intricate spell work. The blue light of his saber danced across the tunnel, casting flickering shadows on the various works of art and murals that adorned the rough stone walls.

Though he stayed within a reasonable distance and never fully turned away from Anakin, he appeared to be at ease with the current situation.

Honestly, if Anakin had to pick anyone to be stuck in this trap with, she was glad it was Obi-Wan. His presence temporarily eased the weight of the situation.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Anakin's lips as she voiced her gratitude. "You make for far better company than any others I know," she commented.

"Then you must not be acquainted with many others," Obi-Wan replied lightheartedly, his fingers inching towards the wall before pausing, his hand hovering over a rough carving depicting a dual headed creature. "If I touch the wall, I'm not going to get cursed, am I?"

Anakin couldn't help but smirk. "Depends on the wall," she drawled teasingly.

A smile appeared on Obi-Wan's face. "Cheeky," he muttered under his breath, though his words resonated clearly in the silence.

Anakin gave a huff of amusement and turned her attention back to the task at hand. With the spell work on the walls now deciphered, she could formulate a counter incantation.

"So, how does it work?" Obi-Wan asked. "You just make up a counter curse based on the existing curse? It can't be that easy."

"It actually can be," she responded. "Sith incantations are all about conviction. They must be said precisely, and they must be said with passion. There can be no doubt or hesitation. One cannot bend the Force to their will if they do not know with certainty that they can."

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed slightly. "While I don't enjoy the subjection of the Force, I can't help but think of what Master Yoda says: Do or do not, there is no try."

Anakin's face lit up. "Words to live by."

"And are you powerful and willful enough to break this curse, Vader?"

"Of course I am."

"Ah, that Sith modesty."

She gave a small shrug. "No need to be modest when you're speaking simple truths."

Obi-Wan gave a hum of concession, and shifted, appearing to silently encourage her to continue. 

With the unwanted approval, Anakin kneeled to the ground. She took her time to craft a counter curse, and with a deliberate hand, traced several potential spells into the fine layer of dust that coated the ground, her brows knitting in concentration.

As she worked, a fleeting thought crossed her mind—how useful it would be if Asajj were there so that she could pick her knowledge of arcane magics. Of course, she immediately dismissed the notion; after all, the Nightsister bore no love for her, a sentiment that was wholly reciprocated.

Her fingers continued to stir up the fine silt in swirling patterns before she finally paused. After a moment of scrutiny, her gaze settled on one string of words that would best amplify her intentions.

She rose to her feet once more, and, summoning all her inner strength, began her incantation. Her voice was steady and infused with all the passion and command she could muster, and she immediately felt the surrounding air become charged.

A few paces away, Obi-Wan observed her with an intensity that bordered on reverence. His gaze never wavered from Anakin's form as the cadence of her chanting filled the quiet tunnel they stood in. A tangible mix of curiosity tinged with a sliver of anxiety hung in the space between them. But there was also a whisper of something more, something more primal — desire.

Acutely aware of Obi-Wan's attention on her, Anakin felt a surge of confidence rush through her. It was an unspoken challenge, sparking her need to showcase the full range of her prowess. She was in her element, her moment to show him her power, at least within the realm of spell work.

As she continued, the Force seemed to resonate with her efforts, a symphony of energy that ebbed and flowed with her voice.

The sigils resisted, the walls trembling as the ancient energy twisted and contorted in protest, but Anakin's will would not be denied. She pressed forward with unwavering intent, her voice rising against the stubborn enchantments.

Minutes stretched on, each second a battle of wills, until finally, the curse could no longer bear the strain. The very Force shuddered—yielding to her command—her efforts culminating in a crescendo that reverberated through the entire temple. With an audible snap and hiss, the spell's bindings shattered and a brilliant burst of crimson light erupted across the stone walls of the tunnel.

Anakin's chest heaved as she panted from the exertion, a smile of triumph on her face.

There was a long stretch of silence that Obi-Wan eventually broke. "I take it that worked."

"One way to find out. Come on." Anakin gestured for him to follow and headed down the hall, letting the Force, which she could now fully feel, guide her.

There was a moment of silence as they walked before the Jedi spoke again. "That was very impressive, Vader."

"It was simple spell work," Anakin replied, feeling a warm thrum of pleasure at the Jedi's compliment.

"If you say so. I still thought it was impressive."

"…thank you."

Obi-Wan's lips curled into a faint smile. "You don't get complimented often, do you?"

"No. Compliments are hardly part of a Sith's training.," Anakin replied. "There is always something that can be corrected or improved upon."

"I figured as much." Obi-Wan's gaze flickered with a mix of interest and playfulness. "But you enjoy being complimented?"

Anakin looked away, giving a noncommittal shrug rather than an actual response. She had never put much thought into it before. But now that she was, she supposed she did always revel in the sparse compliments and words of praise she had been given by her Master. It was always so satisfying to know she had pleased him. Even in the smallest way.

They continued to wander the halls of the maze for a while longer before discovering a staircase, revealed now that the curse had been broken. They ascended the stairs, and as they emerged onto the pinnacle, the sight of an immense, open chamber greeted them. Sunlight filtered through narrow slits in the walls, casting delicate beams that illuminated the vast space. Their gazes were drawn to the far central wall, adorned with a colossal mural of a strange, dual-faced image. And adjacent to that, perched upon a gilded pedestal, rested a holocron.

"Interesting art," Anakin mused as she threw out her hand, summoning the holocron to her.

"Yes, there were a few similar murals in the tunnels," Obi-Wan said. "What do you think it is?"

"Something related to what's stored in this," the Sith ventured.

"And do I get to know what's in there?"

"You want to know forbidden Sith knowledge, Master Jedi?"

"I want to know if it's dangerous, Lady Vader."

Anakin rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath in Huttese about blasted Jedi. "Unfortunately, neither of us will get to know as this is to be delivered to my Master."

"I'm afraid you might find that delivery harder than you anticipated," Obi-Wan said, brandishing his saber.

Anakin gave an amused hum looking from the Jedi to the holocron in her hand. "I was hoping you'd say that."

She gently tossed the over-glorified storage device to the side and ignited her own lightsaber. She gave it a showy twirl, flashing a brilliant smile at Obi-Wan.

"This should be fun," she declared, a flare of anxious excitement emanating from her. To her delight, she sensed a touch of excitement coming from Obi-Wan, too.

As she advanced, the Jedi moved in tandem. Their lightsabers connected with a clash of sparks again and again, and once more the Force erupted in a glorious symphony. One, two, three, strike after strike, they met with near equal strength. Obi-Wan remained on the defensive while Anakin pressed forward with an unyielding offense. An immovable force versus an unstoppable object. Anakin could feel their hearts beating in perfect unison, hear their blood pulsing with the passion of battle.

Finally, though, they broke off. Standing before each other, both were panting, their chests rising and falling rapidly. Anakin's eyes shimmered, practically glowing with her glee. There was no opponent like Obi-Wan. No one else could stir such euphoria within her. It was a sensation unparalleled, one that consumed her entire being. Her very soul.

"You really are the best I've ever fought," Anakin declared with a tired smile, unable to contain her admiration for the man.

"Likewise, dear," Obi-Wan said between soft puffs of breath.

There was a brief silence between them as their breathing gradually steadied, before Anakin addressed him once more. "Did you want to go again?" she asked, sounding far too hopeful and bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet. Her mirth was almost tangible — in the Force it may as well have been.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "This isn't a game, Vader."

The Sith laughed carelessly, probably the first time Obi-Wan had ever heard the sound. "And why can't it be? This is the most fun I can remember ever having."

The Jedi frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that. But I do have a job to do."

"Oh, come on. I know you were enjoying it, too. Besides." She twirled her lightsaber, smile turning sharp. "I'm not about to just let you take this thing."

Obi-Wan sighed, and he raised his saber. "Very well then. After you."

Again, they leapt into the fray, Anakin chasing that intoxicating high that came with crossing blades with Obi-Wan.

They dueled fiercely for long minutes before separating to catch their breath. The Force hummed within Anakin, a gentle yet powerful presence purring beneath her skin — skin that felt impossibly tight and feverish.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage, threatening to escape her chest as an intense desire surged within her—a desire for more.

A desire that she knew would haunt her long after the day's battle had ceased.

She was playing with fire, and knew that this would become a dangerous addiction. Knew that she was treading a path from which there was no return, a path where satisfaction would remain an elusive dream, forever out of reach.

She would need to feel this heady euphoria again and again. Would never get enough of it. Would never be sated.

Sweat-slicked curls clung to her forehead as she swept her hair back, a wild look in her eyes. "Again," she demanded, her breath coming in sharp bursts, and lightsaber spinning deftly in her mechanical grip, ready for another round.

"We need to stop this," Obi-Wan huffed between his own pants.

"Then stop it."

He paused. He thought. Then he came at Anakin once more, the hum of their clashing lightsabers filling the cavernous chamber. This time, though, the struggle was brief as Anakin managed to pin him. Or perhaps Obi-Wan let himself get pinned. Regardless, Anakin had the Jedi against the wall, lightsaber at his throat, the red glow casting a sinister halo around Obi-Wan's sweat covered face.

"You let me win?" Anakin questioned, breathless and brow furrowed in confusion.

"We can't go on like this forever, dear," Obi-Wan panted, his voice strained with exertion.

"I wish we could," Anakin returned. It was barely audible, but her longing was clear.

Their breaths mingled as she held his gaze, caught in the intensity of his eyes appearing as a turbulent storm in the soft light of her saber. She wasn't sure who made the first move — probably her — but suddenly they were surging forward. Their lips met, wild and feverish and wanting, and the Force buzzed around them.

She seemed to have deactivated her lightsaber at some point, hearing it clatter to the floor as she grasped the front of Obi-Wan's tunic. The Jedi's own saber was soon forgotten as one of his arms snaked tightly around Anakin's middle and his other hand delved into her damp, sweat-drenched curls. 

Anakin pulled him flush against her and deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth. With a fierce hunger, she kissed Obi-Wan, staking her claim on his mouth. Eagerly, he responded, seeking dominance over her mouth in return. Just like during their battle, their hearts pulsed as one, and the bond between them crackled with an electric desire.

They only broke apart out of necessity, gasping for air. As Anakin panted, Obi-Wan's lips sought her throat, peppering hot kisses and gentle nips along her sensitive flesh. A soft groan escaped Anakin's lips, her eyes shutting in blissful surrender to the feeling. She released her hold on Obi-Wan's tunic, her hands finding their way to his back and her fingers digging into his shoulders, as he continued to lavish attention on her neck.

"Have you ever been kissed before?" Obi-Wan asked as his lips brushed against the Sith's jaw.

"Mm, yes." Anakin gave a soft, content hum in the back of her throat. "But never like this."

"How unfortunate," the Jedi remarked, his fingers weaving further through Anakin's curls and tugging forcefully, pulling her head to the side and exposing more of her delicate skin.

Another moan slipped from her at the action, and she instinctively pressed herself even closer to the man, feeling the unmistakable bulge of his — very impressive — hardening cock against her thigh.

Obi-Wan's mouth was unrelenting, fervently marring her skin with open mouth kisses, sucking and biting at the tender flesh. The fingers of his free hand traced a tantalizing path down Anakin's side, sending delightful shivers through her body, until his hand firmly gripped her hip. The pressure of his touch was intense, his fingertips no doubt bruising her and leaving yet more marks on her body.

As his mouth moved back to her jaw, he released her hip, and his touch moved upwards, heading towards her chest. But instead of cupping her breast as she expected, his hand pressed flat against her.

Then, before she could comprehend what was happening, Anakin was being pushed away by the Force, her back colliding hard with the far wall and her body being held firmly in place by an invisible grip.

She groaned, head spinning, a mix of pain and lust clouding her mind. "Wha-?"

"Apologies, Vader," Obi-Wan said as he snatched up his saber and the holocron, making for the stairs that ran along the side of the chamber.

The haze in Anakin's mind vanished instantly, making way for a hot, burning rage that now coursed through her. "You fucking bastard!" she spat and struggled against the invisible hold on her.

"It's nothing personal," Obi-Wan called back to her, the sound of his footsteps growing fainter as he ascended the stairs and disappeared from sight. His hold on her dissipated as he did, her body dropping to the ground.

Anakin's scream boomed through the ancient temple, the stone floor quivering beneath her as tremors of her rage ripped through the Force. In one swift motion, she rose to her feet and summoned her lightsaber to her hand, the blade igniting with its fierce crimson glow as she charged after Obi-Wan.

The halls of the temple became a blur as she pursued the Jedi. His speed and agility were impressive, surpassing her expectations as he deftly maneuvered through the twisting paths to elude her. With the aide of the Force, walls crumbled and pillars collapsed in his wake, and the temple groaned ominously under the strain of destruction.

Undeterred, Anakin pushed aside any rubble that obstructed her path. The glimmer of daylight beckoned her forward, guiding her to the temple's entrance just in time to witness Obi-Wan disappear into the surrounding forest.

She halted at the top step of the temple, gaze fixed on where the Jedi had once been.

"No." The word tumbled from her lips, near silent.

She would not lose him. She would not fail her Master. She would get that holocron.

Taking in a ragged breath, Anakin closed her eyes, shutting out the chaos of the stone temple collapsing behind her and pushing through the red fiery rage still pounding through her veins. She focused solely on the bond she shared with Obi-Wan, intent on leveraging it to her advantage.

It took a moment for her to extend her consciousness, reaching out and establishing a mental grip on their bond. She felt Obi-Wan's presence falter as she did, his energy immediately resisting her own and attempting to repel her.

Anakin capitalized on his struggle, seizing the opportunity. With another breath, a tightening grip, and a surge forward, she opened her eyes and there stood Obi-Wan before her, his expression one of utter astonishment and horror.

The Force bent and twisted around the pair, merging separate scenes into one seamless reality — Anakin remaining at the temple entrance, while Obi-Wan stood amidst dense jungle vegetation. They were brought together, connected by a rift in space created by the sheer power of their Force bond.

Anakin didn't hesitate. She threw out her hand and wrenched the holocron from Obi-Wan's shocked grasp, pulling it through the ethereal rift and into her own.

"Mine," the Sith growled before releasing her grip on their bond, severing the connection, and standing alone once more.

A rush of shock and disbelief flooded through the bond before Obi-Wan attempted to regain control of his emotions. Anakin's lips curled into a smirk as she relished her triumph, her eyes fixed on the holocron in her hand, gleaming in the waning sunlight.

"Until next time, Obi-Wan," Anakin chirped to the empty space surrounding her.

With her victory secured, she turned and set off in search of her ship.

*****

Obi-Wan found himself in the communications room aboard the Negotiator, unsure of how he would explain the situation to the Council. He hadn't yet informed them about his connection with Vader, which meant he now had to come up with a plausible excuse for losing the holocron.

It took a moment for the council to gather for the call, but once they were ready, Mace directed his attention towards Obi-Wan. "Did you find out what the movement on Yavin was?"

"Yes and no," he replied. "Upon my arrival, I easily disposed of the few droids I encountered. However, I sensed Lady Vader's presence nearby. As I ventured into the temple that the droids were guarding, I inadvertently fell into a trap."

"A trap?" Mace arched a brow. "What kind of trap?"

"It appeared to be an ancient curse, a labyrinth of tunnels guarded by powerful Sith magic," Obi-Wan explained. "Fortunately, it seemed that Vader wasn't in a murderous mood when I stumbled upon her, as she was trapped as well."

"And she freed you?" Plo Koon questioned, sounding curious.

"Not intentionally, but once the curse was broken, we both regained our freedom," Obi-Wan explained. "And after that, we stumbled upon a room that housed a Sith holocron. I fought her for it, but she managed to get the upper hand and escape with it."

"She bested you in combat," Qui-Gon remarked. "That's interesting." Though it may have gone unnoticed by others, Obi-Wan could sense surprise and disappointment in his former Master's words. That stung.

"Were there any clues what information the holocron might have possessed?" Mace pressed.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I can't say. The room itself bore interesting glyphs and murals, but there was nothing in particular that would reveal the significance of the holocron."

"In that case, we find ourselves at the mercy of this Sith," Mundi remarked, eliciting murmurs from a few others.

"Wait and see, we will," Yoda stated sagely. "What she does with its knowledge."

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, then spoke once more. "I'll upload the images I documented. Hopefully Master Nu can determine if there is any merit to them."

They exchanged a few more words before the call ended. Obi-Wan let out a heavy sigh, already feeling guilty for withholding what he knew from the others; that Sidious was now in possession of an unknown Sith holocron with Force knows what contained inside.

"Sir?" Cody questioned, drawing him from his thoughts.

"It's nothing," Obi-Wan said and straightened up.

"Of course, but, General, if I may ask, are there certain details you're withholding from the rest of the Council?" 

He spared a glance at his commander, brows drawing together as he contemplated his options. Cody had been present for most of Obi-Wan's outwardly one-sided conversations with Vader. Though he never commented on them, Obi-Wan had a feeling the clone knew more than he had ever let on.

"You don't want them to know about the Sith?" Cody continued. "You can talk to her…right? Using your Jedi osik, er, abilities."

Obi-Wan snorted at the slipup before gesturing for the clone to follow him. "Let's walk, Cody."

The pair left the communications room behind, Obi-Wan walking alongside his commander, their footsteps echoing in the relatively quiet corridors of the Negotiator.

He knew he could trust the man and confide in him about his connection with Vader. After all, Cody had been by his side throughout so much of the war's horrors, and his loyalty had been nothing short of unwavering.

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Cody," he began, his voice steady despite the hint of weariness creeping in, "there's something I need to tell you. Something that I haven't shared with anyone outside my closest circle of friends, not even the Council."

Cody looked at him, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "What is it, General?"

Obi-Wan paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I have a connection with Lady Vader. A Force bond, unlike any I have ever come across before. We've been communicating for some time now, as I'm sure you are aware."

He spared a glance at the clone, who looked momentarily sheepish.

"Sir, I—"

"There's nothing that needs to be said, I assure you," he interjected before continuing. "Initially, I had hoped that this connection would fade. However, it has done just the opposite. It has grown stronger, more intense, and unnaturally so. I have been researching ways to sever it, but I have found nothing yet. And after witnessing the power Vader displayed today, manipulating our bond to rip that holocron through the very fabric of space itself, well…it has left me rather uncertain of how to proceed."

"Meaning, you don't know if you should tell the others?"

Again, Obi-Wan hesitated. "There are some members of the Council that already perceive my membership as unwarranted. If possible, I would rather avoid involving them and exacerbating that perception."

Obi-Wan knew fully that it was a terribly selfish act, but despite that, he didn't want to appear as a liability to the Order.

There was a small flair of indignation from Cody that radiated through the Force, obviously on Obi-Wan's behalf, but the commander kept his composure. "But sir, what about the holocron? Shouldn't we be worried about what Lady Vader might do with it?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "Though I fear the holocron could contain dangerous knowledge, knowledge that could, of course, be used against us, Lady Vader is giving it to her master. Sidious." There was more surprise from Cody at that, but he didn't comment. "And, as I've yet to divulge that I know Sidious is her master, as far as the Council knows, she is just a rogue agent."

"So this is more dangerous than they think," Cody concluded, his expression serious. "So, what do we do, General?"

The Jedi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing at the moment. It's more of a waiting game to see what happens. And until then, we will continue with our current mission, and I will continue my research."

"Right," Cody's brow furrowed. "Well…I'll do whatever it takes to help, sir. Whether it's keeping this secret, or anything else."

Obi-Wan smiled gratefully at his commander. "Thank you, Cody. Your support means a great deal to me."

Though faint, Cody returned the smile, and they carried on together to the bridge.

~~~~~

To his relief, the Yavin incident seemed to have no consequences, at least not directly. Moreover, the campaign on Ryloth ended earlier than expected, allowing Obi-Wan to return to Coruscant for a much-needed respite from the ongoing war.

While he would appreciate some downtime, he most eagerly anticipated a face-to-face conversation with Quinlan.

His wish was granted sooner than expected, as his friend sought him out on the second day of his leave, shortly after a meditation session in the fountain hall.

"Obes Kenobi!" Quinlan greeted boisterously, pulling Obi-Wan into a warm and lingering embrace. They hadn't laid eyes on each other for months, each fully absorbed in their respective missions within the war.

They eventually pulled apart, both smiling almost foolishly at each other. "It's good to see you as well, Quin."

"Did you just get back?" Obi-Wan questioned, and Quin nodded.

"Yeah. And I'll only be here for a few days," he replied, before giving a tired chuckle. "The job of a shadow is never done."

Obi-Wan let out a small sigh, acknowledging the shared reality of their lives. Neither of them needed to say it — the draining nature of the war and the lack of time to breathe between battles and missions were clear. "Yes, I'm headed back out by the start of the next rotation," he supplied. 

Setting aside those thoughts, they began catching up, sharing stories of their recent battles and journeys. However, as their pleasantries drew to a close, a tension settled between them, making it hard to ignore the bantha in the room.

Lowering his voice, Obi-Wan broached the topic. "Were you able to find anything?"

Quinlan offered a sad smile and shook his head. "Nothing. I looked through everything I could find, researched every detail in the archives on bonds, and nothing mentions a bond as powerful as the one you have with that Sith."

Obi-Wan sighed once more, his fears confirmed. "Yes, somehow I knew that would be your answer."

"Sorry, Obes."

"It's fine. You did what you could," he said, straightening himself and getting to his feet. "I will need to bring this to the Council's attention."

Quinlan arched a brow. "How do you think they'll take it?"

"I'm not entirely certain," he responded with a frown. "But I'll most likely be taken to a mind healer in an attempt to sever the bond. To be honest, I've been dreading that. I highly doubt this bond will be easily broken. If it even can be…"

"You'll probably be under surveillance, too, to make sure the Sith doesn't try anything."

"I suppose that's for the best," Obi-Wan concurred. "Especially after the whole holocron fiasco."

"Fiasco?" Quinlan questioned.

Obi-Wan gave a small, dismissive wave. "I'll explain later."

"Right," Quinlan drawled, getting to his feet as well. He clapped his hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, offering a small, comforting smile. "Want me to walk with you?"

Obi-Wan returned the smile. "That would be appreciated," he replied, and the pair headed off toward the Council room.