The Apprentice || Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 24: I Have a Plan

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(Y/n)'s POV
As soon as I boarded the ship, my Master began his thorough examination of me. He brushed my hair aside to check my face, checked my neck for any signs of markings, and squeezed my arms gently to see if I would flinch. Just as he was about to inspect my wrists, I interrupted him, "Master, I'm fine." I chuckled softly while gently pushing his hands away. Our eyes locked, and I could see concern in his gaze as he noticed the bruises on my wrists. For a brief moment, it felt like I was back in the med-wing, undergoing another physical.

He hummed thoughtfully as he stepped back and instructed the clones to take us back to the temple. "I have the right to care for your well-being," he stated.

"That's true," I replied, walking over to him with a slow, confident stride until I stood beside him. He resembled the captain of the ship, hands clasped behind his back, staring out the glass windows. "But you're being a bit over the top. I'm bound to get a few cuts and bruises; it's inevitable."

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, his mask giving him a slightly intimidating look. "Consider my perspective for a moment," he said in a muffled tone. "I brought you into this life of mine, so every bruise, cut, scrape, or broken bone you sustain is my responsibility. I won't tolerate it; I will mend even the smallest scratch." With a swift motion, he turned to me and grasped my wrists in his hands. In an instant, a yellow light appeared and the bruises vanished.

He let go of me, and I examined the spot where he had held me. This wasn't the first time he had done something like this, yet it still surprised me. "Has anyone ever mentioned that you might be a little high maintenance?" I asked, glancing up at him as I let my arms fall to my sides.

He shrugged casually. "A few times. They're dead now—floating in space somewhere."

"Oh," I replied, following his gaze to the swirling blue lights of hyperspace. "Well, you are definitely very high maintenance." I let out a soft sigh.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him slowly turning his head to shoot me a glare.

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Vader's POV
I found myself back in that same miserable cell once again. It was only a dream, but more accurately, a nightmare from which I couldn't escape.

I had experienced it so frequently that it had become intertwined with my very existence—a routine. Normally, I would pound on the glass and scream for freedom, but I had long since given up, resigning myself to the fact that sleep meant being trapped here.

This was my punishment for the horrific act I committed—taking lives and disrupting the delicate peace of the order. It struck me as absurd, considering my actions were a reaction to their cruel way of life—but I can't exactly expect the force to forgive me for taking everyone away.

So, I leaned against the wall, waiting for the moment I would finally wake up.

Then, something unexpected happened. I heard footsteps echoing outside my confinement, and my eyes shot to the glass—Obi-Wan was there. In the many times I've had this exact dream, he has never appeared. I have always been alone.

He looked at me with a fierce expression, and I met his gaze. "Not much fun in there, is it?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

I rose slowly, bitterness tinging my words. "You forget, Master, I was here long before you ever were."

He nodded, surveying the space as if he were inspecting a cage. "I'm coming for her, you know." He met my eyes, "I want you to hold her lifeless body in your arms. I want to see your heart break when I take the life of the woman you love."