Warning for language and rape mention/referencing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars but I own Gaia.

There was someone in her mind and Gaia had a pretty good idea about who it was.

But rather than say in, she should clarify and say connected to, because she wasn't getting thoughts from the boy, au contraire, she got emotions.

Which honestly was probably worse seeing as how those phantom sensations almost got her in trouble countless amounts of times due to their intensity and inopportune timing. It was only by her own awareness, careful consideration, and immersion in the force that enabled her to keep her wits about her.

Anakin's anger was potent and frequent, which clearly meant that the little blond brat needed a goddamn hug and positive reinforcement.

Luckily she was more than willing to do so because she knew keeping him happy was going to keep her happy - not to mention she had such a soft spot for the plight of Darth Vader.

She knew in that prophetic way that she did, that their bond had been formed because of the vision she - and he - had seen. The force had bulged between them, it had inflated and gorged itself on whatever power the two of them had and it left tied them together. Gaia to this moment could still feel the raw sensation of approval that the force had thrown at her and for not the first time, the white-haired girl wondered at how conscious and alive that mythical power source actually was.

Gaia was only lucky that she was level headed and rational enough to sort through Anakin's emotional turmoil because if she wasn't then she just might have exploded. Eventually, she wanted to be able to take away the boy's negative emotions and let them go into the force but sadly that wasn't something she could do yet. Nor did she trust herself to take in his anger because she couldn't afford to throw fits or adopt a venomous attitude, especially since her entire life here depended on her being genial.

And so her only other option was to give him some of her emotions and hope that the boy calmed down. Gaia didn't exactly know how to share feelings outside of just talking about them to another person but necessity always provided a way. Like for example when Gaia had been about to fall asleep and Anakin had essentially erupted into a fit of violent fury, she knew she had to something to calm him down or she was fucked.

Glancing over to the monitoring droid to the left of her, Gaia knew she had a limited amount of time before the robot would react to her being awake. Which meant she had a limited amount of time to deal with her little blond ball of rage.

Gaia wasn't sure if Anakin being so connected to the force was making his emotional output so strong but there was something definitely preternatural about how intensely he felt. Struggling against the red haze that was slowly leaking into her veins, Gaia stifled a gasp and as quickly as she could, tried to conjure up a sentiment that was the opposite of anger.

Due to her status as a reincarnate, she possessed all kinds of memories from her old life and many of them were a cause for joy and with a prayer, Gaia grabbed hold of the affections that dripped off of her old recollections, thrusted them to the forefront of her mind, and hoped that Anakin picked up on it.

And sure enough, the boy did.

Gasping underneath her covers, Gaia felt as if someone had sucked all of the air out of her lungs through her mouth with a kiss and distantly she wondered if this was how it felt to be subjected to a dementor.

Groaning as she could literally feel her emotions being snatched from her body, Gaia felt her knees tremble and her vision blackened. It was as if something had reached into the deepest part of herself and was drawing out her very essence. It was intimate and invasive and wrongwrongwrong - but at the same time, there was a sort of pleasure to be taken from the experience. It was a closeness - a sort of otherness - that made her feel so very not alone that there were tears welling up in her eyes and God! It was comforting and foreign all at the same time.

Needless to say the stress of the situation caused her to pass out, but nevertheless after that experience thinking about Anakin seem to occupy all of her.

...Not to say that it didn't already.

Sometimes Gaia wished that what she saw in her mind wasn't so accurate.

Sometimes she wished that what she saw didn't stick with her all hours of the day but it did and god could only count how many hours she spent crying her eyes out at night because of it.

Because to look at the young, pretty twi'lek girl and know that later that night she was going to be forced into committing sexual acts of a horrendous nature was more than she could handle, and Gaia had started crying straight away in the middle of the marketplace. She was only lucky that another member of Dawa's entourage had caught sight of her and shushed her up before the Hutt could see her expulsion of emotion. But nevertheless even if the Hutt hadn't caught it, the boy at the other end of the tether that was latched onto her mind did, and after a moment she felt a tendril of confusion brush up against her spine.

Gingerly Gaia dug deep into herself and gave Anakin's psyche a squeeze of reassurance, to which the boy eagerly took to like to fish to water and when he withdrew from her mind, she was left to stew in her thoughts.

Gaia saw too many things telling of abuse and no ways to stop it from happening. Her visions offered pathways, the viable option, and not the correct one a person should take to receive the best outcome, and Gaia lamented.

At certain times of the night, she couldn't even stomach sleeping knowing what she had essentially allowed to happen to those slaves she saw in her day to day. And though she knew that there was nothing she could do without her actions resulting destruction, that didn't stop her from blaming herself nor did it stop the dreams.

Dear god the dreams.

She just wished that she didn't have to deal with any of this. She was too young, she was too compassionate, and she was too powerful to have to deal with these kinds of situations. And with her being young, compassionate, and powerful, Gaia would be prone to making a mistake that would take away her chance at freedom.

And there was no way that could ever be allowed to happen.

Parts of her whispered that she should just ignore it, that it didn't involve her and that she should butt out before she gets hurt. But another part of her said that she should help and if she didn't then she was no better than the people committing the acts.

And if Gaia was being honest, she didn't know which part of herself she should listen to but the former had her survival at heart and she didn't want her bleeding heart to be the death of her.

Ergo was why she decided to mind her own business.

Or so she tried until she realized that in some cases, acting the hero wasn't the death sentence she thought it was, but that it was the start of a following.

Afterall everyone loved a good protagonist.

Naturally it had all started because her and others like her, were slaves and if one were a slave people assumed that they could do whatever they wanted to them. And that was true because they could do whatever they wanted - within reason of course.

And their definition of those parameters was everything short of murder, as long as they were breathing and capable of doing their duties the next day then whatever happened was fine.

Unspoken rules like that were why even the slaves like her - the ones owned exclusively by Dawa - were terrified of any social gathering because people took liberties.

Horrifying, atrocities, and scarring liberties.

And there was a human girl, she wasn't pretty or ugly she just was and there was a man - a man with a sneer that made a cold type of fear snuggle against her spine and Gaia saw.

Gaia saw and she wouldn't dare repeat what future she had bared witness to because there were some things that weren't supposed to be rehashed.

Swallowing against the sharp tang of bile climbing up her throat, she resisted the urge to wipe away the cold sweat gathering under her brow and she breathed.

The man would take the girl from the room and no one would pay them any mind, and Gaia would go to bed in tears because her guilt always tried to eat her alive.

She hated that about herself, truly she did.

Taking a deep breath, she for a second, entertained the thought of taking off after them and suddenly she was sucked into her mind.

And she saw - possibilities.

And this - this was something that had never happened to her before. Gaia had never once been shown more than one future at a time for any given scenario.

Usually her visions were straightforward, giving her just one outcome but now - now she had options.

Now she just had to make the right choices in order to get the future she desired.

In one future, she followed but was caught before she could interfere - the girl killed herself afterward.

In another, she followed and ended up getting lost but arrived to see the aftermath of the attack - the girl lived if only because she was purchased by her rapist, which in itself was a death sentence.

And in the last - not really because the decisions were near infinite but these were the most likely to occur - Gaia had done what was needed to save the girl.

She had arrived just in the nick of time and if the other slaves had started to like her better because of it, then that was just an added perk.

Steeling herself, Gaia moved towards the door as quickly and as quietly as she could. If she was going to pull off some heroics then she needed to be precise, one wrong move could fuck it all up.

Guys, it's been so long omg. But I finally updated. I love this story so much so I'm not going to abandon it.

Tell me what you guys think so far, like about Gaia's ability, her bond with Anakin, do you think she's gonna succeed in saving that girl etc etc.

Edit: 2/20/17