Prompt:
(Y/N) is pregnant, and she has to tell Kit Fisto, who is the father.
Requested by savannahester3
Part 1!
She/Her❥
2nd POV
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Count Dooku was dead, murdered by Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, alongside General Grievous, who was taken out by Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. It only seemed that the war was over. Being in a Council Seat with your husband, Kit Fisto, just made everything more sweet. After Young Skywalker's victory, you all were contemplating on giving him the Rank of Master. Kit, Plo-Koon and yourself agreed with this idea, but Master Yoda, Master Kenobi and Master Windu were more reluctant to give Skywalker the position,
"He's shown great growth these last years in the war," Master Plo commented while waving his arm around in thought, "When I claimed my Master rank, I did less than what he's done."
Master Yoda shook his head, "Much anger, he has. Trust him, we should not."
You looked over at Master Obi-Wan, who nodded in agreement. Not even Anakin's Master trusted him with the rank. That broke your heart for the younger man, but that was their opinion, and it was almost time for you to state yours,
"I say we test him," you suggested while looking over to your husband, "Master Fisto and I have been looking into who this Dark Lord may be, and we've collected some of the puzzle pieces. If Skywalker can find the rest and arrest this madman, perhaps we give him the rank of Master?"
Fisto smiled at you, "I agree. Master (L/N) and I have tracked him down to be a part of the Senate. We aren't sure who though, because of the sheer amount of individuals in the Senate."
"I for one like this plan," Obi-Wan nodded, stroking his beard in agreement, "I'll talk to Anakin and set him on this path. Until then, you two keep finding out more information about this Sith Lord."
"Agree with this idea, I do," Yoda hums while scanning all the Council members in the room, "Go to Anakin, you will. Dismissed."
All of the council members, at the sound of Yoda's dismissal, stood up and began mingling at the idea that you had conjured up. Master Fisto sought you out, and made a beeline towards you, "You did well. I hope this works out for young Skywalker."
"Me as well," you tried to form a smile, but you would have lied if you said that was easy. You had an underlying anxiety that needed to be addressed, "Kit, can I speak with you. Alone?"
His eyebrows rose in confusion, but nodded, "Yeah, of course," and followed you swiftly out of the room. The thoughts going through his head wracked him with a bit of anxiety, but he knew the two of you were adults and could handle whatever was thrown at you.
Once the two of you were out of prying eyes and ears, he cocked his head to the side and grabbed your hand; intertwining it with his, "What's the problem, my love? I can sense you're troubled."
You squeezed his hand in comfort, sighing deeply. The thoughts that manifested your melancholy mind just worried you so much. There was a reason the Jedi aren't supposed to form attachments. Reasons like this made you understand why you and Kit should've kept distance,
"Kit, I understand if you'll leave me after this news," you stifled out, even though it hurt like hell to say, "But I'm pregnant. Obviously it's yours, and I know the Council will find out sooner or later, so if you want to save your seat, I completely understand."
The Nautolan didn't respond. The only movement that he gave to show that he even heard you, was the grip on your hand tightening. That was comforting to the fact that you wouldn't have to raise this child alone, if indeed it was a good squeeze,
"(Y/N) (L/N). I never thought I'd have to say this, but nothing could ever pull me away from you," he sternly said, his face as still as rocks, "This baby will not be an issue. I'm sure we could make some excuse when it comes of age, and we could train it in the temple. It would be like nothing changed, yet something has, and it will be beautiful."
Tears brimmed your eyes at Kit's unexpected reply. He would risk anything for you, even his hard-earned Council position! You didn't have that option, and even though he did, he wasn't going to leave you,
"Kit, you have no idea how much this truly means to me, just to have your support in all of this," you whispered while pulling your husband into a hug; the familiar feeling of his arms wrapping around you filling you with peace and security.
Little did you know that would be the last time you'd see him.
You separated from the hug that meant much more than words, because you both sensed the presence of Master Mace Windu walking down the halls. Luckily, you two knew what to do in this circumstance, and as cool and collected Jedi with no association do, you both turned the corner and began walking, which happened to be in the same direction as Master Windu,
"Master Fisto!" Master Windu called out while racing towards the two of us, "It's remarkable really, but Master Kenobi gave Skywalker his assignment, and Anakin has done it."
Kit's eyes squinted, but he soon calculated in his brain what was being said, "You mean? Skywalker found who the Dark Lord is? Already?"
Master Windu nodded while brushing his robes, "Master Yoda has instructed that you, Master Kolar, Master Tiin and I go arrest him immediately. Would you believe it, the Dark Lord is the Chancellor."
"Oh bitter irony," you stifled out, earning a nod from your superior, "What about me? I can come too, Masters!"
Mace Windu and Kit Fisto both shook their heads at the same time, "We appreciate your offer, Master (L/N), but your apprentice needs you now. Go and train her until we com you back," Kit eyed you, which basically just said, 'keep that baby safe, and if you get hurt, I don't know what I'll do with myself.'
You bowed accordingly, and headed to the Apprentice quarters without another word. You knew it wasn't your place to argue with them, despite all of you being equals, but with Kit being so overprotective like that... it just aggravated the hell out of you,
"Master? You alright?" a voice from behind you asked, startling you.
You spun around on your heel, showing a smile to your apprentice, a young girl named Millie Haas, "Yeah, I'm alright. I was actually looking for you, young one," you smiled, motioning for her to follow.
"More training already?" she huffed, snatching her lightsaber up in her hand, "It seems like that's all we do lately. When was the last time we actually went into combat?"
You rolled your eyes at the eagerness of your apprentice, not slowing down your pace, "My apprentice, you must realize that the path of the Jedi is not combat, but becoming an equal with the force, and gaining the knowledge before you can just march into battle. I know we've been successful when needed, but as Jedi, we need to be smarter and stronger."
"I know you're right, Master," Millie nodded in agreement as you both entered the training room, "I'm just sort of jealous of my friends. They get much more action than I do."
"Your time will come, young one. Now, let's spar," you knew what she meant. When you were under the leadership of Master Sifo-Dyas, he never let you know of his plan to make a Clone army. He always stuck to Count Dooku's side, which at the time, the Count was a Jedi. Sifo-Dyas should've seen through his mask, but unluckily, the Count got the upper hand and murdered your Master right in front of you. That's why you've always been suspicious of Clones. Who knows what the Count did to them.
Millie unsheathed her blue lightsaber and smiled, "Come on, Master! You haven't gone all deaf on me, right?" she smirked at your daze, which you quickly snapped out of.
You shook your head and unsheathed your (F/C) blade, "Of course not, Millie. Now, take your best shot!"
"Promise not to go easy on me this time, Master? I'm getting better, I'm sure of it!" she confidently spoke while taking a step forward to even out her footing.
Grinning, you took this opportunity as a teaching moment, and a time to strike. You launched yourself into the air; jumping behind your confident Apprentice, and tripped her with your extended leg. Just as you were about to end this easy fight, an awful, gut wrenching feeling overtook you,
"N-No!" you gasped, your lightsaber tumbling out of your hand; Millie dodging to the side as it impaled the ground where she was previously laying, "NO!"
Millie immediately sheathed her blade and stood beside you; a concerned look on her face, "What's going on, Master?" she asked; alarm written all over her face.
"You wanted action?" you swallowed hard, "Something bad has happened, and you're about to get all the action you've ever bargained for."
Millie just stared at you in confusion, but at the same time she knew you weren't kidding, "What do we do?"
You couldn't reply. All you could afford to do was meditate. Try to reach out and feel his presence. Just feel the life force of your husband, and make sure he's okay. Of course he's okay, right? He's more than capable on taking a Sith Lord, especially with Master Windu, Tiin and Kolar with him.
You knew deep down inside that the hug you two shared would be your last. You knew, despite reaching out for his heartbeat through the force, you knew you'd not find one. Kit Fisto was dead, and the Chancellor was responsible,
"I think Master Fisto is dead," you choked out, looking at your apprentice with a dead look in your eyes, "Master Tiin, Kolar and Windu too."
She gasped sharply and covered her mouth, "What does this mean, Master?"
You grabbed her hand and focused away all your personal feelings, all your pain and suffering. Right now, it was time to be the Jedi Master that you were trained to be. This apprentice's life is in your hands now more than ever,
"Please try to contact Master Kenobi. I am going to gather as many Younglings as possible. Keep your blade in your hand at all times. Millie, that is very important!" you shouted out, feeling an overwhelming confidence in you. Almost like Kit's spirit was with you through the force.
Your apprentice nodded and swallowed nervously, "You're coming back, right?" she wobbled, her beautiful hilt making its way into her hand, "I know I was overconfident, but I need you, Master."
"Of course I'll be back, young one," you whispered, still trying to stifle back tears; unable to yet register the idea of losing the love of your life, "Many lives are still in danger. Remember, the Chancellor isn't to be trusted. He's the Sith we've been looking for."
And with that, the two of you split off on your own missions; Millie desperately attempting to contact any nearby Jedi, and you, determined to find anyone who could defend themselves against a Sith powerful enough to take out four members of the Jedi Council by themselves.
Then, you saw Anakin Skywalker, and an army of Clones behind him,
"Master Skywalker!" you called out, "Thank the force! The Chancellor killed Master Windu, Tiin, Kolar and... and Master Fisto. We need your help."
Through the shadows, you noticed something sinisterly different about the sweet little boy you once knew. Anakin had an evil about him, and it activated your fight or flight mode, and fortunately for you, you fled. You normally would've fought, but something in your conscience told you to run, and it was for the good of things.
The Clone Troopers opened fire on you, which caused you to narrowly escape death. Millie!!
Escaping the blaster bolts and lightsaber gashes of Skywalker, you found your apprentice still attempting to contact Obi-Wan Kenobi,
"Forget it, Millie!" you hissed, grabbing her arm and racing towards the flight pad, "We need to get out of here. Anakin is with the Chancellor!"
Without complaining, Millie followed; both your lightsabers waving in synch as Clones ran into you. Luckily, a ship was docked, and you both got out safely.
"It's lucky that you sensed Master Fisto's death," Millie sighed while piloting our ship out of orbit and into hiding.
Rubbing your stomach, you sighed, "Millie, I don't think he's truly gone. Not really at least."
March 23rd, 2020
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