Trigger Warnings: Attempted suicide & suicidal thoughts

The galaxy stopped.

She had failed.

She turned to look at Cody, paralyzed with fear.

He had his blaster aimed at her.

She gripped her lightsaber so tight her knuckles became white, and began to run as fast as she could, even just for the chance or time to make an escape plan.

Cody ordered a missile to be shot at Obi-Wan, Grim stopped running as she watched her Master tumble down into the sinkhole.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't, now all the clones' eyes were on her, and she was the Jedi they targeted.

She ran.

She ran.

And she ran as fast as she could.

With no direction in her mind.

All she knew was she had to get away from the clones.

Blaster fire rained down around her.

Not the color of the enemy but still her enemy nonetheless.

A bolt hit.

Her shoulder burned.

She screamed.

Grim dropped her lightsaber and clutched her shoulder as tears built up in her eyes, her shoulder searing.

She fell to her knees on the ground as she cried.

She had to keep going.

She moved her hand, there was blood on her hand from her wound.

She had to keep going.

She picked up her lightsaber again and ran.

She ran despite the searing pain in her shoulder.

She ran despite the knowledge that she had failed.

She couldn't think, all she knew was that she had to survive.

She deflected blaster bolts left and right, hoping she didn't hit any of her brothers.

She knew they were trying to kill her, but she still saw them as her family.

She ran.

And she ran.

And she stopped.

And she turned.

She was surrounded.

In front of her were the 212th, their blasters aimed at the ready.

Ready to kill her.

Behind her was the edge of the cliff and if she fell off that edge she would surely die.

There was no surviving, Grim could tell.

Even so she still had a choice.

No matter what happened she would die, however she could still choose how she died.

The choice wasn't hard.

Grim wasn't going to die the way a Sith had planned.

Grim wasn't going to die at the hands of the men she had fought beside for years.

Men that had grown to be brothers.

Grim made her choice.

"I'm sorry, Master," she whispered.

She deactivated her lightsaber and gave the clones a mock salute before leaning back and falling into the sinkhole below. She knew there was water at the bottom - and a part of her hoped that she would survive the same fall that Obi-Wan had.

Grim fell.

Grim fell for what felt like eternity.

This was it.

She was going to die.

She had failed everyone.

She had tried so hard, but maybe not enough, because now in the end it never even mattered.

Years of suffering and fighting, to protect everyone, to stop this from happening-

And she failed.

Now she would become just another casualty of Order 66.

It was ironic.

Since she arrived in this universe she made it her goal to stop this, and it was happening, and she would die.

Becoming just another victim of The Clone War, another victim of the revenge of the Sith.

As Grim fell she thought about the memories she had made.

Her life flashing before her eyes.

She had just met Obi-Wan for the first time.

Then she was standing in front of the Jedi Council as Master Yoda told her she was going to become a Jedi.

She was meeting Anakin and Ahsoka again.

Getting her kyber crystal.

Building her lightsaber.

She was training to be a Jedi.

She was fighting battles by Obi-Wan's side.

She was chatting and laughing with Ahsoka as she realized her own feelings may be more than those of friendship.

She was holding Ahsoka and kissing her for the first time.

She was saving people.

She was being a Jedi.

Now she was going to die with the rest of the Jedi.

Grim hit the water.

The coldness of it shot through her body, as if it was burning. She began to sink, falling down even further.

Water filled her nose, and she bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming or crying out.

The darkness lulled her to sleep.

To allow the lake to carry her to the ground.

The darkness whispered to her that the pain would end.

It told her to surrender.

She had failed. As the story had said.

She was dead. As was the tragedy.

The light called out to her over the darkness. There was so much more of the story left.

The story didn't have to end here. It reminded her.

She had failed. But a new hope would rise.

She wasn't going to die.

Grim swam upwards.

Reaching for the sun. For the light.

There were Jedi who survived. She would be one too.

She broke the surface, gasping for air.

She spotted a cave not too far from where she was and swam in its direction.

She reached it and pulled herself in.

Coughing, Grim crawled to a wall and leaned her head against it, hoping to catch her breath. She was about to close her eyes for a moment's rest when she heard her name.

"Grim!" called Obi-Wan, as he rushed over to his Padawan.

"Hey Master," she said weakly.

He crouched down to her level. He noticed her wounded shoulder. "You were shot." He sat down next to her, and opened a pouch on his belt.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Taking care of your wound," he replied.

Obi-Wan pulled out a bacta-patch from the pouch. Grim was going to protest but she looked at him and saw the tears shimmering in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, as tears of her own began to roll down her cheeks. "I failed you."

He applied the bacta-patch to her shoulder and then looked her in the eyes. "You didn't fail me, Grim. Whatever happened, it isn't your fault."

"You don't know," she realized quietly. "You don't know what this means. Don't you sense it? The lights are going out across the galaxy. Master, the Jedi are dying."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, and reached into the Force. Grim joined him.

Once the galaxy was filled with light. Countless stars stretched upon the sky. As the war went on some stars burned out, and now there were none left. Just endless nothingness, reaching on forever.

The two opened their eyes. She looked up, he was crying too now.

"I'm sorry," she repeated.

"It isn't your fault," he reminded her.

Their family was gone.

"We need an escape plan. We can't just wait here for the men to find us," said Grim. She slipped into the role of her warrior self. The role she should have never had to play, but had chosen to anyway.

"I agree. Do you happen to have any suggestions?" he asked her.

She thought about it for a moment. Stroking her chin thought in a manner much alike to how Obi-Wan would stroke his beard when he was in deep thought himself. Over the years it seemed Grim had picked up a great many of Obi-Wan's own habits.

"That ship Grievous was trying to escape in," she realized. "We could use it for our own escape."

"It's a one man ship," Obi-Wan pointed out.

"I'm small enough, we're both smart, we can figure it out," said Grim with a shrug. Then she winced remembering her injured shoulder.

"Are you sure? With your blaster wound-"

"I'll be fine," she insisted through gritted teeth.

"Very well then, but we'll have to be careful of the men."

"I know, Master."

They made their way to where Grievous's abandoned ship awaited them. Carefully sneaking past the clone troopers.

Grim's heart broke more and more every moment.

The only reason she wasn't crying at that instant was because it would give their position away.

As they reached the ship Grim collapsed a rock, cutting off any way for the clones to get to them. "That should buy us some time, in case we were spotted," she told Obi-Wan.

"Good thinking, little one," he told her.

The two of them got in the ship and flew out of the atmosphere of the planet.

In the small fighter tears wracked Grim as she shook with grief.

It had been hard to fit the two of them as it was a ship meant for one, but she had managed to squeeze herself just behind Obi-Wan's seat.

He was unable to offer her any more words of comfort.

She was completely shut off from him, all Obi-Wan could feel was the grief of his Padawan and the lights going out across the galaxy.

He didn't know what had happened - what was happening. Although he had the sinking feeling this was what Grim had spent so many years trying to prevent.

The death of the Jedi Order.

He turned on the ship's communication systems to contact help. "Emergency code nine-thirteen. I have no contact on any frequency."

A hologram of Senator Bail Organa flickered into view. The image flickered and glitched in. "-aster Kenobi," he said.

"Repeat."

"Master Kenobi," the senator greeted.

"Senator Organa. Our clone troops turned on us, we need help."

"It appears this ambush has happened everywhere, we're sending you our coordinates," he informed him before the call ended.

Obi-Wan heard as Grim quietly whispered, "you have no idea."

He frowned.

Just what was the full scale of this ambush? How many Jedi had been killed in the attack?

He knew his Padawan knew this - she had spent so long trying to prevent this from ever happening - and yet it had. He just wished she had said something about it.

Once the Jedi had arrived at the coordinates they exited the ship, Grim nearly stumbled out. Obi-Wan gently caught her, but she pulled away, unable to look into his eyes after having failed him.

"Grim-"

"Don't," was all she replied.

Yoda and Organa went over to the two of them. "Alive and well, good to see you it is," Yoda greeted them.

Grim shook her head as tears fell down her face. A sad broken laugh escaped her in the midst of all her grief. "Well?" she asked Yoda. "I certainly don't feel well. I feel like I should've died, like I have died."

"Grim..." Obi-Wan began.

"What?" she snapped, turning around to face him. Freely crying and allowing the tears to fall. She didn't care anymore. "You don't know how massive this is! None of you know! This was galaxy wide! The whole Order is gone! Can't either of you two feel it? For Force sake you're the only Masters on the Council who are still alive!"

Silence fell between everyone. The other two Jedi seemed to reach into the Force to confirm Grim's words. She only shook with the grief that had consumed her.

"I should've died with them," she whispered.

"No, Grim, it's good you're still alive," Obi-Wan told her.

"How? The story goes as I've known, there's nothing left for me to do."

"More to do, you still can. A life left to live, you have," Yoda told her.

Grim nodded slowly.

Bail looked at the young girl with concern, "we may not know each other well, Padawan Kennet, but I do know Master Kenobi and Master Yoda are right. It's a good thing you're still alive, you still have much more left for you. You're still young."

"I don't feel that way," she replied, mournfully.

"How many other Jedi managed to survive?" Obi-Wan asked the others.

"Heard from no one have we," Yoda replied.

"Few," replied Grim. "So very few," she added in a quieter voice.

"I saw thousands of troops attack the Jedi Temple, that's why I went looking for Yoda," Bail explained.

"Have we had any contact from the Temple?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Received a coded retreat message we have," answered Yoda.

"It requests all Jedi return to the Temple," explained Bail. "It says the war is over."

"As a trap to lead any survivors to their deaths. The Temple will be crawling with clone troopers to kill anyone who does come back upon receiving the message," concluded Grim. "We can't allow that, we must go back to make sure that does not happen."

"Suggest dismantling the coded signal do you?" Yoda asked her.

"Yes Master, far too many Jedi have died today. If there's even the slightest chance we can save lives - even if we can't change the ending - then we can't pass it up."

"Yes, there's far too much at stake," Obi-Wan agreed.

"I agree," replied Yoda. "And a little more knowledge might light our way."

Grim nodded, unable to say what pulled at her heart.

Yoda looked at her, "know what has happened you do." It wasn't a question. Both the Jedi Masters knew that she had seen all of this before. Yet she had never told them the full truth.

"Yes, but....am I ready to face it?"

"Willing to face it are you?"

She paused in thought. "To save lives? Absolutely," she said at last, her eyes burning with determination.

"We're receiving a message from the Chancellor's office," the pilot of the ship informed Bail, as they got closer to the city world.

"Put it through," Organa said.

The screen portrayed the image of Mas Amedda as he spoke. "Senator Organa, the Supreme Chancellor requests your presence in an emergency meeting at the senate."

"I will be there."

"He'll be expecting you."

As the message ended the senator turned to the three Jedi with him. "It could be a trap."

"I don't think so," Obi-Wan replied. "The chancellor will not be able to control hundreds of star systems without keeping the senate intact."

"Master Kenobi is right, Paplabi- the Chancellor can not keep his power without the senate," said Grim. "He will need the senate to keep his grip on the galaxy."

"If a session at the Senate there is, easier to sneak into the Temple it will be," said Yoda.

The Master and Padawan nodded.

A distraction with the senate was just what the three Jedi needed to sneak into the Temple.