𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 || Anakin Skywalker

𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵: 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.

Vader's pov

After a long, gruesome, tiring week we had finally destroyed the new bases we found. I knew there were more out there, this is a large galaxy, but I was just glad to be done with it for now.

I could go back to the Death Star, I could sleep in my own bed, I could wrap Sersi up in my arms for days without having to worry about anything at all. She was all I could think about right now. She's the only person I wanted to see.

But of course, I had to see Tarkin first. I hated him. I hated how much of a kiss ass he was to Palpatine, how he thinks he is better than me. He reminds me of Mace Windu, and I would love nothing more than to kill Tarkin the same way as I killed him. But if I did, I would get the beating of my life. Palpatine would surly kill me this time if anything happened to his most doting pupil.

As I stood here, listening to him blab on about whatever it is he was talking about I focused on Sersi. She was getting up, she was getting ready for her day. She was thinking about me, and how excited she was to finally see me and tell me how much she missed me. I wanted to smile as I listened to her thoughts, but I couldn't because of where I was.

Someone shut this man up so I can leave.

As I continued focusing on Sersi, the sunshine she was, all of it disappeared. The feeling of her was just gone. What was once warmth, was now cold and dark. My brows furrowed in confusion, making me turn and leave. I could hear Tarkin yelling after me, but I didn't give a shit about that.

I had to find Sersi, she could be hurt. Something could've happened to her and that's why I can't feel her. It instantly made my chest full with worry and panic and anger and all sorts of other emotions as thoughts swirled my brain of all of the things that could have happened to her. I was practically running through the halls as I made my way towards her room. People stared, but I didn't give a shit about the looks, I'd kill them later for it. Just as I turned down the empty hall way towards my office, I saw her.

I stopped in my tracks, watching her as she walked towards me. She was fine. She's alive, she's reading something and not paying attention to where she's going. I wanted to feel relief, but I couldn't quite yet. I can see her, but I still can't feel her. I stepped towards her, grabbing her arm and tugging her into my office.

"Excuse- Oh, it's you." She smiled when the door closed behind us.

"What did you do?"

I looked her over, she looked fine. Not a single scratch on her skin, nothing was broken either. The longer I couldn't feel her Force signature the longer I felt an aching feeling in my chest.

"What are you talking about?" She looked at me with a confused expression.

"What did you do? Did you hurt yourself? Did you drink something?" I placed my hands on her cheek and neck. She had a pulse, a calm and strong one at that.

"Anakin, stop it. I haven't done anything. What's the matter with you?" She took my hands off of her, holding them in her own instead.

I sighed, I needed to take another look over her. Just to be one hundred percent sure that she was physically okay. I noticed that she was wearing a new necklace, one I had never seen before. It looked familiar, but I don't know how that's possible.

"That necklace, take it off." I held out my hand for it.

"What? No. It was a gift." Her hand went to cover it.

"Please, just for a second." I nearly begged. She looked reluctant, but she slowly reached behind her neck and took it off.

As soon as it was off and placed on the desk beside her and not in my hand, an overwhelming flood of her surged through me. I finally sighed of relief. She was completely fine. Not a thing was wrong with her. My hands found their way to her waist as I pulled her close, my forehead resting against hers.