Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader)

Part 11

(Y/N) seemed peaceful, or at least Anakin believed she was. The bunk she was placed on was anything but comfortable, but at least she wouldn't wake up to the Jedi Temple's coldness or the med bay's clinical fears. For a moment or two, Anakin let his thoughts wander to the war raging around the pair, his wife fighting for the people of the republic to be heard, the council and their many secrets, and the past with the woman before him. He could sense her conflict. The same conflict he had struggled with and the same one he sensed Ahsoka had faced at least once since meeting Lux Bonteri.

"I know what bothers you," worded Anakin. Although his focus was on (Y/N), his words were meant for his young padawan. "You're worried about Bonteri doing something else stupid after the Death Watching fiasco," added the Chosen One, turning his attention to the Togruta, one he'd come to view as a younger sibling and care for as such.

"How did you know?" asked Ahsoka, not bothering to hide her shock. She'd thought she'd hidden her dwelling thoughts well enough. Only to find out they were loud enough for her master to hear them.

"(Y/N)," replied Anakin, remembering when their friendship had begun to grow. They bonded over the massive change and the feeling of loss, bonded over feeling out of place among a sea of warriors. "I lost count of how many times she almost throttled me growing up. Especially when I went street racing, and she had to cover for me," he chuckled as he recalled her always getting even in lightsaber training. Ending their short-lived battles quickly and often changing tactics when he believed he had finally gained the upper hand.

"How long has she had the visions?" asked Ahsoka cautiously. She knew many in the order had visions in some form or another. Anakin did, too, primarily as a dream of his loved ones. The ones revolving around his late mother still haunted him, even when he didn't voice it. He still held anger over the inability to save her even when the force practically screamed at him he could.

"They started just after she was incorporated into the Order," responded Anakin, recalling the incident in question. The council ignored when she went missing and when several, including himself, told them something was wrong. Only when Chancellor Palpatine visited as part of his first tour in office was something done about her sudden and abrupt disappearance. Even then, it was almost seven months before (Y/N) was returned to the Jedi; Jango Fett had refused to return her until the culprit had been sufficiently punished. "After she was tortured," he admitted, as he once again found himself questioning how (Y/N) managed to be civil with the people who allowed it to happen and welcomed the person responsible back with open arms as if nothing had happened.

"Jango Fett?" asked Ahsoka, spite dripping through her voice as she assumed the Mandalorian Bounty Hunter had been responsible for the pain and torture.

"Jango saved her, kept her safe and hidden, I assume, on Kamino. He's part of the reason she knows so much about the underworld," worded Anakin, correcting the wrong assumption of his Padawan, although he'd admit he would've thought as she did if he didn't know any better. "The person who hurt her was a Jedi, a council member; it's why she doesn't trust most of them."

"A Jedi," repeated Ahsoka, her words uneasy as if the foundations of her trust in them had been shaken. Ever since the war started, she had begun to see her very kin in a different light. The people had, too. Many times had she seen where the civilians were coming from, especially those of distant worlds who didn't see a difference between the Republic and Separatists; both sides brought war, destruction, and suffering wherever they went. To many, both sides were just as corrupt as the other. Slowly, she realized the Jedi were not the heroes she'd once believed them to be; they weren't the peacekeepers they had been centuries ago.

"Easy," soothed Anakin when (Y/N) woke with a jump. Quickly, she surveyed her surroundings. No longer was she in the lower levels of the city, nor her previous hideout. Thankfully, she wasn't in a medical bay or her old chambers in the Jedi Temple. "You're at the military base. Your boys and Commander Wolffe are next door," placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her racing heart, offering the rarely given comfort that was considered forbidden by the Jedi, among a list of other things.