The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 46 - I Can't Live Without Her

*TW - Graphic depictions of injuries*

Obi-Wan's POV:

The first two sounds we hear after the explosion are the blaring repetition of the building's fire and security alarms— which are somehow still so deafening despite the ringing assault to our ears from the detonation— as if we couldn't already see or feel what had just occurred.

Blackish grey smoky clouds infect the air, filling our lungs. I try hard not to inhale too much of it, but I fail, causing me to sputter and cough frantically to get the soot out of my system.

Under the thick vail of ash, I regather my bearings— my eyes desperately searching for my loved ones— Satine and my two sons. I soon discover her and Korkie wrapped in each other's arms and I join them in an embrace, asking with a slight stutter to my voice if they are alright. They nod their heads, making me feel slightly more at ease before I begin my search for Anakin.

I find him soon after with terror in his eyes as he runs towards the heart of the explosion— with rubble falling from the ceiling, flames ablaze, and barely any visibility from the ash— but he does so without a second thought of hesitation.

It doesn't take a genius to know what he's searching for.

Y/N.

"Anakin!" I call after him even though I know it's pointless to try to stop him. His safety is the least of his priorities right now.

And despite my better judgment, I follow after him, not wanting him to be alone right now and wanting to help him find his beloved wife and my good friend.

I sprint towards the site of the blast, ignoring the rattle, rock, and sway of the now compromised building structure.

I'm five feet behind him when he finds her, only her non-moving limbs visible below the large pieces of the fallen architecture. Crushed underneath, trapped below tons of concrete, her lifeless body lies. I reach out into the Force, trying to find her signature, but I can't feel anything...

The Force around her is no longer a bountiful and undeniable brightness, instead replaced by emptiness— an unsettling hollowness that creates a chill throughout my bones.

I know then that the worst has happened. Y/N— A powerful Jedi Knight to the Order, a skilled War General for the Grand Army of the Republic, Anakin's beloved wife, and one of my dearest friends— is dead.

Anakin's signature is an eruption of emotions greater than the explosion itself. His body looks ready to convulse. He immediately falls to his knees with a tremble, screaming out her name in the most gut-wrenching harrowing voice that vibrates off the walls as he frantically tries to pull the rubble off of her.

He uses the force to rip the weight off above her, tossing it across the room as if it were nothing. He's panting, sweating, and shaking.

All I can feel is his pain, so so much pain...

"Anakin" I try to call out for him. He doesn't reply, not stopping his desperate attempt to get to her.

"Anakin." I call out again.

"Call an ambulance!" He snaps at me. "What are you waiting for?"

"Anakin... she's—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Obi-Wan." His gaze is menacing, and his tone is almost murderous. "You aren't a doctor, so call the force damned ambulance right fucking now!"

"I'll call them..." Satine suddenly speaks out from behind us both.

I told her not to follow me. "Satine, I told you to stay back. It isn't safe here. You need to go."