The Chosen Ones

by Adley90

Summary:

"Of course I feel it, Ahsoka. I'm not blind to it," Anakin snapped, his voice laced with exasperation. Instinctively, she took a step back, her body colliding with the unyielding wall behind her. His presence loomed over her, his arms rising to cage her in.

"I have felt you every single second of every single day, since this bond was created," he continued, his words dripping with frustration and intensity.

Ahsoka's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest, his proximity overwhelmed her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath ghosting against her lekku. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "But I’m not sorry for indulging in someone else, when I know I can’t ever have, who I truly want.”

Or

Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker had always harboured a deep disdain for one another. Their relationship thrived on a foundation of constant rivalry. However, when an unforeseen force bond unexpectedly blossoms between them as younglings, everything changes.

Notes:

I am very interested in force bonds, ever since the sequel series came out. As an Anisoka fan, I wanted to see how it would play out between them. I am very, VERY, new to writing fanfiction, let alone Star Wars fanfiction, so go easy on me. ❤️

Chapter 1: Part One: Our Awakening

Notes:

Chapter 9: Minor Anakin/Padme
Chapter 18: Minor Ahsoka/Rex
Chapter 23+: Sexual Slavery

Although the end goal is obviously Anakin and Ahsoka, this story does depict their relationships with others as well. This is a very, VERY, slow burn.

Ahsoka took great pride in her abilities within the Force. Having been discovered and brought to the Jedi temple at a tender age of one, even from her earliest memories, life of discipline and training was all she had ever known, much like almost all of her fellow younglings.

However, amidst the sea of familiar faces, there was one exception that stood out from the rest.

Him.

Anakin Skywalker.

Even his name made her want to break from her stoic Jedi expression, one she would like to think she had mastered even as a youngling, and roll her eyes.

Anakin Skywalker remained a persistent thorn in her side, an ever-present reminder that, regardless of her extensive training and relentless efforts, there would always be someone better than her.

Arriving at the temple at the age of nine, Anakin Skywalker's presence was unprecedented. Whispers of "Chosen One," and "Will bring balance to the Force," trailed him wherever he went. How was she meant to compete with that?

Ahsoka had always excelled in combat training, surpassing all her classmates with ease. However, her reign at the top was short-lived as she found herself swiftly relegated to second place, after just a mere month of Anakin being at the temple.

She remembered Jedi Knight Obi-wan Kenobi beaming with pride, as she laid sprawled on the floor, Anakin’s hand out stretched to help her up, a tentative smile on his lips, perhaps in apology but she didn’t care.

Ahsoka had gotten up, without his help, and glowered at him. “That was a lucky shot!” She had told him bitterly.

“Hey, I won fair and square. No need to get snippy about it.” Anakin replied, rather arrogantly, she thought.

“Get your head out of the clouds and come back down to earth, Skyguy.” Ahsoka snapped back.

“What in the hell is that meant to mean.”

Ahsoka could feel the eyes of her fellow younglings on them, though they weren’t speaking loud enough for them to hear.

“Just because you’re the chosen one,” her eyes, did in fact roll this time, “Doesn’t mean you’re any better than the rest of us.”

Anakin had let her words hang in the air, for a few seconds before a knowing smirk spread across his lips, “Actually, I think it does.”

From that moment on, Ahsoka and Anakin became bitter rivals, constantly trying to outdo each other in every aspect of their Jedi training. Whether it was lightsaber combat, Force abilities, or even academic studies, they were locked in a never-ending battle for supremacy.

Ahsoka effortlessly soared past Anakin in meditation and scholarly pursuits. Her mind was a wellspring of knowledge, and her ability to find inner peace surpassed any other youngling in her class, even some knighted Jedi. Conversely, Anakin's true prowess lay in the realm of combat, where his skills with a lightsaber were unmatched. His unique connection to the Force granted him abilities that left others in awe.

At the ripe age of fourteen, standing on the threshold of their journey towards becoming Padawans, Ahsoka's heart sank as she laid eyes on the roster of younglings and their designated opponents, each vying for their rightful place.

Engaging in combat with a fellow classmate, under the watchful eyes of potential masters, had long been a standing tradition amongst the Jedi Order.

Ahsoka’s name had her paired with none other than the insufferable Anakin Skywalker. She didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

All in front of the notice board, her classmates eagerly sort out who their opponents were, and Ahsoka could sense the relief in almost all of them, when they discovered, that they wouldn’t be pinned against ‘The Chosen One.’

She wanted to rip the paper into pieces and throw it at him as he smirked at her,  though she restrained herself.

Meeting his eyes, she saw humour dancing in them. “Scared?” He asked.

This wasn’t fair, every other youngling had to fight for a Master, where as ‘The Chosen One’ had his already picked out and waiting.

Ahsoka bawled her hands into fists at her side, wanting to punch that smirk off his face. But she restrained herself. She took a deep breath, reminding herself of the Jedi teachings of patience and control. Instead, she mustered a calm and composed expression, meeting Anakin's gaze with determination.

"No, I'm not scared," she replied, her voice steady. "I'm ready to prove that I'm just as capable as you are, Skyguy."

Anakin's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the challenge. "We'll see about that, Snips," he too using the annoying nickname they’d given each other since her first defeat by him. "But don't be too disappointed when I come out on top, I always do."

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, a fire igniting within her. She was tired of always being in Anakin's shadow, tired of feeling like she had to constantly prove herself. This duel would be her chance to show everyone, including herself, that she could beat the insufferable Anakin Skywalker.

They glared at each other, until they went their separate ways. They were only given one day to prepare for the duel, and Ahsoka was going to use every moment she could to practice.

She spent the entire day honing her skills, pushing herself to the limit. She practiced her lightsaber techniques, focusing on speed and precision. She meditated, seeking inner peace and clarity. She studied ancient Jedi texts, absorbing every bit of knowledge she could find, that may help her in this duel.

As the sun began to set, Ahsoka resigned herself to sleep, hoping that a full nights rest might be exactly what she needed.

 

* * *

 

Tossing and turning by restlessness, Ahsoka's eyes fluttered open in the dead of night, a peculiar sensation coursing through her being by the Force. A trickle of something unfamiliar, it whispered secrets to her senses. In her mind's eye, vivid images materialized, revealing a desolate desert world where grains of sand danced in the wind. Echoes of distant screams pierced the silence, accompanied by the ominous crack of a whip, shattering the stillness of the night.

Ahsoka shook her head, trying in vain to push out the strange images. “Where had this come from?” She thought, trying to meditate the images away.

 

* * *

 

Exhausted from lack of sleep, the day of the duel arrived. Ahsoka stood in the training arena, facing Anakin. The tension in the air was palpable, and the other younglings waited with anticipation.

Of course it was alphabetical and Ahsoka and Anakin had to go first. Potential Masters littered the stands, leaning in with interest to watch ‘The Chosen One’.

“Nervous?” Anakin asked, he twirled his lightsaber in his hand, a cocky grin on his face. But Ahsoka refused to let his arrogance intimidate her.

“You wish.” She told him, trying to centre herself, knowing losing control at this moment could cost her everything.

From the other side of the training grounds, Yoda stepped forward. The crowd instantly quieting at the presence of their Grand Master.

“A tradition it is, for Masters to choose their Padawans.” Though his voice was low, it reverberated through the grounds, catching the attention of every single member. “Battle, is not just for strength but for the will of the force. Patience, fortitude, for even the strongest of us may fall. Begin, you will.”

And so it began, simultaneously, Anakin and Ahsoka ignited their Lightsabers, but neither moved. Both trying to figure out the other. Anakin watched her, a wry smile spreading across his lips.

Of course he lunged first.

The clash of lightsabers filled the room. Ahsoka quickly countered, moving with grace and agility, her strikes precise and calculated. Anakin matched her blow for blow, his movements fluid and powerful. Almost over powering her by raw strength alone.

Almost.

They danced around each other, their lightsabers creating a mesmerizing display of skill and determination. Ahsoka could feel the eyes of their fellow younglings and Masters on them, watching with anticipation.

As the duel continued, Ahsoka could sense Anakin's frustration growing. He was used to being the best, the one who always came out on top. But Ahsoka was determined to prove him wrong.

The force was growing around them, almost palpable, as their attacks became more violent, more deadly.

With a sudden burst of energy, Ahsoka launched herself at Anakin, her lightsaber spinning in a flurry of strikes. Anakin struggled to keep up, his defenses weakening. But before she could win, Anakin pushed her back effectively with the Force, almost knocking her over entirely.

Recovering quickly, something strange happened, Ahsoka felt another trickle through the Force, making her feel more powerful then she had ever felt before.

Anakin countered on her, his lightsaber whirling through the air with precision and speed. Ahsoka barely had time to react, but she managed to deflect his strikes, her movements fueled by the newfound surge of power within her.

Their duel intensified, each of them pushing themselves to their limits. Ahsoka could feel the sweat trickling down her lekku, her muscles straining with exertion. But she refused to give in. She refused to let Anakin win.

As the duel reached its climax, Ahsoka and Anakin found themselves locked in a fierce exchange of blows. Their lightsabers clashed with such intensity that sparks flew in every direction. The force of their strikes reverberated through the training arena, causing the onlookers to hold their breath in anticipation.

Ahsoka's determination burned within her, fueling her every move. She could feel the power of the Force flowing through her, guiding her actions with an almost otherworldly precision. It was as if the Force itself was lending her strength, urging her to surpass her limits.

Anakin, too, seemed to be drawing upon a wellspring of power. His strikes were swift and powerful, his movements fluid and calculated. But Ahsoka refused to be outmatched. She met each of his attacks with equal ferocity, her lightsaber dancing in a mesmerizing display of skill and agility.

As the duel raged on, Ahsoka's mind became singularly focused on the task at hand. She blocked out the noise of the crowd, the whispers of doubt that threatened to creep into her thoughts. All that mattered was the present moment, the clash of lightsabers, and the unwavering belief in her own abilities.

With a sudden burst of energy, Ahsoka launched herself at Anakin once again, her lightsaber spinning in a whirlwind of strikes. Anakin struggled to keep up, his defenses faltering under the relentless assault. Ahsoka could see the frustration in his eyes, the realization that she could indeed win.

But just as victory seemed within her grasp, something unexpected happened. Ahsoka felt another surge of power flow through her, a surge that seemed to emanate from the very core of her being. It was as if the Force itself had chosen this moment to bestow upon her an extraordinary gift.

With this newfound power coursing through her, Ahsoka's strikes became even more precise, her movements even more fluid. She could sense the shock and awe in the eyes of the onlookers as she unleashed a flurry of attacks that left Anakin struggling to defend himself.

With each strike, Ahsoka could see the frustration and disbelief etched on Anakin's face. He had always been the one to come out on top, the one who was hailed as the chosen one. But now, it was Ahsoka who had the upper hand.

In a moment of perfect synchrony, she seized the opportunity for a decisive strike, just as Anakin did. Their movements mirrored one another, their lightsabers locked in a deadly cross, each blade poised at the other's throat.

A hushed stillness descended upon the room, as the truth dawned upon them all. It was an impasse, a stalemate that left them all stunned.

Anakin’s brow furrowed in confusion, as Ahsoka’s mouth closed, her winning retort forgotten at the realisation that she hadn’t actually won.

Their gasping breaths mingling the air between them. Locked into place by sheer shock.

Time seemed to stand still as Ahsoka and Anakin stared at each other, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing and the crackling of their lightsabers.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted from the stands, resonating through the air. The sound of applause and cheers filled the arena, as both the Younglings and the Masters rose from their seats, their hands clapping together in standing ovation.

Both taking a deep breath, together they distinguished their Lightsabers. Anakin’s eyes burned into hers, with something she hadn’t seen before.

“That was a lucky shot.” He told her, mirroring her words from all those years ago.

When he stretched out his hand for her to take, this time in congratulations, she took it. 

Chapter 2: The Dyad’s Dilemma

Her triumph was short lived. Doubt filled Ahsoka as she made her way through the halls of the Jedi Temple. 

A hum of whispers echoed through the walls, though she couldn’t exactly catch what they were saying, leaving her feeling anxious.

“Did you see…”

“How can this be?”

“Did you feel it?

“Connected.”

Following the ending of Ahsoka and Anakin’s intense duel, an urgent council meeting was convened, abruptly interrupting the trials of all the other younglings. While the news brought joy to her classmates, who now had more time to prepare, it left Ahsoka with a lingering unease.

Hours had past, when she was finally called to speak to the council. She shouldn’t have been surprised to see him there, leaning against the wall outside the doors waiting rather impatiently.

Anakin’s gaze flicked up from the floor, at her approach, a puzzled expression edging its way onto his face.

“What are you doing here?” Although it was a question, it sounded more like an accusation.

Ahsoka crossed her arms over her chest, just as unpleased to see Anakin here, as he was her. “I was asked to come here, obviously. What about you?” She asked, her voice just as accusatory.

“Same reason.” Anakin huffed in disbelief.

What ever camaraderie they had found during their duel disappeared, as they glowered at each other, only stopping when they were called into the Council room.

 

* * *

 

Standing shoulder to shoulder, facing the council, Ahsoka took a deep breath, her nerves causing her to tremble under the intense scrutiny of the Jedi Masters. Their penetrating gazes made her feel vulnerable, as if every flaw and insecurity, were laid bare before them.

Beside her, Anakin stood tall and unwavering, radiating confidence, which only seem to add to her uncertainty.

"Do you understand why we have summoned you?" Master Windu's voice pierced the silence, his eyes fixed on Ahsoka with a mix of curiosity and confusion, as if he were trying to unravel the mystery she presented.

Ahsoka found herself momentarily speechless, her hands twitching involuntarily as she fought the urge to shield herself by crossing her arms.

Then, like a gentle whisper from the Force, a wave of calmness washed over her. She took a deep breath, allowing the warmth of that sensation to envelop her.

Master Yoda leaned forward, his eyes widening in astonishment. "Sense this, you do?" he asked the other Masters in the room.

They all nodded in agreement, their watchful eyes still fixed upon Ahsoka, but momentarily flicking to Anakin.

Breaking the silence, he spoke up, his voice was calm, yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty, Ahsoka sensed it emanating from him. "What did you see, Master?" he inquired.

"You helped her just now," Windu responded, leaning forward in his chair. "How did you do it?" he questioned.

“Helped her?” Anakin asked taken aback from that comment, “What do you mean?” The uncertainty seeping into his words.

“Unaware they are. Test them we must.” Yoda said, beckoning Obi-wan over. He had been standing behind them out of sight until now .

He held two devices in his hand, a device that Ahsoka hadn’t seen since she was a young child when her Midi-chlorian counts were first tested. Anakin went first, and when the needle pricked his skin, she momentarily flinched, as if she was the one who had been stuck.

Ahsoka felt it once more, the gazes of the Jedi Masters watching her with rapid interest. Obi-Wan approached her then, and dutifully she assumed the position Anakin had, letting the needle pierce her finger.

“The results, what are they?” Master Yoda asked Obi-Wan momentarily lifting his gaze from the pair.

“As we expected.” Was Obi-Wan’s reply.

The Jedi Masters spoke in hushed whispers amongst themselves for a moment, as Ahsoka and Anakin stood there dumbfoundly, trying to piece together what was happening.

Finally, Master Windu broke the noise, his voice carrying a weight of both concern and intrigue . "Ahsoka, Anakin, it seems that the Force has revealed something extraordinary about you both. You possess a unique ability to share and transfer emotions, thoughts, and even physical sensations."

Ahsoka's eyes widened in astonishment, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of this revelation. She had always felt a deep bond with Anakin, although it was more one of hatred than anything else, she never imagined this.

Anakin, on the other hand, seemed to be grappling with a mix of his own emotions. His eyes flickered between Ahsoka and the Jedi Masters, his expression a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. "What does this mean for us?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of dread.

Master Windu's gaze softened, his stern demeanor giving way to a rare display of empathy. "It means that you two have a connection unlike anything we have ever seen before. This bond could be a tremendous asset to the Jedi Order, but it also carries great risks. You’re a Dyad in the force."

“A Dyad in the force?” Ahsoka and Anakin asked in unison, their gazes meeting for a brief moment in annoyance.

“Noticed we did, while you both were in combat. Grow stronger you did, young Ahsoka.” Master Yoda remarked, casting a warm and proud gaze upon her. “Tapped into your power she did,” he continued looking now at Anakin, “and let her, you must have.” Master Yoda finished curiously.

“Let her?” Anakin asked in confusion mingled with a touch of irritation.

“This hasn’t developed in the force for centuries,” Master Windu said, ignoring Anakin’s question. “We must study it, develop it. And you too must be trained together.”

She could feel it now, anger and confusion rolling off Anakin in waves, yet he still stood confidently as ever in the eyes of the council. Could they feel this too? Or was it just another strange part of their new bond?

“Obi-Wan, we are in unprecedented territory, you had requested to train Anakin when he first arrived at the temple. Will that still we the case now it’s both of them.”

Obi-Wan hesitated for the briefest of moments, before answering “Yes Masters, although this is a far greater task than training a single Padawan.” He remarked stoically.

“The full support of the council, you shall have.” Master Yoda replied.

With the council's decision made, Ahsoka felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The weight of their unique bond and the responsibility it carried settled heavily upon their shoulders. Knowing that their training would be unlike anything she had experienced before.

As they left the council chamber, Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. This newfound connection with Anakin had the potential to unlock untapped power within them both. She was eager to explore it further and discover the extent of their abilities.

Anakin, however, had different ideas.

“Should we talk or…” Before Ahsoka could finish, Anakin glared at her before storming away.

Leaving her alone in the hall with Obi-Wan. “Give him sometime,” he counselled  her. “It’s a lot to take on.” 

Before he could turn and depart too, Ahsoka couldn't resist asking the burning question that plagued her mind. "Master Obi-Wan, what were my Midi-chlorian results?"

Obi-Wan hesitated, his gaze searching for the right words. Taking a deep breath, he revealed, "They were the same as Anakin's."

Notes:

What are your thoughts on this chapter? Let me know in the comments below. Really seeking some constructive feedback on how to make my writing better, if you have some let me know. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3: The Bond That Binds

It had been two long years, yet their relationship remained stagnant, showing no real signs of improvement. Anakin stubbornly refused to delve deeper into their connection, though much to his dismay, it seemed to have a life of its own. The initial encounter in the force had left a lasting impression on them both.

Once, Ahsoka had been engrossed in her training session with her friend, Barriss Offee, when Anakin suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Startled, Ahsoka swung her training saber at him, but he swiftly caught her wrist with his hand, preventing the strike from landing. Barriss stood there, utterly astonished, witnessing Ahsoka's suspended arm, frozen in mid-air.

The incident posed a challenge when it came to explaining it away to Barriss. Ahsoka and Anakin were bound by strict orders from the council to keep their bond a secret. In fact, to maintain the secrecy, Master Plo Koon was officially designated as Ahsoka's Jedi Master, rather than that of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, at least on paper.

Since that incident, they found themselves unexpectedly crossing paths at the most peculiar moments. One such occasion occurred while Ahsoka was diligently engrossed in her studies. Out of nowhere, Anakin materialized before her eyes. Naturally, he couldn't resist provoking her, leading them into a heated argument that escalated to the point, that Ahsoka had impulsively hurled a textbook in his direction. However, a tinge of sadness lingered within her as she recalled how he mysteriously vanished before the rather thick textbook could make contact with his head.

Another instance unfolded when Ahsoka had just returned to her quarters. To her surprise, Anakin emerged from her refresher, draped in nothing but a flimsy towel around his waist. Droplets of water dripped from his hair, down his chest. A sudden rush of warmth had flooded her cheeks, causing a noticeable blush to spread across her face. She had turned around in embarrassment, making apologies until their connection was broken.

Then, there was now.

Ahsoka felt warm arms wrapped around her body. Soft but hard, warm and inviting. Protective, yet possessive.

"Hey," she whispered slowly waking, her was voice barely audible as the arms drew her closer, their embrace tightening around her. Somewhere between the realms of dreams and reality, Ahsoka slowly opened her eyes. "Anakin?"

"Mmmmm," he murmured, his sleepy reply barely audible. Nestling against her lekku, a shiver coursed through her at the touch, catching her completely off guard.

"Anakin!" Ahsoka nearly shrieked, untangling herself from his arms. "What are you doing in my bed?"

Anakin, now more alert, scanned the room in confusion. "Snips, what the hell! You're in my bed!"

"No, I'm not!"

In that moment, they both felt it—the undeniable hum in the Force that connected them.

"Why the hell were you reaching out to me in your sleep?" he accused.

"Me?! You're the one who was reaching out to me!" She shot back.

Ahsoka quickly covered herself with the blanket, attempting to hide her half-naked form, clad only in a sleep tank and underwear.

Anakin, on the other hand, lacked the same sense of modesty. He forcefully pulled back the covers, leaping out of bed, wearing nothing but his sleep shorts. His chest showcased hard, defined muscles and a chiseled abdomen.

Ahsoka tried to ignore the tingling sensation that enveloped her, knowing that body had been pressed against hers just moments ago.

Anakin’s body, like hers, had changed since they were children. His muscles were harder, his gangly legs filled out and toned. He was also now, a great deal taller than her, which only seemed to infuriate her further.

“Like what you see?” He asked, with a cocky grin, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, “Don’t be disgusting.” She glowered at him.

Anakin pulled out a towel, from thin air, though Ahsoka knew it must have been from his side of the bond. Movements like that only seemed to entrance her, with a burning curiosity on further ways they could explore their bond. Yet she was always met with reluctance from his end. Anakin constantly found excuses on why he didn’t want to, or why they shouldn’t explore this further.

“I’m hitting the refresher.” Anakin told her, swinging the magical towel over his shoulder.

“No you’re not, that is my refresher and I NEED a shower.”

There rooms where identical, meaning if this bond didn’t break, he would use her shower and she would loose out.

“I am technically in my room, and that is technically my refresher.” He told her stubbornly.

She sat up, still clutching the blanket to her chest, Anakin’s eyes dropping at the movement, before returning to hers. A slight flush spreading across her cheeks. “Aren’t you a gentleman?”

“No I’m not Snips, I need to wash your cooties off me.” He told her with his trademark smirk, before he slammed the door behind him.

“You’re such a child.” Ahsoka murmured, falling back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over her head.

“Heard that!” He yelled through the wall.

“You were meant too.” She retorted throwing her pillow at the door.

 

* * *

Anakin stood underneath the water, the cold liquid doing nothing to cool his feverish skin. He’d developed a hard-on, which he was attributing to morning wood, not the fact that he’d just been pressed against Ahsoka mere moments before. No, that was not it.

Morning wood was normal. Completely, biologically normal. And it didn’t have anything to do with the half naked Togruta laying in his bed. Nor did it have any connection to the tantalizing outline of her hardened nipples beneath her top, or the way he had felt her eyes rake over his body…

His cock twitched at the thought and internally he swore with a mix of desire and frustration. Anakin tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, reminding himself, he definitely didn’t see her that way. She was annoying, Ahsoka consistently had to be right, she was a pain in his ass and she looked really good in his bed..

Taking a deep breath, Anakin tried again to focus on the cold water cascading down his body, hoping it would help him regain control.

But the more he tried to distract himself, the more vivid the images of Ahsoka became. Her playful smile, her mischievous eyes, the way she challenged him in every duel and every conversation.

As his hand encircled his cock, guiding it to release, he was most certainly not, thinking of Ahsoka.

Leaving the refresher, Anakin wasn’t surprised that an empty room greeted him; the hum of their connection had long faded away. Yet, what caught him off guard was the unexpected pang of emptiness he felt at her absence, no matter how annoying she was.

 

* * *

 

As Anakin stepped into the Jedi library, he found himself surrounded by towering shelves filled with ancient texts, scrolls, and holographic data cubes. The serene ambiance and the scent of aged parchment hinted at the vast knowledge contained within those walls. However, Anakin was overwhelmingly bored by the sight of it.

“Right on time.” Obi-Wan said, the table before him and Ahsoka littered with open text and scrolls.

“I thought I was late?”

“That is what I meant.”

Disregarding his Master’s comment, Anakin nonchalantly settled into a chair, leaning forward and snatching a haphazard book from the table. Flipping through its pages absentmindedly, he couldn't help but inject a touch of mischief into his voice. "So, what fascinating subject shall we delve into today? The art of efficiently dispatching a Rancor, perhaps?" Ahsoka couldn't help but roll her eyes, her quiet exasperation evident from across the table. Anakin, undeterred, continued his playful enquiry. "Or maybe we should explore the enigmatic realm of Dathomirian dark magicks and their potential use against our enemies?" He punctuated his words with a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows, genuine curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

“We are researching the bond, as we always do.” She glowered at him in frustration.

Obi-Wan sighed, trying to maintain his composure amidst the chaos that was Anakin Skywalker. "Please, let's focus. The bond between you and Ahsoka is a crucial aspect of your training. It is not to be taken lightly."

Anakin's mischievous grin faded slightly, Ahsoka could sense through their bond that he wasn’t done, his words spoke differently though. "Of course, Master. I apologize for my earlier distractions."

He sat in silence, for only a minute, before tossing the book aside and grabbing another, much older one in its place. He opened it, dust falling from its pages. “Oh this must be good, look how old it is.”

Ahsoka glanced up at him then, noticing what book he had grasped in his hands. “Oh that ones no good. It’s about how to destroy a bond, not deepen it.”

Anakin hands froze, as he met Ahsoka’s eyes. “You mean to say, I have in my hands the very book that can grant me my freedom?” He asked enthusiastically. A real smile spreading across his lips.

“Anakin.” Obi-wan said exasperated, “Please be serious.”

“Oh I am being serious.” He replied, his eyes intently scanning every page with intent.

Ahsoka couldn't help but feel uneasy and concerned as she watched Anakin eagerly flip through the ancient text. She knew what lay in those pages, because unlike her bond mate, she actually did do research.

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan warned, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Wait, wait here it is.” Anakin coughed, clearing his throat, beginning to read. “A Force Dyad is like life itself… blah, blah, blah…” he said skimming the information he didn’t want. “Wait yes, can be severed by the death of the other.” Anakin abruptly dropped the book onto the table with a loud thud.

The sudden sound making Ahsoka startle in her chair.

“Yes Anakin, if you had paid attention in our last lesson you would have already known that.” Came Obi-Wan’s tired voice, but Anakin once again tuned him out.

“So all I have to do is die and I’ll be free of her? Sign me up..” He meant his words to be sarcastic, but they had come out more bruising than he had intended.

Ahsoka's suddenly got to her feet, the movement caught Anakin off guard, causing him to instinctively rise from his seat as well, his body tensed for a potential confrontation. He braced himself for a verbal assault or even a physical one, knowing he had pushed her too far this time. 

However, what he didn't anticipate was the pain he witnessed in her eyes, mirroring the hurt he had caused. The scowl on her face softened, replaced by a vulnerable expression that pierced through his defenses. In that moment, Anakin realized the weight of his words and the impact they had on her. Regret washed over him instantly, but before he could say anything else, she stormed away and exiting the library.

“You will make this right.” Anakin could not only hear his Master’s disappointment but feel it coming off him in waves.

Anakin sighed, sitting once more, amongst all the books he had no interest in reading.

* * *

 

The absence of Ahsoka throughout the day weighed heavily on Anakin's mind, though he tried to convince himself otherwise. He convinced himself that he didn't feel guilty, that he was fine with her absence. As the evening approached, Anakin found himself sitting alone at the dinner table, his appetite nonexistent. He pretended not to notice her empty seat, pushing away any lingering thoughts of their unresolved conflict.

Exhausted from the day's lack of distractions, Anakin retreated to his bed, hoping to find solace in sleep. However, as he closed his eyes, he couldn't escape the nagging thoughts that plagued his mind. Tossing and turning, he resigned himself to a sleepless night, unable to escape the thoughts he desperately tried to suppress.

As the bond crackled and surged, Anakin sensed its approach just moments before she materialized on the bed beside him.

"Damn it," he muttered, rolling onto his side, his back facing her. He tried to create distance between them, to escape her presence.

He braced himself, anticipating her sharp retort, but to his surprise, nothing came. No biting remark escaped her lips, she didn’t groan or roll her eyes. She didn’t even move.

The room fell into an eerie silence, and as Anakin reached out to her through their bond, he encountered an impenetrable barrier shielding her thoughts. It was a formidable wall, but their connection remained unbroken.

Then, a faint sound reached his ears—a stifled gasp for air, a muffled sob smothered by her pillow.

She was crying.

Anakin’s heart stuttered briefly. Not believing what he had heard, but then he heard it again. Rolling back to her, he saw Ahsoka, curled into a ball facing away from him.

“Ahsoka?” He reached for her, his hand barely touching her shoulder and making her flinch, Anakin’s heart dropped further.

“D-d-don’t.” She sobbed, moving further away from him.

His own words, reverberated through the bond. “So all I have to do is die and I’ll be free of her? Sign me up..”

“S’oka,” he hadn’t called her that since they were younglings, barely out of training sabers. “I’m sorry.” He moved to her and this time she didn’t move away.

“I will die one day, Anakin.” Her words laced with a fierce surety. “You just have to be patient.” She told him before releasing a loud gasping sob.

Her words struck him like a thunderbolt, a devastating blow that threatened to shatter something hidden deep inside of him. Without hesitation, Anakin instinctively pulled her into his arms, his actions so sudden that it caught both of them off guard.

He hadn’t imagined a world without her in it. Because he would be the one right? He would die before her.

For her.

“I didn’t mean… I wouldn’t…” tears threaten to spill from his eyes now, but he inhaled deeply trying in vain to keep his own emotions in check.

Her shields were open now, and wave after wave of pain flowed towards him. Pain he had caused.

“Ahsoka, I didn’t mean it.” He held her tightly to him.

“You don’t have to play nice now… I know what you really think Anakin.”

“You’ve got to know, I didn’t mean it, S’oka.” He pulled her in, impossibly close. “I know I’m an kriffing asshole sometimes, I say some stupid... But I swear, I didn’t mean it.”

She turned to face him, in the dark. There faces inches away from each other. Her breath tingling his lips. Anakin’s arm was still swung around her protectively, tracing soothing patterns on her side.

“I don’t believe you, you’re just saying that because I’m crying.” She hiccuped.

“When have I ever tried to spare your feelings?” He asked, his question eliciting a genuine laugh from her. “Ahsoka,” Anakin leant his forehead against hers, before continuing, “you annoy the absolute crap out of me.”

An authentic smile spread across her lips, “Wow, thanks Skyguy. You really know how to make me feel better.”

“No I mean it, you really annoy the crap out of me.” His fingers dug into her sides then, making her squirm with laughter.

“Stop, stop! You’re tickling me.” She gasped, but Anakin’s playful assault only continued. “Please, please stop.” She laughed.

She grasped his hands pulling them back around herself, settling back in their original position.

“Anakin?”

“Yeah?” He murmured into her lekku, sleep slowly enveloping him.

“You annoy the crap out of me too.”

Anakin smiled, pulling her tighter against him, protectively, as slowly sleep pulled him under. An absent thought, danced in his mind just before he fully succumbed to it.

For her.

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Notes:

I have drafted more chapters, but I may not upload as quickly as I have the first three, as they need a lot more work. Let me know your thoughts, with a comment below!

Chapter 4: Politics and Poison

Notes:

Disclaimer: as mentioned in the tags, there will be a minor Anakin/Padme. It will be no where near as intense as the relationship we received on screen, but there will be one. I kind of see their relationship as ‘puppy love’, but when it comes to Anakin and Ahsoka, I want to build to something much more intense.

As Obi-Wan, Ahsoka and Anakin stepped into the elevator, everything changed. The mission had been simple enough, protect Senator Amidala from another assassination attempt. So why was Anakin acting so weirdly?

Beside her, Anakin displayed an uncharacteristic restlessness. Ahsoka found herself taken aback by this unexpected behavior, as she was the one typically plagued by nerves, while he usually radiated an irritating level of self-assurance. However, as the elevator ascended, Anakin's fidgeting escalated, as did her surprise.

Tentatively, she reached out to him through the bond, finding herself completely cut off. An unseen wall shielded her from his thoughts, and feelings.

Internally she groaned. “I shouldn’t have taught him that.” She thought to herself.

They were eighteen now, and after all these years Ahsoka had finally convinced Anakin to explore the bond further. Blocking each other was one of the first things she’d taught him. The irony was not lost on her now.

Ahsoka's thoughts raced as she considered the possible reasons behind Anakin's strange behavior. Had something happened on a recent mission that he couldn't bring himself to share? Or was it the weight of the Jedi Order's expectations weighing him down? What was he shielding her from?

Anakin's fidgeting continued, becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. Ahsoka's brows furrowed in deep contemplation. Something was amiss, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.

Obi-Wan's observation cut through the air, making them both flinch. "You seem a little on edge."

Anakin swiftly denied, "Not at all," as he straightened his Jedi robes.

Obi-Wan prodded, "I haven’t seen you this tense since we fell into that nest of gundarks"

Anakin, his patience wearing thin, retorted, "You were the one who fell into that nightmare, and I was the one who rescued you, remember?"

Obi-Wan chuckled lightly, "Ah, yes. You're sweating, my friend. Just take a moment to relax and breathe."

Anakin's voice carried a hint of longing as he confessed, "I haven’t seen her in ten years Master."

Her.

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat as Anakin's words hung in the air, the weight of his unspoken emotions palpable, even though she was shielded from them. She couldn't ignore the significance of her. It could only mean one person—someone from Anakin's past who held a special place within him.

Before Ahsoka could ponder any further the elevator doors open, revealing the tallest Gungan she had ever seen.

“Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa sooo smilen to see-in yousa.” He jumped around happily, enthusiastically shaking his hand.

“It's good to see you, too, Jar Jar.” Obi-Wan said, a genuine smile spreading across his lips.

“And this, I take it, is your apprentice?” He looks at Ahsoka before his eyes flit to Anakin. “Noooooooo! Ani? Noooooooo! Little bitty Ani?”

Before Anakin had any chance, the Gungan envelops him into a tight hug. Ahsoka long forgotten. “Hi, Jar Jar.” Anakin says, smiling tentatively.

As he releases Anakin, his gaze returns back to Ahsoka, renewed interest spreading across his features. “And whosa might yousa be?” He asked.

“Why don’t we all go inside to get better reacquainted.” Obi-Wan says, ushering them further into the apartment.

Ahsoka followed Obi-Wan's lead, stepping into the apartment alongside Anakin and the exuberant Gungan, Jar Jar Binks. She couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and curiosity, grateful for the temporary distraction from Anakin's unusual behaviour, though that was short lived.

Stepping into the conference room, Ahsoka's breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell upon the figure standing at the center. Senator Padmé Amidala, renowned for her beauty, radiated an ethereal elegance that captured the attention of all those present. Coursing not just Anakin, but herself to falter.

“Mesa here. Lookie... lookie... Senator. Desa Jedi.” Jar Jar said as an introduction.

Padme stood tall, her posture exuding confidence and poise. Her impeccable sense of style was evident in the way her ensemble accentuated her graceful figure. A flowing gown in a regal hue draped elegantly around her, each fold and contour seemingly tailored to perfection. The intricate embroidery and embellishments added a touch of opulence, mirroring the importance of her position as a senator and a symbol of diplomacy.

Her flawless complexion seemed to glow with a natural radiance, further accentuated by a subtle dusting of luminous makeup. Padmé's eyes, large and expressive, were like pools of warmth and intelligence, their vibrant color drawing others in. Long, dark lashes framed her eyes, fluttering with a delicate grace as she surveyed the new arrivals.

Padmé's lips, soft and inviting, curved into a gentle smile as she greeted those around her. Her smile seemed to carry an innate charm, capable of disarming even the most hardened hearts. Each movement she made, from the gentle sway of her flowing gown to the graceful gestures of her slender hands, was executed with an air of regality.

Her dark, lustrous hair cascaded down her back in carefully arranged waves, reflecting the light in a cascade of shimmering ebony. Whether styled in an intricate updo or left to fall freely, it added an element of sophistication to her overall appearance. Often adorned with elegant headpieces or delicate hair accessories, her hair was a crown befitting her status and beauty.

Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in the presence of Padme Amidala. The senator's physical beauty was undeniable, but it was her aura of strength, wisdom, and compassion that truly made her captivating. In that moment, Ahsoka understood why Padme was not only admired for her looks but also revered for her leadership and dedication to the people she represented.

As Anakin’s own reaction to her trickled over through the bond, Ahsoka also realised that she most certainly did not like this woman.

Ahsoka's realization that she felt an instant dislike for Senator Padme Amidala sent a jolt through her. Confusion mingled with a hint of jealousy as she tried to grapple with her own emotions. The bond between her and Anakin had always been strong, but she had never experienced such a strong aversion to someone he held so dear.

She discreetly glanced at Anakin, searching for any physical sign of his reaction to Padme’s presence. To her surprise, his expression seemed conflicted, his eyes momentarily meeting hers with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty. Ahsoka's heart sank as the truth dawned upon her—Anakin had feelings for the Senator.

The weight of unspoken emotions settled upon Ahsoka's shoulders. She had always been Anakin's confidant, all be it forced at the beginning and now she found herself grappling with feelings of inadequacy. She had thought their bond was unbreakable, but the presence of Padme had created an unexpected rift, leaving her feeling isolated and unsure of her place.

“It's a pleasure to see you again, My Lady.” Obi-Wan said, extending his hand to her.

“It has been far too long Master Kenobi. I'm so glad our paths have crossed again.” She told him, warmly taking his hand in hers.

Padme’s eyes flickered over to Ahsoka, and she smiled over at her. “And who might this be?”

“This is Ahsoka T…” Obi-Wan began before being abruptly cut off.

“Ani?”, they stare at each other for an uncomfortable long moment. Before Padme continued. “My goodness, you've grown.”

Ahsoka didn’t miss how her eyes, quietly flit across his body and she inhaled deeply to try and control her temper.

“So have you... grown more beautiful,” Another awkwardly long moment passed, before he continued. “For a Senator, I mean...” His voice trailed off and Ahsoka could feel him internally reprimand himself for the slip.

Seriously Anakin?

Don’t start..

They spoke through the bond, Anakin quickly giving her a glare of warning.

“Oh Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine.” She laughed, it was warm and inviting, it should have put Ahsoka at ease, it didn’t.

Ahsoka's discomfort only grew as the conversation continued. She couldn't shake off the feeling that there was an underlying tension between Anakin and Padme, something that went beyond their friendly banter. It was as if there were unspoken words hanging in the air, words that Ahsoka desperately wanted to understand.

As the meeting progressed, Ahsoka found herself observing Anakin and Padme closely. Their interactions were filled with subtle words, lingering glances, and a shared understanding that seemed to exclude everyone else in the room. Ahsoka's heart sank further as she realized that she was indeed an outsider in this dynamic, a witness to a connection that she couldn't fully comprehend.

“I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me.” Padme’s soft gaze once directed at Anakin, became colder now as she faced Obi-Wan.

“We're here to protect you Senator, not to start an investigation.” His words were calm, but a frown deepened on his lips.

“We will find out who's trying to kill you Padme, I promise you.” Anakin said quickly, looking at her with an intensity that Ahsoka hadn’t seen before.

“We will not exceed our mandate, my young Padawan learner!” Obi-wan scolded.

Ahsoka could feel the annoyance rolling off him in waves, so she quickly added, “I think he meant in the interest of protecting the Senator, Master.”

A feeling of gratitude filled the bond, as Anakin met Ahsoka’s eyes, but Obi-Wan wasn’t pleased. “We will do exactly as the Council has instructed, and you will learn your place, young ones.” He replied, oozing authority.

An another awkward silence filled the room. Before Padme broke it. “Perhaps with merely your presence, the mysteries surrounding this threat will be revealed.” She spoke with serenity, the picture of diplomacy and Ahsoka fought the  urge to roll her eyes. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will retire.”

 

* * *

 

Following that, a whirlwind of activity ensued. Obi-wan engaged in a conversation with the Senator's chief security officer, carefully assessing the vulnerabilities that required enforcement.

They sorted out sleep schedules, so one of them would be awake at all times to watch the Senators room. By default Obi-Wan opted to sleep first, and take the last shift. Leaving the two Padawan’s to decide between themselves as Obi-Wan retired to one of the many rooms.

Muttering to himself before the door closed, “You two exhaust me.”

Anakin relaxed back on the couch, an unspoken signal that he was volunteering for the first watch. Ahsoka, however, didn’t take the hint. Seating herself on the floor, crossing her legs into a position of meditation, her eyes closing.

“Go to sleep.” Anakin spoke, it was an order and Ahsoka didn’t take orders very well, when they came from him at least.

She raised an eyebrow marking, but her eyes didn’t open as she replied. “I’m not tired, you go first.” Ahsoka replied with an air of dismissal.

“I can sense everything going on in that room.” He countered.

“And you think I can’t?” She said plainly, trying hard to focus on her meditation while her infuriating bond mate, casually seated himself on the couch.

Anger sparked within Anakin, which it often did, when he didn’t get his way. “Ahsoka, go to sleep.” He said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not sleeping, you’re more than welcome to stay awake with me.” Another dismissal, but her tone was final.

Anakin's anger subsided, just a little, but a different kind of tension began to fill the room. As he lay back on the couch, his eyes couldn't help but wander to Ahsoka's form on the floor. The soft glow of the room's lighting highlighted her features, casting a mesmerizing aura around her.

Ahsoka could feel Anakin's gaze on her, and though her eyes remained closed, she was acutely aware of his presence. The air between them seemed charged, a palpable energy that neither of them had expected.

Ignoring him, she focused on her breathing, trying in vain to block out the distracting thoughts and emotions that threatened to consume her. But the best she could do, was shield her mind from him, and block out the traitorous thoughts from the day that threatened to expose her. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling slowly.

“Can you stop that?” He said suddenly, sitting back up from the couch.

“Stop what?”

Anakin for a moment seemed to be lost for words, so replied lamely, “You’re so kriffing distracting!” He launched to his feet.

Meditation forgotten Ahsoka opened her eyes, “Distracting? I’m the distracting one?” Ahsoka asked, fire filling her veins.

“Yeah, you are.” Crossing his arms, defiantly.

“You’re the one, making doe-eyes at Senator Amidala.” She got up, and physically pushed him, square in his chest making Anakin stumble back. The emotions from before brewing its way to the surface. “You’re the one, jeopardising our mission.”

“I’m jeopardising our mission? All you had to do was go to sleep.” She pushed him again. “Ahsoka stop!” Another push, and he stumbled back, his legs hitting the couch. But before she could land another blow, Anakin caught her wrists.

Her anger fueled her movements as she tried to break free from Anakin's grasp. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest. The frustration and disappointment she had been bottling up from the day, were finally surfacing, and she couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Let go of me, Anakin!" she whisper shouted, her voice filled with a mix of anger and hurt. She twisted and turned, trying to break free from his grasp, but his grip only tightened. The intensity in his eyes matched her own, but she still struggled.

When Ahsoka tried in vain to push him again, she lost her balance and tumbled backwards onto the couch,  inadvertently dragging Anakin along with her. Their bodies entangled in a chaotic collision, and time seemed to slow down. The weight of their combined struggle pressed them further into the cushions.

Ahsoka's breath hitched in her throat as she found herself trapped beneath Anakin's much larger and more powerful frame, her hands pinned above her head. Their faces mere inches apart, their eyes locked onto each other. The air crackled with an undeniable tension, charged with something unspoken, but yet it was something that had always been there, hidden just below the surface. 

For a fleeting moment, their struggles ceased as they both registered each others proximity and an electric current pulsated between them in the Force. Their breaths mingled, warm puffs of air grazed each other's lips, heightening the awareness of what kind of position they found themselves in.

Ahsoka's heart raced within her chest, a symphony of conflicting emotions drowning out the world around them. The anger and hurt that had fueled her movements earlier now intertwined with an undeniable yearning. Her body reacted instinctively to Anakin's closeness, her skin tingling with anticipation, her thighs heating from where Anakin was positioned between them.

Ahsoka's lips parted, poised to release a clever remark that would somehow alleviate the tension in the air. Yet, at the movement, Anakin's eyes darted towards her mouth and then back up to meet her gaze, her words caught in her throat. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, his eyes were dilated, almost black.

Could it be that he felt the same magnetic pull to her as she did towards him?

Anakin's voice was a mere whisper, a low rumble that sent a jolt of electricity through Ahsoka's veins. "You have no idea," he breathed, his words laden with an intoxicating mixture of desire and restraint. “How distracting you are.”

In that moment, their proximity became almost unbearable, and her entire being longed for something, for anything, to happen.

Unfortunately, her wish was granted, but not in the way she had hoped. Both of them sensed a disturbance emanating from the Senator's quarters, abruptly shattering the fragile connection they had established.

Anakin swiftly withdrew from her, moving towards the newfound threat as she quickly followed.

Notes:

How you all liked this chapter! This isn’t beta read, so if you do find mistakes please let me know and I will fix it!

Chapter 5: Distractions in Disguise

The Jedi Council sat in their customary seats, their expressions stern and composed, as Obi-Wan and his two Padawans stood before them. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of disappointment heavy in the air. Anakin's face reflected a mix of regret and defiance, while Ahsoka's gaze wavered with a combination of remorse but determination.

“Discuss, the possibility of separating them, we must.” Master Yoda’s calm yet authoritative voice filled the room.

“Master, I think that might be a mistake.” Obi-Wan's voice hung in the air, laden with uncertainty and caution. The gravity of the situation pressed upon the members seated around the room, each one acutely aware of the weighty decision they were about to make.

“You’ve seen it, they are reckless together.” Master Windu replied. “They may be powerful, but their lack of discipline could be a liability,” Master Windu spoke, his voice filled with unyielding certainty. The Jedi Council members sat in silence, their expressions reflecting the weight of the decision they were about to make.

Ahsoka's heart sank like a stone into water, weighed down by the weighty implications embedded in Master Windu's words.

Her mind was flooded with the vivid memories of the prior night's events. They had almost been too late.

Anakin had burst through the door first. His instincts kicked into high gear as he sensed danger lurking in the shadows of the room.

With a swift and precise motion, Anakin lunged forward jumping onto Padme’s bed, his lightsaber slashing through the air. The blade sliced through the first Kouhun, its hissing form falling lifelessly to the floor. He spun and twirled, seamlessly dispatching the remaining one, his movements a dance of controlled power and lethal precision.

It had been Ahsoka who hesitated. Distracted by the scene unfolding before her, the sight of Anakin kneeling over Padme. She had froze. Ahsoka didn’t react in time to see the droid quickly escaping from the window, disappearing into the night.

As the memories flooded Ahsoka's mind, her heart sank even further. She couldn't shake off the feeling of her own failure in that critical moment. The image of the droid slipping away haunted her, a missed opportunity that could have revealed crucial information.

She knew why she had hesitated, that wasn’t a secret to herself or to Anakin. She could feel him beside her, watching her, but she refused to meet his gaze.

Ahsoka, her voice filled with determination and remorse, spoke up. "I accept responsibility for my hesitation. I should have acted swiftly, I was just caught off guard. I will learned from this mistake, and I vow to prove myself."

The councilors exchanged glances, their expressions softening slightly but remaining guarded. The council chambers seemed to hold its breath, anticipation lingering in the air. The decision of the council would shape the futures of Anakin and Ahsoka, their roles within the Order and the trust bestowed upon them.

The Jedi Council members deliberated amongst themselves, their voices hushed but filled with intensity. Obi-Wan, ever the diplomat, interjected with a plea for understanding. "Master Yoda, Master Windu, I implore you to consider the strength they possess when they work together. Yes, there have been missteps, but their bond can be a source of great power for the Order."

Master Yoda's wise gaze shifted from one council member to another before settling upon Anakin and Ahsoka. His voice, tinged with a mix of wisdom and concern, resonated through the chamber. "Separation, a difficult decision it is. But dangers, we must acknowledge. Learn from past mistakes, you must. Prove yourselves, you will need to."

The council members, their faces etched with the weight of responsibility, reached a consensus. They understood the potential of the unique bond shared by Anakin and Ahsoka, but also the risks it posed. Their decision was a delicate balance, a compromise between nurturing their strengths while instilling discipline and guidance.

Master Windu's voice carried an air of finality as he spoke. "We will give you another chance, but one more misstep and the council will have no choice but to separate your training.”

Anakin's shoulders slumped slightly as he absorbed the weight of the council's decision. Ahsoka, on the other hand, straightened her stance, determination flickering in her eyes. They both understood the gravity of the council's warning and the need to prove themselves worthy of the trust placed in them.

Obi-Wan stepped forward, his voice infused with a sense of guidance and assurance. "Master Windu, Master Yoda, I will personally oversee their training and ensure that they learn from their mistakes. With my guidance, they will embrace discipline and grow into the Jedi Knights they are destined to become."

Master Yoda nodded, his gaze shifting between Anakin and Ahsoka. "Prove yourselves, you must. Trust, the council has placed in you. Strive to balance passion and discipline. Only then will the true path of a Jedi be revealed."

As the council meeting concluded, Obi-Wan Anakin and Ahsoka left the chamber, the tense atmosphere was dissipating, although it was now laced with a new one.

Obi-Wan didn’t say a word, but the two followed him obediently into an empty conference room, shutting the door behind them.

“Is there anything you wish to tell me?” His voice was calm, as he placed a holopad on the table before them.

Obi-Wan's gaze shifted between Anakin and Ahsoka, his eyes searching their faces for any sign of revelation. The weight of his silence bore down on them, stirring a sense of anxiety within the bond.

Finally, Anakin broke the silence, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Master, we're not sure what you're referring to. Is there something we should know?"

Obi-Wan's expression darkened slightly,  his eyes narrowing as he observed Anakin and Ahsoka closely. The tension in the room thickened, a palpable sense of unease settling upon them.

"I have received a disturbing report," Obi-Wan began, his voice measured but laden with concern. “After the events of last night I asked for the holo-footage…”

Obi-Wan let his words hang in the air for a moment, letting realisation sink in. Anakin's eyes widened, his mind racing to comprehend the implications of what Obi-Wan was suggesting. Ahsoka's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and confusion clouding her thoughts.

Then, Obi-Wan pressed play.

As the holo-footage played, Anakin and Ahsoka's eyes widened in shock, their faces reflecting a mixture of disbelief and horror. The scene that unfolded before them was indeed their own, captured in vivid detail. The heated exchange, the physical altercation—it was all there, exposed for them to witness.

Ahsoka's heart raced, her mind reeling with a sense of betrayal, of this private moment, captured before her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Luckily, as Ahsoka had collapsed back onto the couch, dragging Anakin along with her, they were hidden from view. Obi-Wan didn’t see how they had been pressed against each other, the heat and desire that had filled their eyes and however briefly, Ahsoka thought Anakin might have kissed her. All was luckily hidden from view.

Keeping his composure, Obi-Wan paused the holo-footage, freezing the image of Anakin and Ahsoka launching to their feet, as they had sensed the danger lurking in the other room.

“You both let your guard down, letting a sibling quarrel cloud your judgement from the mission.”

Ahsoka felt Anakin flinch beside her at his words. There had been nothing sibling-related about their encounter, but she wasn’t going to correct her Master on that fact.

Obi-Wan sighed and uncharacteristically ran a hand through his hair. “I cannot possibly know what it’s like to share a bond as you too do. To be able to read each others thoughts, to never truly be alone. Disagreements are only natural.” He looked at his Padawans then, “And yet, I cannot ignore the consequences of your actions. This footage, this moment, it reveals a vulnerability that cannot be dismissed. You disregarded a mission because of your own personal rivalry. We are Jedi, and we must always be vigilant, even in the face of personal conflicts."

As Ahsoka and Anakin’s eyes locked, a surge of relief and guilt washed over the connection. However, his gaze quickly averted to the ground, unable to bear the weight of the moment. In stark contrast, Ahsoka met Obi-Wan's eyes head-on, her determination shining through.

"Master, we understand the gravity of our mistake," Ahsoka spoke, her voice steady. "But we also understand the importance of learning from it. We will not let this happen again."

Obi-Wan studied his Padawans, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment. He had always seen great potential in them, but this incident had shaken his faith in their ability to maintain their focus.

"Very well," he finally said, his voice softer now. "I believe in your ability to grow from this experience. But remember, the path of a Jedi is not an easy one. It requires discipline, self-control, and unwavering dedication."

Anakin's determination shone brightly in his eyes as he nodded. Ahsoka mirrored his nod, her unwavering resolve evident.

"You can count on us, Master," Anakin vowed, his voice brimming with determination.

Obi-Wan's eyes regained a glimmer of hope as he offered them a small smile. "I have no doubt. Now, let's put this on hold and focus on the mission at hand. We've received reports of a notorious bar in the lower levels of Coruscant."

"A bar?" Anakin's curiosity peaked.

"Yes, it's known for attracting bounty hunters and a rather uncivilized crowd. I need both of you to go and investigate. We may get answers to who is trying to assassinate Senator Amidala.”

"Us?" Ahsoka's voice wavered, even to her own ears. "What about you, Master?"

Obi-Wan studied her curiously for a moment before responding. "I'm too recognizable, too easily spotted. Understand, this won't be an easy task, and I'm entrusting both of you to see it through."

Anakin's confident and assured voice broke the silence. "We've got this, Master."

 

* * *

 

Anakin, always eager for a challenge, was already mentally preparing himself for what lay ahead. They knew the lower levels of Coruscant were a breeding ground for all sorts of criminal activities. This mission would test their skills, their ability to work together as a team and show the council they could be trusted.

As they made their way towards the lower levels, Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The dimly lit streets were filled with shady characters, their eyes darting around suspiciously. The air was thick with tension, and she could sense danger lurking in every corner.

Gone were their traditional Jedi robes. Instead Anakin sported a sleek long-sleeved black shirt and dark blue jeans. It was comfortable and practical. Ahsoka on the other hand, was less thrilled by her outfit choice, a choice made by the Jedi Council none the less.

The Togruta stereotype of promiscuity seemed to have been perpetuated, much to Ahsoka's dismay. She found herself donning an outfit that was both uncomfortable and, in her opinion, somewhat insulting. The ensemble consisted of a brown top that exposed her midriff, paired with an excessively short matching skirt.

She hadn’t missed how Anakin's gaze was immediately drawn to her chest the moment he saw her. The snug top she wore accentuated her curves, lifting her breasts to an almost gravity-defying height.

Ahsoka couldn't deny the electric tension that crackled between them when Anakin's gaze lingered on her. It was as if a magnetic force pulled them closer, igniting a fire within her that she struggled to extinguish.

As much as she tried to resist, a part of her reveled in the attention he gave her. It was intoxicating to know that she held this power over him, that her body could darken his sky blue eyes, to almost black. Making his jaw clench in what she could only guess was restraint.

She found herself torn between wanting to explore this undeniable chemistry and fearing the consequences it could bring. They were Jedi, bound by duty and responsibility. Neither one could afford another lapse in judgement.

As they navigated the dark and bustling streets, a heavy silence hung between Anakin and Ahsoka. They walked side by side, their unspoken words echoing louder than any conversation they could have. Each step they took only deepened the tension, a palpable energy that crackled in the air.

Their encounter on the couch had left an indelible mark on their minds, a secret they both acknowledged but refused to confront. It was simpler to bury the truth beneath layers of denial, to pretend that their transgression was nothing more than a momentary lapse in judgment.

From that moment onward, their mental shields had reached new heights, fortified by an unspoken agreement to avoid delving into each other's thoughts. The fear of what they might uncover, the potential unraveling of their carefully constructed facades, kept them at a safe distance.

They tiptoed around the unspoken tension, their conversations skirting the edges of vulnerability without ever truly breaching the fortified walls they had erected. Each harbored a curiosity, a burning desire to understand the other's perspective, but the risk of exposing their own vulnerabilities outweighed any potential reward.

In the silence that enveloped them, their unspoken thoughts echoed loudly. They yearned for connection, for the intimacy they had once shared, but the fear of what they might discover in the depths of each other's minds held them captive. And so, they continued to exist in a delicate dance of avoidance, their mental shields standing as a formidable barrier between them.

"This is the spot," Anakin proclaimed, his steps faltering as he stood before a weathered watering hole. The flickering neon sign dangled precariously, its shattered glass tubes a testament to a past accident never tended too.

"Charming," Ahsoka remarked, her gaze cautiously fixed on the sign's erratic glow, her nose turning up slightly in disdain.

Anakin chuckled, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and mischief. "You know, Snips, sometimes the best adventures start in the most unexpected places."

Ahsoka could sense Anakin's genuine attempt, his earnestness to somehow bridge the gap between them. The use of her old nickname was a testament to that.

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, Skyguy, I hope this adventure comes with a decent drink."

Notes:

Lots of talking in this chapter, but I swear I will make up for it in future ones. Hope you are all enjoying the story so far!

Chapter 6: The Scars We Carry

Notes:

This chapter may contain triggering content for unwanted advances/touching. The scene is minor, however it is present. Please be warned going forward.

They entered the bar, the lively atmosphere enveloping them. The air was thick with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the sound of music playing in the background; Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation as she let herself be carried away by the energy of the place.

Anakin led her to a booth in a corner, away from the bustling crowd. They settled in, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before they both looked away, the awkward tension around them crackled unbearably. Ahsoka desperately tried to find something to say, but it was Anakin who broke the silence.

“We really should order a drink,  to blend in.”

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes returning to his before scanning the room. “That’s a good idea.

Anakin waved down a passing waitress, who approached their table with a friendly smile. "What can I get you two?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth.

Ahsoka glanced at the menu, her mind racing to find a suitable drink. "I'll have a Twi'lek Sunrise," she finally decided, hoping the cocktail may help to distract her from the awkward tension filling the air.

Anakin nodded, his eyes still fixed on the menu. "I'll have a Coruscant Cooler," he said, his voice steady.

The waitress jotted down their orders and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Anakin and Ahsoka alone once again.

Anakin nonchalantly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, drawing Ahsoka's attention like a magnet. As the fabric glided effortlessly over his strong forearms, she couldn't help but notice the inherent grace in his movement. The simplicity of the action, devoid of any deliberate sensuality, only served to intensify its effect.

Ahsoka's gaze became locked onto Anakin's arms, her eyes tracing the contours of his well-defined muscles. In that moment, a whirlwind of memories surged through her mind, an involuntary playback of their indiscretion. Images flickered in her consciousness, vivid recollections of the confusing moment they shouldn’t have shared.

She couldn't help but recall, those very arms pinning her down, his hands securing her wrists above her head, as their eyes locked. The memory of the firmness of his grip, the way his touch had simultaneously conveyed both strength and passion, sent shivers down her spine.

Her thoughts then drifted to the moment when their bodies had pressed against each other, an electric current passing between them. She remembered the hunger in his eyes, how they had dilated black. The mere thought of his lips parting, their breaths mingling, sparked an undeniable warmth within her.

Anakin, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle change in Ahsoka's demeanor. His curious gaze met hers, a question lingering in his eyes.

As he mustered up the courage to say, "Ahsoka, we should talk… " She beat him to it, asserting, "We should focus on the mission."

Another awkward silence filled the air as the waitress returned carrying their drinks on a tray. She placed the colorful Twi'lek Sunrise in front of Ahsoka and the Coruscant Cooler in front of Anakin. Ahsoka took a sip of her drink, the fruity flavors dancing on her tongue.

Anakin took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Ahsoka's. “Sensed anything yet?” He asked.

“Yes, he’s been eyeing me since the moment we arrived.” She replied in a hushed tone.

Anakin's gaze shifted slowly towards the person she was referring to. A rugged Zabrak male, marked by rough features, yellow skin and a scarred face, made his way towards the bar, his eyes fixed on her with an intense curiosity.

Anakin's grip tightened around his drink, his voice maintaining an eerie calmness. "We are faced with two possibilities: either we have been made, or he has a strong desire to fuck you."

Ahsoka struggled to suppress a laugh, nearly choking on her drink as she looked at him. “What in the galaxy did you just say?” Her amusement unmistakeable in her voice.

Anakin's gaze fixed upon her, his voice devoid of any trace of humor. "You have no idea how you look tonight do you?"

“Bad?” She asked with a disbeliefing wave of her hand at her outfit.

Anakin's jaw clenched slightly, a flicker of something crossing his features. "No, not bad," he replied, his voice tight. "You look... stunning."

Ahsoka's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and gratification. Trying to regain her composure, Ahsoka took another sip of her drink, her eyes darting away from Anakin. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible. “If that’s the case, perhaps I should go and talk to him, see if he knows anything.”

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, concern etched on his face. "Are you sure about that? It could be dangerous and we weren’t permitted to bring our lightsabers.”

Ahsoka shrugged, a determined glint in her eyes. "We can't afford to ignore any potential leads. Besides, I can handle myself."

Anakin sighed, reluctantly nodding his head. "Alright, but be careful. I'll keep an eye on you from here."

With a reassuring smile, Ahsoka got up from the booth and made her way towards the bar, where the mysterious Zabrak was now seated. As she approached, she could feel his gaze intensify, his curiosity turning into something more predatory.

"Mind if I join you?" Ahsoka asked, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling within her.

The Zabrak turned to face her, a sly grin spreading across his scarred face. "Not at all. I've been waiting for you to make a move."

Ahsoka found herself in an unfamiliar situation as he gestured for her to sit beside him. Flirting was uncharted territory for her, just like many other things in life. However, she’d observed Anakin's countless attempts at it, so it gave her a glimmer of hope that it couldn't be too difficult, could it?

"So, what brings you here?" Ahsoka asked, trying to steer the conversation away from anything too personal.

He chuckled, his eyes lingering on her. "Just looking for a good time, you know? And when I saw you walk in, I knew my night was going to get a whole lot better." His eyes raked over her body as he continued, “What brings you here?”

Ahsoka forced a smile, her mind racing to come up with a plausible cover story. "Well, I'm just passing through, exploring different planets. Thought I'd check out the local scene."

The Zabrak leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "Exploring, huh? Well, I can show you a side of this planet you've never seen before."

“Well I am actually looking for someone. Perhaps you can help with that?” Her eyes locked with his, as his hand casually found its way around her chair and playing her part, she allowed herself to be drawn in by him.

"Maybe we can help each other," he growled softly, his eyes dropping to her lips.

“Ahsoka .”

It was a warning through the bond, and her eyes fleetingly met Anakin’s. 

"I'm searching for a specific individual—a skilled bounty hunter.” She replied in a hushed tone.

“A bounty hunter? What is a little one like yourself, doing looking for a someone of that profession?”

Quickly, Ahsoka thought on her feet. “I need someone taken care of.”

The Zabrak’s eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Taken care of, huh? Sounds like my kind of job. Who's the target?" He said placing his hand on her bare thigh, gliding it across her smooth orange skin.

Her breath hitched, and panic started to brew inside of her.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin's voice pierced through their bond, laced with a sense of urgency and seething anger. Waves of warning crashed against her consciousness, but she stubbornly pushed them aside. She was close, so close to finding answers.

“Not yet.” She replied back to him.

Ahsoka hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing her words. "The target is of a high calibre.”

“How high?” He asked, his hand getting closer to the base of her skirt.

“A member of the Senate.”

His hand froze, as he met her eyes. Ahsoka held her breath, unsure of how the Zabrak would react to her revelation. The air around them seemed to grow heavy with tension as he processed her words. His grip on her thigh tightened slightly, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"The Senate?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "You expect me to believe that you want me to take out someone from the Senate?"

Ahsoka nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, it's a dangerous task, but the reward will be worth it. I can offer you a substantial amount of credits."

“There is only one hunter I know that has enough balls, for that kind of task.”

“What is his name?” Ahsoka asked a little too innocently.

“I can introduce you, for a price.” His hand dipped below her skirt now, revulsion filling her stomach but she didn’t move away.

Anakin didn’t speak to her through the bond this time, but made his way towards them, his eyes filled with a fury she had never seen before.

“What’s your price?” She asked hurriedly, sensing his approach.

“I think you know what I want.” His voice was low, his hand flicking across her underwear.

“Done, what is his name?”

“Why so eager, Little One. We have only just met.”

Ahsoka felt an overwhelming urge to vomit. Repulsed by his slimy voice and his hands that continued to wander without permission, she pressed forward knowing she had mere seconds left. “Tell me, so we can get out of here.”

A sneer curled around the Zabrak’s lips, “Jango Fett…” He said as Anakin’s fist collided with his face.

The force of Anakin's punch sent the Zabrak sprawling backward, crashing into a nearby table. The commotion caught the attention of other patrons at the bar, who turned to watch the unfolding scene before them.

Ahsoka quickly stood up from her chair, her heart pounding with relief and adrenaline. She glanced at Anakin, who was now standing over the fallen Zabrak, his expression a mix of anger and protectiveness.

Anakin's voice reverberated with a sharp edge as he turned to face her, "The mission was to seek answers, not get a date!"

"Do you seriously believe that's what that was?" She retorted, her voice equally cutting.

The Zabrak, now recovering from the blow, glared up at Anakin with a mixture of anger and surprise. "Who do you think you are, interfering in my business?" he spat, his voice filled with venom.

Anakin's eyes narrowed at the Zabrak, as he gripped Ahsoka's arm tightly. “It’s time to go.” He repeated.

The Zabrak rose to his feet again, anger spilling off him in waves through the force. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” He growled, four friends appearing behind him.

“Why couldn’t we bring our lightsabers again?” Ahsoka asked in a hushed tone as the small crowd started to close in on them.

“Undercover, remember.”

“Right.” Ahsoka replied in a whisper. 

The Zabrak fully to his feet now, sneered at Anakin, revealing yellow stained, cracked teeth. “Sorry mate. Didn’t know she was with someone. You should know though, by the way she was acting, she’s kind of a slut.”

Ahsoka's blood boiled at the insult, but before she could react, Anakin's fist connected once again with the Zabrak’s face. The blow hard enough to already leave a darkening bruise.

“Enough of this, kill these two.” One of his friends spoke and within moments, Anakin and Ahsoka were in the middle of a full blown, bar room brawl.

Chairs were overturned, glasses shattered, and fists flew as Anakin and Ahsoka fought back against their attackers. Without their lightsabers, they had to rely solely on hand-to-hand combat.

Anakin's punches were swift and powerful, landing with precision on his opponents. Their years of training gave them an advantage, allowing Anakin and Ahsoka to anticipate their attackers' moves and counter them effortlessly.

The other patrons were in awe as the duo fought with determination and skill. The atmosphere in the bar shifted from curiosity to excitement as almost everyone got involved. In the confusion, patrons started defending themselves against the unruly punches and thrown tables.

Amidst the chaos, Anakin and Ahsoka fought back to back, their movements complementing each other. They seamlessly covered each other by blocking incoming attacks and retaliating with calculated strikes. The force guided their actions, enhancing their speed and strength.

As the brawl continued, the Zabrak and his friends realized they were no match for the duo. One by one, they were overpowered and left sprawled on the floor, nursing their wounds.

They had almost won, until their original foe pulled out a blaster. He had aimed it directly at Anakin, but as the fight raged on around them, the blaster was jostled, firing a stray shot at Ahsoka.

Anakin saw it coming before she did and instinctively threw his body over hers, crashing them both to the ground, slicing his eyebrow on broken glass in the process. The bolt had found a mark, but luckily it had only struck his shoulder.

Wincing in pain, Anakin swiftly rose to his feet, extending a hand towards Ahsoka. "Time to go, Snips."

She took it, her fingers lacing with his as they made their way through the crowd.

Their adrenaline still pumping, Anakin and Ahsoka maneuvered through the chaotic bar, dodging swinging fists and stumbling bodies. The once lively atmosphere had turned into a frenzy of panic and confusion, as blaster fire rained down upon them.

As they reached the exit, a final wave of thugs lunged towards them, desperate to prevent their escape. Anakin, fueled by his determination to protect them, unleashed a powerful Force push, sending their assailants crashing into the walls and tables, entering the street, they didn’t look back.

The cool nights air felt good against their sweaty skin, but they pressed forward. Their feet pounded against the ground, their hands remained tightly intertwined, refusing to let go. They ran until they could no longer hear the chaos behind them, turning down an empty alleyway they finally stopped to catch their breaths, releasing their grip on each other.

Anakin leaned against a nearby wall, grimacing as his shoulder made contact.

"We need to find a safe place to tend to your wound," Ahsoka said, concern evident in her voice.

Anakin nodded, "Let's head back to the ship. We can patch ourselves up there."

They hurried through the dimly lit streets, their senses heightened and alert for any sign of danger. The adrenaline from the brawl began to fade, leaving behind a sense of exhaustion and the realization of how narrow their escape had been.

Reaching their ship, the familiar sight brought a sense of relief. Ahsoka quickly accessed the medical supplies, grabbing bandages and bacta patches, anything really she could get her hands on.

She led a begrudging Anakin to a chair, getting him to sit, to better access his injuries.

“I need to see the wound better, I could cut the fabric or….” In one swift movement Anakin grabbed the back of his shirt with his good arm pulling it over his head. “Or that.” She added.

The maneuver proved effective, although it did elicit a wince of pain from him. It had been years since she had seen him like this. Anakin’s well defined muscles still glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. Ahsoka couldn't help but be momentarily captivated by the sight before her.

Her gaze traced the lines and contours of his muscular frame, from the broadness of his shoulders to the defined muscles of his chest and stomach.

Ahsoka's focus shifted to his abdomen, where a chiseled set of abdominal muscles formed an alluring six-pack. Yet, it wasn't just the sight of his sculpted physique that caught her eye. Her gaze lingered on the presence of white scars that marred his skin, scars that had previously gone unnoticed. She couldn't help but wonder about the untold tales behind those marks, how he had acquired them and what they meant to him.

As Ahsoka met his gaze, questions forming on the tip of her tongue, she stopped. Anakin’s eyes bore into her, with intense curiosity, a curiosity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Refocusing her attention on the task at hand, her professional demeanor returned, and she moved closer to examine his injury. It was a clean shot through-and-through, fortunately cauterized, unlike some of the shoddy off-market blasters, this had been a decent model. However, there was still significant internal bleeding, evident from the bruising that marred his skin.

“We will have to get you to the healers at the temple, this is definitely beyond my skill set.” She told him.

“It’s fine.”

She met his eyes then, now noticing a jagged cut stretching the length of his right brow, narrowly missing his eye. “How did that happen?” Ahsoka asked, concern written across her face.

“Must have happened sometime in the fight.” He answered back, almost bored, though he watched Ahsoka with interest as she dug through the medical supplies.

Ahsoka grabbed a clean strip of cloth and she began to mop the blood away from his skin. Anakin’s eyes followed every movement Ahsoka made, his gaze lingering on her, noticing the way her brows furrowed with concentration.

Once the wound was clean, her hands went to reach for the bacta patch, but Anakin’s hand lightly grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

She hadn’t realised how close she was standing, almost nestled between his legs. Ahsoka’s eyes met his, a small soft smile spread across his lips.

It was a moment of unexpected intimacy, a vulnerability marked his eyes as he laced his fingers with hers, drawing them to his chest. Anakin traced the first scar with their fingers as he spoke. “I got this scar on Tatooine, crashed my pod racer.” He said with an easy smile.

“This one,” he dragged their fingers lower, across his lower abdomen tracing the much thicker scar, “This one was from the Gundark nest Master Obi-Wan and I fell into. Very sharp claws.” He said with a laugh.

Drawing her nearer Anakin released her hand, he adjusted his position so that Ahsoka could glimpse his battle-worn back. Countless prominent scars adorned his flesh, a chaotic tapestry of pain and resilience. "These marks," he began, his smile fading into the depths of his memories, "are remnants of my time as a slave."

As Ahsoka lightly traced, the marks. She couldn’t quite understand why he hadn’t removed them, they had the technology, he didn’t have to live with the daily reminders of them.

Almost as if reading her thoughts, he spoke. “Each one means something to me. Each one represents something, I don’t want to forget.”  He shifted back to face her then.

She was still nestled between his legs, and the movement made her grip his good shoulder for support.

For Ahsoka that only elicited more questions than answers. As she looked down upon him once more, at the jagged line scarring his handsome face, He smiled again, lacing his fingers with hers once more, pressing them to his cheek.

“And this one Ahsoka,” his eyes met hers with the same vulnerability she’d seen moments before, “this one is yours.”

Notes:

What do you do when you can’t read any fanfiction for over 24 hours because of the DDoS attack? Write more fanfiction of course!

Chapter 7: Insidious Intentions

The holoprojector crackled with energy, casting an eerie glow, the towering presence of Darth Sidious appeared, looming dangerously above his apprentice.

A surge of disgust coursed through him as he looked at his apprentice, bowing before him, their cloak hanging low over their face, concealing their identity. It had been years since he had discovered the mysterious connection between Jedi Padawans Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano and yet progress remained frustratingly elusive.

Sidious had always prided himself on his ability to manipulate and control those around him. But this apprentice, this enigma, had proven to be a challenge unlike any other. The Force flowed strongly within them, and their potential was undeniable. Yet, their loyalty remained uncertain.

"Rise, my apprentice," Sidious commanded, his voice dripping with a mix of authority and malice. The figure slowly straightened, their cloak billowing around them as they stood tall. The apprentice's eyes burned with a hidden fire, a determination that both intrigued and unsettled Sidious.

"You have failed me, once again," Sidious hissed, his voice laced with disappointment. "The Jedi have discover the source of our plot, and it will only be a matter of time, before the clone wars begin."

The apprentice's gaze hardened, their voice filled with defiance. "I have done everything you asked, my Master. I have infiltrated the Jedi Order and planted seeds of doubt among their ranks. But their resilience is greater than anticipated."

Sidious's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You underestimate their strength, their unity. The Jedi are a formidable force, but they can be broken. We must find a way to exploit their weaknesses."

The apprentice's lips curled into a sly smile. "I have a plan, my Master. A plan that will strike at the heart of the Jedi Order and leave them vulnerable. We will turn their own against them."

Sidious's interest piqued, his voice laced with intrigue. "Explain."

The apprentice stepped forward, their voice filled with conviction. "I believe that Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano, are more than just a Dyad in the force.”

“More than just a Dyad?” Darth Sidious asked incredulously, as if there could be such a thing.

“Potentially lovers, my Master.”

Sidious's eyes widened in surprise, a twisted smile forming on his lips. "Interesting," he murmured, his mind already racing with the possibilities. "If we can exploit their connection, their emotions, we can manipulate them to our advantage."

The apprentice nodded, their gaze unwavering. "Exactly, my Master. Their bond is strong, and their loyalty to the Jedi Order is undeniable. But love and desire, those are powerful emotions that can lead to betrayal."

Sidious chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Yes, betrayal. The ultimate weapon against the Jedi. If we can sow the seeds of doubt and jealousy between Skywalker and Tano, their unity will crumble, and they will become vulnerable to our influence."

The apprentice's smile widened, a glint of malice in their eyes. "I have already begun planting the seeds, my Master. Anakin's attachment to Ahsoka is well-known, and I have subtly manipulated situations to create tension and doubt. It won't be long before their bond begins to fracture."

Sidious nodded, his satisfaction evident. "Good. Keep up the charade, my apprentice. We must ensure that Skywalker's fall to the dark side is inevitable. With him under our control, the Jedi Order will crumble, and our victory will be assured."

The apprentice bowed, their determination unwavering. "I will not fail you again, my Master. Together, we will bring the Jedi to their knees."

As the holoprojector flickered and faded, Sidious watched the lingering glow, his mind already plotting the next move in their ruthless plan. The Jedi may be a formidable force, but their downfall was imminent. And with his apprentice's cunning and their shared intentions, nothing could stand in their way. The galaxy would soon tremble under the weight of the dark side.

 

* * *

 

Despite their countless appearances in front of the council, Ahsoka's nerves still faltered at the mere thought of it. Obi-Wan stood between his Padawans, pride flowing to them through the Force, a feeling that was noticeably absent from their last meeting.

In moments like these, Anakin had a natural instinct to soothe her through their connection. He projected a wave of calmness to her through their bond, causing a grateful smile to form on Ahsoka’s lips.

Thank you.
Anytime Snips.

“Obi-Wan, track down this bounty hunter, you must.” Master Yoda's voice resonated through the air, capturing Anakin and Ahsoka's attention once again.

"More importantly, discover who he is working for," Master Windu added.

"What about Senator Amidala? She still requires protection," Obi-Wan inquired.

"Handle that, your Padawan will.," Master Yoda declared with finality.

"Anakin, accompany the Senator to her home planet of Naboo. She will be safer there. And avoid using registered transport. Travel as refugees." Master Windu added.

Ahsoka's mind struggled to keep up. Master Windu had referred to a single Padawan, not both of them. And Master Yoda had assigned Obi-Wan without mentioning her name.

"Ahsoka, you are to remain at the temple and continue your lessons," Master Windu stated, sensing her unease.

"Disturbing the holo-footage was. Control your anger, you must learn," Yoda said, locking eyes with her. "Train with me, you shall."

Ahsoka's heart sank as the reality of the situation settled in. She had hoped to accompany Anakin on this mission, to prove herself once again and show that she was capable of handling important assignments. But it seemed that her recent mistake had cost her that opportunity.

She nodded obediently, trying to hide her disappointment. "Yes, Master Windu. I understand," she replied, her voice unwavering despite the storm brewing within her. However, she couldn't figure out if her inner turmoil stemmed from being left out of the latest mission or the thought of Anakin spending all that time alone with Padme.

Obi-Wan glanced at her sympathetically, his eyes filled with understanding. He knew how much Ahsoka longed for a chance to prove herself.  But he also knew that sometimes, the best way to learn and grow was through patience and humility.

"Train with Master Yoda, Ahsoka," Obi-Wan said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "This is an opportunity for you to strengthen your skills and learn from one of the wisest Jedi Masters in the Order."

Ahsoka nodded again, grateful for Obi-Wan's support. She knew that training with Master Yoda would be challenging, but she also understood the importance of controlling her emotions and mastering her anger. It was a lesson she needed to learn if she wanted to become a Jedi Knight.

Anakin spoke then, his voice unexpectedly strained, “After recent events, it will be very difficult to get Senator Amidala to leave the Capital.”

“Anakin, go to the Senate and ask Chancellor Palpatine to speak with her.” Master Windu counselled.

 

* * *

 

“Ahsoka, wait up!” Anakin called.

After leaving the council room, Ahsoka had quickly walked away from both Anakin and Obi-Wan, desperately wanting a minute to herself to collect her thoughts.

She weaved through the crowded halls, knowing Anakin was hot on her tail. She made a left, but unfortunately this hall was almost empty and he quickly caught up to her.

“Hey, what was that about?”

“Can you just give me a minute?” She almost yelled, tears stinging her eyes, her words eliciting curious stares from the few bystanders that were present.

Anakin grabbed her arm, lightly tugging her into an alcove, away from their watchful eyes. “What’s going on?” He asked her, his voice low, yet concerned.

As much as Ahsoka tried to suppress it, anger radiated from her as she met his eyes. “You and I both know what really happened that night and yet I’m the only one being punished for it.” Her words were delivered with an intensity that cut through the air.

Anakin’s jaw clenched, almost imperceptibly as he struggled to keep his own anger in check. "What is it that you wanted me to say?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration. “That I almost…” His gaze momentarily flicked to her lips, a fleeting moment of vulnerability, before he forcefully shook his head, as if trying to dispel the thought.

“Almost what?” She retorted, raising an eyebrow marking in a silent challenge.

Anakin's eyes darted away, avoiding her gaze. "Nothing," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "It doesn't matter."

Ahsoka's frustration grew, her patience wearing thin. “And I am being punished for something, that doesn’t matter.”

“Ahsoka, you know that’s not what I meant.” His eyes returned to her, pleadingly.

Letting out a huff of disbelief, she ignored the knife slowly ripping her apart from the inside. Ahsoka continued, “No Anakin. It doesn’t matter. We are Jedi. We are supposed to adhere to a code, to suppress our emotions and attachments.” She inhaled deeply, trying to stop the lump forming in her throat. “So that night, Anakin, it was a mistake. And now I’m the one paying for it.”

In that moment, her tears started to spill, cascading down her cheeks without restraint. Despite the harshness of her words, Anakin's immediate response was to comfort her. His hand instinctively extended, poised to gently brush the tears away. However, Ahsoka hesitated, taking a cautious step back.

“Ahsoka…” She could hear the pain in Anakin’s voice as he spoke. Every fibre of her being was telling her to make this right with him, to mend the ever growing rift. But her pride won out, as she took yet another step away from him.

“This separation could be good for us.” She murmured. Deep down, she knew it was a lie, a desperate attempt to shield herself from the pain of it all. To protect herself, Ahsoka erected impenetrable walls through their bond, barricading him from the truth.

“Ahsoka…” Anakin tried again desperately, but she had already begun moving away from him and back into the hallway.

“Don’t follow me.” She commanded over her shoulder, as she disappeared into the hall.

 

* * *

 

Anakin's eyes were drawn to the window, his gaze fixed on the world outside as he stood in Chancellor Palpatine's office. The weight of his recent argument with Ahsoka pressed down upon him. Regret gnawed at him, as he replayed their entire encounter in his mind and all the things he’d wished he had said.

“I will talk to her. Senator Amidala will not refuse an executive order. I know her well enough to assure you of that.” The Chancellor had said, bringing Anakin back to the present. 

“Thank you, your Excellency.” He murmured, his mind still wondering to Ahsoka.

“And so, my young friend, they have finally given you an assignment. Your patience has paid off,” Palpatine said, his eyes meeting Anakin’s, “and yet, I can sense something is bothering you.”

“You can sense that, can you?” Anakin tried in vain to smile.

“Yes, the Jedi didn’t invent the power of perception, you don’t get as far as I have in politics without it. What is troubling you?” He asked warmly, his hand lightly gripping his shoulder in reassurance.

Anakin hesitated for only the briefest of moments, desperately wanting to confide in someone. “I had a disagreement with a friend, and she…”

Anakin could see recognition light in the Chancellor’s features, as he enquired, “She? Could this be the Ahsoka, you’ve spoken so much about?”

“Yeah, that’s her.” A small smile forming on his lips at the mention of her name.

Anakin's voice trailed off, his thoughts consumed by memories of their fight once more. The Chancellor's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer, eager to hear more.

"What happened between you two, Anakin?" Palpatine asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Anakin took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the window. "We had a disagreement about our upcoming assignments," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "Ahsoka believes she should be coming with me on this mission, I agree with her, but that wasn’t the Council’s decision." Although it was a half-truth, Anakin hoped it was a believable one.

The Chancellor nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Ah, I see. A difference in assignments can certainly strain a friendship. But remember, Anakin, the Council's decisions are not always easy to understand. They have their reasons, even if we may not agree with them."

Anakin's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of his guilt and frustration evident. "I know, Chancellor. But it's hard to accept when it feels like I'm being separated from someone I care about."

Palpatine's gaze softened, his voice filled with empathy. "Friendships are precious, Anakin. They bring us strength and support in times of need. But sometimes, we must also learn to trust in the greater plan, even if it means temporary separation."

Anakin nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and sadness. "I understand, Chancellor. I just wish I could find a way to bridge this divide between us."

The Chancellor placed a reassuring hand on Anakin's arm. "Patience and time, my young friend. Those are the keys to healing any rift. Give Ahsoka the space she needs, and when the time is right, she will come to you."

Anakin's gaze met the Chancellor's, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Chancellor. Your wisdom always guides me."

Palpatine smiled warmly. "Remember, Anakin, true friendships can withstand the tests of time and distance. Trust in the connection you share with Ahsoka, and have faith that it will endure."

Anakin thanked the Chancellor again before he left his office, his first instinct was to immediately seek Ahsoka out, in an attempt to fix the ever growing tension between them. Instead, he heeded the Chancellor’s advice, Anakin reluctantly turned, making his way to his quarters.

 

* * *

The moment of their departure had finally come. Anakin scanned the vast expanse of the freighter dock, a sea of countless people stretching out before him. The spaceport buzzed with ceaseless activity, as ships of all kinds arrived and left, making it a challenge to comb through the entire crowd.

Obi-Wan and Padme stood side by side, engaged in a hushed conversation. Anakin, however, couldn't tear his gaze away from the multitude of faces, eagerly anticipating her arrival.

To say goodbye.

Yet, as the minutes ticked by, a sense of disappointment began to settle within him.

Ever since they had left the council room, her end of the bond had become sealed shut. This had happened before in the past, yet they had always managed to mend it somehow. This time felt different and Anakin couldn't shake the feeling that Ahsoka was gradually slipping away from him.

“Anakin. Don't do anything without first consulting either myself or the Council.” Obi-Wan spoke, drawing Anakin’s attention back to the mission.

“Yes, Master.”

Obi-Wan redirected his attention to Padme, determination etched on his face. “I will get to the bottom of this plot quickly, my Lady. You'll be back here in no time.”

Padme's gratitude shone in her eyes as she replied, “I will be most grateful for your speed, Master Jedi,” Before she continued, looking up at Anakin. “Time to go.”

His absentminded nod was accompanied by a lingering glance, desperately scanning the crowd for any sign of her presence. Boarding the transport, leaving Coruscant behind, a sinking realization settled in his heart. The painful truth hit him. Anakin wouldn’t see Ahsoka, for who knew how long and the chance to say goodbye, had slipped through his fingers.

With a deep breath, he willingly unlocked the connection between them, pouring out a torrent of apologies that had long been held captive within his mind. Every unspoken word, every regret, he sent forth, desperately hoping that somehow, even against the fortress of her shields, his message would somehow reach her. As they entered hyperspace, he let out one last thought, before he closed their connection.

Goodbye, Snips.

Notes:

So when I tagged ‘Slow Burn’, I really meant it. The next chapter (potentially chapters) will be touching on how they are both dealing with being separated. Future chapters will depict their relationships with other people and how that affects one another through their bond. Although I do have it tagged, I’m just bringing it up as a warning incase anyone has missed that.

Did you like this chapter? Have any comments or feedback? Let me know 😊

Chapter 8: The Distance Between Us

Ahsoka stood alone in her room, the dim lights casting long shadows across the walls. It was a rare moment of respite. She looked at the time, knowing that any moment now, Anakin would be ascending off planet, making the trip to Naboo with the Senator.

Suddenly, an unseen force invaded her mind and instinctively Ahsoka’s mental shields slammed higher in place. A piercing pain exploded within her skull, causing Ahsoka to clutch her temples in agony. The room spun around her as she fought to maintain her balance, her vision blurring and swimming in a sea of disorientation. The relentless assault intensified, each wave of energy driving her further into the grip of the throbbing migraine.

Gasping for breath, Ahsoka struggled to focus her thoughts, to shield herself from this unseen Force. She called upon her training, mustering her inner strength to combat the mental onslaught. But it was persistent, unyielding in their quest.

As the pain intensified, Ahsoka's knees gave way, and she collapsed to the floor. She fought against the urge to surrender, summoning every ounce of her resolve. Sweat dripped down her brow, mixing with the tears of anguish streaming down her face.

Not able to hold on any longer, her mental shields gave way and strangely, the pain was instantly gone.

With a deep breath, Ahsoka steadied herself and reached out through the Force, searching for any lingering presence. To her surprise, she felt him then.

Anakin .

Two words echoed through the bond, two words that hurt more than the mental assault, ever could have.

Goodbye, Snips.

This time, as the tears rolled down her cheeks, Ahsoka couldn't hold back the sobs that wracked her body. The weight of those two words, the finality of them, crashed down on her like a tidal wave. Anakin was leaving, and she couldn't shake the feeling that this goodbye was different from any they had shared before.

Ahsoka wiped away her tears, her heart heavy with a mix of sorrow and confusion. What was Anakin so desperately trying to tell her, that it coursed her physical pain to deny him?

Inhaling deeply, she rebuilt her mental shields, painfully resigning herself to never knowing.

 

* * *

 

Deep in the heart of the Jedi Temple, Ahsoka found herself in the presence of Grand Master Yoda. It was a rare opportunity to receive personal training from the most wise and experienced Jedi Master. Ahsoka felt a wave of insecurity pass through her, knowing the only reason she was granted such an honour, was because of her own short comings.

Both seated on lush cushions, Yoda observed Ahsoka with his piercing gaze, his Force signature, radiating both kindness and wisdom. "Control your anger, you must, young one," Yoda began, his voice filled with gentle authority. "For the path of the dark side, anger paves."

Ahsoka nodded, her expression earnest, knowing the importance of mastering her emotions. "I understand, Master Yoda," she replied her voice small, almost ashamed.

Pulling her into meditation, Yoda begun to instruct her, his voice carrying a soothing melody. "Focus your thoughts, Ahsoka. Find your center, you must. Feel the Force around you, its energy, its flow."

Ahsoka closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she followed Master Yoda's guidance. She allowed her mind to quiet, letting go of the doubts and insecurities that had plagued her. Slowly, she felt a connection forming, a gentle current of energy that enveloped her being.

As she delved deeper into her meditation, Ahsoka could sense the ebb and flow of the Force, like a river coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she had experienced before, but never with such clarity.

"Good, young one," Yoda's voice resonated in her mind, his presence comforting. "Hold onto that feeling, you must, seek out the source of your anger, you will.”

As Ahsoka searched her mind, at first nothing happened. She felt a sense of frustration creeping in, doubting her ability to uncover the source. But Yoda's teachings echoed in her thoughts, reminding her to remain patient and persistent. She allowed the Force to envelop her again, to guide her.

Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka closed her eyes once again, determined to delve deeper into her emotions. She allowed her mind to wander, to seek out the source Master Yoda spoke of.

What immediately surprised her, wasn’t the fact that she saw Anakin, but how she saw him.

His fingers laced with hers, pressing them to his cheek. “And this one Ahsoka, this one is yours.”

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat, her eyes opened instantly as panic surged through her veins. Instinctively she pushed back, her mind racing to make sense of this unexpected connection.

Master Yoda’s voice cut through her unease, soft and calm. “Trust in the Force, you must. Follow the path, it leads, you will.”

Ahsoka found her center, steadying her breath and calming her racing heart, allowing herself to regain her access to the Force.

Anakin’s hands digging into her sides, her own laughter filling her mind. The comforting heat of his arms as they enveloped her, his breath brushing against her lekku.

Rapid images flashed through her then. His laugh, his smile, the way his skin felt pressed against hers. However, the Force wasn’t done showing her whatever it was that she needed to see. A flurry of unsettling images flickered through her mind, each one a haunting reminder of her own reality.

A recollection of their heated childhood arguments burst through her mind. The sight of Ahsoka hurling a textbook at his head in a burst of anger. Anakin's hurtful words resurfaced, a painful reminder that he had once declared he’d rather die, than to be bonded to her.

Ahsoka wanted to pull back from the onslaught of memories, but Master Yoda encouraged her to stay grounded and face her emotions head-on. "Do not shy away from the truth, Ahsoka. Confront your fears and doubts, you must," he urged her on.

Ahsoka took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew she had to do. She allowed the memories to wash over her, acknowledging the pain and hurt they brought. She saw the moments of anger and frustration, the times when they had clashed and hurt each other with their words. But she also saw the moments of laughter and joy, the times when they had shared genuine moments of happiness together.

As the images continued to flicker through her mind, Ahsoka realized that this was the source of her anger. It wasn't just the pain of their arguments or the hurtful words that lingered, but the fear of losing the connection they had. The fear that Anakin's goodbye meant more than just a temporary separation.

Goodbye, Snips.

His voice reverberated within her thoughts, while the Force gently guided her back to herself.

All her transgressions had been laid bare before the Grand Master and as she blinked open her eyes, she had anticipated to see some form of judgement, coming from him. Yet, instead of that, she was met with a gaze filled with genuine understanding, as their eyes met.

“Attachment leads to jealousy. Jealousy to hate and hate to the dark side. Train yourself to let go, of everything you fear of losing, Ahsoka.” His words full of discernment and compassion.

Everything she had attempted to conceal from both the council and herself, her secret longings and haunting fears were now exposed, leaving no room for denial or escape. Yet, in some inexplicable way, Ahsoka had an unwavering trust that Master Yoda would guard her vulnerabilities, never betraying her to another soul.

 

* * *

 

It had been a week of intense meditations with Master Yoda, before Ahsoka had dropped her mental shields, allowing the bond to encircle her once more.

Anakin appeared in the middle of her room within moments, the hum of the connection flowing around them. His eyes immediately met hers, genuine excitement lighting his features. “Ahsoka, I don’t believe it. How are you? Are you at the temple? Are you okay?”

“I’m alright, thank you.” She nonchalantly leaned against the wall.

Anakin's relief was palpable as he took in her composed demeanor. He stepped closer, his eyes scanning her for any sign of distress. "You had me worried, Snips.” He said with a laugh.

Ahsoka couldn't help but smile at his nickname for her. It hadn’t been long since she had heard it, but their short time apart had felt like an eternity. "I'm sorry for causing you so much concern.”

Anakin's expression softened, “God, I’ve missed talking to you. This mission may take longer than anticipated, and I miss…”

Ahsoka abruptly cut him off, her eyes meeting his. “I still think this separation will be good for us,” Anakin’s eyes flickered with confusion as she continued, “I think I need to figure out who I am. Without you and without our bond.”

Anakin's brows furrowed, a look of hurt crossing his face. "Ahsoka, what do you mean? We've always been there for each other. Our bond is what makes us strong."

Ahsoka sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I know, Anakin. But lately, I've been feeling like I'm defined by our connection. I want to discover my own path, my own identity. I need to understand, who I am outside of this." She signalled, between them with her hands.

Anakin's voice was filled with a mixture of sadness and guilt. "I never wanted to hold you back, Ahsoka. I just...I can't imagine my life without you in it. "

Ahsoka's heart ached at his words, but she knew she had to stay strong, she continued. “And that is the problem Anakin, I don’t know who I am, without you.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, as Anakin grappled with his own internal conflict, his jaw clenching. “So that’s it? You’re closing the bond again?” His voice filled with a lingering desperation.

“I have too,” Ahsoka replied, inhaling deeply. “I will always be here Anakin. You only have to call for me.” A smile spread across her lips, lessening the tension in the air. “Just maybe, next time… don’t push as hard.”

 

 

Notes:

Apologies for the shorter chapter this time, it is definitely getting harder to write 2,000 - 3,000 words in a single day (plus editing). But I am really excited for the future chapters I have planned.

Although I have focused a lot on the Jedi code and their strict teachings on attachment, I honestly prefer more of a grey side of the Force, which is definitely something I will be exploring in future chapters. I find that the light and dark side of the force, is too black and white, too restrictive. Human emotions can’t be purely one way or the other and I contribute that way of thinking to the real downfall of the order.

Anyway, a massive thank you to all the comments! I appreciate every single one of them and it honestly keeps me going when I don’t feel like writing!

Chapter 9: Embracing Oblivion

From the earliest days of his childhood, Anakin was tormented by relentless nightmares. These haunting visions had plagued him long before the birth of the bond and long before he was initiated into the Jedi order.

Unsettling images bled into his dreams, twisting his peaceful slumber into a realm of darkness and despair. Anakin would often wake up drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest, unable to shake off the lingering sense of foreboding that clung to him like a shadow. The nightmares were graphic, vividly real, as if they were glimpses into a future he desperately wished to avoid.

Before their separation, in the heart of the Jedi Temple; Anakin would wake as he always had, his body drenched in a sheen of sweat. Nightmarish images had still flashed in his mind, his breath coming out in unequal bursts. But every time , he’d always find Ahsoka laying beside him, concerned etched on her face.

He never questioned and never pondered too deeply into it. Anakin knew in these moments at least, it was he, who had subconsciously reached into their connection, needing her.

They never spoke of it, but as Anakin’s gaze would meet hers in the dark, they would share an unspoken understanding. Ahsoka's presence brought him solace, a sense of calm amidst the storm. She’d clasp his hands in hers, anchoring him back to reality.

During the nights when the haunting images overwhelmed him, Ahsoka would embrace him tightly. Anakin would rest his head upon her chest, his body racked with sobs. In those tender moments, Ahsoka's fingers would stroke his hair, offering a gentle reassurance that her words never could.

They never spoke a word about it, not even in the heat of their anger and frustration, as they flung hurtful words at each other. No, these moments were enveloped in a sacred silence, a silent pact that only two deeply bonded souls could comprehend.

Awakening from yet another haunting nightmare on Naboo, Anakin’s heart raced with a mixture of dread and desperation. His eyelids fluttered open, and his senses immediately sought solace in her comforting presence.

In that fleeting moment between sleep and wakefulness, Anakin's instinctive response was to reach out, to seek the reassurance of her warmth and familiarity. His hand, fueled by an intense longing, yearned to touch her, to intertwine their fingers as they had done countless times before. But to his dismay, as his fingertips extended into the vast expanse of the empty bed beside him, reality dealt a cruel blow.

Ahsoka wasn’t there.

Anakin's heart sank as the realization struck him. The absence of Ahsoka's presence and the closed-off bond between them intensified his feelings of vulnerability and isolation. He lay there, suspended in a moment of solitude, grappling with the weight of his nightmares and the ache of her absence.

The vividness of his dreams had intensified, Anakin found himself trapped in a disorienting state of uncertainty. The nightmares had always been a burden, but the absence of Ahsoka's calming presence magnified their impact.

His dreams had often led him back to Tatooine. The screams of slaves, the cracking of a whip, and the putrid smell of decaying flesh, lingered in his memory. But as time went on, his nightmares took a different turn, focusing on a singular figure: his mother.

Unable to find solace in the empty bed, Anakin rose from his sleep-rumpled sheets. He haphazardly swung a robe around his shoulders, not bothering to tie the strings.

He’d made his way onto the balcony and Anakin discovered himself immersed in the tranquil allure of Naboo. A profound serenity enveloped him, as if a gentle wave of calmness washed over his entire being. The delicate breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of blossoming flowers. In the distance, the harmonious symphony of wildlife created a soothing melody that resonated through the night. The power of the Force resonated strongly on this planet, its presence palpable and undeniable.

Lost in his thoughts, Anakin didn't notice Padme’s approach until she was standing beside him.

"My Lady," Anakin uttered in greeting, though his words carried an unintended air of indifference.

"You've had another nightmare," Padme stated, her words devoid of any question, as her eyes delved into his.

Not too long ago, there existed a time when Anakin yearned for nothing more than to be in her presence once more. However, as his gaze shifted back to the breathtaking vistas of Naboo, he couldn’t help but long for another.

“It was nothing,” Anakin replied, “just a dream.”

Padme's gaze fixated on him, her curiosity piqued. "You're not quite what I expected. You’re different than I thought you would be," she remarked, her tone tinged with intrigue.

“Am I?” Anakin asked, his attention momentarily returning to hers, before looking back into the distance.

Padme’s eyes searched his face, as if trying to decipher the complexity that lay within him. "You carry a burden, Anakin," Padme spoke softly, her voice laced with empathy. "I may not fully understand your nightmares, but I can see the hold they have on you.”

Their eyes met once again, his gaze locking onto the mesmerizing depths of her chocolate-brown orbs, which seemed to sparkle under the moonlit sky. In the absence of their connection, with Ahsoka's comforting presence nowhere to be found, an overwhelming urge consumed him, compelling him to unburden the weight that plagued him.

“The dreams… they are about my mother.” Anakin wavered as he spoke, his pain evident in his voice, “It's like I can hear her screams, feel her fear. Something is wrong Padme, I know it.”

His words hung in the air for a moment and Padme’s expression softened. Her eyes filled with compassion as she reached out and gently placed a hand on Anakin's cheek. Against his better judgement, he leant into it.

"Anakin, I can't imagine the pain you must be feeling," she said softly. "But you're not alone in this. We will find a way to help your mother, I promise."

“How Padme? How can we help her?”

“Well I’m going to Tatooine,” she said a small smile dancing across her lips, “And as my strong Jedi protector, you’re coming with me.”

 

* * *

 

Returning to Tatooine was like revisiting the crucible of where Anakin's journey began. The planet's relentless deserts and twin suns greeted Anakin and Padme in their scorching embrace, reminding him of the hardships he'd endured as a young slave. The arid winds carried echoes of his past struggles, whispering memories of sacrifice, resilience, and a childish yearning for something greater.

As Anakin and Padme walked together on the sandy terrain, he couldn’t help but notice how out of place she seemed in this harsh environment. Padme, adorned in elegant garments, radiated grace, which stood in contrast to the stark surroundings. Her presence, like a beacon of light, drawing in unwanted stares from those they past on the street of Mos Espa.

“Stay close to me.” He murmured, clasping her hand in his.

“You think I can’t handle myself?” She teased, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, Padme leaned in closer to him.

“The people of Tatooine are made of a different sort. They don’t like outsiders.” Anakin said in way of explanation, his eyes scanning the crowd.

Yet, he couldn't help but sense Padme's gaze fixed upon him, the atmosphere subtly shifting. It wasn't the first time he had noticed her lingering gaze in the past few weeks.

It had become a familiar occurrence, Padme watching him. Whether it be in moments of meditation or during intense training sessions, he felt her eyes upon him like a lingering touch, sending a thrill through him. Her gaze seemed to drink in every detail, every move, every muscle, and the unspoken desire in her eyes left him yearning for more.

In the quiet moments of stolen glances and secret touches, Anakin felt a fierce longing for her, a hunger driven only by pure primal instincts and nothing more.

Before his mind could wonder any further, they both stopped in front of an all too familiar Toydarian. Though the sight of his old Slave Master, sent a pang of anger through him, Anakin calmed his mind.

“Need help with that?” He asked his voice steady.

“What?” Watto replied, as he tried to  reconnect two frayed wires on the droid before him.

Wordlessly, Anakin took it. Making quick work of the connections. “I’m looking for someone.”

“Hey give that back!” He barked, before his eyes widened in shock at the realisation that this stranger had fixed his broken droid.

“Shmi Skywalker.”

“What? Wait…” Watto looked between the two, slowly putting the connections together in his mind. “Ani? Little Ani? No… it is you!” He said excitedly.

“My mother.” Anakin repeated.

“Shmi? She’s not mine anymore, I sold her.”

“You sold her?” Anakin asked darkly.

“Business is business, I sold her to a moisture farmer named lars, they got married I think.” Watto noticed Anakin’s eyes darkening, as he quickly continued, “They live on the other side of Mos Eisley.”

 

* * *

 

As they arrived at the Lars' homestead, Anakin's gaze scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of his mother. His heart pounded with a mixture of hope and fear, unsure of what he would find. The stark contrast between the barren desert landscape and the bustling city, left the air feeling too quiet.

Anakin's hand trembled slightly as he knocked on the front door. A mixture of anticipation and anxiety coursed through him. The door swung open, revealing a weathered but kind-faced man in a wheelchair.

The tension in the air was palpable as Anakin introduced himself, “I am Anakin Skywalker, I am here to see my mother.”

The old man hesitated, grief filling his eyes, “Come inside son, we should talk.”

 

* * *

 

As Anakin ventured into the arid wastelands of Tatooine, his heart pounded with fear. The words from Cliegg Lars, echoed in his mind.

“Your mother had gone out early, like she always did, to pick mushrooms that grow on the vaporators.”

He allowed the force to guide him, as his speeder flew through the barren desert landscape.

“From the tracks, she was about halfway home when they took her.”

The twins suns were setting quickly in the sky, he should have come sooner, he should have come the moment the dreams started.

“Those Tuskens walk like men, but they're vicious, mindless monsters.  I don't want to give up on her, but she's been gone a month.”

For an entire month, his mother, the one person who had showered him with unwavering love, had been missing. The weight of his inaction pressed heavily upon him, a disturbing reminder of his failure to protect someone he loved.

After what felt like an eternity of relentless pursuit, Anakin stumbled upon a desolate camp nestled amidst the dunes. Dread gripped his soul as he saw the aftermath of the Tuskens' brutality.

It took Anakin a moment to realise what he was looking at. The tents stood tall, their stakes gracefully intertwining at the apex, a patchwork of assorted fabrics meticulously stitched together. Within each one, a cozy fire danced, casting a vibrant glow that ignited the kaleidoscope of different tones of each fabric.

But it wasn’t fabric.

Anakin's heart froze in horror as he finally comprehended the macabre truth before him. The tents, once a mesmerizing display of vibrant colors, were now revealed to be a grotesque patchwork of human skin, sewn together with a twisted purpose. The warm fire that danced within each tent now took on a sinister glow, casting an eerie light on the horrifying scene.

The realization hit Anakin like a physical blow, his mind struggling to process the unimaginable cruelty that had taken place within the camp. The Tusken Raiders, in their savage brutality, had not only taken lives but had defiled them, turning their victims into a haunting display of their own twisted power.

Anakin's breath caught in his throat, a surge of repulsion and despair threatening to overwhelm him. He knew he had to locate her swiftly; the fires were still ablaze, their return was imminent, and time was slipping through his fingers.

He sensed her then, a faint presence in the Force, a flicker of life amidst the darkness. Anakin pushed aside his revulsion and focused on her. He followed the trail of destruction, his steps quick and purposeful, his lightsaber ignited and ready.

As he moved deeper into the camp, the stench of death and decay filled his nostrils, a reminder of the horrors that had unfolded here. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant howls of the desert wind.

He reached the center of the camp, where a lone figure lay motionless on the ground. It was her. They hadn’t bothered to tie her up, what was the point? Shmi Skywalker was too weak to move.

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of her lying there, vulnerable and defenseless, stirred a mix of emotions within him. Her once vibrant eyes were now dull, reflecting the toll that her captivity had taken on her spirit. He knelt down beside her, his hands trembling.

“Mom…”

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, revealing the bruises and cuts that marred her skin. Anger surged through him, fueling his resolve to free her from this wretched place.

“Mom!” Anakin's voice cracked with desperation as he called out to her, hoping for some sign of recognition. But her eyes remained distant, lost in a haze of pain and suffering.

Carefully, he lifted her frail body into his arms, cradling her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

And then finally, she spoke. “Are you real?”

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he replied, “I’m real Mom, I’m here.”

Her voice had been weak, barely audible, but it was enough to ignite a spark of hope within Anakin. He held her tighter, not wanting to ever let go.

“I’ve come to save you, Mom,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of love and determination.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a glimmer of recognition flickering in her eyes. “Ani,” she murmured, barely above whisper. “My brave boy.”

Anakin's heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of joy and sorrow. He had longed for this moment, to be reunited with his mother, “I have to get you out of here.”

“No my boy, my brave, handsome boy.”

"I won't leave you here, Mom," he vowed, his voice filled with desperation. "I’m going to take you somewhere safe.”

She weakly shook her head, a faint smile still lingering on her lips. “I am complete now.” She reached up and touched his cheek, “I love.. I love..”

“Mom, please.” He begged helplessly. “I can get you out of here… I have to save you.”

A smile touched Shmi’s lips then as she whispered, “You already have.” Her hand fell back to her side, and her eyes closed, as if surrendering to the peace that awaited her.

He held her body close, his tears falling onto her lifeless face. The weight of his grief and the enormity of his loss threatened to consume him.

But as Anakin's pain intensified, so did the anger that brewed inside him. He felt a surge of power that he had never known before, an unsettling and potent energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He wrapped his Mothers body in blankets, and carried her to the speeder. The distant glow of torches pierced the darkness, a haunting reminder of the Raiders' imminent return and he welcomed it.

He welcomed the rage that burned within him, fueling his determination to avenge his mother's suffering. No longer would he be the helpless boy, the victim of circumstance. He would become a force to be reckoned with, a warrior who would bring justice to those who had wronged him and those he loved.

His heart pounded fiercely, his breaths growing shallow, yet rapid. His muscles tensed, and his hands clenched into tight fists. The world around him seemed to blur as a red haze of fury clouded his vision, narrowing his focus to a single, burning desire for retribution and control. It was a potent and overwhelming force, akin to molten lava coursing through his veins, threatening to consume everything in its path.

“Anakin…” Her voice was soft, filled with trepidation.

“Leave, Ahsoka.” He snarled, his eyes locked on the approaching flames that flickered in the distance.

He had sensed the undeniable vibration of their connection, but as anguish swirled within him, he found himself incapable of severing it, unable to repel her presence.

“Anakin…” She attempted once again, but he spun around, his expression fierce. Anakin's once vibrant blue eyes were now darkened, clouded and the sight of them sent an unsettling chill coursing through her entire being.

“Do you know what they did to her?” His words dripping with a venomous intensity.

“I can feel it…”

“Then why are you here?” He bellowed at her, “Leave Ahsoka, let me do this!”

“I won’t leave you Anakin, not now.”

“Ahsoka, I am telling you, I don’t want you here! Kriffing leave!” His words rang out through the night, eliciting the attention of the approaching Tusken Raiders.

Good, the quicker they are here, the quicker it will be over.

“No… Anakin please…”

“AHSOKA, LEAVE!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she took a step closer, defying his command. "I won't leave you, Anakin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't let you do this.”

The approaching sound of the Tusken Raiders grew louder, their presence a stark reminder of the imminent danger and the precipice he was on. As Anakin gripped his lightsaber, his knuckles turned white.

"Anakin, this isn't who you are, please!" Her voice trembled with desperation as tears of panic streamed down her face. "This goes against everything the Jedi stand for."

"The Jedi?" His laugh echoed, ominous and chilling. “Do you think I care about the Jedi right now?”

"Anakin, I know you're hurting," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "But this isn't the answer. Revenge won't bring her back."

His grip on his lightsaber tightened even further. "I don't want revenge," he hissed, his voice laced with a dangerous determination. "I want justice. I want to make them pay for what they did to her.”

"I can't lose you, Anakin," Ahsoka whispered, her voice breaking. "Please, If not for the Jedi, please Anakin, Stop, stop for me.”

In a fleeting instant, a thick cloud of uncertainty enveloped the air. Anakin's body stiffened, his jaw clenched as the weight of indecisiveness bore down upon him. Ahsoka seized onto that moment and instinctively embraced him, her arms wrapping around his neck in a tight, comforting hold.

“Don’t..” Anakin said, but his words lacked conviction, his arms trembling at his sides.

He wanted to push her away, but as she murmured “Please, Skyguy,” against his neck, Anakin’s shoulders slumped, his arms encircling her waist.

Amidst the growing sounds of the Raiders approach, a distinct sound pierced through the chaos of the night, as Anakin's lightsaber dropped to the ground.

 

* * *

 

As Anakin approached the Lars home, his mind was clouded with grief and shock. The first rays of sunlight that painted the arid landscape seemed to mock the darkness that now enveloped him.

Arriving at the homestead, he was met with a scene that felt surreal and disjointed. The sight of Cleigg Lars, his would be stepfather, crying over the loss of his beloved wife’s beaten and bruised body, was a heartbreaking image that etched itself deep into Anakin's soul.

Padme rushing to Anakin's side, her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to offer comfort and support. She cradled him in her arms, trying to shield him from the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him entirely.

The funeral preparations were a blur, like a hazy dream that he could not fully grasp. The act of digging the grave for his mother felt both surreal and cruel, a stark reminder of the impermanence of life and the harsh reality of death. Time seemed to slip through his fingers as he mechanically assisted in the burial, his mind still struggling to come to terms with everything that had happened.

As the day turned into night, and the pain in Anakin's heart refused to subside. He found himself lost in a whirlwind of emotions, grappling with the overwhelming sense of loss and guilt. The visions of his mother's final moments haunted him. He was the chosen one, the person who was meant to bring balance to the Force, and yet he couldn’t even save his own mother.

And Ahsoka, despite their open bond, was nowhere to be found. Anakin yearned for her presence, desperately needing her by his side, but she remained absent. Painfully, absent.

 

* * *

 

Anakin stood alone in the dimly lit repair shed, his silhouette cast against the soft glow of flickering lights. All around him, the air was filled with the scent of oil and metal, the familiar scents of a place he used to called home. Scattered tools lay in an organized chaos, each one a trusted companion in his quest to mend and create.

His focus was unwavering, his eyes trained on the broken shifter he held in his hands. A furrow creased his brow as he assessed the intricate mechanisms within. In moments like this, life felt a little simpler for Anakin. When he was tinkering, surrounded by the hum of machinery, he found a sense of purpose and control.

Lost in fixing the broken shifter, he was momentarily unaware of Padme’s approach. Her soft footsteps barely registered against the noise of the machines, but as she drew nearer, her presence caused a stirring in the Force that caught his attention.

"Anakin," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "I have brought you something to eat.”

His response was childish, yet as he reattached a couple wires, he couldn’t bring himself to care, “I’m not hungry.”

“Ani, you need to eat something?”

Anakin's sudden reaction caught Padme off guard, causing her to take a step back. "Do not call me that," he said firmly, his voice dripping with anger.

"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking..." Padme stammered, her voice filled with regret.

Anakin inhaled deeply, trying to regain his composure and let go of the surge of emotions that threatened to overtake him. He knew that Padmé meant no harm, that she had only used the endearment out of affection for him. But hearing that name again…

"I'm sorry, Padme," he said with a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "I shouldn't have reacted that way. It's just... that's what she would call me." His gaze softened as he glanced back at her.

"I understand, Anakin," she replied softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m here for you, if you need me.”

Anakin did need someone, but she wasn’t here, Ahsoka wasn’t here.

As the emotions surged within him, Anakin struggled to contain the turmoil that threatened to engulf him. He wanted to push Padme away, to distance himself from the pain he felt, but another part also craved the relief of loneliness her presence could provide.

"Padme, you don't understand," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "She's gone, and I couldn't save her."

The weight of losing his mother and Ahsoka’s absence, hung heavy on his shoulders. He felt the sudden burden of being the Chosen One, ladened with responsibilities he could never truly fulfill.

"I'm supposed to bring balance to the Force," he continued, his voice laced with bitterness. "But I couldn't even save her."

Padme’s hand tightened slightly on his shoulder, offering support and understanding. "Anakin, you can't blame yourself for everything," she said gently.

“I should have killed them all.” Anakin's words hung heavy in the air, dripping with bitterness and regret.

“Anakin…” Padme tried.

“No! I should have ripped them apart.”Anakin's voice was filled with a seething anger that sent chills down Padme’s spine. She had never heard him speak with such raw intensity before, and it frightened her.

Her eyes searched his, desperately trying to reach him and then she did the one thing that surprised him, which momentarily brought Anakin back from i himself.

Padme leaned forward bringing her lips to his in a crashing kiss, and for the briefest of moments Anakin hesitated, before he returned it. It was a rush of limbs, both desperately trying to hold each other, touch each other.

The moment consumed them and Anakin’s anger and loss only fueled his desire for her. His hands roamed over Padme's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Their mouths grew more urgent, but Anakin paused, briefly coming back to reality. “This is probably a bad idea.”

“Probably.”

But they didn’t stop. Padme's hands instinctively reached for the drawstring of his pants, and without hesitation, she freed his cock. Anakin, overwhelmed by desire, lifted her effortlessly and settled her onto the workbench in front of him. With urgency, he hiked up her skirt and swiftly tore off her underwear, a movement that left Padme breathless.

As Padme's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, Anakin's desire intensified, but a question burned in his mind. "Have you done this before?" he groaned, feeling the tantalizing friction of his tip against her.

"No," Padme whispered, her voice barely audible against his lips, her breath mingling with his, "you?"

Anakin's confession came without hesitation, "No."

As Anakin entered her, stretching her to lengths that didn’t seem possible, Padme moaned shakily against his lips. The intensity of the moment enveloped Anakin, pulling him deeper into oblivion. Anakin surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensations; the way she touched him, moved with him, how her body reacted to everything he did to her.

Yet, amidst the pleasure, a flicker of awareness stirred within Anakin. The connection he shared with Ahsoka abruptly snapped closed.

But as Padme’s hands dug into his hair, bringing his lips back to hers, he embraced oblivion once more.

Notes:

Sorry for the slower update!
I still want to update super consistently, but everyday isn’t going to be realistic anymore, so I’m going to aim for every two to three days. I know what it’s like to be super fixated on a story, and then the author doesn’t post an update for like a month. I promise I won’t do that!

I tried to jam a lot into this chapter, so hopefully it still came across as fluid and interesting. If you have any thoughts on how I could have made it even better, let me know in the comments.

As for Padme and Anakin, I tried, I really did. I’m so sorry to all the anidala shippers out there, but I personally struggle to write them romantically. I can never get out of my head, the terrible dialogue they had in Episode 2 (I blame the writers on that and not the actors!!). If you did enjoy it, just disregard everything I just wrote. 😅

Hope you all liked the chapter, and if I have missed anything in my editing, please do let me know ❤️

Chapter 10: Wounds That Stay

Notes:

Sorry for the slower update, I am currently writing Geonosis in three separate parts. The next chapter is almost done, yet still needs a lot of work, and part three is slowly getting there. So with any luck the next chapter should be up sooner rather than later.

Yoda's meditation room had begun to feel like a second home to Ahsoka. Everything in it felt serene, from the soft glow of the candles to the gentle hum of the waterfall in the corner. The room was adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the history of the Jedi Order, reminding Ahsoka of the countless Jedi who had come before her.

The door slides open with a gentle hiss, revealing a dimly lit space suffused with a soft, calming light. The entryway to the room was adorned with intricate carvings and symbols representing the balance and harmony of the Force. The walls were made of smooth, warm-toned stone, giving the room a natural and organic feel, far different to the bustling streets of Coruscant.

As she settled onto the plush meditation cushion, Ahsoka closed her eyes, allowing the tranquility of the room to envelop her. Master Yoda had taught her the importance of finding inner peace amidst the chaos, and this room had become her sanctuary, a place where she could escape the weight of her responsibilities and reconnect with the Force.

In the presence of the room's serene energy, Ahsoka's mind began to quiet, and her thoughts drifted to the lessons she had learned from the wise Grand Master. She recalled Yoda's teachings on patience, reminding herself that the path to enlightenment was not a sprint but a lifelong battle. The room seemed to amplify her connection to the Force, allowing her to feel its ebb and flow, guiding her towards a deeper understanding of herself and her place.

Lost in the serenity of her meditation, Ahsoka remained blissfully unaware of Master Yoda's presence until his gentle voice broke through the air.

“Good, Young One. Complete your lessons with me, are.” Ahsoka’s eyes flattered open, and was greeted by Master Yoda’s kind expression. “Ready you are, to rejoin Master Obi-Wan.”

Ahsoka smiled, grateful for the guidance and wisdom of the Grand Master. She nodded, "Yes, Master Yoda," she replied, her voice filled with determination. "I believe I am ready.”

Master Yoda's eyes twinkled with pride as he observed the young Padawan. "Strong in the Force, you have become, Ahsoka," he said, his voice filled with affection for his student. "But remember, the Jedi path, struggles there is. Stay true to your principles, and the Force will be with you.”

 

* * *

 

The stars streaked into blurs of light as Ahsoka Tano stood in the cockpit of her starship, as it navigated through the vastness of hyperspace.

She had re-read the data pad before her, hundreds of times. Trying to prepare herself as much as possible for the mission.

Obi-Wan had tracked the Bounty Hunter to an unknown planet in the Outer Rim, called Kamino. Like anything Obi-Wan did, the report was thorough, detailing not just the mission but the new alien life forms he’d encountered, to the planets tall cities and watery terrain.

What had shocked Ahsoka originally, was learning of the existence of the Clones, an army of them to be exact. She had never heard of such a thing and hadn’t thought anything like that could have ever been possible. Now, she was travelling to Geonosis to rendezvous with Obi-Wan. Something seemed off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

But as she re-read all the information for the countless time, it all seemed to blur into one. Instead, she allowed her mind to wander.

Her seven-day journey was drawing to a close and Ahsoka let herself lightly prod the bond she shared with Anakin, something she had done quite often in the last few days. The allure of space travel had lost its lustre very quickly into her journey and she found herself becoming restless.

Ahsoka sensed the connection, the bond she had deliberately buried deep within her thoughts, and she delicately reached out to it.

Ahsoka's senses were suddenly overwhelmed by a torrent of rage and despair. Disturbing images, akin to scenes from a chilling holofilm, unfurled vividly within her consciousness. Anakin stood solitary amidst a haunting landscape of death, his presence shrouded in an eerie stillness.

Yet, a question lingered in Ahsoka's mind: What was he waiting for?

Then she knew.

As the bond grew in its intensity, Ahsoka latched onto it, allowing her shields to fall closed and the hum of the Dyad to envelop her.

“Anakin…” He didn’t feel like himself, the light that surrounded him, was now a dark shadow, clouding him from her.

“Leave, Ahsoka.” The harshness of his words, made her flinch, but she stood her ground.

She could feel him, painfully trying to sever their connection, trying in vain to push her out of his mind.

“Anakin…”

“Do you know what they did to her?” 

“I can feel it…”

“Then why are you here?” He bellowed at her, “Leave Ahsoka, let me do this!”

“I won’t leave you Anakin, not now.” 

“Ahsoka, I am telling you, I don’t want you here! Kriffing leave!” His words rang out through the night, and she saw him turn his head in the direction of something she couldn’t see.

Good, the quicker they are here, the quicker it will be over.

“No… Anakin please…” She tried in vain to send calming thoughts through the bond, but he whipped them away instantly, as if he was batting away an annoying fly.

“AHSOKA, LEAVE!”

"I won't leave you, Anakin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't let you do this.” She felt him slipping away and she was desperately trying to grasp onto him, through their bond. Everything good about him, fading like a distant memory.

As Anakin withdrew his lightsaber, holding it so tightly his knuckles turned white, terror coursed through her entire being.

"Anakin, this isn't who you are, please!" She could hear her own desperation, as the tears rolled down her cheeks, she continued. "This goes against everything the Jedi stand for!”

"The Jedi?" His laugh echoed, ominously, sending a chill down her spine. “Do you think I care about the Jedi right now?”

"Anakin, I know you're hurting,"Ahsoka could hear her own desperation in her voice as she continued, "But this isn't the answer. Revenge won't bring her back."

This wasn’t Anakin, something had a hold on him. She could almost sense the dark tendrils wrapping themselves tighter around him.

"I don't want revenge," he hissed, "I want justice. I want to make them pay for what they did to her.”

Tears rolled freely down Ahsoka’s cheeks as her voice broke, “Please, If not for the Jedi, please Anakin. Stop, stop for me.”

The tendrils of darkness retreated slightly and a thick cloud of uncertainty enveloped him. He felt more like Anakin again, her Anakin. Ahsoka seized onto that and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Don’t..” He said, but the word held no real meaning.

“Please, Skyguy,” She said against his neck.

It felt like an eternity before Anakin’s shoulders slumped, his arms encircling her waist, his lightsaber dropping to the ground.

He sunk to his knees then and Ahsoka went with him. Cradling him in her arms, as he buried his head against her chest.

“I’m here Anakin, I will always be here.”

 

* * *

 

As Ahsoka's starship touched down on the harsh and desolate surface of Geonosis, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gripped her. The barren landscape stretched out before her, a stark contrast to the bustling life of the Republic she was accustomed to. Little did she know that her arrival had been anticipated.

With her lightsaber firmly in hand, Ahsoka had begun to explore the deserted planet, trying in vain to track Obi-Wan’s location. But any communication she made, was met by silence. Every step she took seemed to echo through the emptiness of rubble and stone, amplifying her sense of vulnerability.

The scorching sun beat down on Ahsoka as she ventured deeper into the unknown. As she continued her search, Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional gust of wind that swept through the abandoned craves. It was as if the very essence of life had been sucked out of the planet, leaving behind only a hollow shell.

Suddenly, a faint sound caught Ahsoka's attention. She froze, her senses heightened as she strained to identify the source. It was a soft whisper, carried by the wind, but it was unmistakable. Someone or something was watching her.

Ahsoka's grip tightened on her lightsaber as she cautiously moved towards the sound. As she rounded a corner, Ahsoka found herself face to face with twenty or more battle droids.

Ahsoka's lightsaber blazed to life without a moment's hesitation, her determination was evident, as she readied herself to confront them. However, an icy shiver cascaded down her spine, sending a wave of unease through her, as the foreboding words echoed from the shadows behind her.

"We expected more Jedi to come, but a Padawan? Now that's unexpected," the voice taunted, its laughter piercing the air.

Startled, Ahsoka swiftly pivoted to face its source. Yet, before she could even raise her guard, a surge of electricity erupted from the coated figure's fingertips, striking her directly in the chest. The force of the impact sent her flying backwards, her world instantly going black.

 

* * *

 

Awaking, Ahsoka's heart pounded in her chest as she found herself trapped within the eerie glow of the Geonosian containment field. The energy hummed with a malevolent power, surrounding her in an invisible prison that sapped her strength and left her unable to move. She had been caught her off guard, and now she was at their mercy.

Struggling against the unyielding force of the containment field, she reached out with the Force. Ahsoka attempted to break free, but the energy of the field resisted her efforts, like a suffocating blanket that dampened her connection to the Force.

Beside her, in his own containment was Obi-Wan. A grim expression on his face. “Are you alright?” He asked her, his voice low.

“I think so…” She replied, but she felt weak, whether it was from her containment or from the Force, Ahsoka wasn’t sure. “Master, Dooku…”

“I know.” He cut her off, “He’s building a droid army, for what, I am not sure.”

Ahsoka struggled again feebly against her invisible restraints but it was no use. “War, Master I can feel it.”

Obi-Wan didn’t respond to that, deep down he knew it was true, yet Dooku’s motives eluded him. “I sent out a transmission to Anakin, I am unsure if it reached him. They must have jammed all transmissions the moment they knew I was on world.”

A long silence spread between them before Obi-Wan spoke again, “Can you reach him?”

Ahsoka prodded the bond, it was there but it was weaker than she had ever felt before. “I can feel him, but I can’t make a connection.”

“Keep trying Ahsoka, these containment fields are designed to weaken our abilities, but our connection to the Force cannot be broken entirely. We can still use it, you just have to focus.”

“I’m trying Master, I am.” Ahsoka replied, trying not to let frustration leak into her words.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the bond she once found so easily to access seemed to evade her, every time she tried to touch it.

She still felt him, she always felt him. Even when their bond was sealed shut, she could always sense trickles of him through the force. But now, as she desperately tried to grasp hold of him in her mind, his essence moved further and further away from her.

His emotions, she could still feel. His pain, his anger, his fear. They were all swirling around her, overwhelming her senses. But she couldn't reach him, couldn't connect with him on a deeper level.

Ahsoka closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She focused all her energy on breaking through the containment field. She delved deep into her training, drawing upon every ounce of her Jedi abilities. The Force flowed through her, guiding her, urging her to persist.

As she reached out once again, she felt a flicker of something. Anakin's presence, faint but unmistakable. It was as if a tiny spark had ignited within the darkness.

Ahsoka seized upon that spark, she visualized a thread of light connecting her to Anakin, weaving through the barriers that separated them. She pushed past the resistance, refusing to stop.

And then, in a moment of pure clarity, their connection was restored but it was weak. It flickered in and out, as she desperately tried to grasp hold of it.

It felt like she was underwater, the image before her blurry and out of focus.

She strained her eyes, trying to make sense of the distorted shapes and colors that danced before her. The once vibrant connection they shared now seemed distant, like something fragile hanging by a thread. With every flicker, her heart sank deeper.

As she reached out, her trembling fingers brushed against the ethereal essence of their bond. It was as if she was trying to catch a fleeting memory, desperately clinging to the weakened connection.

The strength of the containment field was formidable, causing a distortion to their connection and preventing her from fully reuniting with him in the Force. Yet, she could still sense his presence, an unmistakable essence that belonged solely to Anakin.

Her concentration fixated solely on him.  Ahsoka remembered the contours of his face, the warmth in his eyes, and the familiar curve of his smile.

Summoning every ounce of strength within her, she closed her eyes and focused on the sound of his voice, the echo of their laughter, and the shared memories that had woven their souls together. Slowly, the flickering began to subside, replaced by a steady glow that radiated from within.

With each passing moment, the image before her began to sharpen, slowly emerging from the depths of obscurity.

When their connection finally hummed, it was bittersweet. A rush of joy filled Ahsoka, as her eyes fell onto his back, her hand had reached out almost to touch him and then she stopped.

They were the blur, that she had desperately tried to latch onto. They were intertwined, moving together. Their moans filling the air, as Ahsoka in disbelief, tried to understand the sight before her.

Then it hit her.

An undeniable ache spread throughout her entire body, it moved slowly, carelessly, ripping apart everything she had thought she’d known

Ahsoka’s memories were now nothing more than a haunting reminder; the way his hands entwined with hers, how Anakin watched her intensely, the way his warm breath tickled her lips. Now, these memories were nothing more than a painful reminder of something that could never have been, and what could never be.

Disgust and pain filled her, as she watched Anakin driving into another woman, pleasuring her, holding her, wanting her. His own pleasure, seeped into Ahsoka, across their bond. It was to much, the intensity of their connection amplified every touch, every sensation.

Tears stung her eyes, as she closed the fragile connection, unable to see or feel it anymore.

“Did you reach him?” He asked.

“No, I lost it.” She replied her voice hollow, hoping he would see her tears as nothing more than mere frustration and not the painful truth ripping apart her inside.

“Let’s just hope my transmission did.” Obi-Wan said.

Notes:

Ahsokas trip through hyperspace is an estimated guess, I couldn’t find anything in my research that would indicate how long the travel time would be, if anyone knows the answer please let me know.

I know Ahsoka and Anakin's force bond is kind of a rehash of the last chapter, but I just wanted to add it for timeline context.

Ahsoka’s capture is very quick, but keep in mind she is still a Padawan and this is her first encounter with a Sith Lord/Darkside user.

Chapter 11: Together As One

As they lay there across the dirty floor of the repair shed, their bodies still entwined, a heavy silence settled between them. After their release, the air felt charged with regret and uncertainty, each lost in their own thoughts. What they had shared moments ago, passionate and fleeting, now hung over them both like a shadow.

As Anakin rolled off her, Padme grabbed her top to cover herself, her gaze avoiding his. The intimacy they had just experienced was now replaced by a sense of unease, an unspoken realization that they had crossed a line they shouldn’t have.

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to find the right words to break the silence, but words escaped him. Guilt gnawed at his conscience, knowing that what they had just done, was a mistake.

In that moment, the room felt suffocating. The walls seemed to close in, as Anakin tried to unravel in his mind what they had done.

As they dressed, their movements were slow and deliberate, as if prolonging the inevitable. The passion that had ignited between them moments ago was now replaced by a sense of emptiness, a void that seemed impossible to fill.

Their eyes met briefly, a fleeting glance of recognition and sadness. They both knew that they had allowed their desires to cloud their judgment, and now they were left to grapple with the consequences of their actions.

As they finally finished dressing, a weight hung heavily upon their shoulders.

With a heavy sigh, he finally found the courage to speak. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice laden with regret.

Padme nodded, “I’m sorry too,” The regret was etched across her face as she continued, “I guess we just got carried away?”

Anakin could hear the sense of hope that lingered in her words, but he couldn’t, they couldn’t. “Yeah I guess so.”

She nodded again, her eyes searching his, for what he wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, Padme mustn’t have found what she was looking for. “I’m going to head back to the ship.” She told him with a small sad smile.

Anakin watched as Padme left, disappearing into the darkening night. Alone again, Anakin couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

Yet the repair shed seemed colder now, the air thick with the remnants of their shattered connection. Anakin knew that he had to face the consequences of his actions, but he also knew that he had to be honest with himself and with Padme.

He stood there for a moment, contemplating his next move, before finally gathering the courage to follow her. He knew that he had to talk to her, to apologize to her, to somehow make this right.

Padme stood by the ship, her eyes fixed on the fast setting horizon. When she saw Anakin approaching, she turned to face him, her expression a mix of sadness and uncertainty. They stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of their actions hanging heavily between them.

Anakin took a deep breath, his voice filled with sincerity as he spoke. "Padme, I'm sorry for what happened.“

Padme's eyes filled with disappointment, but she nodded slowly. "I understand, Anakin.”

Anakin reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I care about you, Padme, but I am a Jedi. Attachment is forbidden and I can't give you what you deserve.”

Padme's gaze met his, and her lips pressed into a thin line. "It’s not that Anakin.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “The way you looked at me, it was as if…”

“As if what?” He asked, his brows knitting in confusion.

“This is going to sound silly,” Padme laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. “It was as if you wished I was someone else.”

Confusion etched deeper onto Anakin's face, the silence between them stretching on.

Before he could ponder further into it, the beep on the com-link broke through the air. “I should get that.” He whispered softly, moving inside the ship.

 

* * *

 

Under the relentless sun of Geonosis, the Petranaki arena stood like a giant colosseum, its towering spires casting long shadows over the red sandy ground below. The air was thick with tension as thousands of spectators, including Geonosian elites and Separatist leaders, eagerly anticipate the brutal spectacle about to unfold.

At the core of the arena, the Jedi stood resolute. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, their hands firmly restrained by chains that reached from their wrists to the pinnacle of the pillar they were tethered to. Another pillar stood empty, awaiting its next victim. 

Their bodies ached from the strain of being held captive for days, how many? Neither one was sure. Their muscles weakened by the lack of food and the very little water they had received. The relentless sun beat down upon them, intensifying their discomfort and draining their energy further. Yet, despite their physical weakness, their spirits weren’t broken.

Obi-Wan's eyes scanned the arena, searching for any sign of hope or opportunity. He knew that their survival depended on their ability to find a way out of this dire situation. Ahsoka, her determination unwavering, kept her focus on the task at hand, refusing to let discomfort cloud her judgment. 

There was a creak of wood, as one of the large gates surrounding the area opened, revealing a shackled Anakin being led by several Geonosian guards.

Anakin's arrival brought a mix of relief and concern to Obi-Wan. Relief, because he knew they were not alone in this situation, and concern, because he feared for Anakin's safety and the potential consequences of his impulsive actions.

"Sorry I'm late." He said, with his trademark smirk.

Obi-Wan couldn't help but let out a sigh of exasperation. "I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten my message,” annoyance filled his voice as he continued, “Anakin, you were meant to send for help, not join us."

Anakin shrugged his shoulders, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I did, I retransmitted your message, as you requested, then I came to save you both."

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with sarcasm. "It looks like you're doing a good job so far."

As if on cue, a Geonosian flew up, securing Anakin's chain to the top of the pillar. Anakin winced slightly, feeling the weight of his predicament. His eyes flickered to Ahsoka, hoping to catch her gaze, but she refused to meet his eyes, her focus locked on the imminent danger surrounding them.

Obi-Wan's attention shifted back to Anakin. "Where is Padme?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice.

Anakin's gaze turned upward for a moment, his voice tinged with worry. "She's in the stands with the separatists. They have something different planned for her."

The gravity of the situation sank in deeper for Obi-Wan. He knew they had to find a way to escape and protect Padme from whatever fate awaited her. But for now, they were bound by chains, their options limited. 

While Anakin tried to catch Ahsoka’s gaze, she rather pointedly ignored him. “Ahsoka..”

Interrupted, a booming voice from an announcer echoed through the arena, capturing the attention of the spectators. "The felons before you have been convicted of espionage against the Sovereign System of Geonosis. Their sentence of death is to be carried out in this public arena henceforth."

A cheer erupted through the crowd, their bloodlust fueling their excitement. The Jedi exchanged determined glances, their resolve unshaken. 

“Let the executions begin!” As the announcer's voice boomed through the arena, two of the three large gates slowly opened. 

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Anakin mumbled.

Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake, and the crowd erupted into a deafening cheer. Through the haze of heat, a tiger-like beast emerged from the shadows. Its eyes glinted with a fierce intelligence, and its razor-sharp claws dug into the sand, as it watched the captive Jedi. 

Obi-Wan's heart sank as he recognized the creature. It was a Nexu, a deadly predator known for its speed and ferocity. He knew that their chances of survival were slim.

“Okay, I'm just going to take this opportunity to say, that we can survived this if we work together." Obi-Wan’s eyes met Anakin’s meaningfully.

Ahsoka nodded, her eyes never leaving the Nexu. "Agreed. But we also need to focus on getting out of these chains."

Anakin's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. "And what about the Nexu?"

Obi-Wan sighed. "Yes, we will have to deal with that too.”

Suddenly, a loud growl cut through the air and all eyes shifted up to the top of the arena. A Reek appeared out of the shadows, a strong, angry creature, whose tusks curved outward from its snarling face. Its beady red eyes were locked onto Anakin, as it charged forward with lightning speed.

The crowd erupted into screams and cheers as the battle started to unfold in front of them. The Jedi braced themselves for impact as the Reek lunged at them. But despite its ferocity, Anakin was prepared. 

With a swift motion, Anakin used the Force to push the Reek back, causing it to stumble and crash into the pillars beside him. The controlled impact shook the chains that bound Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, loosening them just enough for them to break free.

As the Reek recovered and charged again, Obi-Wan and Ahsoka drove out of the way, feebly evading its attack.

Anakin, still chained to the pillar, watched the battle unfold with frustration. He strained against his chains, desperately trying to break free and join in the fight. With a surge of determination, he tapped into the Force, channeling his energy into one final attempt to break the chains.

With a loud snap, the chains shattered, freeing Anakin from his captivity. He wasted no time, rushing to aid Obi-Wan and Ahsoka in their battle against the Reek. Together, the three Jedi fought along side each other.

As the Reek's strength began to wane, the Jedi seized the opportunity to deliver a final blow. With a synchronized Force strike, they incapacitated the creature, leaving it motionless on the sandy ground. The crowd fell silent, their cheers turning into murmurs of disbelief.

But there was no time to celebrate, the Nexus who had still circled them during the battle, now saw its opportunity to strike diving towards Ahsoka’s back.

Sensing the danger, Anakin turned swiftly grabbing the monster in mid-air, and without a second thought, snapped its neck.

“Anakin..” Obi-Wan said, exasperated.

“What? It was going to kill us?”

“That may be the case, but that was rather uncivilised.”

Ignoring his master, Anakin looked over at Ahsoka, “You okay, Snips?”

“Fine.” She replied bluntly, with an air of annoyance.

Anakin frowned as Ahsoka’s eyes met his with a steely gaze.

"Impressive, Jedi. But the real test is yet to come." The Announcer said, their voice echoing through the arena.

The Petranaki arena roared with the frenzied chants of bloodthirsty spectators, the ground trembling once again beneath the Jedi’s feet. Suddenly, the arena's third and final gate creaked open.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the massive beast emerged from its dark lair, its hungry eyes fixated on the three Jedi standing across the other side of the arena. It took them a moment to realise what the where seeing, a monstrous creature with hulking limbs and razor-sharp teeth - a Rancor.

The Rancor's deafening roars echoed throughout the arena, sending chills down the spines of those who witnessed the terrifying sight, yet they still cheered it on.

“I told you.. I kriffing told you.” Anakin spoke in uttered astonishment and awe.

“Told me what?” Obi-Wan asked puzzled.

“We should have studied Rancors.”

“Can we focus on the task at hand.” Ahsoka snapped, panic filling her voice.

As the Rancor charged, the Jedi leapt apart to avoid its massive grasp. With instincts honed by years of training, they moved in unison, searching for any weakness they could exploit to survive this deadly encounter.

Anakin and Ahsoka ducked and weaved, using their acrobatic abilities to stay just out of reach of the Rancor's deadly claws. Obi-Wan relied on his mastery of the Force to enhance his agility, narrowly evading the creature's devastating strikes.

Despite their resourcefulness, the Rancor's sheer size and strength were overwhelming. Each of its powerful movements sent tremors through the arena floor, making it difficult for the Jedi to maintain their footing.

As they fought, the spectators cheered with bloodthirsty excitement, reveling in the spectacle of the Jedi's struggle for survival. But for Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka, there was no room for distractions. They had to focus entirely on the Rancor before them, as a single misstep could be their last.

Through the chaos Obi-Wan's voice rang out, "We need to find a way to outwit this beast and escape the arena."

Anakin nodded, his eyes never leaving the Rancor's movements, "Agreed. Let's use the environment to our advantage."

“We can use the walls!” Ahsoka shouted, diving out of the Rancors grasp.

With that, they started to lead the Rancor towards the arena's edge, where large boulders and debris were scattered. They knew they had to find a way to incapacitate the creature, as facing it head-on would be futile.

As the Rancor charged once more, Anakin veered towards the wall, dodging the creature's attack with a nimble roll. Obi-Wan followed suit, luring the Rancor closer to the scattered debris.

In a moment of desperation, Ahsoka levitated a large boulder and heaved it towards the Rancor's leg, successfully causing the creature to stumble. Seizing the opportunity, Obi-Wan used the Force to grab more debris, creating a makeshift barrier between them and the Rancor.

With the creature temporarily blocked, the Jedi made a break for the arena's only exit, the exact way the Rancor had come in. Their hearts pounded with adrenaline, knowing they had to reach safety before the Rancor could break through the debris barrier.

As they sprinted towards freedom, it slipped away from them. The gate closed with a resigning thud.

Their hearts sank as they realised they were trapped inside the arena with the relentless Rancor. Panic and urgency gripped them, but they couldn't afford to lose their focus. They had to find another way to escape.

"We need to find another exit," Obi-Wan said, scanning the arena's walls for any openings.

Anakin's eyes darted around, searching for a solution. "There must be a way out. Keep moving!"

With the Rancor relentlessly pursuing them, the Jedi frantically searched for an alternative escape route. Ahsoka spotted a narrow gap between two towering walls and shouted, "Over there! Follow me!"

They sprinted towards the gap, their hearts pounding with each step. The Rancor's roars echoed behind them, driving them forward with a surge of adrenaline.

As they reached the gap, the Rancor merely jumped over them, his mouth curving into a sneer, their escape blocked once more.

As the colossal Rancor stood before them, its fierce eyes fixed on him with a predatory hunger, Anakin knew he had to do something, anything.

That’s when it hit him.

Traditional methods of pacification might not suffice, with its immense size and strength, the creature posed a formidable challenge, but Anakin was not one to shy away from a daring opportunity and he had to try something.

Drawing upon his deep connection with the Force, Anakin delved into the technique of Beast Control, he extended his hand shakily towards the monster.

In the arena, the crowd's cheers turned into hushed murmurs as they watched the Jedi, not understanding what was happening.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Anakin projected a wave of calm and empathy through the Force, attempting to establish a connection with the wild creature. He understood that it was not about overpowering the Rancor, but rather, finding harmony and understanding between them.

As he delved deeper into the Rancor's mind, he sensed its instinctual aggression and fear, a reflection of its captive and tormented existence. Anakin empathized with the creature's plight, seeking to ease its suffering and show that not all beings were its enemies.

However, the Rancor roared deafeningly, rejecting the fragile connection he had made.

Instinctively, Ahsoka stepped to his side, grasping his hand with hers, extending her other towards the Rancor.

Together, their combined strength and compassion created a powerful force of unity. Ahsoka's presence added a sense of tenderness and understanding that resonated with the Rancor, causing it to pause in its aggressive stance.

With their hands intertwined, Anakin and Ahsoka channeled their energy into a shared Force projection, enveloping the Rancor in a soothing aura. They projected images of freedom, of open fields and lush forests, where the creature could roam without fear or captivity.

Slowly, the Rancor's roars softened, its eyes losing their predatory glare. It seemed to recognize the genuine intentions of the Jedi, sensing the possibility of a different life beyond the confines of the arena.

Anakin and Ahsoka continued to pour their energy into the connection, their determination unwavering. They sent waves of reassurance and understanding, assuring the Rancor that they were allies, not adversaries.

As minutes turned into what felt like an eternity, the Rancor's aggression subsided completely. Its massive form slumped slightly, as if a weight had been lifted off its shoulders.

The crowd, once filled with anticipation, now erupted in jeers, their wings flapping angrily, unknowingly drawing the attention of the beast.

The Rancor fixed its eyes on the Geonosians, his captors. A low growl rumbled from deep within the Rancor's chest, a warning to the Geonosians who had tormented him for so long.

As the Rancor's gaze remained fixed on the Geonosians, the crowd's jeers turned into nervous murmurs, their confidence waning in the face of the Rancor's newfound freedom. The Geonosians, realizing the danger they were in, scrambled to escape, to fly away.

But before they could make their move, the Rancor let out a thunderous roar, shaking the very foundations of the arena. The ground trembled beneath the feet of the Geonosians, causing panic to spread among them.

With a swift motion, the Rancor lunged forward, its massive claws tearing through the air. The Geonosians scattered, desperately trying to evade the creature's wrath. But the Rancor was relentless, its movements fueled by years of captivity and mistreatment.

Ahsoka watched in awe as the Rancor exacted its revenge, diving into the crowd and ripping apart any and everything it could get its hands on.

“We did it.” Anakin said breathless, sending a reassuring squeeze through their intwined fingers.

Coming back to herself, Ahsoka quickly pulled her hand away from his, causing a look of concern to spread across his face. “Ahsoka?”

Once again, the gates groaned open, unleashing a torrent of Destroyers into the arena, swiftly encircling the trio.

“Don’t you understand my friends, there is no escape. You are merely prolonging the inevitable.” This time is was Dooku’s voice ringing through the grounds, “Kill them.”

Notes:

See? I kept my promise!

My last few chapters have been a little angsty, so I did try and lighten it up a little bit this time. But there will be more angst to come, sorry!

If you liked the story and the changes I’ve made to include Ahsoka into the battle of Geonosis so far, let me know!

Any constructive feedback, let me know that too 😊

Chapter 12: Planting The Seeds

“Kill them.”

The trio found themselves cornered as the destroyers menacingly readied their guns, the absence of their deflector shields was only an added insult to their situation.

“There was no way out, why waste the energy.” Anakin thought bitterly. 

In that critical moment, Anakin's mind raced through a maze of choices, each one leading to vastly different outcomes.

Anakin's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins. He locked eyes with Ahsoka, a torrent of emotions crashing through him. In that split second, he saw their past, their present and the slim possibility of their future, as time slipped through his fingers.

What do you say to someone when you’re about to die?

He didn’t know.

Instead, Anakin did what he always had done. In that split second, as he felt her panic, he sent wave after wave of calmness towards her. Letting Ahsoka know, she wasn’t alone.

A small thankful smile spread across her lips and he returned it, hoping his eyes could tell her everything his heart and mind couldn’t.

As Anakin felt the destroyers ready to fire, there was a flash of purple. So quick it left a streak of light momentarily around them. As Anakin blinked, taking in the scene before him, Master Windu stood in front of them, his lightsaber returning to his hand.

The destroyers stood for only a moment, until they crumbled apart, sliced in two.

Obi-Wan let out a huff of air, “Cut it a bit close didn’t you?” He asked.

“Cut being the operative word.” Windu replied with a smile.

Anakin took in the stands of the arena then, hundreds of Jedi blades igniting in a brilliant display of light.

In the midst of the chaos caused by the ferocious Rancor, the Geonosians remained fixated on their desperate escape. With unwavering determination, they persisted, as one of their own took flight, soaring over the towering walls. However, the monstrous creature relentlessly pursued, vanishing beyond the barricade, in hot pursuit.

“Dammit… I wanted to keep him.” Anakin mumbled, as some of his fellow Jedi jumped down into the arena’s floor throwing the trio some spare lightsabers.

“Anakin..” Obi-Wan said as exasperated as ever. “Please be serious.”

“I was, Master. “

Dooku’s voice boomed through the arena once more, “Brave, but stupid, my old Jedi friends. You're impossibly outnumbered.”

Master Windu didn’t need an amplifier to make his voice know, as he responded, “I don't think so. One Jedi has to be worth a hundred Geonosians and by the looks of it, your pet has already seen to most of them.”

Although they could no longer see him, the smile in Dooku’s voice was unmistakable, “It wasn't the Geonosians I was thinking about. How well do you think one Jedi will hold up against a thousand battle droids?”

Then they heard it.

The rhythmic thud sent a shiver down the spines of each Jedi, as they all started to create a protective perimeter. The sound carried with it an ominous weight, an impending sense of danger that hung heavily over them.

Each footfall reverberated through the earth, resonating with the beating of their hearts. The atmosphere was charged with uncertainty but they were Jedi, they were ready.

Amidst the vast battlefield, the Jedi found themselves outnumbered as thousands of battle droids advanced relentlessly.

The Jedi formed a tight-knit circle, their lightsabers ignited, casting vibrant hues of blue, green, and purple against the encroaching madness. Each Jedi stood tall, their expressions a mix of determination and calmness.

As the battle droids closed in, the air crackled with energy as the Jedi sprang into action. Their lightsabers danced with grace and speed, deflecting blaster bolts and carving through the ranks of the relentless droid army.

But it wasn’t long before the first of them, started to fall. The blasters were to many, they were completely, hopelessly out numbered.

Each fallen Jedi sent a shiver of sorrow and desperation through their comrades, but they couldn't afford to falter. The fallen warriors' sacrifices fueled their determination, and they fought with a renewed sense of purpose.

The tension reached its peak as the battle raged on. The Jedi's movements were a symphony of skill and finesse, yet they were aware of the overwhelming odds stacked against them. The blaster bolts seemed to multiply, filling the air with a deadly rain that tested their abilities to their limits.

Their lightsabers danced in a desperate ballet of defense and offense, but the enemy numbers were relentless. For every droid they dispatched, ten more took its place. The battlefield became a maelstrom of chaos and violence.

“Ahsoka, get out of here!” Anakin yelled as he desperately deflected a near fatal shot.

“What?” She growled back in response, dodging a bolt, as she blocked another with her lightsaber.

“Ahsoka!” He bellowed, as they now fought back to back, dodging and weaving but still fighting as one.

“What?!”

He tackled her then, behind a pile of droid parts, as laser fire flew down upon them. She instantly scrambled to her feet, eager to return to the fight but Anakin quickly grabbed her wrist pulling her back momentarily to safety.

“Please Ahsoka, please.” He took a steadying breath, “I can’t think with you out there.”

She searched his eyes for a moment, readying herself for a sarcastic comeback, when something in the stands caught her attention. “Right, I’ll go and save your girlfriend, then shall I?”

Ahsoka yanked her wrist free, as she disappeared back into the fray, leaving Anakin speechless.

 

* * *

 

Ahsoka dodged and weaved through the battle field, dispatching as many droids as she could on her way into the stands of the Arena.

A Neimoidian male, she didn’t recognise. stood with a blaster to Senator Amidala’s head, as she leapt in front of them.

“Not so fast Jedi.” He said holding Padme closer to him.

Ahsoka resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she extended her hand, pulling the blaster to her with the Force, before aiming it back at him. “You have two choices, run or stay and die.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way!” He cried, pushing Padme towards Ahsoka.

“You haven’t started running yet.” She replied readying the weapon at him.

“Right!” He said, as he quickly made his escape.

With the Senator finally out of harm's way, Ahsoka's gaze descended upon the battlefield, witnessing a stark contrast to the multitude of lightsabers that once illuminated the ground only moments before.

“Had that many Jedi really perished in that short time?” The thought chilled her to the bone.

Instantly, she reached for their connection, for Anakin. Both their shields were down, and their bond lit up like the twins suns on Tatooine.

“Thank you Ahsoka.” Padme said breathless, as they looked at each other.

“You’re welcome, Senator.” Ahsoka replied, letting the relief she had just felt for Anakin, be replaced by her stoic Jedi mask.

“Please, call me Padme.”

Ahsoka resisted the urge, to once again roll her eyes, “We have to get you somewhere safe, Senator.”

 

* * *

 

“There’s to many of them.” Obi-Wan grunted, as he deflected another shot. “Where is Ahsoka?”

“She’s gone after Padme.” Anakin replied.

Of the hundreds of Jedi that had arrived, merely fifty of them were left. They all fought in a small circle, each on slowly succumbing to the blaster fire. But Ahsoka was safe, he could feel it and just knowing that kept Anakin fighting.

Slowly without much warning the droids stopped, completely surrounding them, painfully outnumbered.

Dooku’s voice boomed through the arena once more, “You have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the history archives of the Jedi Order. Now it is finished.” He allowed his words to reverberate through the survivors before he continued, “Surrender and your lives will be spared.”

“We will not be hostages for you to barter with Dooku.” Windu replied, as the dust settled on the battlefield, hope seeming to dwindle,

“Then, I'm sorry, old friend. You will have to be destroyed.”

The deafening sound of blaster fire and the hum of lightsabers resumed filling the air as the Jedi fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught. Just when it seemed like all was lost, a distant rumble grew louder, and the sky became dotted with approaching ships.

In a breathtaking display of precision and coordination, Republic gunships descended, their engines roaring as multiple touched down on the battlefield; while more circled, firing upon the droids. The clones, dressed in their pristine white armor, poured out of the ships, forming a protective line of defence around the weakened Jedi.

The survivors hearts soared with relief as they witnessed the clone troopers joining the fray. The clones moved with incredible speed and precision, their training evident in every movement. Blaster bolts from their rifles tore through the droid ranks, providing much-needed cover for the Jedi to move to the ships in retreat.

As Obi-Wan stepped on, he held his hand out for his expectantly, but Anakin merely scanned the chaos, trying to catch sight of her.

“Anakin!”

“Have you seen her?” He asked in response, he could feel Ahsoka, feel her life force through the bond as if it were his own. He knew she was okay, but his eyes still searched the grounds for reassurance.

“Anakin, I’m sure Ahsoka is fine. We have to leave. Dooku is getting away!”

Obi-Wan's voice was urgent, his eyes filled with concern as he tried to pull Anakin's attention away from his desperate search. Anakin reluctantly tore his gaze away from the chaos and turned to face his master.

"But Master, I can't just leave her behind," Anakin pleaded, his voice laced with worry.

He placed a reassuring hand on Anakin's shoulder, trying to calm his restless spirit. “I know how much she means to you, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, his voice filled with empathy. "But right now, our priority is to stop Dooku. If we let him escape, countless lives will be at risk."

Anakin's conflicted gaze flickered between Obi-Wan and the chaotic battlefield. He knew Obi-Wan was right, but his heart ached with the fear of losing her.

Taking a deep breath, Anakin reluctantly nodded and climbed onto the ship.

 

* * *

 

As explosions echoed through the grounds, Ahsoka and Padme found themselves weaving through the stands of the arena, narrowly missing blaster fire.

"We need to get onto one of those ships. Can you handle yourself with one of these?" Ahsoka asked with a hint of skepticism, eyeing Padmé warily as she tossed her the blaster.

Padme bristled at the implied insult. "I may not be a Jedi, but I'm not helpless," she retorted, her voice tinged with annoyance, as she narrowed her eyes at her.

In fact, to Ahsoka’s surprise, she could handle herself.

Padme had swiftly caught the blaster and expertly checked its settings. With a determined look on her face, she nodded at Ahsoka, silently conveying her readiness. Ahsoka couldn't help but be momentarily impressed by Padme's confidence, but only for a moment.

As they continued their mad dash through the chaos, Ahsoka and Padme spotted a partially occupied ship nearby. It seemed like their best chance to escape the relentless onslaught. Without wasting a moment, they sprinted towards it, dodging debris and blaster fire along the way.

Approaching the first clone she saw, Ahsoka spoke hurriedly, “I need you to get the Senator to safety.”

Expecting some kind of push back, she was surprised when the Clone immediately saluted her, “yes, sir! This way Senator.” He said directing her to the ship.

Unable to see his face through his helmet, Ahsoka quickly asked him, “what is your name soldier?”

“CT-7567, Sir.”

 

* * *

 

As Ahsoka's ship descended onto the landing pad adjacent to the hangar, a surge of anticipation coursed through her veins. Uncertainty clouded her mind as she hastened towards the entrance, unsure of what awaited her within those walls.

She had stopped feeling Anakin fully, moments ago. He was still there, but the bond was weakened, deluded, as if he were sleeping. But that didn’t make sense, they were in the middle of battle.

As Ahsoka entered she saw him immediately. Unconscious, laying haphazardly against a nearby wall. His eyes weren’t open but she could feel his life force still breathing inside of him.

Her eyes shifted to Obi-Wan then, as Dooku’s blade sliced at his arm and then leg, in two quick movements, as he collapsed onto the ground.

Ahsoka could feel Dooku’s emotions, he was filled with victory, only moments away from delivering a final strike.

As his blade descended upon Obi-Wan there was a blur of light, as his red blade struck a green one.

“Foolish, to involve yourself in this, little one.” Ahsoka grimaced, as the weight of his blade pressed down upon hers. “A Padawan, and a Sith Lord, hardly a challenge.”

Ahsoka gritted her teeth, her determination shining through her eyes. "I won't let you harm my Master," she retorted, her voice filled with unwavering resolve. The weight of Dooku's blade pressed down upon hers, but she refused to yield.

Dooku's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Ah, the young Padawan with a sense of heroism," he sneered. "But you underestimate me, Ahsoka Tano. I have faced far greater opponents than you."

He stepped back, circling her with a predatory gaze. Ahsoka remained focused, her senses heightened as she analyzed Dooku's every move. She knew she had to stay one step ahead, to anticipate his attacks, to somehow find an opening.

As Dooku lunged forward, his blade aimed at her chest, Ahsoka swiftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike. She retaliated with a series of quick and precise strikes, aiming for Dooku's defenses. But the Sith Lord effortlessly parried her attacks, his skill and experience outmatching hers with every move.

Drawing upon her training, she unleashed a flurry of acrobatic maneuvers, using her agility to her advantage.

Dooku's expression shifted from amusement to annoyance as Ahsoka's relentless assault began to wear him down. He struggled to keep up with her speed and unpredictability, his defenses faltering under the relentless barrage.

Sensing an opportunity, Ahsoka pressed her advantage, channeling the Force to enhance her strikes. With a powerful spin, she disarmed Dooku, sending his lightsaber flying across the room. The Sith Lord stumbled backward, momentarily stunned by the turn of events.

Ahsoka stood tall, her lightsaber ignited, ready to deliver the final blow. But before she could strike, Dooku's eyes narrowed, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Impressive, young one," he hissed. "I underestimated you, I won’t make that mistake again."

In a sudden burst of dark energy, Dooku unleashed a powerful Force push, sending Ahsoka hurtling across the room. She crashed into a wall, momentarily dazed by the impact. As she struggled to regain her footing, Dooku seized the opportunity to retrieve his lightsaber.

Ahsoka's heart raced as she watched Dooku’s approach, his blade ignited once again.

She was on her knees when the first strike came, and she struggled to deflect it. The next strike, cut through the hilt of her lightsaber, the broken pieces skittering across the floor. The third strike, Ahsoka was utterly defenceless, as she raised her arm to shield herself for what was to come.

As Dooku’s lightsaber descended upon her, death only moments away, it hit something invisible, something impenetrable.

Confusion filled Dooku's eyes as he realized his strike had been blocked. Ahsoka's eyes widened in disbelief as his lightsaber came down upon her again, panic filled her, yet his strike was once again blocked by an invisible shield.

Across the room, Anakin rose to his feet, his hand out stretched, protecting Ahsoka from the onslaught, using all his strength to project a Force shield around her.

Ahsoka's breath caught in her throat as she stared at Anakin, her eyes welling up with tears of gratitude and relief. The tension in the room escalated as Dooku's frustration grew, his attacks becoming more furious and relentless. Each strike was met with the impenetrable shield, causing sparks to fly and the air to crackle with energy.

“I will die one day Anakin, you just have to be patient.” Her words from all those years ago echoed through his mind

Anakin's face contorted with strain as he fought to maintain the shield, his muscles trembling under the immense pressure. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his eyes narrowing in determination. He knew that he couldn't hold the shield for much longer, but he refused to let Ahsoka fall at Dooku's hand.

"You dare to interfere, Skywalker?" Dooku spat, his voice laced with venom. "Another lesson perhaps?”

Anakin's grip tightened on his lightsaber. "Get away from her.” He growled.

With a swift motion, Anakin ignited his lightsaber, the blue blade casting a vibrant glow across the shadows. The air crackled with tension, as Anakin leapt through the air, his blade crashing against the Sith’s.

“Ahsoka!” Obi-Wan called.

Ahsoka, still recovering from the force of Dooku's attacks, looked up to see Obi-wan’s lightsaber, flying through the air. She reached out and caught it, feeling a surge of strength and determination flow through her.

Together, Anakin and Ahsoka fought alongside, against Dooku, their blades moving in perfect harmony. The room filled with the clash of lightsabers, the sound echoing off the walls. They fought with a fierce determination, their bond fuelling their movements.

However, despite their best efforts, Dooku's skill and experience proved to be too much for them. He effortlessly parried their attacks, countering with precise strikes of his own. Anakin and Ahsoka found themselves on the defensive, struggling to keep up with Dooku's relentless assault.

With a swift motion, Dooku disarmed Ahsoka, sending her lightsaber flying across the room and as his blade came crashing down towards her, Anakin outstretched his own to block it.

The move was sloppy, panicked. He’d overextended the movement and Dooku’s blade sliced clean through Anakin’s arm.

The blow was devastating. Ahsoka screamed as she tried to catch an unconscious Anakin, but in that moment, Dooku sent them both hurling through the air with a powerful force push.

As Ahsoka and Anakin tumbled backwards, their bodies battered and bruised, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room. The force of the push slowed, and they found themselves gently landing on the ground, cushioned by an invisible force.

A small figure emerged from the shadows, his green lightsaber illuminating his wise and wrinkled face. Master Yoda’s eyes were filled with concern as he surveyed the scene before him.

"Enough of this, stop you, I must," he said, his voice filled with determination.

“Master Yoda,” Dooku said displeased, turning to face his old Master. “You have interfered with our affairs for the last time.”

He sent wave after wave of debris towards Yoda, yet the frail Grand Master deflected it, effortlessly. Frustrated, Dooku shot force lightning at him. As the rays of darkness seemed to envelop Yoda, he simply closed his hand catching the darkness into a pool of light.

Yoda's eyes narrowed, his focus unwavering. With a swift motion, he redirected the force lightning back at Dooku, causing the Sith Lord to stagger backward in surprise. Yoda advanced, his lightsaber moving with precision and grace, deflecting Dooku's desperate strikes effortlessly.

"You have strayed far from the path, Dooku," Yoda said, his voice filled with disappointment. "Redemption, there is still a chance.”

Dooku's face twisted with anger as he unleashed a flurry of attacks, his strikes fueled by his rage. But Yoda remained calm, his movements calculated and effortless. With each parry, he pushed Dooku further and further back, slowly gaining the upper hand.

Finally, Yoda saw an opening. With a swift and powerful strike, he disarmed Dooku, sending his lightsaber spinning across the room. Dooku stumbled backward, anger igniting his features.

Yoda approached him, his gaze filled with compassion. "Good there still is, in you, Dooku.”

But Dooku merely sneered, extending his arm up, pulling down the ceiling around them. “You can either defeat me, or save them.”

Yoda looked then, at Ahsoka and Anakin. She had him cradled unconscious in her lap, her hands outstretched, struggling to block the falling debris, too weak from battle.

It wasn’t a choice, Yoda didn’t even think about it. With a grim determination, Yoda's focus shifted from Dooku to the peril unfolding before him. He could not let his friends perish under the crushing weight of the collapsing ceiling. Time seemed to slow as he extended his arms outward, drawing on the boundless reservoir of the Force within him.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, the reality of Dooku's escape weighed heavily on Yoda's heart. The cunning Sith Lord had exploited his vulnerabilities, using Ahsoka and Anakin as a distraction to slip away into the shadows.

Amidst the wreckage of their duel, Yoda turned his gaze towards Ahsoka and an unconscious Anakin, who were now being attended to by their fellow Jedi. He felt a mix of relief and pride for their resilience in the face of danger. But he also couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility for not stopping Dooku when he had the chance.

In that moment, an ominous voice whispered to Yoda, “The war had only just began.”

Notes:

I made it into the clone wars 🙌

The next couple chapters I’ll be covering the aftermath of the battle, Anakin’s injury and their journey into becoming Jedi Knights. With lots of angst and unresolved tension of course.

Let know if I have missed anything in my editing, I definitely feel as though I may have! Been crazy with work lately but I’m still trying to update as quickly as possible 😊

Chapter 13: Burned By Choices

Within the medical bay of the Jedi temple, the luminous fluorescent lights gracefully wavered, their radiance intertwining with mesmerizing hues, that danced before Anakin’s eyes.

Unfocused, drifting in and out of consciousness, he lay on the sterile white bed, his body weak and battered from the intense duel he had just endured. The painkillers had long since taken affect, leaving Anakin aware and somewhat alert, but feeling completely weightless, devoid of any pain.

As he floated between the realms of wakefulness and sleep, Anakin's mind replayed the events that had led him to this moment. The fierce duel with Count Dooku, how close he’d come to losing her, and the sacrifice he’d made to save her.

The medical droids buzzed around him, their mechanical beeps blending with the soft hum of the equipment. Their diligent care was evident, tending to his injury with precision and expertise. But even their advanced technology couldn't heal the wounds that ran deeper than flesh and bone.

As his mind replayed the harrowing events, the memory of Ahsoka's fierce presence lingered in his mind like a vivid dream. Her grace and strength in the fight had been awe-inspiring, and the thought of losing her had become a haunting fear that sent a chill down his spine.

Her words from all those years ago echoed in his mind like a dark promise, “I will die one day Anakin.” 

He had made an internal vowed to protect her, to shield her from harm and to never let her words come to pass. The memory of the fierce duel with Count Dooku brought to the forefront of his mind the lengths he had gone to protect her, to not let his fear become a haunting reality.

As a Jedi healer leaned over Anakin, a reassuring smile on her lips, “It’s time we put you fully under, Skywalker. You will be awake before you know it.”

When the mask was placed over his mouth, the world around him slowly turned dark. Anakin’s mind slipped further into the abyss, filling with thoughts of what he could never allow to come to pass.

 

* * *

 

Anakin slowly opened his eyes, disoriented from the effects of the anaesthesia. As his vision slowly cleared, he glanced down and was met with an unexpected sight - his right hand, once flesh and blood, was now a sleek and gleaming mechanical replacement.

A mixture of emotions flooded him - confusion, denial, and a touch of sadness. He knew that the loss of his hand was a necessary sacrifice to save her, but seeing it now made the reality sink in.

He flexed his fingers experimentally, marveling at the precision and dexterity of the mechanical hand. It was a masterpiece of engineering, a testament to the advancements of medical technology in the galaxy. Yet, it was a stark reminder of the harsh reality of war and the sacrifices that came along with being a Jedi.

As he tried to sit up, the pain from the surgery quickly reminded him of his current state. Gritting his teeth, he took deep breaths to steady himself.

Just then, the door to his medical quarters opened, and Obi-wan entered, concern etched on his face. "Anakin, how are you feeling?" he asked, making his way to the bedside.

Anakin managed a weak smile, "I'm alright, Master. Just need some time to get used to this," he gestured to his new hand.

Obi-Wan sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It will take time, my young Padawan, but you'll adapt. You always do. Are you up for more visitors?” He asked him gently.

“Ahsoka?” Anakin asked instantly.

“No, but I have sent word to her that you’re awake. It’s actually Senator Amidala, she wanted to check in to see how you were.” Obi-Wan replied.

At the mere mention of Padme, Anakin's eyes widened with a mix of emotions. Gratitude washed over him, appreciating her genuine concern, yet a peculiar unease tingled at the back of his mind. Undeniably, he held a deep affection for her, a sentiment that had remained steadfast throughout their journey. However, the weight of their recent past, left him with a lingering hesitation, a flicker of doubt that danced in the depths of his mind.

Swallowing his unease, he nodded to Obi-Wan. "Of course, Master. I'll see her."

"Okay, Anakin. I’ll tell her to come in," he said, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room.

Anakin took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. Mere moments later, Padme stepped into the room, her eyes filled with concern and relief as she met his eyes.

She approached Anakin's bedside, her gaze fixed on his mechanical hand. "Anakin, I'm so glad to see you awake," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth.

Anakin couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards Padme. Even after everything, she was here, here to see if he was okay.

"Padme, thank you for being here," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm sorry for everything that has happened. I never wanted you to have to be caught up in any of this.”

Padme reached out and gently took his mechanical hand in hers, her touch comforting, reassuring and he felt it. That realisation felt almost too surreal to him, as his metal fingers locked between hers, feeling the warm of her skin against the cold steel.

“Anakin, you don't have to apologize.“

“I shouldn’t have taken you to Geonosis, Padme. It was too dangerous and I wasn’t thinking.”

Padme's eyes softened, her grip on his hand tightening slightly. "Anakin, you can't blame yourself for everything. We made that decision together. Among other decisions…” She said, letting her words trail off.

Her beautiful brown eyes were once again full of hope, and guilt filled Anakin once more.

“I wasn’t exactly thinking much during that one either.” A small laugh escaped her lips, as he tightened his hold on her hand.

“I know, I know.” She repeated, tears stinging her eyes, “I understand the Jedi rules of attachment.”

“I am sorry I hurt you.” He whispered to her, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones.

“I’m sorry too, Anakin.”

A profound stillness enveloped the atmosphere, as their hands intertwined. Flesh and machine merging as one.

The door glided open, revealing Ahsoka who hurriedly entered the room, her steps abruptly halting as she laid eyes on Anakin and Padme. Anakin's face lit up with a mixture of joy and surprise upon seeing her, but his gaze quickly shifted to where Ahsoka's attention was directed, his metallic hand still intertwined with Padme's. Quickly, Anakin disentangled himself.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I can come back.” Her words stumbling out nervously.

"No, stay." The words escaped his lips in a hurried plea, not wanting her to go.

A heavy silence settled in the room, the air thick with an uncomfortable tension. Padme found herself caught in the midst of it all, her gaze shifting between Anakin and Ahsoka, a pained understanding reflected in her eyes.

"I should go," she spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of resignation. Anakin's eyes returned to hers, filled with a mix of guilt and reluctance.

"You don't have to..."

Padme raised her hand, a gentle gesture to stop his protest. "It's okay, Anakin, really. You should catch up with your friend." Her gaze then shifted meaningfully towards Ahsoka, and Ahsoka couldn't help but notice the slight narrowing of Padme's eyes as she looked at her.

Softening, Padme’s gaze returned to Anakin’s, “If you do ever want to…” she paused for a moment, as if she was trying to find the right words, “Finish… our conversation. You know where to find me.” She told him, place a soft kiss on his brow, the one bearing his scar.

Ahsoka’s scar.

Anakin nodded, as he watched Padme gracefully exited the room, leaving him alone with Ahsoka. The silence between them was deafening, and the both could feel the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air.

"I didn't expect to see her here," Ahsoka finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes searched Anakin's face, as if she was trying to decipher his thoughts.

Anakin sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I didn't expect it either... we were just talking."

Ahsoka nodded, "I could see that.” Her expression unreadable as she glanced down at Anakin’s hand, then looked away.

 

* * *

 

Anakin stood in the center of the training room, his brow knitted in frustration. His mechanical hand clenched the hilt of his lightsaber tightly as he tried to ignite the blade. A week had passed, and his hand still failed to respond to the simplest of tasks.

“This feels so unnatural!” He growled, clenching his jaw in frustration.

Obi-Wan ever patient, stepped forward to offer guidance. “You must calm your mind, Anakin. Your anger and frustration is blocking your connection to the Force.”

Anakin took a deep breath, attempting to center himself. He tries once more to activate the lightsaber, but it still refuses to respond.

“I should be better than this. This hand is nothing but a….”

Obi-Wan placed a reassuring hand on Anakin's shoulder. “Learning to wield a lightsaber with a mechanical hand takes time, Anakin. Be patient with yourself.” He told him kindly.

Anakin nodded, but his annoyance still lingered. He resumed his practice, but his movements lacked the precision and finesse he once had. The lightsaber felt awkward in his grip, completely throwing off his balance. “I can't do this! It's like learning to fight all over again.”

“Remember, it's not just about the hand. Let go of your preconceptions and embrace the Force. It will guide you.” Obi-Wan reminded him.

Anakin closed his eyes and tried to focus solely on the Force. His lightsaber remained inactive, and the burning anger inside of him spilt over into his words, “I can't feel anything! The Force feels distant, and my hand is useless!”

Obi-Wan took a step back, giving Anakin some space to work through his emotions. He watched with a mix of concern, yet understanding. “Your emotions are clouding your judgment. Clear your mind, Anakin.”

Despite his efforts, Anakin's frustration overwhelmed him. He swings his lightsaber with a burst of anger, but the mechanical hand hampers his movement, causing him to stumble. “What's the point, Master? I'm broken, and this hand is a constant reminder of that.”

Obi-Wan's gaze softens, as he realised the weight of Anakin's struggle. “Anakin, you are not defined by your hand. You are still a Jedi, and you can overcome this setback.”

Anakin lowers his lightsaber, feeling defeated and disheartened. He glances at his mechanical hand with disappointment. “Really? Ahsoka can’t even look at it,” He admitted painfully.

It took Obi-Wan a moment to gather his thoughts before he replied, “Ahsoka has her own guilt she must work through.” Another long moment past, before he continued, “She cares about you Anakin, she always has. Your hand isn’t going to change that.”

As Anakin continued to practice in the training room, his thoughts inevitably turned to Ahsoka. Despite his best efforts to focus solely on his lightsaber skills, images of her kept flashing in his mind. She hadn’t been absent in the last week, but their connection seemed more distant than ever.

Their conversations was now stilted, as if they were both struggling to find common ground. Awkward pauses would fill the air, and their words felt forced. Lately each conversation they had, seemed to be carefully constructed, as if they were tiptoeing around a sensitive topic, afraid to delve too deep. It was evident that something was amiss, yet Anakin couldn’t understand why.

He still internally tried to deny the undercurrent of tension that simmered whenever he thought of her. It was a magnetic pull that he tried to suppress, for he knew the dangers of that kind of attachment.

Yet, the more he tried to ignore the feelings, the stronger they seemed to become. It was as if the Force itself was conspiring to challenge his resolve.

The way her battle dress clung to her bodt, the sound of her voice, and the intensity of her gaze - all haunted him, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Anakin knew that such feelings were forbidden, and the weight of the Jedi Code bore heavily on his shoulders. He was a Jedi, bound by duty, honor, and sacrifice. Ahsoka was not his, nor could she ever be.

But still, the thoughts remained, like an unspoken truth lingering in the corner of his mind.

“Have you asked her for help?” Obi-Wan asked, breaking Anakin from his spiralling thoughts.

Anakin let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, “I don’t..”

“You don’t what?” Obi-Wan prodded.

“I don’t want her to see…” Anakin quickly corrected himself, “Or anyone to see me this weak.” It was a confession of sorts, and Anakin’s mind raced at the implications of his words.

Luckily, Obi-Wan didn’t seem to notice, instead he smiled at him reassuringly. “Ahsoka is your equal in the force, Anakin. If anyone can help you, she can.”

 

* * *

 

“Do you want me to go easy on you?” Ahsoka asked, as Anakin’s lightsaber clattered to the floor, for what could have been the hundredth time.

Anakin scowled at her, flexing his mechanical fingers. “No.”

“Come on, I’m sure you can hit me if you try hard enough.” It was intended to be a joke, yet the edge in her voice was hard to miss.

“Don’t try me, Snips.”

He swung at her, sloppily, and she easily deflected it, stepping aside almost casually with a slight flick of her saber.

“Can you at least enjoy this a little less?” He asked her bitterly.

“No, I don’t think I can.”

The tension between Ahsoka and Anakin continued to linger as they sparred day after day, week after week. Each clash of their lightsabers seemed to magnify the unresolved issues between them, making their training sessions both physically and emotionally exhausting.

It had nearly been an entire month before Anakin’s mechanical hand started fully cooperating. It was almost like a switch had flicked in his mind, and instinctively, almost effortlessly, he started blocking Ahsoka’s attacks, and begun moving into offence.

Ahsoka smirked almost impressed, as she deflected Anakin's attack, "You're getting better, but I can still see that frustration in your eyes, Skyguy."

Anakin chuckled, it was a sound she hadn’t heard in a long time, "Oh, don't let that fool you. I'm just trying to make it more challenging for you, Snips."

"Is that so? Well, it's not working," Ahsoka teased, twirling her lightsaber with finesse.

Anakin raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? I think I just saw you stumble back there."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, "That was just a clever distraction to make you feel better about yourself." She grunted back at him, taking a defensive stance.

“There are other ways you could make me feel better.” Anakin pondered silently, contemplating the various, much more pleasurable alternatives. He paid no mind to whether Ahsoka had heard his inner musings. Ever since their return to Coruscant, an unspoken agreement had formed between them, leading them to refortify their mental barriers against each other.

This mutual decision was not entirely unwelcome, especially considering the intrusive thoughts that had plagued Anakin's mind as of late. He understood the necessity of his own shields, but a lingering uncertainty remained as to why Ahsoka had decided to do the same.

The next time Anakin and Ahsoka faced each other in the training room, he was back to full strength and there was a palpable tension hanging in the air. This time it was more than just a regular duel; it was a chance for them to confront the unresolved issues and emotions that had been building between them.

They both ignited their lightsabers, the vibrant blades casting a glow on their determined expressions. As they began their spar, their movements were sharp and precise, each strike fueled by the unspoken thoughts and feelings that had been lingering between them.

Their clashes were powerful, filled with raw energy that crackled in the air. Each time their lightsabers met, sparks flew, mirroring the intensity of their duel. Yet, despite the underlying tension, they matched each other's moves with a familiarity that came from years of training together.

His unspoken feelings lingered in the space between them, adding an edge of vulnerability to their spar. It was as if the training session had become a way for them to confront their emotions without words, to acknowledge the connection they had and the complexity of their bond, without having to speak about it.

As they continued, their movements became more fluid, almost like a dance of emotions and skill. There were moments when their lightsabers seemed to move in perfect harmony. Other times, filled with raw emotion; their blades crossed dangerously, threatening to breach each other's defenses. Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, conveying the depth of their unspoken feelings and frustrations.

Anakin felt the weight of the unresolved tension as he tried to push back his own conflicting emotions. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, that it was wrong to let his feelings go beyond the boundaries of the Jedi code. But the more he sparred with Ahsoka, the harder it became to deny the growing attraction he had for her.

The way her body moved with grace and agility, the way her eyes sparkled with determination, it all stirred something deep within him. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, to the magnetic pull that seemed to exist between them.

But as they continued to spar, the tension between them grew stronger. Their bodies moved in sync, their breaths mingling in the charged air. Each time their lightsabers clashed, it sent a jolt of electricity through their veins, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Anakin's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and desires. He knew he had a duty to the Jedi and to his role within the order. But he also could no longer deny the pull he felt towards Ahsoka.

As their duel progressed, anger radiated from her, her body trembling with the intensity of it. Anakin could see the pain and hurt etched on her face, a reflection of the unresolved issues that plagued her.

Now that Anakin was back to full strength, Ahsoka didn’t have to hold back anymore. Her strikes became more aggressive, fueled by something Anakin didn’t quite understand. Each swing of her lightsaber was filled with a raw strength that threatened to overpower him.

Their duel became a battle of wills, a clash of her anger and his frustration. Their lightsabers moved with a ferocity, meeting each other blow for blow. Sparks flew each time their blades met, the sound of their clash echoed throughout the room.

But beneath the anger, there was also something else. Ahsoka's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her stoic mask slipping. Anakin could see the pain etched on her face, the weight of something pressing down on her.

As the duel reached its climax, Ahsoka unleashed a flurry of strikes, her anger propelling her forward. Their lightsabers clashed with a force that threatened to shatter the very foundations of their connection.

As it came to an end, both Anakin and Ahsoka stood there, their chests heaving, their lightsabers still crossed, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

They stood, their lightsabers still humming with energy, Anakin saw a flicker of frustration in Ahsoka's eyes. She had always been passionate and headstrong, but he could sense that her feelings were on the verge of breaking through the barriers she had built around them.

Finally, Anakin took a step back, his voice a low rumble. “You win.”

“Don’t do that.” Ahsoka replied, also taking a step away from him, breathing hard.

“Do what?”

“Let me win, as if you’re doing me a favour.”

A heavy silence fell between them again, but this time he decided not to ignore it.

As she bent down to collect her scattered possessions, Anakin’s voice pierced through the silence. "Ahsoka, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine," she retorted, her stoic Jedi façade slipping perfectly into place, as she stood.

Anakin looked at her knowingly, “Seriously, Snips?”

“What?” She asked with an air of indifference.

“You’re not fine, you’re clearly not fine. Out of all the people you can lie to Ahsoka, you can’t lie to me.” He told her exasperated, his non-mechanical hand running absentmindedly through his hair. “I can’t fix it, unless you tell me what it is.”

"Fix it?" A bitter chuckle slipped past her lips, yet her eyes remained void of any amusement. The sound that echoed through the air was foreign to him, grating and unsettling.

“Ahsoka, I just want you to talk to me.” He could hear the desperate plea in his voice, but he ignored it, as he steadily met her eyes.

“Okay, Anakin.” She inhaled deeply, meeting his eyes with her own steely gaze. “You want to talk. Let’s talk. Let’s talk about, I don’t know… Tatooine.”

“Tatooine?” He asked hesitantly, his eyes searching hers, a thick lump forming in his throat.

Tatooine had slipped from his thoughts, along with the memory of his mistake with Padme. But now, as the truth ignited in her eyes, the truth that she had known all along, a suffocating weight pressed against his chest, threatening to smother him.

“You know I saw you right?” Her voice was even as she spoke, “Did you not feel my presence while you were…”

“While I was what?”

“Fucking her.”

Anakin inhaled sharply, the crushing weight of his mistake washed over him like a relentless tidal wave. The realization that he had hurt the one person he cared the most for, settled heavily in his heart. “Obi-Wan said that you couldn’t reach me…”

“Obi-Wan? Apparently I can lie to him.” She told him bitterly, her words cutting.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” A laugh escaped her lips, as she continued. “That’s just great Anakin, that’s going to make it all better.” Sarcasm leaked into her words, “Thank you so much, Anakin.”

“Really? Kriffing really, Ahsoka?” His own voice started to crack with emotion as he continued, “My mother just died and I needed you… and you weren’t there!”

“You mean while I was being held captive and physically couldn’t be there? Right then? Is that when you mean?”

“How was I meant to know that?” His hands ran through his hair again.

“I don’t know Anakin? Maybe you may have opened your eyes for one second to realise…” Ahsoka pushed him, hard in the chest.

“Ahsoka.” Anakin warned.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, for five kriffing seconds you would have realised…” She pushed him again, fueling her anger into every shove.

“I lost my hand for you.” He bellowed, catching her arms before she could push him again. “I would die for you Ahsoka, don’t you get that?”

“And you don’t think I wouldn’t do the exact same for you?” She yelled back at him.

“It’s not the same.” He told her, as she tried to escape his grasp but he only held on to her tighter.

“But it is Anakin.” Tears fell freely now down her cheeks, she didn’t even try to stop them. “I am just as strong as you are, you don’t have to keep trying to save me!”

“Save you?” He asked his brow knitting in confusion.

“Yes Anakin. I never asked for this, I never asked for any of this.”

“For what?” His heart clenched painfully, feeling every ounce of her emotions as if it were his own.

“For you to have to sacrifice any part of yourself for me. To have to carry the weight of that sacrifice for the rest of my life.”

“Ahsoka…”

“Knowing that I wasn’t quick enough, smart enough, strong enough. And you…”

“Ahsoka..” He said he name like a plea, a plea for her to stop. A plea for everything to be okay.

“And I certainly didn’t ask for this bond, to have to feel…” She inhaled sharply, her words cracking, ripping her arms away from his grasp, “T-to feel your d-desire for her.”

Seeing her vulnerable like this stirred a fierce protective instinct within him, making him wish he could shield her from this, yet how could he? He had caused this.

"Ahsoka," he said gently, stepping closer to her, his gaze locked onto hers, "I did not feel your presence while I was with.. her." His voice was gentle, but there was a strain to his expression. “If I had known you were there, do you honestly think I would have done it?”

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed slightly in response to his question. She was silent for a moment, unsure of how to answer him.

"Well?" Anakin continued, his tone was softer than before, although there was a hint of urgency to his voice.

"Of course not," Ahsoka replied, her sobs momentarily ceasing, "I know you wouldn't have done it if you had known."

"Then why are you so angry at me?" The question hung in the air, charged with tension. Anakin knew it was unfair, but he couldn't help but want her to answer it.

Ahsoka's eyes met his, a mix of pain and longing swirling within them. "I don't know, Anakin," she replied, her voice laced with vulnerability. "How would you feel if it had been me? If you had to witness that?"

His jaw clenched imperceptibly, his gaze taking on a newfound intensity. "I would feel... like I'd want to burn the whole world down."

"Exactly," she whispered.

Notes:

Notes

Oooooft. What can I say about Chapter 13? Well, I can admit this was probably the hardest chapter I’ve written, thus far. It was draining and took me way to long to finish.

Ahsoka and Anakin, both have some real issues. But hey, who wouldn’t be a little emotional stunted, when you’re are raised in the Jedi Order and forbidden any forms of attachment and pretty much told that it’s evil?

They are going to deal with their feelings in an unhealthy way to begin with, but they will both grow and learn.

What did you think about this chapter? Let me know 😊

Chapter 14: Wanting You, Losing You

Notes:

I am so sorry for my slower update, life has really been kicking my ass lately. The next chapter is partial written already, so hopefully the next update won’t be as long as this one.

In the darkened chamber, the holographic projection flickered with an image of his apprentice. Darth Sidious’s eyes blazed with a simmering rage as he glared at the figure before him.

"You have failed me, again." Sidious hissed, his voice tinged with anger and disappointment. "Your incompetence is unacceptable. It is my mere affection for you, that is keeping you breathing!”

The apprentice remained silent, their hooded face concealing any emotion or reaction to their master's fury.

"Do you realize the consequences of your actions?" Sidious's voice boomed through the chamber, the dark side of the Force crackling around him like a storm. "Your failure has jeopardised our plans, and the Jedi are now more vigilant than ever."

The apprentice finally spoke, their voice cool and composed. "I have made an error Master, but the plan is still going ahead.”

Sidious’s eyes narrowed, his anger intensifying. "You dare make excuses? Your lack of foresight and inability to adapt have cost us dearly. The power you were entrusted with was not meant to be squandered.”

The apprentice's voice remained steady, undeterred by their master's fury. "I understand the gravity of the situation, Master. I assure you, I am doing everything in my power to rectify the situation."

Sidious paced back and forth, his robes billowing around him. "Your assurances mean nothing to me. I demand results, not empty promises. The time for redemption is running thin."

The apprentice's gaze remained fixed on their master, unyielding. "I will not fail you again, Master, our plans will continue to proceed as intended."

A sinister smile crept across Sidious's face, a glimmer of satisfaction amidst his anger. "Very well. Prove your loyalty and dedication. Show me that you are worthy of the power I have bestowed upon you."

With a nod, the apprentice bowed their head. "I will not disappoint you, Master.“

Sidious's rage began to subside, replaced by a calculating demeanor. "Remember, failure is not an option. The consequences will be severe if you falter again."

The apprentice's voice held a newfound determination. "I understand, Master. I will not let you down."

As the holographic image dissipated, the chamber fell into silence, but the tension lingered like a tangible force. In the darkness, the apprentice's mind raced, grappling with the magnitude of their master's words. They knew the consequences of failure all too well, their master was not one to show mercy, and failure often led to a fate worse than death.

 

* * *

 

The Jedi Temple courtyard was bustling with activity, as Padawans and Knights went about their training and duties. Amongst the crowd, Ahsoka spotted a familiar figure, a soft smile forming on her lips. It had been a long time since she had seen Barriss, and the sight of her old friend brought back a flood of memories.

As Ahsoka approached, Barriss turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "Ahsoka?" she exclaimed, disbelief and joy evident in her voice.

"Barriss!" Ahsoka replied, her smile growing wider. "It's really you!"

They rushed into each other's arms, embracing like long-lost sisters. The years of separation melted away in that moment as they held each other tightly.

Although that had always remained close, it felt as if every time Ahsoka had returned from a mission, Barriss was leaving for one and vice versa. Leaving very little room to rekindle much of a friendship.

"I can't believe it's you," Barriss said, her voice slightly choked with emotion. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," Ahsoka replied, pulling back to look into Barriss's eyes. "It's been far too long."

They both laughed, the tension of the reunion easing as they fell into the easy rhythm of their friendship. They sat down on a nearby bench, eager to catch up on all that had happened during their time apart.

“I heard about Geonosis, are you okay?” Barriss asked, clasping her hand with Ahsoka’s.

As if no time had past, Ahsoka delved into every detail, well almost every detail. She finished with her recent trainings with Anakin, but omitted everything that had happened the day prior.

“I’m so glad he has his strength back, I heard of his injury and something like that can be absolutely devastating for a Jedi.” Barriss remarked, lightly squeezing her hand. “I know how close you both are, it must have been incredibly difficult for you."

Ahsoka nodded, bristling slightly at the comment. "It was," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But Anakin is resilient. He always finds a way to come out stronger."

Barriss gave her a sympathetic smile. "You've always had a special bond with him," she said softly. "I'm glad he has you by his side."

Ahsoka brushed off the remark, allowing it to linger in the atmosphere, suspended between them. The weight of recent events had taken its toll on her, and in this moment, she had no desire to engage in a conversation or even contemplate the thought of Anakin.

Breaking the silence, Barriss whispered, her voice barely audible, "Have you heard the rumours?" She asked, her tone filled with secrecy.

“Rumours?” Ahsoka inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“The council has been meeting in secret for weeks.” Barriss said conspiratorially.

“What about?”

“No one knows. But I think it’s about Geonosis.”

“Geonosis?” Ahsoka repeated, her mind racing to comprehend the significance.

“Almost two hundred Jedi died during the battle,” Barriss said, her words hanging in the air, “The rumour is they are starting to decide which Padawans should be knighted.”

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the Jedi Council secretly discussing the fate of the Padawans. The thought of finally being considered for knighthood sent a surge of excitement through her veins, but it was quickly followed by a wave of uncertainty.

"Do you think they'll choose us?" Ahsoka asked, her voice tinged with both hope and trepidation.

Barriss shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "It's hard to say. The Council's decisions can be unpredictable. But you've proven yourself time and time again, Ahsoka. I believe you have a strong chance."

Ahsoka nodded, her mind racing with a mix of anticipation and doubt. She had come so far, faced countless trials, and grown immeasurably as a Jedi. But there was still a part of her that wondered if she was truly ready for the responsibilities of knighthood.

 

* * *

 

The sight of Anakin in her quarters was strange, not because he hadn't been in them before; indeed, he had. All be it, that was solely through the conduit of their Force bond.

His eyes swept over the room's nuances, absorbing the tableau of Ahsoka's quarters. The books strewn haphazardly across the nightstand, the discarded robes that lay casually on a chair in the corner and the holopad that had been tossed onto her bed.

“Why did you ask me to come here?” His seemingly innocent question hung in the air, but there was an undeniable tension laced within his words that sent a small quiver through her lekkus, as his gazed moved from the bed to her.

If felt intimate having him here, more intimate than she would care to admit.

“Have you heard about the rumours?” She hadn’t planned on seeing Anakin again, at least not for a while. To give them both sometime to recover from what ever had happened between them during their training. But she needed to tell him, this was to important not too.

Whatever he had thought she was going to say, it hadn’t been that. “Rumours?”

“The Jedi council have apparently been meeting in secret for a while.” Ahsoka told him.

“What?”

“They may be discussing Knighting Padawans.”

A strange new tension enveloped them, as Anakin’s eyes met hers, “You know what that means, right?”

“That we would… could be Knights?” Ahsoka asked.

“Yes, and no.“ Anakin replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It means, if we are Knighted… We will have to take the Oath.”

There is no passion, there is serenity.

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat, as she processed Anakin's words. The mention of the Oath brought a mixture of emotions boiling their way to the surface.

The rules of the Jedi Order echoed in her mind, a reminder of the boundaries she was meant to uphold. While celibacy wasn't explicitly forbidden, the depth of her emotions for Anakin defied the detachment that was expected of her. Its very existence seemed to challenge the very tenets she would be sworn to follow, and the conflict tore at her from within.

Anakin's voice wavered slightly as he continued, his eyes avoiding direct contact with Ahsoka. "If we become Knights, we'll have to let go of everything... including our own feelings."

“For each other.” The words echoed through the bond, although Ahsoka couldn’t figure out where they had originated from, him or her.

Anakin's body was taut, every muscle coiled with tension, as he turned his back to her. His gloved hand hovered tentatively over the door's keypad, his fingers moving with a nervous energy that betrayed his usual confidence. Ahsoka picked up on the subtle quiver in those fingers, a sign of the conflict and hesitation churning within him. The air around them was loaded with unspoken words, the remnants of their recent conversation still echoing in the confined space.

“Ahsoka, just answer one question for me. One question and I’ll walk away, and we never have to talk about it again." He said, his voice, low and hesitant.

"What?" Ahsoka's response was barely audible, her heart racing.

He turned to face her, pressing his back against the door, a questioning glint in his eyes. "Do you want me?"

"Anakin, please, be serious," she implored, her breath quickening, her lekku darkening in embarrassment.

"I am deadly serious, Ahsoka," he replied, his voice rough. “I just need to know.”

Caught in his intense gaze across the room, she felt her composure waver. "What was your question again?" She asked lamely, her voice quivering.

"Ahsoka, do you want me?" He repeated, his jaw clenched as he struggled to control himself, the temptation to cross the room brewing stronger with each passing second.

"Anakin, the Jedi, the order, the.." she tried to reason, her mind conflicted.

"Forget the Jedi, forget the order," he exhaled deeply, his determination unwavering. "Just answer the question, Ahsoka."

Her mind raced, torn between duty and something else. "It's not that simple!"

"Yes, it is," he growled through gritted teeth, his intense gaze locked on her. "Answer the question Ahsoka.”

“This isn’t the time for this.” She said, her eyes meeting his begging him to stop.

“This is the time… Any day now, we could become Knights.” He told her, his eyes searched hers almost desperately, “After that, we don’t know where we will end up. We could have a whole galaxy between us Ahsoka, don’t you get that?”

“Yes Anakin, I understand that.” She looked away, unable to continue to see the pain in his irises, though it didn’t help. His shields were down and it flowed towards her like a crashing wave.

“Do you want…”

"Yes!" The word escaped her lips before she could stop herself, her heart pounding in her chest. "I mean no, I mean..." The internal struggle played out in her eyes as they met his once more.

Anakin took a step closer, than another and another, his confidence growing with every step.

"Ahsoka," he growled, his voice tinged with both longing and a warning. His hand reached out, almost instinctively, stopping just short of touching her cheek.

She felt the heat of his presence, and her breath hitched. The turmoil within her intensified as she fought to maintain her composure. "Anakin," she murmured, her voice barely audible, her resolve weakening with every passing second.

He leaned in, his lips hovering so close to hers. "Do you want this?" he asked, his breath brushing against her skin, causing her to shiver.

Anakin's fingers grazed the side of her face, tracing a soft path along her jawline, sending electric sparks through her. His touch was tender, yet intense, and she found herself leaning into his hand, savoring the sensation.

The room seemed to shrink around them as they stood there, their bodies almost touching but not quite. Each breath they took was laden with unspoken words and emotions that hung in the air like an electric charge, waiting to be released.

His fingers trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and Ahsoka's breath hitched. She could feel the pull between them, the undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface since the moment they had met.

"I want you, Ahsoka," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than I should. More than I ever thought possible."

Her resolve wavered, and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her composure. But the allure of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, was too much.

Anakin's hand moved to her chin, gently tilting her face up towards his. Their lips were tantalizingly close, a breath away from touching, but the chasm of uncertainty between them loomed large. “Do you want me?”

As a yes was on the very tip of her tongue, the violating memories of Anakin and Padme, flickered across her mind. The way he had kissed her, held her, how he had drove his body into hers. The pain she had tried to bury, resurfaced, like a knife sliding slowly into her heart.

The weight of her own inexperience pressed down on Ahsoka's shoulders like an invisible burden, each breath she took fraught with uncertainty. She had been raised within the structured walls of the Jedi Order, a life devoted to discipline, training, and the pursuit of knowledge. But this... this was uncharted territory, a realm of emotions that had no place in the teachings she had known.

Ahsoka's chest tightened, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to reconcile the irreconcilable. The storm of emotions raged within her, a battle that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

"I can't." She finally managed to whisper as she closed her eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

Anakin's heart sank, the weight of her words hung heavily in the air. He had anticipated her answer, yet it still stung. His own emotions were a mix of frustration and sorrow, and he knew he couldn't continue down this path.

With a heavy sigh, he turned away, the pain evident in his voice as he spoke, “And I can’t keep doing this, Ahsoka.”

This time, as he approached the door, Anakin didn’t hesitate and when the door hissed open and then closed, Ahsoka was left alone in the room once more.

 

* * *

 

Anakin's steps carried him through the dimly lit corridors of the Jedi Temple. His heart was heavy with the weight of their conversation, the ache of longing and the sting of rejection gnawed deeply inside of him.

He was turning away from Ahsoka, from the possibility of something more, not because he didn’t want her, but because he needed to escape the suffocating grip she had over his emotions. The pain of their conversation threatened to tear him apart, and he yearned for a respite, even if it was just a temporary distraction.

His gloved hand clenched into a fist at his side, his fingers trembling. Anakin had always been a master at hiding his vulnerabilities, a skill he had honed over his years of training and battles fought. But in this moment, he was raw, exposed, his heart was laid bare in ways he had never allowed before.

Anakin's mind raced as he sought solace, a refuge from the storm of emotions that threatened to engulf him. He didn't want her to know the depth of his struggle, the way his heart twisted with each step he took away from her. He wanted to feel something, anything, that could temporarily quell the pain, that could distract him from the ache that had settled deep within his chest.

His path led him to an unexpected place, or perhaps if he had thought about it, it was all too expected.

Anakin barely remembered his trip here, he only remembered fortifying his mental shields, to protect Ahsoka from what he was about to do. But really he knew, it was mostly to protect himself.

He was being selfish, he knew that. In fact, with the pain swirling inside of him, he embraced it. Anakin needed the pain to stop, to feel something, to distract himself.

And when the door opened, he did just that.

 

* * *

 

Their clothes were scattered haphazardly around them, a disheveled trail leading to their current position on the floor. A shirt lay crumpled, pants half-removed, and undergarments tossed aside in their haste. The soft carpet cushioned their bodies as they both caught their breath, their heart beats slowly returning to normal.

As they lay there, Padme curled around his side, her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, and he savoured the warmth she provided.

A playful glint danced in Padme's eyes as they met his, "For the record," she began, her tone teasing, "when I said we should talk, this wasn't quite what I had in mind."

Padme's fingers, having completed their playful dance, now came to rest against his chest, the warmth of her touch a soothing balm against his skin. Anakin's gaze remained fixed on her, a mixture of emotions surging within him—a blend of contentment, vulnerability, a hint of uncertainty and most of all guilt.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. "Perhaps," he replied, his voice a gentle murmur, "sometimes words are overrated."

He allowed himself to basked in this moment with her, knowing that Padme couldn’t read his emotions, couldn’t feel the conflicting thoughts running through him. That even though he lay beside her, wrapped up in the afterglow of their shared orgasm; that his heart always had and always would, belong to someone else.

Notes:

I’m evil, I am. But it is all part of the plan.

Chapter 15: Part Two: Instruments Of War

Notes:

I am very sorry about this slow update! Got the flu, then once recovered experienced a wave of writers block. I wrote this chapter, with many different scenarios, I’m not even exaggerating, probably 5+ times. But hey, I finally got there in the end!

Will definitely try to update more frequently again, within my usual three to four days!!

The declaration of war seemed to set time into a frenzy of motion, as days blended into weeks and months, in a whirlwind of conflict and uncertainty. The tension that had simmered between the separatists and the republic for years, finally reached its boiling point, culminating in a conflict that spread throughout the entire galaxy.

The Jedi Order, once known for its dedication to maintaining peace and justice, found itself drawn into the fight. Once guardians of peace, the Jedi were now faced with a grave dilemma as they took up arms against the enemies of the republic.

The decision to wield weapons and engage in warfare was not made lightly within the Jedi ranks. Ahsoka knew this, yet in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but feel conflicted by it all.

Herself and many other Padawan’s had been swiftly knighted, a dream she had always wanted, yet now it brought a sour taste to her mouth.

The memory of that day was etched into Ahsoka's mind, a vivid recollection of the solemn ceremony when she took the Jedi oaths. The weight of those words resonated within her, a reminder of the ideals she had sworn to uphold.

"There is no emotion, there is peace." The first oath echoed through her thoughts. Ahsoka contemplated the complexities of this statement, wondering if true peace could be achieved by suppressing one's emotions.

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge." Ahsoka's thirst for understanding and her commitment to learning had always been a driving force. However, the blurring lines of war raised questions about how knowledge was being wielded and whether it was truly a force for good.

"There is no passion, there is serenity." The concept of detaching oneself from personal desires was a cornerstone of Jedi teachings. Yet, Ahsoka couldn't ignore the fire that burned within her. A blaze that often felt like an inferno, awaiting at any minute to explode.

"There is no chaos, there is harmony." As chaos swept through the galaxy, the pursuit of harmony seemed increasingly elusive. Ahsoka grappled with the contradiction between restoring order and the devastating consequences of war. Once beautiful cities, reduced to rubble, citizens left homeless, if not worse. All caught up in the tragedy of war.

Indeed, the weight of that final oath, "There is no death, there is the Force," hung heavily on Ahsoka's shoulders. Over the past six months, the relentless march of war had brought death to the forefront of her mind. The galaxy seemed to be engulfed in a never-ending cycle of loss, as lives were extinguished in the pursuit of peace.

Friends, comrades, innocents—all had fallen victim to the conflict's unyielding grasp. Ahsoka had witnessed the anguish and sorrow that followed, felt the weight of survivors' grief and the emptiness left in the wake of fallen warriors. The teachings of the Jedi had offered solace in theory, but the stark reality of death left a lasting impression that was impossible to ignore.

Every battle, every engagement, seemed to underscore the fragility of life. Amidst the clash of lightsabers and blasters, the profound truth remained: death was an ever-present companion. The once-vivid faces of those lost haunted Ahsoka's thoughts, a haunting reminder of the costs of war.

Then there was Anakin.

He had been right, as he often was. They had been separated. Both knighted and put into positions of leadership within the ranks of the republic army.

General Skywalker and General Tano.

The title still felt ludicrous to Ahsoka. They were Jedi, once keepers of peace, now made into instruments of war. Anakin may have been built for this, but she…

And she missed him. She missed his easy smile, his laugh, his warmth. Ahsoka missed everything about him and it was an ache that lingered deep within her. A deep, hollow emptiness that she had carried with her since they were last together.

She hadn't seen him in months, hadn't felt his presence, except for the rare times she had lifted her mental shields and prodded their bond.

Yet, through it all, their connection remained, a tenuous link that served as a constant reminder of what they had lost.

She wondered if Anakin had lost himself as much as she had, if he too felt the same void that seemed to consumed her.

“Orders, General Tano?”

Ahsoka blinked, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. She straightened up and looked over at the trooper who had addressed her.

“Yes, Captain.

As Rex stepped beside her, Ahsoka took in the scene. The battalion had set up camp near a lake, just a short distance from their objective. A small, yet crucial, listening post.

Ahsoka had led a successful reconnaissance mission, gathering vital intel on the separatist forces that occupied the outpost. She had taken only a small number of men with her on the mission, a total of ten troopers, including her trusted captain.

Now, with her men prepared and her plan set, they would strike under the cover of darkness.

Ahsoka steeled herself and nodded toward her awaiting Captain. “We move out in five."

"Yes, sir!" Rex gave her a salute and walked off to inform the men.

Ahsoka glanced out across the lake and allowed herself a moment of reflection. This was a routine objective, she had done similar missions of this sort dozens of times by now, yet the familiarity didn't ease the knot in her stomach.

She drew in a deep breath and exhaled, trying to release her worries and fears into the Force. It had become a daily ritual, a calming technique that she used to clear her mind before any type of conflict.

And if she thought more deeply about it, it was the same technique Anakin used to use, to soothe her.

"It'll be fine," she whispered to herself, as if she needed to convince herself of this fact. But a bad feeling lingered in her, one she couldn’t shake. Yet, they had to push forward.

Ahsoka had grown a great deal over the past few months, but it had come at a heavy cost. The toll of war was evident in her appearance. Her youthful exuberance had given way to a hardened expression, and the brightness in her eyes had dimmed.

Her skin, a once vibrant orange, was paler, her frame thinner. Dark circles marred the space below her eyes, a sign of the restless nights spent tossing and turning.

"General?"

The voice broke through her reverie, and she turned to see Captain Rex approaching.

"Yes, Rex?"

"Everything is in order, the men are ready."

"Thank you, Captain."

"You're welcome, sir."

Ahsoka gave a curt nod and Rex fell into step beside her.

Ahsoka moved through the dark forest, her footsteps barely making a sound as she moved quickly and quietly. The men followed her lead, their blasters held at the ready as they advanced on the listening post.

She reached out with the Force, probing the area ahead, searching for any signs of resistance.

"Clear," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The troops continued forward, their pace quickening as they approached the outpost.

As they entered a clearing, Ahsoka felt it, a sudden shift in the Force. It was a sensation she had grown accustomed to over the years, a warning that danger was imminent. She reacted swiftly and spun around with a graceful flourish. Her lightsaber ignited in a flash of vibrant blue, forming a protective barrier against the incoming blaster bolts.

The enemy had been waiting for them, concealed in the shadows of the dense forest. Caught off-guard, Ahsoka and the Clones scrambled to take cover, their hearts pounding as they sought refuge behind fallen logs, rocks, and whatever other natural obstacles they could find. Blaster bolts sizzled through the air, their crimson and blue streaks illuminating the darkness with an eerie and unsettling glow.

Ahsoka's senses were on high alert as she crouched behind a towering tree, its thick trunk providing some much-needed cover. With deft and precise movements, she deflected a relentless stream of blaster fire, each bolt hissing and crackling as it met her lightsabers blade. The once still forest now echoed with the cacophony of blaster fire.

Peeking out from behind the tree, Ahsoka's determined eyes caught sight of the Separatist forces. It was a daunting sight—a sea of hundreds of battle droids, their cold, lifeless eyes glowing menacingly as they fired in ruthless unison. The odds were overwhelmingly against them, and Ahsoka knew that they were hopelessly outnumbered.

In the midst of the chaos, Ahsoka's thoughts raced, her mind working tirelessly to formulate a plan that would give them a fighting chance against the relentless tide of Separatist forces. The fate of her squad and the mission rested on her shoulders.

“Fall back.” She yelled over the onslaught.

The troops began to retreat, their boots thundering against the hard ground as they sprinted back into the dense forest. Ahsoka took up the rear, her lightsaber a vibrant blue shield against the barrage of blaster fire.

As they raced through the underbrush, Ahsoka felt it again, that same warning in the Force. She spun around and raised her lightsaber just in time to block a blaster bolt. The impact sent a shockwave through her arm, and she stumbled backward, her feet sliding in the dirt.

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening. It wasn’t a single blaster bolt that had been fired, but two. A wave of nausea swept over her, and she swayed unsteadily on her feet. The world seemed to be spinning, and her vision blurred as she fought to regain her balance.

She barely had time to register the pain before she crumpled to the ground, her lightsaber extinguishing as it fell from her grasp.

"General!" Rex shouted, his voice filled with alarm.

As Ahsoka lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the pain started to set in. The blaster bolt had torn through her shoulder, leaving a gaping wound that was bleeding profusely. She struggled to keep her eyes open, her vision dimming as her body succumbed to the pain.

The last thing she remembered was the frantic shouts of her men and the feeling of being lifted off the ground.

 

* * *

 

When Ahsoka woke, she was back on the ship. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the harsh light that flooded the room. As her vision cleared, she realized she was in the infirmary, a room normally filled with the moans and groans of injured soldiers, yet it was silent.

She sat up slowly, her shoulder aching in protest. Her Jedi robes were stained with blood, the fabric torn and ruined.

She winced as she reached up to touch her shoulder, feeling the rough bandages and bacta patches that covered her wound.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. As the events of the mission replayed in her mind, she felt a wave of shame wash over her. She had failed and she had led her men into a trap.

As the shame settled in her stomach, she felt something else. A presence that lingered in the back of her mind. A familiar, comforting sensation that she hadn't felt in months.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to reach out, to seek the comfort of her bond with Anakin. It was there, a warm, inviting presence that wrapped itself around her, soothing her aching heart and calming her mind.

Yet before she could open their bond completely, she heard approaching footsteps.

She opened her eyes to see Captain Rex standing at the foot of her bed. His expression was grim, his eyes tired and filled with worry.

"I'm glad to see you're awake, General."

“The others?” Ahsoka asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Rex didn’t answer straight away, and Ahsoka felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"We lost four men."

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Ahsoka had learned early on in her military career that forming attachments, becoming too close to her fellow soldiers, could lead to unbearable pain. It was a lesson she had taken to heart, an armor she had donned to shield herself from the heartache that this war inevitably brought.

But no amount of training or discipline could fully prepare her for the emotional toll of losing comrades. Even though she hadn't known them well, even though she had kept things strictly professional, the pain still cut deep. They had fought together, laughed together…

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"It's not your fault." Rex replied, his voice softening slightly. "You couldn't have known."

"But I should have been prepared. I shouldn't have let this happen."

"You can't blame yourself, General."

Ahsoka looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to be a leader."

Rex looked at her for a long moment before he spoke. "I think you already are, General."

His brown eyes met her blue ones for a long moment. Ahsoka could see the concern, the admiration, and the respect reflected in them for her.

"You're strong. You're brave. You've saved countless lives and led our squad to victory time and time again."

Ahsoka shook her head. "I don't know."

"I do." Rex replied, his tone firm. "I trust you, General. And I would follow you anywhere."

Ahsoka swallowed thickly, the weight of his words settling heavily on her shoulders. "Thank you, Rex."

Rex nodded, a faint smile ghosting his lips. "You get some rest, General. We'll be back on Coruscant in a couple days."

Ahsoka nodded and watched as Rex left the room, his footsteps echoing down the corridor.

As the door slid shut behind him, Ahsoka closed her eyes once more and reached out to the Force. Although their bond was still intact, his presence was no longer there. She sighed and leaned back against the pillows, allowing herself to drift off to sleep.

Notes:

How did you like this chapter?

Very different than the ones I’ve done previously, but really had to begin the set up of the Clone Wars.

Originally this chapter was written as the knighting ceremony, then it was a different mission, than it was a mission and a Jedi council meeting, than a mixture of all of it, until we finally ended up here.

Writers block and indecisiveness = a really bad headache 💊

Honestly, I’ve written so many alternatives and smutty scenes that I could possible just start releasing stand-alones 🤣

Chapter 16: Compromised Allegiances

Notes:

This chapter is very plot heavy, Anakin doesn’t make an appearance (Sorry!)

The ceaseless monotony of lying in the sterile medical bed had begun to gnaw at Ahsoka's patience. A full twenty-four hours had elapsed since she had been confined to this cramped space, her only company the stark ceiling tiles that seemed to mock her with their unchanging uniformity. Each second had felt like an eternity, and she was on the verge of cracking just out of sheer boredom.

Her shoulder had healed some, though it would still take a while for the wound to completely recover. A fact she came to realise, as she sat up in bed.

The pain was immediate, sharp and intense, as it radiated through her shoulder into her chest. She hissed in pain, clenching her jaw as she pressed her hand against the bandages that covered her injury.

With a deep breath, she pushed herself off the bed and stood unsteadily on her feet, slowly walking to the small window. She looked out, the stars outside racing past in streaks, as the ship hurtled through hyperspace.

Despite her body's clear need for rest, she found herself unable to surrender to it. The weight of the mission's failure bore heavily on her shoulders, the haunting memory of her fallen soldiers  a relentless presence in her mind.

How had it all gone so wrong? She had followed procedure, her intel was rock solid, and there had been no margin for error. And yet, the enemy had gained the upper hand, and her men had paid the price for it.

she scanned the room for her datapad, only to remember that the diligent medical droid, had confiscated it in the name of her much-needed rest. Internally, Ahsoka groaned. It left her with only one option: make her way to the war room, access the critical information, and seek answers that had so far, eluded her.

She felt herself growing more steady with each passing moment, her body slowly adjusting to the demands she placed upon it. Approaching the door, her fingers moved with practiced ease as she entered the access code. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the dimly lit corridor beyond.

Tentatively, she poked her head into the hallway, relieved to find it empty. It was late, and the ship operated with a skeleton crew at this hour. Her timing seemed just right; the droids were likely undergoing their maintenance cycles, affording her a window of opportunity.

Ahsoka cautiously stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, her senses on high alert. She knew she had to be careful, as any sudden movements or loud noises could attract unwanted attention.

Orders, were orders. She was supposed to be resting, recovering. But some orders were made to be followed and some were made to be broken.

The ship's corridors were eerily quiet, with only the faint hum of the engines breaking the silence. She moved swiftly, her footsteps barely making a sound as she navigated her way towards the war room.

As she turned a corner, she caught a glimpse of a maintenance droid scurrying past, its metallic body reflecting the dim lighting. Ahsoka held her breath, hoping it hadn't noticed her. Luck seemed to be on her side as the droid continued on its way, oblivious to her presence.

Encouraged by this stroke of luck, Ahsoka quickened her pace, her determination fueling her every step. She knew she had to find answers, to understand how their mission had gone so horribly wrong. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she couldn't bear the thought of needlessly losing any more lives under her command.

Finally, she reached the war room, its doors sliding open with a soft hiss. The room was brightly lit, with holographic displays flickering sporadically. Ahsoka's eyes had to adjust before scanning the room, where they fell onto someone unexpected.

Rex.

He sat at the table, holographic maps, mission intel and a holopad lay before him. On the table, amidst the chaos, stood an open bottle of amber liquid alongside a half-filled glass.

Rex, ever dutiful, immediately sprang to his feet at the sight of her, prepared to receive any command Ahsoka might issue.

"At ease, Captain. Neither of us are on duty," Ahsoka reassured him, offering a gentle smile. She moved towards him, eyeing the intel he had displayed.

He had the same idea as her and something warm, something comforting spread through her at the thought.

Then her eyes fell to his glass. "Are you drinking?" she asked, unable to mask her surprise.

Embarrassment filled Rex's eyes, as he glanced at the bottle. "Sorry, General. I know it's not regulation. It's just how I like to unwind after a conflict."

Ahsoka eyed him curiously. She had long ago realised that each clone was an individual, although all made from one single source. Each trooper felt different in the force, each exhibiting their own personality, their own uniqueness.

Yet it was only now, that Ahsoka realised that he too, struggled like she did. That the weight of the mission, the loss of their soldiers, hit her Captain as hard, if not harder, than herself.

Relaxing more than Rex, Ahsoka took a seat across from him at the table, wincing slightly at the pain the movement coursed her. "No judgment here, Captain. As I said, we aren't on duty. Must we stick to formalities?"

"Formalities?" he queried, his warm brown eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Right now, I am not General Tano. I am simply Ahsoka," she stated plainly.

Rex followed suit, returning to his seat, his eyes fixed on her with newfound intrigue.

"Ahsoka," Rex repeated, her name sounding sweet on his lips. He poured her a drink, handing her the glass. "What are you doing here?"

Ahsoka accepted the drink with a smile, her fingers brushing against his. The contact was fleeting, but it sent a thrill through her.

"The same thing you are," Ahsoka replied, swirling the liquid around her glass, watching the way the light reflected through it.

Rex chuckled. "Can't sleep, huh?"

Ahsoka shook her head. "It's just - I keep thinking about what happened. How did they get the jump on us? I’ve ran through the mission in my mind, everything was by the book. I followed every protocol. It shouldn't have happened. I should have seen it coming. I should have-"

Rex placed his hand on hers, effectively cutting her off. "This wasn't your fault. You did everything right. Sometimes things just happen.”

Ahsoka stared into his eyes, so full of warmth and understanding. Her heart swelled at his words and the reassurance he was offering her.

Tentatively, she lifted the glass to her lips, her curiosity getting the better of her as she took a cautious sip. A sharp, unexpected burn hit the back of her throat as she swallowed, making her grimace. "What's this? It's like fire!"

Rex couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, a rare playful glint in his eyes. "That, General, is bourbon... I mean, Ahsoka," he replied, savoring the sound of her name on his lips.

"Bourbon," Ahsoka repeated, looking into the glass, and trying again. The second sip was less painful, and she was surprised to find herself enjoying the taste.

"It grows on you," Rex explained, pouring himself a second drink.

"You seem to have experience with this," Ahsoka said, eyeing him curiously.

"A bit," Rex admitted, "It helps me unwind, takes the edge off."

Ahsoka considered his response, her gaze lingering on him. “Perhaps I need to do the same. Find a way to take the edge off, I mean.”

Her words hung in the air, and a weighty silence enveloped them, their eyes locked in a gaze that seemed to convey more than just words. The atmosphere slowly grew thick with an unspoken tension, an unfamiliar air that was hard for Ahsoka to identify or ignore – perhaps it was a shared understanding, or maybe something more.

Clearing her throat, Ahsoka awkwardly looked down at her drink. "What are you working on?" She asked, pointing towards the intel laid out before him.

"Just trying to piece it together, see if there's something we missed," Rex replied, his gaze returning to the holopad.

Ahsoka nodded, understanding that he had the same idea as her. They both wanted answers, no, they both needed answers.

"Have you found anything?" she asked.

"I think so," Rex replied, leaning forward, pointing towards a series of communication reports only now flickering across the screen, "If these are correct, there may have been a breach."

“A breach?” Ahsoka stood up, the movement causing her to wince from her injury. Inhaling sharply, she ignored the pain. This was too important.

Stepping closer to Rex, Ahsoka's gaze intently roved over the report spread before them. Her eyes locked onto a crucial detail, a faint electronic signal buried within the data. It was a signal that should have raised alarms, one that, if not for Rex’s vigilance, might have gone unnoticed.

Ahsoka's mind raced as she considered the implications. The signal was a tiny chink in their otherwise impeccable operation, a vulnerability that was exploited with devastating consequences. She couldn't help but admire Rex's meticulous attention to detail; it was one of the many reasons she trusted him implicitly.

The room seemed to shrink around them as they continued to dissect the information. Ahsoka's fingers danced across the holoscreen, zooming in on the signal's origin.

The signal was their own.

Ahsoka's thoughts raced at the startling revelation. The mission had been crystal clear from the start – they were on a reconnaissance mission for a listening post, and in such covert operations, absolute radio silence was paramount. Every one of her troopers knew the rules, and yet, there it was, a faint but unmistakable signal emanating from an unknown commlink.

Her fingers danced across the holoscreen, swiftly pulling up the time stamp on the signal. As she scrutinized the data, the grim realization settled in. The commlink had been activated just moments before their planned assault, precisely during the critical period when they were regrouping at the lake.

The implications were staggering. Someone within their own ranks had defied orders and initiated electronic communication during a mission where silence was their greatest ally. Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and disappointment, at the realisation.

Rex instantly switched back to formalities as he spoke, “General, that can’t be a coincidence.”

“No Captain, it’s not.”

The implications were obvious, the betrayal evident. They had been set up, and not just by the enemy, but by a traitor in their own ranks.

Someone had informed the enemy of their movements, their plan of attack, their very existence. Someone had betrayed them.

"We need to inform the Council. We’ve been compromised." Ahsoka declared, the implications of the report were clear.

She quickly made her way to the console, her fingers deftly typing the command to make contact.

A sharp ping resonated, and a holographic display materialized at the center of the table, projecting the familiar figure of her former Master.

"Ahsoka, are you alright?" Obi-Wan Kenobi inquired, his tone tinged with genuine concern.

"Master, we've encountered a problem," Ahsoka conveyed, laying out the mission's intricacies.

"That's indeed concerning," Obi-Wan remarked, his hand thoughtfully stroking his beard. "I will promptly inform the Council of the situation."

"Thank you, Master," Ahsoka responded, a wave of relief washing over her.

"Until then, stay safe. And Ahsoka, may the Force be with you."

"And also with you," she said, as the transmission was abruptly cut off.

"So, now what?" Rex queried, the question hanging in the air.

Ahsoka paused, her mind racing to formulate a plan. The gravity of the situation was not lost on her, and the weight of responsibility weighed heavily on her shoulders. It had been made painfully clear that their mission had been compromised, and a traitor lurked amongst their ranks.

She couldn't help but consider the ramifications. The possibility of a spy in their midst was unsettling, and it threatened the very fabric of their operations. It was imperative that they uncover the traitor, before anther mission was jeopardized.

"Ten troopers, including yourself, embarked on this mission," she began, her voice laced with a hint of anger. "Four of our men didn't make it back. That leaves us with five potential suspects to interrogate."

Rex considered her words, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "But what if the traitor died in battle, sir?"

Ahsoka's conviction remained resolute. "They didn't."

Rex met her unwavering gaze. "How can you be so sure?"

"I can feel it."

Notes:

Trying to get in the groove of writing again. This chapter was definitely more plot heavy than I have done in the past, which is something that will be continuing forward into future chapters.

Writing the clone wars is a lot harder than I anticipated, researching lingo, trying to find the right terminology for things, is more difficult than I expected (especially for a romance writer 😅)

But hopefully you will all stick with me through this learning curve ❤️

Chapter 17: A Good Soldier

The relentless nightmares had become an unwelcome companion for Anakin Skywalker. Surfacing shortly after the war began, the visions had twisted and weaved into his subconsciousness, conjuring cataclysmic scenarios that had not yet come to pass.

In these haunting dreams, he would see visions of a galaxy in turmoil, of battles lost and worlds in ruin. Amidst the chaos, he glimpsed the one person who had become the epicenter of all his hopes and fears.

Ahsoka.

These nightmares played cruel tricks on his psyche, showing him scenarios of her laughing, smiling, right before she would meet her untimely demise.

Each morning, Anakin would wake drenched in sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't shake the feeling that these visions were not merely dreams, but grim premonitions of a future he desperately wanted to prevent.

It was the last dream, the one he had just woken from, that had been the most troubling.

The setting was an enigma—a dense, unfamiliar forest greeted him, blaster fire breaking through the eerie silence. Trees loomed overhead, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out much of the nights sky, cloaking everything in darkness. On the ground, a thick carpet of fallen leaves and moss cushioned her motionless body.

Her battle dress once pristine, now was stained with blood.

As he approached her, a stranger in this enigmatic world, emerged from the shadows—an unfamiliar clone who shared the same genetic lineage as his fellow brothers, yet was only distinguished by the distinct insignia on his armor, marking him as her Captain.

With a determined purpose and a sense of urgency, the Captain wasted no time, scooping her fragile body into his arms. His actions spoke volumes, his devotion to her evident as he seemed to disregard his own well-being entirely. In their desperate flight through the dense forest, he paid little heed to any potential dangers, vanishing from view as they weaved through the underbrush, swallowed by the trees.

In the surreal and horrifying dreamscape, Anakin had felt so utterly helpless.

Now awake, but still caught within the confines of his subconscious, he had replayed the scene over and over, unable to forget.

This had felt different, somehow more vivid than the others, more real.

The fear and dread that he felt was palpable, almost suffocating. It was as if the Force itself had been trying to tell him something, warning him of an unknown danger, an unknown plan.

As he rose from his bed, unable to shake the troubling thoughts from his mind. He needed to know where she was; needed to ensure she was safe.

In the depths of his consciousness, he extended his mental reach toward her, seeking to bridge the gap that separated them. Through their connection, through the unbreakable bond they shared, he reached out. It was an act of desperation, one he had sort comfort in as of late, when the dreams proved to be too much.

A sense of relief washed over him when he finally made contact. Her presence, though distant, was as familiar to him as his own heartbeat, a reassuring beacon that cut through the darkness. A connection that transcended the physical, an invisible thread that bound them together.

Though, as always, his search had been met with resistance, as it always had been as of late. A barrier existed between them, a barrier that he could not breech, no matter how hard he tried.

Despite the frustration and the limitations of their connection, there was one undeniable truth that brought him solace: she was still alive.

For now, he would hold onto that.

 

* * *

 

Ahsoka awoke to the gentle hum of the medical droid, its presence a familiar but unwelcome companion in her groggy state. The soft, mechanical sound permeated the sterile environment of the medical bay where she lay.

Blinking her eyes open, she took in the sterile surroundings—the white walls, the sanitized equipment, and the muted lighting that gave the room an otherworldly feel. The only other difference from the day prior, was the clone perched uncomfortably on the chair next to her bed.

After they had discovered that their mission had been compromised, a leak that had left Ahsoka injured and four of his brothers dead, Rex had insisted on not leaving her side.

His protective nature was endearing, but also frustrating. Ahsoka wasn't a child, wasn't a delicate flower. She was a Jedi, and could take care of herself.

Despite her annoyance, she decided not to protest, knowing that her captain was acting out of concern. Besides, she understood the gravity of the situation, how dangerous things had become, and knew she couldn't fault his actions.

The medical droid came to an abrupt halt, the mechanical hum dissipating as it completed its routine scan.

"How are you feeling today?" The droid asked.

At the sound, Rex stirred in the chair, his eyes opening, becoming more alert.

"Better." She replied, her voice raspy from sleep.

"That is good to hear." The droid continued. "Your vitals are stable, but your injury is still healing. You should be able to return to your regular activities after another day of bed rest, as long as you take it easy. No combat for at least the next five standard days."

Ahsoka nodded her head in understanding.

"I will leave some antibiotics and pain medication for you. I will warn you, as a force-sensitive being, these medications may limit your abilities until the treatment is over.”

Ahsoka let out an involuntary groan, at the news. “Perfect.” She muttered.

“One other question,” the droid said his attention momentarily on Rex before shifting back to Ahsoka. “From the report given to me, it appears that the blaster fire was coming from the front. This is highly irregular.”

“Irregular?” Rex asked, his brows furrowing.

“Yes,” the droid stated simply before continuing, “as General Tano’s entry wound was made from behind.”

Rex stiffened, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

The droid, oblivious to the revelation, repeated. "The wound itself would suggest that the shot came from behind her."

"Wait a minute." Ahsoka said, the realization dawning on her. "Are you saying that one of the clones..."

"I can't be sure. There is not enough evidence to make a definitive statement. However, the blaster fire did seem to come from behind you."

Ahsoka turned her head, looking at Rex. They were both thinking the same thing, but neither were ready to admit it out loud.

"Thank you, for the update." Ahsoka said, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had formed. "I will follow your instructions."

"That is good to hear General," the droid replied. "Remember, no strenuous activity for the next five days. Also, keep the bandage clean and dry."

Ahsoka gave the droid a polite nod, and the robot exited the room, leaving her and Rex alone.

Rex stood from his seat, and leaned forward, his hands resting on the edge of the medical bed.

"You don't think..."

"I know," Rex stated, a look of anger spreading across his features. “The communication leak, being shot from behind, General, this is a clear assassination attempt.”

"But who?" She asked, her eyebrow markings furrowing in confusion.

"Someone with a death wish," he muttered, more to himself than to her. “There’s five suspects, six, if you include myself.”

As Ahsoka rolled her eyes, she responded, “I don’t think it was you, Rex.”

Rex sighed. "That still doesn't rule out the other five. This could be a plot by the Seppies."

"Or," Ahsoka interrupted, "this could be a rogue faction, or someone acting alone."

"Regardless," Rex retorted, "you're not safe here. Not until we figure out who's behind this."

"Well, I won't be going anywhere for a day. And I can’t do much until this has healed," Ahsoka said, gesturing towards her shoulder.

Rex shook his head in response. "It's not enough. Someone's got a target on your back, and it's only a matter of time before they try again."

Ahsoka was quiet, her expression solemn. She knew her Captain was right.

“I’m ordering a detainment of all troopers on scene. We need to conduct an investigation, find out what really happened that night. I'll have a team look over their helmets. Hopefully, we can recover some video footage from the night in question. Until then, we should keep this information to ourselves. I don't want to stir up a panic."

"I agree," Ahsoka replied.

"You should stay in the medbay, while I work on this. I'll post a guard outside your door, and assign a trooper to watch over you."

Ahsoka let out a huff, but she couldn’t help the slight blush that spread across her lekku, at the way Rex had practically ordered her to stay put. She'd always known that Rex was a by-the-book, rule-following clone, but she hadn’t realized how attractive it would be when those rules were used to give her orders.

Misunderstanding her reaction, Rex continued, "This is not up for debate. You're too important, Ahsoka, and the men, they rely on you… I rely on you.”

"Okay," Ahsoka reluctantly agreed. "But promise me you'll keep me in the loop."

"Of course, General."

"And Rex, be careful, okay."

"I will." He said, offering her a warm smile.

"Also, Rex," Ahsoka added, as he turned to leave.

"Yes, General?"

"Thank you."

He gave her a curt nod, and left, leaving her alone to her thoughts.

 

* * *

 

Rex was fuming. He couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been so angry, not even during his first battle. The betrayal, the deception, was beyond anything he could have imagined.

He had served beside these men, fought and bled with them. Yet, there was one amongst them who had been willing to take her life.

And why? For power? Money?
The thought infuriated him.

Rex was no stranger to the ways of the war, had seen countless acts of cruelty, of violence. But this was different, because it wasn't some faceless droid or nameless stranger. This was his brother. They were made to follow orders not to question them.

Yet, it appeared, not all clones were made the same.

As he strode down the hallway, his stride purposeful, he could not shake the overwhelming guilt that he felt.

In his own hubris, he had been so consumed with his duties, that he had failed to recognize the growing unrest. He had failed her.

Now, he was determined to find answers, and stop whoever had tried to hurt her.

 

* * *

 

"I've already told you, I don’t know anything!" Fives shouted.

"I think you do," Rex retorted, "and you're going to tell me. Now."

Fives crossed his arms in defiance, refusing to speak.

Rex could feel the rage bubbling to the surface, his self-control slipping away.

"We have a traitor in our midst. Someone tried to assassinate General Tano, and if you don't tell me who it is, then I can't help you."

Fives scoffed. "Assassinate her? You're talking crazy. Besides, how could you even be sure that the person who attacked her, was one of us?"

"The medical report says so." Rex retorted, his voice low. "Whoever did this was either reckless or stupid. Either way, they made a big mistake."

Fives was silent, his expression pensive.

"You have two options, you either tell me what you know, or we find out the hard way. Your choice."

Fives looked down at his hands, his shoulders sagging.

"Look," Fives began, his tone pleading, "I swear, I know nothing. I would never even think about hurting our General, let alone killing her!”

"Then tell me, who do you think it is?" Rex pressed.

"I don't know."

Rex slammed his fist down on the table. "Tell me." He demanded.

Fives shook his head.

"You have my word, Fives. Whoever did this, I'll make sure they pay."

"I don't know, I just... I had a bad feeling about the whole thing, the mission I mean. I just had a gut feeling something was wrong.”

Rex let out a sigh, this interrogation was almost identical to all those before it. Kix, Hevy, Slick and Jesse, all had the same responses to his questions.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you, if you won't let me. So, until you change your mind, you're not going anywhere."

Fives let out a grunt, his gaze turning downcast.

Rex had hoped, by questioning the ARC Trooper, he would have been able to gain some insight into the assassination attempt. But, Fives was unwilling to cooperate, and the other clone troopers had proven to be less than useful.

Rex stood, his hand resting on the table. "Look, I don't like this anymore than you do, but if you don't give me anything, I can't help you."

"You can't help us anyway." Fives muttered, under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing," Fives responded, his tone flat.

Rex narrowed his eyes. He was getting nowhere with his ARC brother, and every moment spent in his company was wasting precious time.

"If you change your mind," Rex said, turning to leave, "let me know."

With that, Rex exited the room, his frustration mounting. He'd interrogated his entire squad, and every single one of them had claimed innocence.

As he walked down the hall, his anger boiled over. The clones had sworn an oath, an oath to protect the Republic and its people. They were soldiers, not murderers, yet, someone had betrayed that oath, and for what?

He clenched his fists in anger, the metal armor on his fingers scraping against each other. He had failed her, and now, he was failing his men.

The sound of his comlink buzzing pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?." He answered, his tone terse.

"Captain," Echo responded, his voice crackling through the static of the comm, "you need to see this."

"I'm on my way."

* * *

 

"What am I looking at here?"

"It's the video from the night General Tano was attacked. I managed to retrieve it from the helmet of one of the  troopers."

Rex nodded his head, his expression grim. "Show me."

Echo hit play, the video showing the familiar image of the forest. In the darkness, it was hard to see much.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light. It illuminated the screen briefly before hitting its target, leaving the forest once again cloaked in darkness.

"What was that?" Rex asked, his curiosity piqued.

"That captain, is the blaster bolt that struck our General." Echo replied, a note of bitterness in his voice.

"So," Rex said, his brow furrowing, "whose footage is that?"

"That, captain, is the helmet of CT-5555." Echo responded.

Rex turned his attention back to the screen, watching as the video replayed. He watched as the blaster bolt hit Ahsoka, watched as her body collapsed to the ground. He could feel the rage building within him, a cold fury.

“Fives?” Rex questioned, almost not believing it.

"It's him, sir."

"Are you sure?”

"Positive."

Rex clenched his jaw. This was a direct violation of their code. His men were not murderers, were not capable of such betrayal. Yet, here it was, plain as day.

"Sir," Echo began, "this changes everything."

"It does," Rex replied, his voice cold.

"He's been detained, right?" Echo asked, worry lacing his words.

"Of course. I'll deal with him personally. Release the others.” Rex ordered.

 

* * *

 

The news of what had transpired reached Ahsoka swiftly, and the initial surge of anger and disbelief within her soon gave way to a profound sense of sadness and regret. Fives had been a loyal companion since the very beginning of the war, someone she had entrusted with her life countless times, and now, it appeared that he was the one willing to take it.

As the shock of the situation subsided, Ahsoka found herself grappling with a profound sadness. It was a mournful feeling that enveloped her, mourning not only for the actions Fives had taken but also for the loss of the person she had known and cared for. She couldn't help but wonder what pressures from war could have driven him to this point.

It was only then, lost in her thoughts of Fives, that she felt the familiar hum in the force. A hum that signalled his coming arrival and one she didn’t block.

“Ahsoka?” Anakin’s voice filled the room, as her eyes searched for him, only to find it empty.

“Anakin? I can’t see you.”

“Neither can I,” he paused for a moment before continuing, “I can still feel you though.”

“It must be the pain meds, the medic droid did warn me it would limit my abilities, I hadn’t tried to use them until now.” She replied back to the empty space before her.

She could still sense him, feel his presence in the force, a presence so familiar to her, it could have almost been her own. The feeling was comforting and warm, despite how they had left things months ago.

“Pain meds?” Anakin almost growled.

Ahsoka could practically see the scowl on his face and the furrowing of his brow as he asked. She smiled slightly at the thought.

Though, it quickly turned into a frown. Ahsoka sighed as she wondered how much he already knew about the situation, she was still recovering after all and wasn’t aware who had been briefed on the specifics of what had happened.

“Do you know?” She asked.

“Yes.” He responded, curtly.

Of course he did.

The silence that followed his words was heavy.

Ahsoka sighed once more.

This was not a conversation she wanted to have right now, she had been avoiding it and the time apart had made her forget just how intense their bond could be.

She was thankful she couldn’t see his face, she wouldn't have known how to respond to the disappointment that would have undoubtedly filled it.

As if sensing her thoughts, Anakin spoke again.

"Why didn't you comm me, reach out to me?" The hurt and accusation in his voice was palpable.

"It happened so quickly."

"So, you got shot, and you didn't think to contact me?"

"It's not like that."

"Then tell me, what is it like?"

Ahsoka took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "You made it very clear that you didn't want me…” She inhaled deeply before continuing. “You didn’t want me around, and I was doing my best to respect that."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." He replied, his words just as accusatory.

"It's not?" She couldn't help the venomous tone in her voice, but it didn't stop her from continuing. "What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, Anakin, we haven’t spoken in months but guess what? I got shot.'"

“Yes, Ahsoka! That is exactly what you’re supposed to say!” He exclaimed, exasperated. She could almost picture him running his hand through his hair.

The room fell silent once again, the tension in the air so thick, Ahsoka could practically reach out and touch it.

After a few moments, Anakin finally spoke, his voice softer this time. "Can we please stop fighting?"

Ahsoka arched an eyebrow marking, her tone laced with skepticism. "I don't know, can we?"

Anakin's response held a hint of desperation. "Ahsoka, I'm trying."

"Are you?"

"I am. I really am. This isn’t exactly easy for me."

Ahsoka inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. She didn't know why this conversation was making her so angry, why he, made her so angry.

"It's not easy for me, either." She admitted.

There was a brief, heavy silence before Anakin's voice softened. "I miss you."

She felt the sincerity in his words and she replied just as honestly, "I miss you too."

Ahsoka's senses tingled then, as she detected a distinct Force signature approaching her room from down the corridor.

Urgency filled her voice, as she spoke, “You have to go, someone’s coming," she whispered.

He paused for a moment, the hum of their bond still rippling through the air as he spoke, “Please be safe, Ahsoka.”

And just like that, his presence, his reassuring warmth, faded away.

Notes:

Firstly, no, I am not going to do Fives dirty. Love his character, love him in other fanfics, I’m weirdly attached.

Secondly, already working on the next chapter, so the update may be a bit quicker. Originally was going to compile it into one big long chapter, but didn’t want to set that precedent for myself. 😅

Thirdly, once again thank you all for your support! If I have missed anything in my editing, please let me know, I won’t be offended ❤️

Chapter 18: Just a Clone

Notes:

In my head-canon, drugs and alcohol inhibit the use of the force.

Also this chapter does contain some violence, it’s somewhat tame in my opinion, but just keep it in mind ❤️

Rex's footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor as he made his way to the cell where his former ARC trooper, Fives, was being held. The weight of the situation hung heavily on him, a sense of disbelief gnawing at his thoughts. He had never imagined that one of his own brothers would be involved in something so sinister.

With a determined breath, Rex reached the cell door and pushed it open, allowing a spill of harsh white light from the hallway to flood the small enclosure. Fives sat in the corner, his once-proud posture now slumped, his head buried in his hands, his armor worn and scratched.

"Captain," Fives greeted him, his voice devoid of its usual flare, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Rex's gaze bore into Fives, searching for any hint of the brother he had once known. His voice was stern and unwavering as he spoke. "I have a question for you, and I want you to answer it honestly."

Fives let out a humorless, bitter laugh, a sharp contrast to the seriousness of the situation. "Honesty, Captain? In this place, in these times?" He shook his head with a dark chuckle.

Rex's gaze remained unwavering as he pressed on. "Did you attempt to assassinate General Tano?"

Fives looked up, his eyes meeting Rex's with a defiant and resolute expression. "No," he stated firmly, a flicker of seriousness, spreading across his features.

Rex took a moment to study the clone he once called brother. The dim light in the cell seemed to cast deeper shadows on Fives' face, emphasizing the weariness etched into his features. Rex observed the defiance and resolve in Fives' eyes, and for a moment, he believed in his brother's sincerity, but only for a moment.

"I want to believe you, Fives," Rex admitted, before continuing. "But the evidence is stacked up against you.“

“That’s convenient.” He muttered, his bitterness seeping into his words 

“You will be court-martialled, imprisoned and likely put to death, don’t you get that?” Rex growled

Fives, his voice weary but resolute, couldn't help but wonder aloud, "Then, what are you doing here?"

"I came here to ask you why," Rex replied, his tone softer than before, a trace of vulnerability breaking through his stern exterior. He needed to understand what had led Fives to do this, to find any shred of the brother he once knew buried beneath the man he now saw.

Fives let out another humourless laugh, his bitterness seeping into his words. "I've told you over and over again, Captain. I didn’t do it.”

Rex continued to study his brother, the exhaustion etched onto Fives' face, was becoming more apparent with each passing moment. The anger and frustration in Rex's heart wrestled with the loyalty he still felt for the trooper before him.

"You've got nothing to say for yourself, then?" Rex pressed, frustration lacing every word.

Fives met Rex's gaze. "What can I say, Captain? You've already decided I'm guilty.”

 

* * *

 

As the echo of Anakin's presence in the Force slowly dissipated, a palpable sense of unease settled over Ahsoka. She knew that someone was approaching, but the identity of the unexpected visitor remained shrouded in uncertainty.

Ahsoka drew upon her training, attempting to reach out through the Force, seeking to glean any information about the newcomer. But the medication that had been administered to her, a necessary measure after the ordeal she had endured, created a disconcerting barrier within her.

Normally, her connection to the Force was a wellspring of clarity, providing insights and perceptions that went beyond the physical realm. However, now it felt like peering through a foggy window, with only glimpses of the truth beyond. The medication's effects had dulled her senses, leaving her with a fragmented connection to the Force.

She suddenly wished the troopers, her captain had placed outside her door, were still there. The pain killers and antibiotics, left her feeling weak, vulnerable. Two traits, Jedi were most certainly not known for.

Struggling against this impediment, Ahsoka squinted, her focus intensifying. She could sense the presence drawing nearer, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation bubbling within her.

There was a slight hiss and the med-bay doors opened. The force signature seemed familiar, but it wasn’t until his heavy boots hit the metal floor, and his form framed the doorway, did Ahsoka realise who the visitor was.

"Slick?" Ahsoka's voice carried a note of surprise in her voice.

Slick was a recent addition to her company, having endured the harrowing loss of his previous squad. The grim details that Ahsoka had managed to piece together painted a haunting picture – what had initially been slated as a routine mission had spiraled into a nightmarish bloodbath, sparing only a scant few from the devastating onslaught.

The echoes of that horrific incident often seemed to linger in Slick's eyes, and Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for him, knowing that the scars of such a traumatic experience ran deep and were not easily shaken off.

"General," He replied, his tone was formal, yet somehow casual, “After everything that has happened, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Ahsoka appreciated his concern and offered a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Slick. Or at least I will be soon.”

But he remained in the doorway, a lingering tension in the air suggesting there was more on his mind.

"I've been hearing rumours." He said, after a moment of silence. “Is it true about Fives?”

Ahsoka's response came with a sad nod. "Yes, unfortunately it is."

"Why would he do something like that?" He asked, his voice laced with disbelief, as he made his way into her now, unguarded room.

"I wish I knew, Slick. It just doesn’t seem like something Fives would do.”

"I thought the same thing." He replied, his expression grim, as he moved further into the room, seating himself on the chair next to her bed.

She looked up, surprised. "You did?"

He nodded solemnly. "When I first heard the news, I couldn't bring myself to believe it. It felt impossible. But then, as they uncovered more evidence, the harsh reality settled in, and I had to admit, I was wrong."

"Evidence?" Ahsoka inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Slick leaned in closer to her, his expression earnest. "You've watched the security footage, haven't you? How can you still have doubts about his innocence?"

Ahsoka hesitated, her gaze locked with Slick's. "Yes, I've seen it," she admitted quietly. But then her curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help but ask, "Slick, how do you know about the footage?“

In that crucial moment, Ahsoka's senses honed in on a warning resonating through the Force, a deafening alarm that sent shivers down her spine. Her instincts screamed at her as she watched the clone before her, his movements deliberate, reaching slowly behind his back.

Recognition and shock flickered across her face, a realization of imminent danger. Swiftly, she scrambled to her feet, but as she rose, a grim reality awaited her—a blaster barrel pointed unflinchingly at her chest.

Slick rose from his seat, his features hardened, and his words carried a chilling coldness as he admitted, "Because I planted it."

Ahsoka's eyes widened, her disbelief and concern blending into a single expression. She knew that panic threatened to bubble up within her, but she fought to keep it at bay. "Why, Slick?" she questioned, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and urgency. "Fives is your brother."

A dark, bitter anger simmered in Slick's response, his voice hissing with resentment. "My real brothers were slaughtered by the orders of their commanding officer," he seethed, his fists clenching involuntarily. "And when I tried to bring the truth to light, no one cared."

Ahsoka's palms faced outwards in a gesture of pacification as she attempted to reason with the infuriated clone. "I understand your pain, Slick, but-"

"I was lucky that I didn't end up like them." He continued, cutting her off. "But then, I was sent to you and I saw a chance to change everything."

She took a step backwards, trying to put some distance between herself and the blaster, but Slick merely matched her, step for step, moving closer to her.

Ahsoka strained to tap into the Force, attempting to use her connection to influence Slick and create some distance between them. However, the pain medication coursing through her body made it a formidable challenge. Her attempts to channel the Force felt weak and erratic, like trying to grasp at smoke.

Realizing that her Force powers were unreliable in her current state, she knew her only other option was to rely on her words.

"What do you mean, Slick? Fix what?" She asked, trying to keep her voice calm and steady, despite the pounding in her chest.

"The Jedi Order is responsible for the deaths of my brothers," He spat, his anger boiling over. "You are responsible!"

Ahsoka flinched, his words cutting into her. She took another step backwards, her eyes fixed on the weapon that was pointed directly at her.

Slick's gaze was burning with rage, his finger hovering over the trigger. "Now, I'm going to rid the galaxy of one more Jedi."

Ahsoka's mind raced, trying to find a solution, an escape. She took a deep breath, centering herself in the force. She closed her eyes, reaching out, trying to feel for a way out.

Slick took a step forward, closing the distance between them, as his finger inched closer to the trigger.

Suddenly, Ahsoka opened her eyes, her expression hardened, as she reached out with the force, sending a wave of energy towards the clone. Though in her weakened state, it was only enough to knock the blaster from his hand.

The weapon clattered to the ground, as Slick lunged at her, his hands grasping at her throat. They fell back onto the bed, as he tightened his grip, squeezing the air out of her.

Ahsoka struggled, clawing at his fingers, as she gasped for air. Her eyes were wide and wild, her heart pounding in her chest, as she choked.

Slick stared down at her, a malicious grin spreading across his face, his voice a low and dangerous whisper. "This is for my brothers."

Just as Ahsoka's vision began to fade, she heard a voice, shouting at Slick.

"Get off her!"

Slick's grip loosened, allowing her to suck in a gulp of air, before he was ripped off her and thrown against the far wall.

She blinked the black spots out of her eyes, her chest heaving, as she looked over to see her rescuer.

Rex stood there, his face red with rage, his hands curled into fists. He marched over to where Slick had fallen and hauled him up, slamming his back against the durosteel wall.

"What did you do?" He growled, his voice dangerously low.

Slick laughed, his amusement tinged with madness. "What I had to do. What you should have done a long time ago."

Ahsoka coughed, the bruises on her throat causing her words to come out strained and hoarse. "He's lost it, Rex. He was behind everything."

Slick glared at her, his anger flaring. "Shut up!" He turned his attention back to Rex, "You don't understand, Captain. We are living a lie. The Jedi are the reason our brothers are dying!"

"You are the one who is living a lie." Rex snarled, his fist tightening, his knuckles whitening.

"We are expendable, captain. Can't you see that?" Slick's voice cracked, his emotions spilling over, his eyes wild with rage. "Our entire lives have been spent fighting someone else's battles. We are nothing more than pawns in their games."

Rex's expression darkened. "I said, shut up."

"Don't you see, Captain? We are disposable. They don't care about us." He leaned in close, his voice low and threatening. "They will let you die for them."

"No, Slick. You're wrong." Rex growled, his anger boiling over. As he grabbed Slick by the neck, slamming his head back against the wall, before delivering a swift punch to the clone's gut, causing him to double over in pain.

Rex continued his assault, delivering a blow to Slick's jaw, knocking him back against the wall, the sound echoing through the small room. Slick attempted to fight back, but he was no match for Rex's strength, and the captain was able to overpower him, landing a final punch to the clone's jaw, sending him crumpling to the floor.

Rex stood over Slick's unconscious form, breathing heavily, his expression hard and resolute. Sinking to his knees, Rex raised his fist, prepared to strike him again.

"Rex, stop." Ahsoka pleaded, her voice strained, as she rose from the bed, her legs shaking. "It's over, he can't hurt anyone anymore."

He glanced back at her, his eyes filled with anger, and for a moment, she didn't recognise the man before her.

She reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder, her voice soft. "It's over, Rex."

His gaze lingered on her, before turning back to Slick's unconscious form. With a resigned sigh, he stepped back, releasing his hold on his clone brother.

Rex turned to Ahsoka, his expression unreadable, his eyes searching hers, and she was suddenly aware of the tension that hung in the air.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, the med-bay doors burst open, revealing four troopers.

"General, we heard the commotion and-." Echo's voice trailed off, his eyes falling on the unconscious form of Slick, as he and the other clones rushed in.

"Echo," Ahsoka greeted the trooper, "good timing. Please escort Slick to the holding cells. He is under arrest. Release Fives immediately."

"Yes, General." Echo nodded, gesturing to the other three clones, who moved forward to apprehend the fallen trooper.

Ahsoka watched as they carefully lifted Slick, and carried him out of the room. Once the med-bay door had slid shut, she turned her attention back to Rex.

The captain was watching her intently, his gaze lingering on the newly formed bruises on her neck, the anger and tension from before, still lingering in his posture.

"I should go," He said, his voice low and quiet, as he turned to leave.

"Wait, Rex." She called out, stepping forward.

He paused, glancing back at her.

"I-." She hesitated, the words dying in her throat, as she searched his face, words eluded her.

His eyes bore into her, as if trying to read her thoughts.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Goodnight, Ahsoka."

Before she could respond, he was gone, the med-bay door closing behind him.

 

* * *

 

Ahsoka's thoughts swirled, as she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It had been hours since her confrontation with Slick, and despite the events that had transpired, she found herself unable to sleep. Her mind replayed the events, over and over again, as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle.

Slick's words echoed in her head, his anger and pain seeping into her thoughts.

There had been some truth to them, she could admit that. The Republic, the Jedi, did indeed see the clones as disposable. But not to her.

Her soldier’s, her men, were indeed that. Men.

Yet the look Rex had given her, she knew, he also had heard the truth in Slick’s words.

Her mind raced, as she thought back to the way his eyes had burned with rage, the way his hands had curled into fists, the way he had pounded into Slick, beating him relentlessly.

The image of Rex, standing over Slick's unconscious form, flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if he would have stopped, had she not intervened.

The thought terrified her, the thought of him losing himself, the thought of him becoming the thing that he hated most, a murderer just like his brother.

Slick's words echoed in her head once again, and she felt her chest tighten.

We are expendable. We are disposable.

The clones, her soldiers, her friends, her brothers.

We are nothing more than pawns in your games. They will let you die for them.

Slick had been right about one thing, she realized. The clones were all expendable.

But not to her. Never to her.

Unable to sleep, she did what she should have done hours ago and went to find Rex.

 

* * *

 

The halls of the Resolute were quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the ship's engines, as she made her way towards Rex's quarters, only to find them empty.

After a few more minutes of searching, she found him, alone in his office; seated on his couch, surrounded by paperwork, and an all too familiar glass of amber liquid perched beside him.

She stood in the doorway, watching him silently, as he poured over the various reports and files that littered his coffee table.

She noted the tense set of his shoulders, the furrow of his brow, and the tiredness in his eyes, as he read the contents of a datapad.

After a moment, she spoke, her voice gentle. "You can't sleep either, huh?"

He glanced up, his expression softening, as his eyes met hers. "Something like that," He replied, setting the datapad aside on the coffee table.

Rex offered her a slight smile, as he pulled out an extra glass and poured her a drink.

She made her way over, taking a seat beside him, as Rex handed her the glass. she accepted it with a smile, taking a sip. The bourbon burned her throat, and she instantly grimaced, actively trying not to cough.

Rex chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes, and Ahsoka found herself smiling too.

The silence between them stretched on, the tension from before returning. Rex shifted, breaking the silence. "What happened, with Slick, it-"

"It's okay, Rex." She said, cutting him off. "You were protecting me."

His eyes searched hers, his expression troubled. "I didn't know what else to do. When I saw him, on top of you, his hands wrapped around your throat, I just lost it."

"I know." She replied, her voice soft.

He paused, as if gathering his thoughts. "I've never felt anything like that before."

She looked at him, her brows furrowing in concern. "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I was angry. So angry, I couldn't see straight."

"Rex." She murmured, her heart aching at the sight of his pain.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "All I could think about was, what if he had hurt you. What if I hadn't gotten there in time. What if..."

His voice trailed off, and she found herself reaching out, her hand gently touching his.

He stiffened at the contact, his eyes widening. Slowly he relaxed, as she began to draw circles on his skin, her fingers tracing the lines of his palm.

The tension leaving his body, he sighed, leaning back onto the couch.

“Slick’s right.” Rex murmured, more to himself than to Ahsoka.

“No, Rex, he’s not.” She replied, instinctively lacing her fingers with his.

“Ahsoka, if it wasn’t for the war, I wouldn’t exist. We are disposable, we are pawns. We are just clones.”

She held his hand tighter, then thoughtlessly brought it to her lips, placing a gentle kiss across his knuckles. “Not to me.”

His brown eyes opened, finding her blue ones. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch in her throat.

She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, as her mind began to race.

She was suddenly very aware of how close they were sitting, how warm his hand was entwined with hers, the scent of his skin, the sound of his breathing.

Ahsoka could feel his eyes on her, the weight of his gaze, the heat in his eyes, and the hammering in her chest.

When he tightened his hold on her hand, it felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room.

"Ahsoka," he said, his voice low and hoarse, and her mouth suddenly felt very dry.

He was looking at her, his eyes dark, and her stomach twisted into knots, as she leaned in closer, his head tilting down to meet her, as she gripped his shirt with her spare hand, pulling him even closer.

She could feel his breath, hot on her lips, his heartbeat racing against her fingertips, the warmth of his skin, his other hand coming to rest on the small of her back.

They were so close, their lips  almost touching, her nose brushing lightly against his.

"We can't," He breathed, his voice strained.

She blinked, pulling away slightly.

Her cheeks were burning, her face flushing, as she dropped her gaze. "I'm sorry."

He reached up, his finger catching her chin, and tilting her head back up to meet his.

His eyes were darker than she'd ever seen them, and she swallowed hard, unable to look away.

"We can't, but, kriff, I want to," He murmured, his hand moving to her cheek.

She could feel the rough callouses on his fingertips, his touch sending a shiver through her.

Ahsoka couldn’t help but lean into it, her eyelids fluttering closed, her whole body tingling in anticipation.

He drew her closer, his lips barely touching hers, the barest hint of contact, the slightest brushing of lips.

"Rex," She gasped, her heart skipping a beat, as she pressed her lips to his.

A muffled groan escaped his throat, as he deepened the kiss, his lips parting.

She slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and his hands moved to her hips, as his tongue made contact with hers. Rex’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer, almost pulling her into his lap.

The room seemed to disappear, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips on hers, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his breath, the taste of his tongue, the sensation of his hands tangled in her lekku.

The kiss grew more and more intense, as they both gave in to the feeling. Ahsoka couldn't remember a time where she felt so alive, so wanted, so human.

She moaned against his mouth, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. Rex pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him, his hands moving to her lower back, pressing her closer to him.

The kiss was a mix of desperation and passion, as if they were both afraid to let go, afraid to break whatever spell they were under.

Ahsoka could feel the desire burning within her, the need to have him, to be with him.

And he felt the same, she could feel it in the way he kissed her, the way his hands roamed her body, the way he groaned when she pressed herself closer to him.

But all too quickly they broke apart, their foreheads coming to rest against one another, both of them breathing heavily.

Rex stared at her, his eyes burning with an intensity she had never seen before.

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but before he could, Ahsoka's comlink buzzed, causing both of them to jump.

"General, we have made it back to Coruscant. The council requests your presence.” The voice of their fellow soldier crackled through the comlink.

Ahsoka blinked, as if suddenly brought out of a trance, and she cleared her throat. "Thank you, I will be there soon."

"Yes, sir."

With a sigh, she climbed off his lap, trying not to notice the way the feeling of him lingered on her skin.

She smoothed her clothes, and Rex did the same, both of them avoiding the other's gaze.

Ahsoka turned to leave, but paused at the doorway, glancing back at him, her eyes finding his, and for a moment, she couldn't seem to find the words to say.

Confusion swirled within her, a whirlwind of emotions battling for dominance. The loyalty she felt towards the Jedi teachings and the Jedi Code clashed with the desires now awakening within her.

Desires she had long since pushed aside, desires she had only felt once before, with Anakin.

Anakin.

The sudden realisation of the gravity of what she had just done, hit her. Her heart clenched, as her mind tried to comprehend what it meant, and how she felt about it.

"This… this can't happen again," she stated, her voice barely a whisper.

He looked at her then, his expression unreadable, his lips pulled into a tight line, his eyes hard, and his shoulders tense. "I know."

As the door slid shut behind her, the memory of his lips on hers lingered, the taste of him on her tongue, the heat of his touch, and the ache deep within her

She pushed it aside, burying it somewhere deep inside of her, only letting one last thought into her mind, before she let it go, "He’s not just a clone, to me.”

Notes:

So, Ahsoka is finally a hypocrite.
I was going to drag it out a bit longer, but a slow burn, inside of a slow burn, is kind of redundant right? I had this whole story planned out in my mind of how I wanted things to go and now all I want is to get back to Anakin.

On a side note, originally I had written their first kiss completely differently and a lot tamer. I have released this version as a one shot, just Incase there are any Rexsoka fans out there that are interested. The name of the fic is called ‘To feel human’.

Wasn’t planning on updating as quickly as I have, kinda of got on a roll and didn’t know how to stop. I haven’t started on the next chapter yet, so it will be posted in my usual time period, give or take a couple days.

As always, hope you’re liking how this story is progressing and thank you to everyone who has stayed with me! ❤️❤️

Chapter 19: On the Edge of Consequence

Notes:

Anakin does go a little Darth Vader in this chapter and does involve mild torture.

I have tried to fit a lot into this chapter, lots of different moving parts to push the story forward. Keep that in mind, as this probably the longest chapter I have written so far.

Sorry for the slower update, this is a bad month for me. I have three weddings to attend, so updates may be slower than usual. But if that is the case, fear not, I’m not abandoning this!

The clacking of her boots against the marble floors of the Temple echoed throughout the hall, as Ahsoka made her way towards the Council chambers, her nerves buzzing.

She smiled weakly, nodding at her fellow Jedi, and bowing in greeting to the Masters as she passed them in the halls.

The memory of her encounter with Rex still lingered in the back of her mind.

The weight of her actions hung heavily around her, and her chest tightened, as she contemplated the implications, and just what she had unleashed on herself.

It was just a kiss, she reminded herself, trying to calm her racing heart, just a kiss between two people who were lonely, frustrated and were seeking comfort.

It meant nothing. It couldn't. They couldn't.

Stopping just before the chamber doors, Ahsoka took a deep breath, steeling herself, for a moment, inhaling deeply. 

The doors slid open, revealing a half-circle chamber, its high vaulted ceilings were painted with elaborate murals, and its pristine white marble columns and smooth mosaic floor reflected the golden light of the raising sun from the  windows.

Ten chairs lined the curved walls, facing outwards towards the centre of the room, each one occupied by a different member of the High Council of the Jedi Order.

Master Yoda sat in the centre of the room, his old gnarled face full of pride, and his wrinkled hands resting comfortably on the silver handle of his walking stick, his small frame as diminutive as ever. Size meant nothing though, as power radiated off him in waves through the Force.

"Welcome, Knight Tano," His deep voice called out, the pride in his tone evident.

"We are pleased that you have returned to us, somewhat safely." Obi-wan's warm tone washed over her, and his bright eyes creased into a small smile. Yet, there was concern there, she could sense it, as his eyes lingered on the bruises that marred her neck.

She bowed before the Council, her hands clasped tightly behind her back, as she stood in the middle of the chamber. "It’s good to be back, Masters."

The air seemed colder than normal in the council chamber, a slight draft making its way through the open window, and Ahsoka shivered slightly.

There was a pause, before Mace Windu spoke, his voice a deep, gravelly sound. “We have received your report, I presume the clone in question is in custody?”

"Yes, he was escorted by a squad of troopers to the detention center upon our arrival."

"Good, we shall interrogate him and determine his motives."

There was an awkward pause, before Master Windu cleared his throat. "We have read your reports, and it seems to us that you did everything by the book, your decisions were entirely up to the standard of the Republic and the Jedi Order."

Rarely did Ahsoka receive praise from Master Windu. At that moment, a smile graced her lips as relief washed over her, the tightness in her chest easing slightly.

Master Windu's expression darkened. "Despite your valiant efforts, Slick's betrayal has raised a number of troubling questions about the clones' program as a whole."

Her heart seemed to jump into her throat. "What kind of questions, Master?"

"You must understand, Knight Tano. The clones are all uniquely loyal to the Jedi Order, they've been programmed that way from the beginning. To have a clone turn traitor is inconceivable," Windu stated. "We have studied their gene sequencing and brain chemistry extensively, but somehow, something changed within this clone, and we need to determine exactly how."

She hesitated, remembering Slick's words. "With respect, Masters, it would seem that the clone in question was corrupted by outside influences. There is no fault within the clones themselves."

"We understand your feelings on this, Knight Tano, and we appreciate your input. However, it is imperative that we investigate this issue and discover its true cause. We cannot risk a wider dissent among the ranks."

Ahsoka’s gaze dropped to the floor, as she nodded in understanding.

Windu seemed to soften then, his shoulders sagging, as a hint of warmth came into his tone. "Regardless, your efforts are greatly appreciated. We are thankful your team was able to apprehend the clone, and we thank you for your quick work."

"We acknowledge your strength, Ahsoka," Master Plo said warmly. "You did well. You should be proud."

The words rang hollow to Ahsoka, even from Master Plo, someone she held in such a high regard, yet she forced a smile.

Yoda had been uncharacteristically quiet, and he sat, his brows low, and his withered hands clasped atop his walking stick. "Done well, Knight Tano has. Hard this mission was. Sense the tension, we do."

The last part was loaded, and Ahsoka suddenly felt very naked, as the masters stared at her, their full attention pinning her in place.

"Discuss these matters later, we shall. In private, we will." Yoda met her eyes briefly, a sense of understanding lighting within his green orbs, before he turned back to the Council. "Proud of you, we are, young Ahsoka.”

"Thank you, Master." She bowed deeply, as she was dismissed, a wash of unease sweeping through her, as she made her way back to her quarters.

 

* * *

 

"What's got you so down in the dumps, Rex?" Fives walked across the barracks, as he approached his captain, and sat beside him on his bunk.

She was still on his mind, consuming his every thought. He couldn't shake the way her skin had felt pressed against his, the way she had tasted on his lips.

That kiss had soothed his mind more than all the drinks he had ever consumed, more than any down time he was allowed. He had felt both relaxed by it and more tense. And now, no matter what he did, Rex couldn't get her out of his head.

Rex glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye. "Nothing. Just tired."

“Don’t be too tired Captain, we have five whole days of shore leave until the General is all healed up.” Jesse appeared next Fives, and bumped his shoulder into the ARC trooper's as he stood back up.

Fives smirked. "If anyone should be tired, isn’t it me? You know falsely accused, almost put to death…”

Jesse groaned. "Kriff, here we go again."

“You know I’ve already apologised for that, almost a hundred times, Trooper.” Rex groaned, running a hand over his face, his temples throbbing with exhaustion.

Fives just shrugged. "Maybe if you do it a hundred and one I might feel better."

"Look," Rex sighed. "Slick was a piece of shit alright? A real nard wrangler. And after what he did, he will get what he deserves. I’m sorry, Fives.”

Fives allowed his mask of indignation to slip from his face, a genuine smile spreading across his features. "Apology accepted, Captain."

The other clones chuckled, and Rex grinned in turn. "Why don't you boys pack your stuff up and hit the town, treat yourselves, for the next few days, we're free men."

They cheered, as Rex waved them off, his chest feeling heavy, as they tossed their belongings into a pile and rambled out the door.

"Free men, huh?" Fives' voice spoke suddenly from behind him, his brows furrowed. “You realise that includes you too Captain.”

Rex turned to Fives in confusion. "Don't pretend you want me there, Trooper. You deserve to have a break without your captain or commander overshadowing it."

"Nah," Fives tossed a balled up rag at his head. "I think you deserve a break, besides, without my commanding officer present, I am sure to get into some trouble."

"You're something else, you know that?" He said, catching the rag and throwing it back.

"Get packed, Captain, I'll see you outside."

 

* * *

 

Ahsoka settled into her bed, the familiar sheets enveloping her. She should have felt at home, safe inside the walls of the Jedi Temple. Yet, she didn’t.

As her head rested onto her pillow, Ahsoka couldn't escape the images that flickered through her mind. Slick's hands closing around her throat and with it, the visceral memory of her own vulnerability and powerlessness to stop him. Her fingertips brushed tentatively over the tender skin. Bruises marred her throat, black and blue, a disturbing contrast against her apricot skin.

The sleep that had escaped her the night before, seemed to allude her now as well. She lay there, surrounded by the familiar comforts, yet her body refused to give in, to the sleep she so desperately wanted.

The knock at the door, although light, was enough to make her jump. The medication, was still dulling her connection to the force and she vowed then, to stop taking it.

She rose from her bed, tentatively going to her door, pushing the code into the keypad.

As the door slid open, Ahsoka wasn’t surprised to see Anakin standing there. She could feel a familiar wave of concern coming from him, but there was something else. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was a dark undertone, one that didn't quite make sense.

He’d changed, she could see that just by looking at him.

Gone was his Padawan braid. His once-trimmed hair had grown longer, cascading in delicate curls that softly framed his face, with tendrils of hair lightly playing on the nape of his neck. The traditional light tan robes of a Jedi had been replaced by darker ones.

But perhaps most noticeable of all was the change in his aura – Anakin's presence now radiated with a newfound confidence and an air of authority that hadn’t existed before the war.

She wondered what he must have seen when he looked at her, how much had she changed in their time apart?

"How are you?" Anakin asked. She didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on her neck, for a moment too long.

“I’m okay.”

It wasn't exactly a lie. Physically, she was fine. Mentally, the jury was still out.

Anakin nodded, though his jaw clenched imperceptibly. He was angry and not very good at hiding it, even with her connection dulled, she could still feel it.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?” She asked flippantly, but stepped aside letting him come into her quarters.

The door swished shut behind him, leaving the two Jedi in a thick silence.

She could see him trying to work out what he wanted to say, the wheels turning in his head.

“You don’t have to do that you know, not with me.” He said, his voice low, concerned.

She frowned, her eyebrow markings furrowing. "Do what?"

"Pretend like everything is okay when it isn't."

"I'm fine." She said, her words clipped.

He looked unconvinced, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

She was fine. Wasn't she?

The Jedi Order is responsible for the deaths of my brothers. You are responsible!

Ahsoka sat on the edge of her bed trying to blink away the images that haunted her. She could still hear the venom in his words, what his hands felt like, wrapped around her throat. 

Anakin remained standing, Ahsoka could see him searching for the right words, and for a moment, she didn’t think he would find them.

"Obi-Wan told me what happened. I know what you went through..." He trailed off, the sentence unfinished, hanging between them.

“Can we not do this right now?” She said, her eyes drifting away.

He paused for a moment, and then sighed. ”What can I do?"

"Nothing," she said quietly, shaking her head.

There was a flash of pain on his face. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. Anakin walked over, sitting down beside her. He took her hand and held it, gently. She could feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

Yet, in her mind, Slick’s hands were still around her throat. Tightening, squeezing, the air escaped her, leaving her powerless and vulnerable.

“You’re safe, Ahsoka.”

She let her eyes close, a single tear rolling down her cheek and turned from him so he couldn’t see.

"Ahsoka..." His voice was gentle.

She couldn't look at him. Not now, not when she was struggling to keep it together.

"Please look at me." He pleaded.

Ahsoka opened her eyes, finding his bright blue eyes staring back. "You're safe."

Ahsoka swallowed thickly, blinking back tears. She didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve Anakin, not after what she had done.

He reached out, wiping the tear from her cheek.

Her eyes followed his movement, watching as his hand gently cradled her cheek. His skin was warm, comforting. She closed her eyes, letting herself lean into his touch.

Anakin was closer now, and she could smell him. Spice and something else, something distinctly him.

She didn’t notice she was leaning forward until her forehead rested against his. His eyes were closed, and his thumb brushed against her cheek.

They were so close now, close enough that Ahsoka could feel his breath against her skin.

Then he did something that surprised her. He brought his lips to her forehead, giving her a chaste kiss.

It was a kiss of comfort, a kiss to show her that she was cared for, a kiss that said, you are not alone.

“Get some sleep, Ahsoka.”

Before she knew what was happening, Anakin had risen, letting go of her hand. He made his way to the door, pausing when he reached it.

"Anakin..."

He stopped, turning back.

“Can you stay?” Her voice cracked a little as she continued, “Can you just hold me?”

Anakin stood still for a moment, processing what she had said. “If that's what you want."

Ahsoka nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

He made his way back over, climbing into her bed. She curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest. His arms were strong and comforting as they wrapped around her.

They stayed like that for awhile. Her mind grew quiet, the thoughts, the guilt, and the shame were all pushed to the side.

All she could think about was the man next to her, and how she felt safe, finally.

"Don't leave." She murmured, sleep starting to pull her under.

"I won't."

As she drifted off, the last thing she remembered was Anakin holding her tight and placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

"I promise, Snips."

 

* * *

 

79’s wasn’t at all what Rex expected. When he heard it was a dive, he had pictured a tiny bar with a handful of shady looking regulars sitting at the counter and nursing their beers. Maybe someone playing a game of pool in the back, or a small group of old men sitting around the bar and discussing politics.

He never imagined such a large place with so many people, so many clones

When they entered, there were already over twenty of his brothers sitting at the bar and tables, mixed in with countless civilians. The music was loud and a few people were even dancing on the dance floor in the far left corner. A bar stretched along the right side wall, with a bartender working nonstop to keep up with the orders.

If it wasn’t for a familiar face in the crowd, one he hadn’t seen since his time on Kamino, Rex may have just turned around and left. But when he spotted Captain Wolfe seated at the far end of the bar, talking with a fellow trooper, he relaxed. He glanced back at Fives, who by that point had already spotted an unsuspecting twi'lek girl and was making his way over to her.

“Keep it in your pants, Fives.” Rex grumbled, shooting him a meaningful look.

“No can do, captain, I can already feel my pants slipping down around my ankles.”

With an exasperated shake of his head, Rex continued his walk through the crowded room. There were a few empty seats at the bar, and he quickly claimed one, taking a seat next to Wolffe.

Wolffe turned his head, his eyes widening when he realized who had joined him. He gave Rex a quick once over, then nodded, raising his glass slightly.

"Good to see you, Rex."

Rex returned the nod, offering a friendly smile. "You too, Wolffe. It's been too long. How have you been?"

"Busy, but good. I've been promoted, now I'm commanding the entire 501st.” Wolfe said with a smile.

Rex was glad to hear that Wolffe had been given such a great promotion, and he was happy that his old friend had done well for himself. He knew the man deserved it.

"That's great to hear. Congratulations." Rex said, genuinely meaning it.

Wolffe shrugged. "Eh, it's not as great as you think. The men are always giving me a hard time." He added with a smirk.

Rex grinned. He understood completely, having dealt with Fives and Echo's constant teasing ever since they were cadets. "I know how that feels."

"How's General Tano holding up? Last I heard, you guys were dealing with the separatists on Ryloth, then there have been rumours..."

Rex frowned. He had hoped he would be able to forget his troubles and have a fun night out, but it seemed his worries followed him everywhere.

"She's...dealing." Rex said slowly. "It's not easy for her, or for any of us, really."

Wolffe's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth gaping open in disbelief. "You can't possibly be blaming yourself for what happened, can you?"

Rex shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't used to sharing his feelings like this. "It's difficult not to."

Wolffe let out a small sigh, setting his drink down and turning towards Rex.

"Rex, we've known each other since we were cadets. I know how you work. You're too hard on yourself, and you always have been. But this isn't your fault. You need to stop being so tough on yourself."

Rex was silent, staring down at his lap, unable to meet Wolffe's eye.

Wolffe leaned forward, placing a hand on Rex's shoulder and forcing him to turn towards him. "It's not your fault." He repeated.

Rex's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. Wolffe didn't know the whole story, so of course he wouldn't understand.

“What’s your General like?” Rex asked, quickly trying to change the subject.

“General Skywalker?” Wolffe asked, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink.

Rex nodded.

Wolffe sighed, his gaze drifting to a table on the other side of the room, where a couple of his men sat talking.

"He's a great leader, no doubt about that. But…”

“But?” Rex asked, his eyebrows tilting up.

Wolffe hesitated. "But sometimes, he can be a little… intense.”

Rex couldn't help but snort as he asked. "Intense?"

 

* * *

 

The containment cell on the Resolute had been a chilling and gloomy place, its harsh lighting and sterile surroundings had created an atmosphere of isolation. But all of that paled in comparison to the grim conditions Slick found himself in after being transferred to the base on Coruscant.

The cell on Coruscant was a stark, windowless chamber, devoid of any natural light. The walls were encased in dull, unyielding metal, and the air felt heavy, tinged with the acrid scent of antiseptic. The constant hum of machinery in the distance added an eerie, mechanical ambiance.

In contrast to the Resolute, where he had at least been able to exchange words with fellow clones and occasionally glimpse the outside world through the small viewport, here, Slick's solitude was absolute. The silence was deafening, and the sense of confinement, suffocating.

So when the heavy metal door to his room finally swung open, he found himself almost welcoming the prospect of an interrogation, if only to break the monotonous cycle.

The figure moved with purpose, their steps echoing softly against the metal floor. Their attire was unconventional, a stark departure from the standard Republic uniforms that had become all too familiar to Slick.

Instead, they wore a dark set of robes, the robes of the Jedi he realised, with a jolt of recognition. The deep, charcoal fabric flowed gracefully around their form, revealing only hints of their features under the hood's shadow. Their presence, while cloaked in darkness, carried a weight of authority that was unmistakably Jedi.

“I don’t talk to your kind.” Slick spat out the words with as much venom as he could muster.

“Lucky for me than, I didn’t come to talk.” The figure answered without a trace of emotion, his tone calm and even. He paused to let the statement sink in, his expression betraying nothing of his intent.

Slick was not about to be cowed, despite the ominous implications. He stared back at the man with defiance in his eyes.

"Let's begin."

Slowly, Slick felt a strange pressure wrap around his throat as he was lifted to his feet. Panic filled his eyes, as that strange force pushed him against the durosteel, his legs flailing uselessly against the wall, trying to find purchase.

The pressure was unrelenting, slowly increasing, and the harder he struggled, the stronger it became. A faint whimper escaped him as he tried desperately to breathe. His lungs felt as though they were about to burst.

Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the pressure vanished. Slick fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, gasping for air.

"What do you want?" He said weakly, looking up at the robed figure towering over him.

"You hurt someone, very close to me." The figure answered, his voice still even and controlled.

“General Tano?”

There was no answer.

The pressure returned, stronger this time, crushing him with its full force. 

“Is this what it felt like? Seeing her pain, seeing her panic?”

Slick writhed and sputtered, clawing desperately at his neck, his own nails breaking his skin, desperately trying to remove the invisible force.

“Did you enjoy it, like I am now?”

Slick gasped for air, than, once again, the pressure disappeared.

He could feel the tears trickling down his face, the hot, salty droplets running across his cheeks. He didn’t need to look to know that the figure was still there, watching him silently.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the cool air rushing into his lungs. But yet, the Jedi remained impassive, his expression unchanging, his eyes piercing.

The Jedi waited patiently, and then he spoke again, his voice a soft, menacing whisper. "Do you want it to stop?"

Slick nodded.

"Do you want the pain to end?"

He nodded again, the words spilling out of his mouth.

"Yes, yes, please..."

The figure moved closer.

"Do you think she wanted it to stop?"

The pain was back again, the invisible pressure choking him, constricting him, cutting off his air supply.

"Do you think she would have begged for mercy?"

He was writhing, the pressure was excruciating, but the words cut him more deeply than anything physical ever could.

"Do you think it would have made any difference?"

Slick tried to answer, but no words came.

And then, the pressure was gone.

Slick dropped to the floor, sobbing and shaking, unable to catch his breath.

He knew the man was still there, but he could no longer bring himself to look.

Finally, the Jedi spoke.

"Do you see yourself for the traitor that you are? Or do I need to keep showing you?"

The pressure returned, a vise closing around his throat, tighter than before. His eyes bulged, and his mouth gaped like a fish, as his desperate cries were swallowed by the void.

This time, the pressure didn't vanish. Instead, it continued to constrict, tighter and tighter, until all the fight left his body and he hung limp from the invisible noose.

Then, finally, the pressure ceased.

"I'm sorry, please..." Slick repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

The figure remained silent, watching him with his unflinching gaze.

“You’re lucky, I am more merciful than you.”

Slowly, the figure turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the distance.

Slick collapsed onto the floor, his chest heaving, his breathing shallow and ragged.

He curled up on the floor, his whole body trembling, his mind replaying the scene, the words echoing in his mind.

But then, his thoughts turned to his General, to the young, energetic Togruta, always brimming with energy.

Is this what it felt like? Seeing her pain, seeing her panic? Did she cry? Did she beg?

"Please, forgive me." Slick whispered into the darkness.

 

* * *

 

The Chancellor's office had remained remarkably consistent over the past few months. The same oak-paneled walls, adorned with portraits of past leaders, greeted visitors with an air of tradition and authority.

The antique mahogany desk, meticulously organized with papers and documents. The soft, warm lighting from the ornate chandelier cast a reassuring glow, emphasizing the room's timeless elegance.

For Anakin Skywalker, this room offered a stark contrast to the Council chamber within the Jedi Temple. Here, amidst the weighty aura of tradition and authority, he found a sense of comfort.

It was a place where he felt a connection to the Chancellor, someone who had taken a personal interest in him, someone he had come to call a friend.

“Ahhh, young Skywalker.” Palpatine greeted, rising from his chair.

“Your, Excellency.” Anakin greeted in turn, bowing low.

“My friend, no need for formalities.” He said smiling at the man in front of him, “Please take a seat, we have much to discuss.”

Anakin obeyed, sinking into a comfortable chair as Palpatine resumed his seat behind his desk.

Palpatine leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixing on him. "Anakin," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of warmth and concern, "I have done as you have requested, all trace of your visit to the containment cells, have been erased. No one will ever know you were there.”

Anakin exhaled a sigh of relief at Palpatine's words. The trust he had placed in the Chancellor was reaffirmed by this act of discretion. He leaned forward, his eyes meeting Palpatine's with a deep gratitude.

"Thank you, Chancellor," Anakin said earnestly. "I appreciate your assistance in this matter.”

Palpatine smiled warmly at him, “I also know what it’s like, to want to protect a friend and when you can’t, the need to seek revenge.”

Anakin couldn't help but be struck by the Chancellor's words. Palpatine's understanding of the complex emotions that swirled within him felt eerily prescient. It was as if the Chancellor had a unique insight into the very core of his being.

"Yes," Anakin admitted, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I've felt that need, that anger when those I care about are in danger. It's something I struggle with."

Palpatine's eyes bored into Anakin's, filled with empathy. "Anakin, my friend, the Jedi Code is a noble path, but it can be confining. It doesn't always allow for the protection and justice that our galaxy so desperately needs."

Anakin nodded, a sense of validation washing over him. It was a sentiment he had been grappling with for some time. "I've been feeling like there's a conflict within me, a struggle between my duty as a Jedi and my instincts to protect the ones I care for."

The Chancellor's smile remained understanding. "You are not alone in that, Anakin. There are others who share your concerns, who believe that change is necessary to preserve peace.”

A silence fell in the room, the gravity of his words sinking in.

“There is more my friend.” Palpatine stated, concern crossing his features.

Anakin leaned forward, "What is it, Chancellor?" He inquired, his voice laced with concern.

Palpatine sighed, his gaze momentarily shifting to the antique desk before returning to meet Anakin's eyes. "After discovering what happened to your friend and how much it has effected you, I felt compelled to investigate further.”

Anakin leaned in, his concern deepening. "Investigate?" he repeated.

Palpatine nodded solemnly. "Yes, Anakin," he continued, "I delved into the circumstances surrounding your friend's situation. What I uncovered was troubling."

The weight of those words hung heavily in the air, and Anakin's sense of foreboding grew. “What exactly did you find?”

Palpatine leaned back in his chair, the lines of concern etched on his face deepening. He clasped his hands together on the polished mahogany desk.

"I wanted to make sure, what happened to your friend, was an isolated incident," Palpatine began, his voice measured, "To make sure that no other clone in her company, was exhibiting any sign of discontent."

Anakin's brow furrowed with a mix of curiosity and concern as he absorbed Palpatine's words.

"You found something, Chancellor?" Anakin asked, his gaze locked onto Palpatine's.

Palpatine nodded, his expression grave. "Yes, Anakin," he replied, his voice heavy with concern. "I discovered some disturbing holo-footage, from inside her Captain’s office.”

"Holo-footage?" he prompted, his mind racing. He had expected the Chancellor to say many things, but that hadn’t been one of them.

From the briefing report, Ahsoka herself submitted, her captain, had saved her, many times. This information wasn’t making any sense.

Palpatine's gaze remained focused on Anakin as he continued. "Yes, holo-footage that captured a rather clandestine meeting, between General Tano and her captain.”

“A clandestine meeting?” Anakin asked, not comprehending the Chancellors words.

“It is better if I show you, my boy.”

Notes:

Not gonna lie, I get a real kick from writing Fives. He really is a comic relief.

Anakin cares a little too much, it’s shown in canon and will also appear many times in my fanfic.

Palpatine is a snake. In clone wars, he does so many things to push Padme and Anakin apart. I am using this as a pretence, that in my story, with a different relationship, he would most certainly do the same.

For everyone who have now begun lightly shipping Ahsoka and Rex in this story, thank you. Sounds strange, but I have obviously done my job as a writer and I take that as a massive compliment ❤️

Chapter 20: In The Shadow of Hate

Notes:

Sorry for the shorter chapter!
Originally, it was longer with a couple different scenes but I felt like it kind of took away from the main point of this chapter.

Upside, the next chapter is already half written ❤️

“I should probably stop letting you do that.” Padme mumbled into his bare chest.

“Do what?” Anakin asked, quirking his eyebrow at her.

She sighed, pulling herself up to lean over him.

Her hair was down, it tickled his skin. The soft strands trailed across his arms, his stomach. Her lips were swollen and red and curved upwards, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

He allowed himself to become lost in her. The smell of her, the warmth of her breath, the feeling of her body, was intoxicating, consuming.

Anakin smirked and reached out, grabbing her hips, and flipped her so she was pinned under him, her hands splayed on his chest, a playful smile on her face.

He leant forward and pressed his forehead to hers.

It was a rare moment of tenderness between them, both naked, sweaty, the taste of each other still lingering on their tongues, and yet…

It wasn’t what he wanted, not exactly.
What Anakin wanted was Ahsoka.

He wanted her to want him.
To need him.

He wanted to see her eyes cloud over with lust, he wanted her lips against his, he wanted his name falling from her mouth.

Anakin had seen it, just once, at the beginning of all of this, when they had still been Padawans.

He had seen that look in her eyes, as he had pinned her down on the couch, his body pressed against hers. The way her eyes had flickered down to his lips, and then back up to his gaze. The way her arms had relaxed against his hold, rather than fighting against him. The way her breathing hitched and she swallowed, her head tilted upwards just slightly.

He had seen it once, and he had longed to see it again. And unfortunately for Anakin, tonight he had.

He remembered how he had sat there, the holo-recorder in his hands, frozen in place.

"I'm so sorry, Anakin." Palpatine had said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He could hear the Chancellor's words, his tone heavy with sympathy and regret, and yet, it all seemed distant. As if it wasn't really happening.

Anakin's eyes were locked on the holo before him, the blue-tinged image of Ahsoka, and her captain, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.

His hand was tangled in her lekku, as his lips met hers desperately. Ahsoka's fingers were curled into his shirt, as she pulled him close.

A sick feeling had risen within him, and his hands shook with anger. He felt betrayed, angry and it swirled around him like a storm.

Palpatine had turned away, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Anakin," he said softly, his voice full of genuine sympathy.

Anakin remained silent, his eyes never leaving the screen, watching as her captains hands roamed across Ahsoka's body, until he pulled her into his lap.

"I don't know what to say, Chancellor," Anakin had managed to choke out, quickly shutting off the hologram unable to watch anymore.

Palpatine had nodded sadly. "It's a difficult situation, I understand."

They had sat in silence for a long time, neither knowing what to say. Finally, Palpatine had broken the silence.

"You should report this to the council." He had said quietly.

"I know." Anakin had replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"She might be expelled, stripped of her rank."

"I know." Anakin had repeated, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He couldn't believe this was happening. Another wave of anger crashed over him, the fury threatening to consume him.

He had thought she was better than this, better than him, she had made him believe that.

"Do you believe he influenced her?" Palpatine asked, breaking the silence.

"No," Anakin had said, shaking his head. "This wasn't his fault."

The Chancellor had stared at him in surprise, "I'm not sure I understand."

Anakin's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "Ahsoka is...strong willed. She is not easily influenced."

"So, she must have initiated the contact." Palpatine observed.

"Yes," Anakin had confirmed, his voice tinged with bitterness. "And her captain responded."

"And you don't believe this is cause for disciplinary action?" Palpatine asked, his eyes wide.

Anakin sighed. "I don't know."

"Will you bring this to the Council's attention?"

"I don't want to hurt her." Anakin had answered, his voice breaking slightly.

"Even after she has betrayed your trust?" Palpatine had asked.

"Yes, even after that."

"I see," Palpatine said slowly.

They had sat in silence for a while longer, before the Chancellor had spoken again. "Anakin, what would you like me to do?”

Anakin's eyes snapped up to meet Palpatine's, the Chancellor's question catching him off guard.

"What?" Anakin asked, not comprehending what he was saying.

"I said, what would you like me to do?" Palpatine repeated, his tone calm, his eyes fixed on him.

"What can you do?" Anakin had asked, a slight note of confusion in his voice.

"Anything."

The answer had sent a shiver down Anakin's spine, his heart thudding against his chest. Of course he could, hadn’t he just done the same for him?

"I want..." he trailed off, unsure how to answer.

"What do you want, my boy?"

Anakin swallowed thickly, the weight of his decision crashing down on him. He thought about the look on Ahsoka's face when she had returned. How defeated she had been, how shaken. How tiny she had felt in his arms, how she had clung to him for safety, for support.

How she needed him there, her head resting against his chest, the soft rise and fall of her breathing, soothing his own.

And how he had held her, his hand gently brushing the tears from her cheek, her skin warm under his touch.

And how she had looked at him, her blue eyes shining with a mix of sadness and gratitude, and how his breath had caught in his throat, the sight causing his heart to clench.

"I want to protect her." He had finally said.

"Then that is what we will do."

With a snap, Anakin was brought back to the present.

He had long believed that the reason she was so distant and unattainable was because her true self was concealed by the impenetrable walls of the Jedi teachings, something he too might have experienced had he joined the order at a younger age.

But that wasn’t the truth.

The truth was simple and clear. She just didn’t want him. Not in the way he wanted her.

A pang of sorrow shot through him, a deep ache forming in his chest, and he couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of the end.

That this was the moment where everything would change.

"Where did you go just now?” Padme's question cut through his thoughts like a knife.

"Sorry," he mumbled, forcing a smile. "Just thinking." 

She gave him a concerned look, and Anakin was struck by how different Padme and Ahsoka were.

Ahsoka was strong, confident and passionate, her strength was undeniable, and her fire was all consuming.

Padme was softer, more gentle. Kind, compassionate and all the things Anakin should want. And yet...

"What are you thinking about?" Padme asked, pulling him closer, her eyes searching his face.

"Nothing." He replied, brushing her hair aside, leaning down onto his elbows  to kiss her.

Padme sighed, her body relaxing, and Anakin allowed himself to get lost in the moment, his worries melting away, the only thing left was the sensation of her body beneath his, the taste of her lips, the sound of her sighs.

He had come here tonight to forget, to stop himself from doing something he knew he’d regret. But the pain was still there, swirling around him like a brewing storm.

There was no escape from it, not really.

But if he could lose himself in her, in this, then maybe it would be enough.

It would have to be enough.

“It’s the war, isn’t it?” She asked quietly, her fingers gently caressing his cheek, a small frown forming on her lips.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her touch.

She always did that, whenever they were together, she would touch him, run her fingers through his hair, caress his face, trace patterns along his skin.

She touched him like she loved him, and sometimes he could almost convince himself that she did.

It was strange, the way they could pretend, how easily it came to them, how simple it was.

And yet, it was anything but.

"Sometimes, I wish things were different," He said, his voice low.

"Different how?"

He shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. “Just different." He replied.

She didn't respond, instead she just stared at him, her eyes searching his face, the concern in her eyes almost palpable.

“I just want to forget.” He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Anakin,” she said, pulling him back to meet her eyes, “you're allowed to feel, you know that right?”

"No," he said, shaking his head. "No, I can't."

Padme studied him, a concerned expression on her face. "Why not?"

"Because...because it hurts."

Padme blinked, her mouth dropping open, but words escaped her.

Then he felt her nod, her fingers combing through his hair, and he closed his eyes, letting her take him away.

She shifted, and moved her mouth to his ear, her voice low and husky. "Then let me help you forget."

 

* * *

 

Anakin woke with a start, his chest heaving, his skin coated with sweat.

It took a moment for his vision to clear, and when it did, he realised that he was still in Padme's apartment.

The soft glow of the morning sun was just beginning to filter in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room.

Padme lay next to him, her naked body pressed against his, her breathing deep and even.

She was still asleep, and Anakin took a moment to study her.

The way her dark hair framed her face, the way her eyelashes brushed against her cheekbones, the way her lips curved into a soft smile and for a moment he imagined how different his like would be if he loved her.

It would be easier, for one.

She would love him, she would need him, and she would never betray him. And maybe he would be happier.

He was tired of the pain, the heartbreak, the longing, the yearning. He was tired of always wanting more, of wanting things he could never have. He was tired of wishing for what could never be.

He was tired of fighting. But most of all, he was tired of being alone.

Anakin was no stranger to loneliness. As a slave, he had often been isolated, separated from other people, kept away from the rest of society.

It was a natural part of life, something he had learned to accept, but he hated it. He hated how lonely he felt. He hated the isolation, the constant ache that seemed to permeate his entire being.

And as a Jedi, it had only gotten worse.

There were few opportunities for human connection, for any kind of intimacy.

Even the briefest of touches could be seen as a violation of the code, a breach of the vows he had taken, the oaths he had sworn.

The rules and regulations that had been drilled into him since the moment he had arrived at the temple. He was no longer allowed to have attachments, to form bonds, to develop relationships.

It was an impossible standard, an unrealistic expectation.

And he had struggled, trying desperately to live up to it, trying to deny his feelings, to push them aside, to bury them. But they were always there, gnawing away at him, growing stronger every day.

Anakin sighed, pushing himself up and out of bed, careful not to wake Padme. He put on his clothes and slipped out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him with a quiet hiss.

Once outside, he breathed a sigh of relief, the fresh air clearing his mind, washing away the fog that had settled over him.

He began walking, the city streets still quiet, the sunlight bathing everything in a soft, golden light.

The streets were mostly empty, save for a few people heading to work, and the occasional speeder rushing past.

Anakin felt calm, his thoughts drifting back to Padme, to the way she had touched him, the way she had made him feel, the way she had looked at him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

And for a moment, he had been happy.

For a moment, he had allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this could be his life. That maybe this was what happiness was.

And then the memory of Ahsoka flooded his mind. The image of her lips locked with Rex's, crashed down on him, and the pain, the loneliness, the heartache, all came flooding back.

He felt the familiar ache, the ache that had become a constant presence in his life. The ache that he had learned to ignore, to suppress, to keep buried deep inside, to hide from the world, to hide from himself, surfaced.

Anakin clenched his jaw, his fists tightening, his anger rising, burning through him, threatening to consume him.

He hated it.

He hated the pain, the heartache, the loneliness.

He hated the emptiness, that hollow feeling that seemed to permeate every part of him.

He hated the longing, the desire, the yearning.

He hated it. All of it.

And in that moment, he hated her.

Notes:

Never owe Palpatine a favour, now Anakin owes him two.

Hope you have enjoyed this chapter, slowly trying to reply to all comments but please if you did enjoy this chapter, let me know!

Chapter 21: Meetings of the Light and Dark

Notes:

Very plot heavy chapter.
Sidious schemes, Yoda speaks in riddles and Ahsoka is left with more questions than answers.

Meetings with Darth Sidious usually weren’t held in his office. They typically preferred more covert forms of communication and as the chancellor, every meeting held in his office was recorded by the guards posted at the door.

Yet, the office was all too familiar to his apprentice. It was within this very room, many years ago, that Darth Sidious had divulged his plan for Anakin Skywalker, whom had just been an innocent child at the time. But the apprentice knew, innocence was a lie. They had been far younger, when Sidious had discovered them and their innocence had never mattered.

They could remember their Master explaining his plans for the young, newly freed slave. How he had the power to become the most powerful Jedi, the galaxy had ever seen. And, if played correctly, he would be able to destroy the Jedi order from the inside out.

Sidious had not however counted on Anakin’s unlikely dyad to one, Ahsoka Tano, or the effect it would have on his plans.

Anakin had become an unstoppable force on his own, but the added presence of another, only seemed to make him that much stronger.

“Darkness will rise and light to meet it.” Sidious said, the first time they had discovered the connection. His words had felt like poison, even then.

The apprentice knew what it meant. The prophecy of the chosen one had always been vague and open to interpretation. It had never specified whether it was a Jedi or Sith who would be the one to bring balance to the force.

The apprentice had always hoped, that it would be the latter. That Anakin Skywalker, would destroy the Jedi and the Sith, could finally rule.

It was no secret, the apprentice loathed the Jedi. And it was not for the reasons most assumed. It wasn’t because of the Jedi's teachings and code, or their own hypocrisy. No, it was because of the Jedi's blindness, and their ignorance.

They could not see that they had already failed. They could not see a galaxy in chaos before the war had even begun. They could not see the truth, the Sith had risen and were waiting, biding their time.

The apprentice could not wait, to see the look on their faces, when they finally realized, that they had lost. The apprentice could not wait, to see them destroyed.

Anakin had the power to accomplish that. Ahsoka, however had the power to stop him. Yet, together, united, they had the power to do almost anything.

Anakin was already halfway there. With each passing day, the apprentice could sense the light inside of him, dimming. He had grown cold and distant, his mind, shielded, guarded. And yet, he had not turned.

But, with recent developments, developments that neither they, nor Sidious, had a hand in, he was closer then ever.

It was after all, the nature of darkness to consume. Anakin would turn. It was only a matter of time.

When he did, he would be a weapon of immense power. He would destroy the Jedi, and in the process the remaining light inside of himself, her light.

The apprentice felt a surge of hatred, as they thought of the Togruta. Her very existence, was a thorn in their side. Because she shouldn’t exist, a force dyad hadn’t occurred in centuries.

They were a myth, a legend. Yet, the fact remained, that their dyad existed, and had the potential to become a very real threat.

The apprentice couldn't understand why Sidious wanted her alive, let alone unharmed. It was no secret, how the apprentice despised her. She was the embodiment of everything the Jedi stood for. Everything, the apprentice hated.

It would be a pleasure to see her fall, the apprentice thought.

Sidious had given strict instructions, the moment the dyad had been discovered, that Ahsoka was not to be harmed.

They would obey. They had to, or face the wrath of Sidious. Yet, they longed for the day, when Sidious finally gave them the command, to kill her. They couldn’t wait to sink their blade deep within her chest, to see the life fade from her eyes.

The apprentice felt the shift in the force, moments before Sidious made himself known. Sidious was the only person in the entire galaxy, who was able to sneak up on the apprentice and remain undetected.

The apprentice turned around, as Sidious entered the room. The Sith lord had a smug, self satisfied grin, that the apprentice could not read.

They were tempted to question him, about the sudden shift in his force signature but they decided against it. Sidious did not take kindly to being questioned, especially when it came from his apprentice. It would be unwise to ask.

The apprentice bowed their head, respectfully. Sidious took a seat in his chair, motioning for the apprentice to sit down. The apprentice obeyed, sitting opposite their Master.

They could not see his eyes but they could feel the intensity of his gaze. It was the same intense gaze, that the apprentice had felt the first time they had met him. The first time Sidious had taught them how to mask the darkness inside of themselves.

The Sith's probing presence in their mind was unmistakable. The Apprentice could sense that Sidious was on a relentless hunt for something, or more precisely, someone. It had become a recurring pattern, a constant in every interaction they’d had over the past month and the apprentice allowed it. 

Allowing the Sith to delve into their thoughts and memories seemed the wiser choice compared to attempting to resist him.

The intrusion of his presence in their mind was far from gentle, and the apprentice couldn't deny the pain it inflicted, but they masked their expression, not giving their Master the satisfaction of seeing their pain.

Finally, after a long moment, the Sith pulled back, a satisfied expression crossing his features.

The apprentice did not allow themselves to relax, not fully. Their master was up to something, he always was. They were not foolish enough to think, that the Sith had gotten what he wanted, so easily. No, Sidious was a master of deception. He was manipulative, cunning, and the apprentice, had no doubts, that whatever his motives were, he would succeed.

The apprentice waited, as Sidious studied them. Finally, the Sith lord, spoke.

His tone was casual, conversational, almost friendly. The apprentice did not believe for a second, that his intentions were friendly.

"I must admit, my young apprentice," he started, "I had not expected such an, interesting turn of events. Tell me, are you pleased?"

“Yes, Master.” The apprentice answered, knowing the words Sidious wanted to hear. The truth, was irrelevant.

Sidious was silent for a moment, his silence was unnerving. Finally, the Sith spoke, his tone was low, and menacing. "Your thoughts betray you."

The apprentice stiffened, they knew Sidious was right. Sidious always knew when his apprentice was lying. It was, of course, one of the many reasons, the apprentice did not like, the Sith in their mind.

Sidious continued, as though the apprentice had not heard his last comment.

"You do not agree with my plan for the dyad. I can sense it."

The apprentice could sense a hint of danger in Sidious's voice. They knew that the Sith lord valued their knowledge and skills, but if the apprentice ever became a liability, a threat, then Sidious would not hesitate, to kill them.

"Why spare her?” The apprentice hesitated for only a moment before continuing, “She is a Jedi. She is a threat. You know as well as I do, what she is capable of."

Sidious leaned forward in his chair, and the apprentice felt their stomach drop.

"Because, she will be useful. Do not mistake my compassion, for weakness. I am doing what is necessary, to achieve my goal."

"I am not trying to question you, Master."

"Perhaps not. But I can sense your displeasure."

The apprentice said nothing, knowing that it would be unwise to respond.

"It is understandable. I have put a great deal of faith into you. I have trusted you, with things, I would trust no other. It would be wrong, for me not to allow you the same level of trust."

Sidious leaned back in his chair, a sly smile crossing his features.

"What is it, you would tell me, if I were to allow you to speak freely?"

The apprentice paused, considering their response. The last time they had spoken openly to the Sith lord, he had punished them, severely. They had no wish to repeat the incident.

The Sith lord was a master at deception, and his patience was running thin. If the apprentice was not careful, he would grow tired of their games and simply dispose of them.

The apprentice sighed, knowing, that it would be better to speak, now, and get it over with, than to risk the Sith's ire.

"Why spare her?" The apprentice asked, their voice calm. "She is a threat. She can undo everything we have worked for."

"She will not." Sidious responded, his voice sharp. “She is the key, to his undoing.”

The apprentice raised an eyebrow, the meaning behind the Sith's words, were lost on them.

“I do not expect you to know of such things.”

“What things, Master?”

“Love, love is the key she will use to destroy him. The key to his undoing and the order will follow.” Sidious replied, his words echoing, in the apprentice's mind.

Ahsoka's connection to Anakin, was a double edged sword. She had the potential to save him from the darkness, or to be the catalyst that would destroy him.

There was a chance, that Anakin could be redeemed, the apprentice could not ignore that possibility. Ahsoka had the power to destroy him, just as much as she had the power to save him. The risk was too high, a risk the apprentice couldn’t ignore.

"If Skywalker turns," the apprentice started, "and if she is not killed in the process, she will be a threat. You would risk the success of our plan, for what? Sentimentality?"

"There is no sentiment. My intentions, are far greater, than you can comprehend."

"Then explain it, to me."

The Sith said nothing, but his eyes were glowing with rage.

"Explain to me, what purpose, the girl could serve, if she is not destroyed. Explain to me, why you are so adamant on keeping her alive? She is a threat. If she survives, she will be our undoing."

"If she is not ours, she will be his. It is inevitable."

"What do you mean?"

"You are correct. There is a chance that Skywalker could be redeemed, there is also a chance, that he will fall. And when he does, the girl will follow him. It is the nature of their bond."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I am suggesting, that we wait. We allow them to play their part. The girl will be his undoing. Her presence is the only thing that will lead him to the dark side."

"Are you certain of this?"

"Yes."

The apprentice could sense the truth, in the Sith's words. The certainty in which he spoke. But still, the apprentice could not ignore the nagging doubt in the back of their mind.

"What if, she does not follow him, what if she fights against him?"

“Then she will die and his transformation to the dark side will be complete. And there will be no going back.”

The apprentice nodded. There was some sense in the Sith's logic. It was of course a risk. A risk the apprentice was not certain was worth taking.

Yet, the apprentice could not ignore the thrill that coursed through them, as they thought of the possibilities.

They thought of Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, a Jedi, the hero with no fear. They thought of him, on his knees, a broken man, stripped of everything he loved. And, they thought of him rising again, a Sith lord, more powerful, than any that had ever come before him.

And the apprentice thought, of the young togruta, the girl who was Anakin's match. She was strong, and she was powerful, and the apprentice would very much enjoy, seeing him destroy her.

 

* * *

 

Ahsoka was surprised when she received summons to see Master Yoda. Not that it wasn’t expected, yet the location was different to all there previous meetings.

She walked slowly, taking in the bustling  Jedi Temple. The younglings had a session in the training hall, their small voices carried through the air, echoing with their laughter. The older Padawan's were gathered in the main hall, some sitting while others stood around chatting, the soft chime of their sabers echoed in the distance.

Ahsoka took in a deep breath and held it as she released her feelings into the Force, trying to keep calm and collected.

A few younglings ran passed her, giggling and racing towards their instructor. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her lips, as the small Togruta female looked at her with wide eyes before rushing to catch up with the group.

Walking into the large training room, Ahsoka saw Master Yoda meditating on a mat. She closed the door softly and approached him, kneeling before him.

He didn't open his eyes or acknowledge her presence for a long while, instead, she settled into the meditation as well, clearing her mind and letting her worries fall into the Force.

She didn’t know how much time passed when he finally spoke.

"Strong your feelings are." He said, "Strong and painful. Confusing."

Ahsoka felt her face flush, she knew this was coming. "I apologize, Master Yoda."

"No need." He opened his eyes, "Know I do, why you feel such things."

"You do?" She asked, not knowing what to say.

He hummed softly and nodded, "Long time, these feelings have existed, yet recently grown they have.”

"Feelings, Master?” She asked, not knowing exactly what the Grand Master was picking up on.

"The Force is strong with you, Ahsoka." He looked at her, his expression was unreadable, "A great fear you have.”

"I do not understand, Master." Ahsoka looked at the mat, trying to find the words to say.

"Hmmm," Yoda hummed, his eyes watching her intently. "Difficult this is for you. Confusing. Yes?"

"Yes, Master."

"Tell me you must, Ahsoka. Help me to understand, you will."

"I don't even know how to describe it, Master Yoda." Ahsoka shook her head, her fingers fiddling with her robes.

"Try you will." He said softly.

"I'm afraid, Master." Ahsoka admitted, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Afraid, why?" He asked.

"The mission, I’ve never felt that weak before.. That powerless."

"Hmm," Yoda hummed again.

"I couldn't protect my men. I failed them."

"Fail, you did not."

"I was useless, Master." She shook her head, her heart aching. "I couldn't do anything. They died, because of me."

"Strong the darkness is, Ahsoka. Not a failure you are. Powerful, you are. Strong and wise, yet still learning. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. Do not let the darkness take hold, you must."

"Yes, Master. Thank you." She whispered.

"Yet, not only fear and sorrow is it you feel. Hmmm?" He tapped his cane against the mat.

"Master?" Ahsoka looked at the small green Jedi Master.

"Hmm," He hummed again, looking at her. "Strong and confusing the feelings are. Unfamiliar, they are to me. Hmm."

Ahsoka blushed and looked away, knowing the conversation was about to take a very awkward turn.

"Feelings, we have been taught, are something to let go, not embrace."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry."

"Why, sorry are you, young one?" He asked.

"It's just… I get confused sometimes. It's forbidden for a Jedi to form attachments yet we're suppose to be compassionate.”

"Emotion, yet peace." Yoda said softly.

"But how?" Ahsoka looked at him. "How can we remain peaceful and compassionate, yet not form attachments? How is it possible?"

"Answers, you seek." Yoda said softly, his eyes staring into hers. "Understand, I do. Know what you feel. A great conflict, I sense in you."

"I'm not sure what I'm feeling."

"Feel, you do, yes?"

"I think so." She answered honestly, her hands twisting together.

"Trust the force, you must, young one."

"What if it's wrong, Master?"

"The force, never wrong, it is.”

"Then why do we feel the need to let go of these feelings? Why do we not embrace them?"

"Strong emotions can cloud judgement. Dangerous the dark side can be. Lose yourself you can. A Jedi is selfless, compassionate, wise. Not selfish, not possessive. The Jedi Code, you have read. Have you not?"

"Of course, Master."

"Remember, I do, your trials, Ahsoka." Yoda tapped his cane on the ground. "Remember the choices you have made. Remember, you do, the strength you found. Trust the Force, you must. Do not be afraid, young one."

Ahsoka flushed a deeper shade of orange, her face burning as her hands tightened into fists.

"A great Jedi, I believe you will be. One day." Yoda gave her a rare smile. "Yet, still so much there is to learn. To discover. About yourself and the Force."

"Yes, Master. Thank you." Ahsoka bowed.

"Much there is to do. A gift for you, I have.”

"Gift?"

"Hmm," He nodded and stood.

Ahsoka watched the small Jedi Master shuffle over to his discarded robe and rummage through the pocket, pulling out a small box and walking back.

"Take this, you will."

Ahsoka accepted the small box and opened it, inside was something completely unexpected. A small, colourless crystal. She lifted it, holding it up in the light.

"Master?" She looked at him.

"A lightsaber crystal, it is." He smiled. "Bond with the crystal, you will.”

“Master, I do not understand.” Ahsoka was confused, why was Master Yoda giving her a crystal?

"The crystal, the heart of the lightsaber. A Jedi's weapon.” He answered patiently.

“Yes Master, but I already have one.” She reached behind her, touching the hilt of her own lightsaber.

"A new one you will build." He told her. "A new beginning, this is."

"Why, Master?" Ahsoka asked, not sure what was going on.

"Strong you are, young Ahsoka. Two you shall wield.”

 

* * *

 

A few days had passed since her last visit to the training room, and she returned with a sense of determination, a bag slung comfortably over her shoulder. Within that bag lay the small, unassuming crystal, and her newly built sabre hilt.

As she stepped into the room, she carefully set the bag down, Ahsoka inhaled deeply. With gentle hands, she withdrew the small, box from the bag's depths and placed it within her palms.

Seating herself in the center of the room, her legs crossed and her hands resting calmly together, she prepared herself for the connection she sought to forge.

Closing her eyes, she began to breathe deeply and slowly, seeking the inner calm that would allow her to attune to the Force. The energy, like a constant gentle presence, enveloped her.

Slowly, with each passing moment, the crystal in her palm hummed softly, as if calling to her, drawing her into its ethereal depths. The connection between them deepened as she focused her intent, reaching out to the small, colorless gem. Its inherent beauty was undeniable, a silent testament to the wonders of the Force.

Determined to strengthen this bond, she concentrated harder, delving deeper into the connection with the crystal. Its allure was irresistible, and her heart swelled, as it beckoned her, like a siren's song, inviting her, commuting to her.

When she finally opened her eyes, the crystal was emitting a soft, pale glow that illuminated the room with an otherworldly radiance. A satisfied smile graced her lips as she gazed upon the crystal.

With careful practiced hands,  she delicately inserted the still colorless crystal into the waiting hilt of her lightsaber.

As the crystal settled snugly into place, she activated the weapon, and the result was nothing short of mesmerizing.

The blade that sprang forth was unlike any she had ever seen in her journey as a Jedi. It bore the distinct hue of blue, reminiscent of the serene waters of a tranquil ocean, reflecting the vastness of its depths. But it wasn't just blue; there was a subtle interplay of colors, an enchanting dance between the azure and a soothing green.

The green wisps of light within the blade seemed to ebb and flow like the lush foliage of a vibrant forest, creating a mesmerizing contrast to the deep blue, as if the two colors were inextricably entwined.

Quickly, she reached for her other weapon, igniting it also. To her surprise, it too had changed.

It wasn’t blue, nor was it green, but a balance of the two. Like an amalgam of the two hues, it seemed to draw from both and yet, at the same time, exist as an independent entity.

As she examined the two blades, she could feel the power emanating from them. They hummed with an unmistakable vibrancy, as if they were alive, infused with a life of their own.

There was an intensity in the weapons, a fierce and raw energy. Yet, she could feel no darkness, no hatred or anger. Only a sense of calm and serenity, as if the two forces were at harmony, co-existing, existing in a balance.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Ahsoka jumped slightly, so consumed with her creation, she hadn’t felt a presence approaching her.

She turned, and her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Obi Wan standing at the door, an amused smile crossing his features.

She smiled as she deactivated her lightsabers, placing them back in their place, as Obi Wan took a seat beside her.

"They’re beautiful." He remarked, looking down at her now extinguished sabers.

"Thank you." Ahsoka replied, her smile broadening.

"Master Yoda has taught you well." Obi Wan looked up, meeting her eyes.

"I was originally taught by the best." Ahsoka said, nudging him with her arm.

"Well, I'm certainly no Master Yoda."

"You're the next best thing." Ahsoka said warmly.

"Is that a compliment, or an insult?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Can't it be both?" Ahsoka retorted with a snort.

"So, this is why you haven't been answering my comm." He chuckled, as he pulled the device out.

"Oh, sorry, Master. I didn't realize. I've been working on these for a while."

"So I see." He smiled, before continuing, “The council wishes to speak to you.”

"What? Why?" Ahsoka frowned, she hadn’t expected to be called into seeing them so soon.

"They have a new mission for you."

"Already? What kind of mission?"

"I do not know. They did not specify. But youu'll find out soon enough." He smiled.

Ahsoka frowned. A mission. She wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect, after what happened on the last one. "Master?" She looked at him.

"What is it, Ahsoka?"

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"It's just... the last time I had a mission, it didn't exactly go as planned." She mumbled.

"I'm certain this will be different.” He looked at her, placing a warm reassuring hand on her arm.

"I hope so, Master."

"You have nothing to worry about, Ahsoka. Everything will be fine. The council is confident in your abilities." Obi-Wan continued, rising to his feet. “We should go you’re already late, my old padawan.”

Ahsoka watched him walk towards the door. Sighing, she reluctantly stood, picking up her bag and following after him, a sinking feeling in her gut. “Right behind you, Master.”

Notes:

I have finally caught up on all comments left, thank you all for your continued support. You're all so amazing.

It’s an incredible feeling to have my writing appreciated. I read a quote the other day:

"The whole point of fanfiction is that you get to play inside somebody else's universe. Rewrite the rules. Or bend them. The story doesn't have to end. You can stay in this world, this world you love, as long as you want.”

What started off as just an idea, has developed into almost a novels length of work. So thank you, thank you all for giving me a safe place to share my story. I appreciate it more than you will ever know ❤️

Out of nosy curiosity, has anyone figured out who the apprentice may be? 🤔

Chapter 22: The Perfect Soldier

Notes:

From this point on, a new tagged will be added, sexual slavery. I will try not to be too graphic about it, but if I am, a warning will be given at the start of the following chapters.

There is so much about the clone wars I want to cover, but it won’t be in chronological order and there will be massive divergences from canon.

The violence may be graphic, as well as a high level of sexual content, including some dubious consent.

Once again, this will be warned at the start of the chapter. But because of this, my rating will change to explicit.

Ahsoka moved through the forest, lush greenery surrounded her. The air was filled with the scent of the earth and a cool breeze tickled her skin.

Perhaps she should remember. Perhaps the small part of her who used to be Ahsoka Tano, togruta and not the Jedi she had become, should remember this. But she didn’t.

This place, filled with its towering trees and rich undergrowth was simply a place she was in, not a place she ever remembered calling home.

She was a warrior and this was just another potential battlefield. And like every battlefield, it was full of traps, enemies and danger.

The wind changed and the scent of something new, greeted her. A scent she very much recognised and dread filled her.

Her orders were simple, yet due to her circumstances, incredibly complicated.

A distress call had been received from the planet Kiros, when reinforcements had arrived, the Togruta colonists, had all but disappeared.

Ahsoka’s mission was to scout the planet of Shili, her home world, and make sure that there was no connection to what was happening on Kiros.

As a Jedi Knight and a Togruta herself, Ahsoka was the perfect choice for such a sensitive mission. The togruta of Shili were more primitive, than that of Kiros. They lived by the land and survived through hunting, farming and gathering.

The togruta on Shili were peaceful but not pacifists. If provoked they could and would defend their homes and their way of life.

It had taken the Republic nearly two decades of careful negotiation and peace treaties before the togruta had allowed even limited trade with the Galactic Senate.

It had also taken nearly as long for the Senate and the Republic to recognise the togruta as a civilised people and not simply primitive, backwards savages.

Ahsoka moved carefully through the forest, the scent was still there. There was once a time she would cringe and turn away in disgust, covering her nose in revulsion . Though now the scent of decay and her had become all too familiar with each other.

Rex moved beside her, his weapon held ready. His expression, hidden by his helmet. They hadn’t spoken about it, about the night in his office. And since then, their conversations had been brief and focused only on their mission.

He had his orders and he would obey them. It was his job and his duty. But the memory of how he felt beneath her, the taste of his lips, the smell of him, traitorously lingered in her mind.

How he had looked when she had walked away from him, his back straight and his eyes fixed ahead of him, his lips set into a firm line and his hands curled into fists at his side.

Rex was a soldier, a clone soldier. He followed orders, did his duty and was a consummate professional. But what they had done was anything but professional.

Ahsoka moved towards the edge of the trees. They had made good time and it wouldn't be long now before they reached the settlement.

She looked back over her shoulder at Rex. He stood perfectly still and at attention. His helmet hid his face, but Ahsoka knew he was scanning the area, watching for any possible threats.

They were alone.

The rest of the clone squad had remained behind, to watch the ship and maintain communications.

She looked back towards the settlement. It was quiet.

No birds sang, no insects buzzed.

Something was wrong. The smell of decay was stronger now and Ahsoka had a sinking feeling.

"Stay alert," she whispered to Rex.

"Yes sir," he replied, as she began to move towards the settlement.

The first body was almost hidden amongst the leaves. Its grey-blue skin was torn and mottled, and their eyes were clouded, vacant.

Ahsoka swallowed, the taste of bile was in her mouth and the stench of decay was even stronger. She knelt down and closed their eyes.

She had seen many dead bodies before. Her work for the Republic, the war, her life as a Jedi, had given her many experiences. But it didn't make seeing death any easier.

The smell of death was not new to her, and the sight of blood and gore were nothing more than a common occurrence.

She had seen the carnage of war. Seen the broken and mangled bodies of soldiers and civilians alike. But she had never gotten used to it.

She had fought in countless battles, against countless foes, but she had never once stopped being affected by the horror of it all.

Even now, with the Force so distant and cold, she still felt it, the echoes of the suffering of the dead and dying, and the pain of those left behind.

It was not something you could forget, no matter how hard you tried.

But here, amongst the trees, the silence was eerie. The only sound was her own breathing and the soft tread of her boots on the leaf covered ground.

She kept her senses sharp and her eyes focused. But the forest around her was empty. The only living things she could sense were her and Rex.

They moved through the trees, searching for any signs of life. But they found none.

"They're gone," Ahsoka whispered.

"Do you think they were taken?" Rex asked, his voice low and his hand tightening around his blaster.

“Yes.” She whispered, closing her eyes feeling the force, how cold and silent it felt. “The rest, that were too old, too fragile..” She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “they were left to die.”

 

* * *

It was no secret, Ahsoka hated briefings with the council. But somehow being light years away, knowing the Masters couldn’t feel or sense her emotions, made her feel more at ease.

"What's your report Knight Tano," Master Windu's voice was clear and strong, though the hologram distorted it slightly.

Ahsoka took a deep breath and began, "My investigation on Shili is complete. It was just as we suspected.” She paused, the memory of what she had seen, flashed through her mind.

Rex stood next to her, his face once again concealed by his helmet. He said nothing, his body language betraying nothing.

"I am sending my report now." Ahsoka's fingers moved across the screen of her datapad, and a moment later the Council received her findings.

There was silence for a moment as the Council members read her report. Then Mace Windu spoke. "This is disturbing news. Do you have any leads, any idea where the Togruta are being taken?"

Ahsoka shook her head, her throat tight and her eyes burning. "No," she said.

As she spoke, two new holograms appeared in the meeting. Obi-Wan and Anakin stood side by side, their expressions grim.

"We have a lead." Obi-Wan's voice was calm and his tone even.

Ahsoka felt Anakin’s eyes on her, and for a moment she thought she saw his jaw clench. She felt a strange wave of emotions from him, through their bond. A feeling she didn’t recognise, one that felt cold.

Ahsoka hadn’t seen Anakin since the day in her quarters, when he had held her. She had felt so protected, warm and safe in his arms. Yet now, the feelings rolling off him were distant, harsh and cold. And she couldn’t understand why.

"We have reports of slavers in the outer rim." Obi-Wan said.

"Do you have proof, or are these simply rumours?" Master Plo asked.

"It is unconfirmed." Obi-Wan replied, his hand absently stroking his beard.

"We believe the slavers may have some connection to the separatists, perhaps the Zygerrians." Anakin added, his eyes flickering briefly towards Ahsoka, his gaze steeling.

"The outer-rim is a large area, and we do not have the resources to send a fleet to search the whole system. Do you have any suggestions Master Kenobi, General Skywalker, on how we should proceed?" Master Plo asked.

"Zygerria is known to be a haven for slavers, I suggest we send a covert team." Anakin said, his voice firm and his eyes focused ahead of him, not meeting Ahsoka’s gaze.

"Agreed," Obi-Wan said, folding his arms. "A single ship and a small group of highly skilled operatives."

"You are volunteering?" Mace asked, leaning forward.

"Yes, and I know just the Jedi for the job."

"Knight Tano, do you have any objections to this plan?" Mace turned his attention to Ahsoka.

"No, I agree with Master Kenobi and General Skywalker."

Mace nodded and looked to the rest of the Council, his gaze settling on Master Plo, "Master Plo, do you have any suggestions?"

"I agree also  with Master Kenobi and General Skywalker. The situation on Kiros, as well as the abductions on Shili, are far too important to ignore. We need to investigate the situation further, and a small covert team is the best choice."

Mace nodded again, and looked to Master Yoda, who had sat silently listening, his eyes closed.

"Agree, I do. But careful, we must be. Great care and caution are needed. The outer rim, a haven for slavers and thieves. Dangers, great dangers, there are. Pose you should as a slave Knight Tano. Blend in, you must."

Ahsoka suppressed a shudder at the thought. She had always known her people had a sordid history. The Zygerrians and the Togruta had a complicated and often violent relationship. It had been generations since the togruta had been slaves, and many had forgotten that their ancestors had once been bought and sold like property.

"It's the best option. No one would expect a Jedi to pretend to be a slave. Nor a Jedi to pretend to be her handler.” Windu said, his eyes meeting Anakin’s meaningfully.

Anakin looked away from the Master and glanced briefly at Ahsoka. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding.

"Yes, I can see how it would be beneficial.” Anakin replied, a slight note of hesitation in his voice.

Ahsoka wondered then, if they could see what she did. How his shoulders tensed, how his mouth moved into a firm line or the way his hands curled into fists at his side.

"Very well," Mace said, "Then it's decided. You and Knight Tano will go to the Chorlian sector, and investigate the planet Zygerria. See what you can find out about these slavers, and see if the Separatists are involved."

"We will leave soon." Anakin said.

“It will take me and my team at least two days of hyperspace travel to reach you and rendezvous with your ship." Ahsoka added.

"We will contact you when we are enroute to Zygerria. May the force be with you." Obi-Wan nodded his farewell and his hologram along with Anakin’s, faded.

 

* * *

 

Rex didn’t remove his helmet for the briefing, in fact Ahsoka was certain he hadn’t removed it in her presence, since the night in his office.

His men sat quietly and waited for him to begin. They were well disciplined and they had learned, after several lessons, that Rex was not the type of captain to suffer fools or anyone who interrupted him.

He began with a brief report on their mission. He told them of the colony on Kiros, the missing togruta, the deaths on Shili, and how the Togruta had been taken.

No one spoke or even seemed to breathe.

He continued, telling them of his orders, that their mission was to find out where the missing colonists had been taken and rescue them.

When he was finished, no one said anything for a few moments.

The clones didn't question orders, they knew better, they had been trained better.

Their training had been drilled into them from a young age, their purpose, their reason for being, was to serve and obey.

No one questioned it. No one dared to question it. They were born to serve and to fight and die for the Republic.

It was a fate that no one, not even the youngest and newest of the clones, ever questioned.

After all, they were lucky.

Most clones were killed during the fighting. Many of them died on the front lines, without ever seeing the inside of a starship.

Some died before they were even sent out. Those clone child who failed their tests, were disposed of, their bodies were discarded like trash and their existence forgotten before it had even really began.

Those were the unlucky ones.

The rest were sent to the front, to the most dangerous and desperate of battles. They were sent to die.

They didn't have the luxury of questioning.

"Sir?" A clone asked, his voice low and hesitant.

Rex turned his head towards the clone. His helmet obscured his face, but the tilt of his head, the slight tilt of his shoulders, the way he held himself, said he was curious.

"Yes, trooper?"

"What happened to the other colonists, the ones that were left behind?"

Ahsoka glanced at Rex, wondering if he would tell them.

The truth was, that the older and frailer Togruta were left behind to die. They were a drain on resources and a would be burden.

The Separatist had no need for them. They had no use for the elderly, the weak or the infirm. No they only wanted the strongest of males, the most beautiful of the females. They had separate plans for them both.

Rex remained silent for a moment, before he said, "They were left behind."

Ahsoka glanced at him, he hadn't told his men the truth, not entirely, but he hadn't lied either.

"What happened to them, Sir?" The trooper asked, his tone was still low and his voice was still hesitant, but there was an edge of something else to it.

Ahsoka glanced at the trooper and saw a faint glimmer of emotion in his eyes, it was brief and barely noticeable, but it was there.

"They were left to die." Rex answered, his voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a hardness that Ahsoka hadn't heard before.

The room was quiet, the only sound was the low hum of the ship's engine. No one spoke for a long moment.

Ahsoka could sense the unease in the room, the anger, the sorrow. It was subtle, barely detectable, but it was there.

"We are going to find them, sir," the trooper said, his voice low, his tone calm.

Rex nodded, his helmet still obscuring his face.

"Yes, we are." He said, his voice was strong, confident.

The rest of the briefing was short and to the point and once finished the troopers were dismissed.

Ahsoka stayed behind, lingering in the briefing room as the clones filed out.

Rex stood in front of the view port, looking out into the blackness of space.

She moved towards him, her steps slow and quiet.

He didn't turn towards her, but she knew he was aware of her.

She stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the view port, the stars twinkled brightly, their light was bright yet distant as they flew through hyperspace.

"It's beautiful." She said, her voice soft and her eyes fixed on the stars.

"It is." Rex replied, his voice was low and his words were quiet.

The silence stretched between them, the distance between them was vast and growing wider.

“We should talk.” Ahsoka said in a soft whisper, trying to avoid catching the attention of anyone who may overhear them.

Though they stood alone in the room, the rest of their battalion already on their way to the mess hall, or preparing to retired to their bunks.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, watching his every move. He hadn't looked at her, not since that night, not since...

“Can you remove your helmet?”

Rex finally turned his head, his eyes meeting hers through the visor, before nodding and reaching up.

Her eyes were drawn to the action, following the movements, she heard the slight hiss of air, as the helmet came off, and his face was revealed.

His expression was hard, unreadable, his gaze not quite meeting hers.

Her heart thudded in her chest, her palms beginning to sweat. She knew this would be difficult, but she didn't think it would be this hard.

Ahsoka had rehearsed the conversation over and over again in her mind, but now that she was faced with the real thing, words failed her.

He stood in front of her, his eyes finally meeting hers, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She couldn’t help but stare, drinking in the sight of him, his strong jaw, his full lips, his eyes.

Ahsoka hadn't realised how much she had missed the sight of him, until now. He looked as handsome as ever, even though his expression was tense, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched.

He didn’t look like the man who had held her in his arms just a week ago. The man who had kissed her, the man whose lips had sent a fire through her veins, the man who had ignited a longing deep inside her.

He looked like the Captain of her Battalion, the loyal soldier, the perfect clone.

“We should talk.” she said again, her voice cracking slightly.

She saw his jaw clench again, his hands balling into fists, his shoulders tensing.

"I think it would be best if we didn’t," his voice was low, a slight resound note to it.

Her heart sank, a pain shooting through her chest. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, hadn’t meant to make him feel this uncomfortable. She felt the guilt, the regret rolling off him in waves and she felt powerless to stop it.

"I'm sorry, Rex." she breathed, her voice wavering, "I never should have put you in that position. I never should have..” Words failed her again.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, General." His words were clipped, his tone hard.

Ahsoka shook her head, unable to tear her gaze away from his. "No, I do. I shouldn't have..”

"Stop." Rex said, his eyes meeting hers, his expression pained.

She froze, the air catching in her lungs.

He closed his eyes, exhaling sharply, his hands still clenched at his sides. "Just, stop."

The words stung, a cold feeling settling in her gut. Ahsoka opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“I’m sorry.” Rex didn’t meet her eyes as he spoke, instead he looked just above her right shoulder, his gaze fixed on something she couldn’t see.

“Why?” Ahsoka asked, her eyebrow markings knitting together.

He still didn’t look at her, but he responded, his voice strong, unwavering. “I took advantage of the situation, General. For that I apologise.”

“Advantage?” Ahsoka asked with a small, humourless laugh. “You think you took advantage of me?”

That, apparently, hadn’t been the reaction he was expecting. His head snapped up, his eyes finally meeting hers, his mouth hung open for a moment, before he shut it. His eyes searched her face, as though he were looking for some explanation in her features.

“Didn’t I?”

Ahsoka sighed and shook her head, taking a step away from him. She should leave, go to her bunk, try to get a couple of hours sleep. But she found herself unable to move any further.

He watched her carefully, and she was suddenly aware of how closely he was monitoring her reaction.

She shook her head again, not breaking eye contact.

For a moment, she thought she saw relief cross his features, but then it was gone and his face was carefully clean of any expression again.

She could sense the change in his mood. His earlier guilt had dissipated, but was quickly replaced by confusion, and a growing sense of something else. Something she recognised.

She pushed the thought from her mind, trying to ignore the way her skin tingled and how her heart skipped a beat.

No, this wasn't a good idea.

It had been a stupid decision on her part to even think about what it would be like to kiss him again. A stupid decision to kiss him at all to begin with.

She didn’t want to complicate their relationship. They had worked together for too long and too well. She didn't want to lose that.

This was just an infatuation. Nothing more. It was just a physical attraction, something that could easily be overcome. She wasn’t even sure how much of it was real, and how much was just a result of her own inexperience and lack of knowledge about these things.

He was her friend. Her colleague. That was all.

But he was standing there, looking at her with those eyes, and she could feel him through the Force, and she had the strangest urge to close the distance between them and feel his arms around her again.

The Force whispered to her, and images flashed in her mind. She was reaching up, grabbing his shirt, pulling him towards her, her lips brushing his. His hands sliding around her waist. Her heart beat faster. Her skin flushed. Her breath catching in her throat.

The images vanished as quickly as they had appeared, and she blinked.

They had come from him, she realised. She had often felt sensations from people, but never images, never something that intense.

Rex wasn't looking at her, his eyes were fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched, his breathing shallow.

Kriff.

The silence was deafening, and Ahsoka couldn't bring herself to look at him, so instead she stared at a point over his left shoulder.

There were a few more seconds of heavy silence, before he finally spoke.

"It’s been a long couple of days, sir. We should get some rest."

His words were clipped, his voice even, but he was avoiding her gaze and he didn't wait for her to respond before turning on his heels and walking away.

He hesitated for a moment before leaving the room, but he didn’t turn back to her.

"We were both caught up in the moment," he continued, his voice softer now, yet the words still hurt. "It won't happen again."

He disappeared and the sound of his footsteps faded away. She stood there, staring at the spot where he had disappeared, her heart pounding and her skin burning.

It wouldn’t happen again.

She knew that. She understood that. It couldn't happen again. It was the right decision, the smart decision.

So why did she feel so conflicted? Why did her heart ache and her chest tighten?

And why, despite knowing all of this, did the Force whisper to her, a truth that she knew in her soul was not a lie, was not an impossibility, was not just a dream.

It would happen again.

Notes:

Thank you all once again for all your comments! I still get a jolt of happiness every time I get a email notification from one of you, and I love reading all your thoughts and theories.

As for the latest developments of this chapter please remember, this is a slow burn. There is a lot more that is going to happen before we get to the main pairing. Please keep that in mind ❤️

I think I always get a little paranoid when I write longer chapters. Fun fact, I do all my writing on my phone. So please, if I do miss anything in my editing, let me know. ❤️

Chapter 23: Focus on the Mission

Notes:

Chapter Contains: Mentions of slavery, rape and past abuse. However I do not go into much detail, but be warned.

Ahsoka sat alone in the briefing room, her datapad in front of her, her eyes scanning the report. It had been two standard days since their last briefing and the tension between her and Rex had only increased.

She hadn’t spoken to him about their encounter, their interactions limited to professional discussions, status reports and the occasional exchange of orders.

She hadn't spoken to anyone about it, her head still spinning from what had happened.

Her thoughts drifted back to that night, his lips on hers, his skin hot under her hands, her body pressed up against his.

She sighed.

They both seemed to be doing everything in their power, too avoid being alone together again. She couldn’t blame him, he was a captain and she was his general. The lines were clearly drawn and they had both crossed them.

And yet, when she was alone at night, the memory of the way he looked at her, the way he had kissed her, the way he had made her body burn, would fill her mind, and she would drift off to sleep wondering what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted. What would have happened if they hadn't stopped?

No, it was easier to pretend as if the night hadn’t happened, like it hadn’t meant anything. Like she wasn't still thinking about it, his lips on hers, his mouth, his body...

She pushed the memory away, and Ahsoka forced her attention back to the datapad. Rereading the information Obi-Wan and Anakin had gathered.

Zygerria was a haven for slavers and criminals. The planet itself was a cesspool, filled with violence, poverty and corruption.

She read through the rest of the report, her stomach churning and a cold feeling settling in her gut.

Ahsoka frowned, her fingers tapping on the screen, she pulled up a photo of Queen Miraj Scintel. She was striking, Ahsoka couldn’t deny that, her skin was smooth and flawless, her lips painted red and her eyes sharp and piercing.

Ahsoka scrolled down the report, her eyes focusing on Queen Scintels background. She was young, only in her late twenties, yet she ruled the Zygerrian empire with an iron fist.

She was ruthless and cunning, and her reputation for cruelty was well known.

Ahsoka scrolled further down, her eyes landing on a photo.

Queen Scintels father had been the previous king of Zygerria and when he had died, Miraj had taken the throne. There was controversy there, Ahsoka realised. His death was sudden and unexplained, many believed Miraj had orchestrated his murder, though there was no proof.

Ahsoka closed the report, her fingers moving across the screen, she brought up the photos Obi-Wan and Anakin had included.

Many were surveillance photos, taken by Obi-Wans spy droid, and the rest were a mixture of official and unofficial Zygerrian government documents.

Ahsoka scanned the images, her eyes focusing on the Queen. Miraj was tall and slender, her body was covered in intricate tattoos and Ahsoka couldn’t help but feel sickened.

The Queen wore little, her clothes were skimpy and revealing, showing off her toned and muscular form. Ahsoka couldn’t bare to linger on the photos of Queen Scinentals slaves, the sight of the collars, the chains, the humiliation and pain, burned into her memory.

The Togutans and the Zygerrians shared a history, a dark and sordid one. There were a great many reasons why her species had remained isolated for so long.

The togruta where once slaves, they had been used, abused and treated like animals. Many Togrutans were sold, traded and bred, simply to serve and please their Zygerrian masters.

There were reasons for the Togruta’s reluctance to trade and interact with the rest of the galaxy, reasons why they were hesitant to allow outsiders to visit their world. Reasons why the togruta were hesitant to trust, and often viewed others with suspicion and distain. And reasons why they’re kind were so few in numbers.

Ahsoka flicked through the photos, her eyes scanning the images.

Queen Scinentals slaves were from all over the galaxy. Humans, twi-leks, neimoidians, rodians, even a few zabraks. All were young, beautiful and healthy, or at least appeared to be so.

Ahsoka focused on the image, her finger tapping on the slaves face, the twi-lek was young, her skin smooth and flawless, her violet colouring a stark contrast to the Zygerrian queen.

Ahsoka’s stomach turned, the slaves beauty was clear and Queen Scinentals tastes were obvious.

She scrolled through the rest of the photos, her eyes narrowing, Queen Scinentals harem was large and varied. They were so beautiful and Ahsoka couldn't help the sickening feeling that grew in her gut.

Slaves where nothing more than property, Queen Scinentals property. A prized possession, a status symbol, something to be coveted, owned and controlled.

Ahsoka closed the report, her fingers rubbing her temples, she closed her eyes, trying to ease the growing headache.

Then she thought of Anakin. He never talked about his time as a slave, never mentioned the horrors he must of endured. The only times she had an inkling of what he must have gone through, was when he lost control, when his pain and suffering would seeped through his shields.

When his dreams proved to be too much and he would inadvertently pull her into them. When she would experience his nightmares, his fears, his memories.

Ahsoka shuddered, Anakin had never told her, had never confided in her what exactly happened. But she knew, she had seen the scars on his back, felt his pain, heard his screams.

Anakin rarely spoke of his past, his mother, his life as a slave, he kept his memories locked away, buried deep inside him. So deep that not even Ahsoka could reach them.

Anakin had never told her, but she knew, she had seen, experienced his terrors. Had felt his pain, heard his screams, and she had held him as he cried.

It wasn’t something they ever spoke of, it was something Anakin never acknowledged, his past, his slavery, was a subject he refused to discuss.

Ahsoka rubbed her temples again, trying to ease the dull ache that was growing.

She opened her eyes, focusing on the datapad. Obi-wan’s spy droid had provided a detailed description of Queen Scinentals palace, including the layout, security and guard rotations.

Ahsoka flicked through the images, Obi-wan’s droid had been thorough, providing not only maps of Queen Scinentals palace and slave quarters, but also detailed plans of the rest of Zyageria’s capital city.

Ahsoka studied the images, the droids  spatial parameters were extensive, providing not only maps and layouts, but also aerial images, street views and even satellite imaging. Obi-wan had truly outdone himself.

Ahsoka couldn't help but smile, her old master was a meticulous planner and he had provided her with all the information they would need to infiltrate Queen Scinentals palace, city and slave quarters.

Ahsoka flicked through the rest of Obi-wan’s report, her smile fading. It was a good plan, a solid plan. But it wasn’t a perfect plan.

 

* * *

 

Anakin stood on the bridge of the Negotiator, his eyes fixed on the view port, his gaze distant and his expression hard.

Obi-wan stood beside him, his arms folded and his posture relaxed, his expression neutral.

Neither spoke for several minutes, the silence stretching between them.

"You don’t have to do this." Obi-wan finally said, his tone soft, yet his words were firm.

Anakin didn’t respond, his gaze still fixed on the stars.

"You don’t have to accompany Ahsoka on this mission.” Obi-wan continued, his eyes focused ahead of him, watching his former apprentice carefully.

"Yes, I do." Anakin’s voice was low, a slight note of something to it, something Obi-wan couldn’t quite place.

He shook his head, sighing, his hands moving to his beard, his fingers stroking the neatly trimmed hair. “No, you don’t. Ahsoka is more than capable of completing this mission without you." Obi-wan’s tone was calm, his words even, his gaze still fixed on his former padawan. “I could be the one to accompany her.”

Anakin finally turned his head towards him, his eyes meeting his, his expression hard, his jaw clenched.

"No."

Obi-wan raised an eyebrow, a slight smile tugging at his lips, "No? You think I couldn’t complete this mission?"

Anakin turned his gaze away from him, his focus once again fixed on the view port.

"You are needed here." Anakin replied, his voice low, his tone even, his posture tense.

Obi-wan sighed, shaking his head, his hand once again stroking his beard, his fingers absently playing with the neatly trimmed hair. “I know how difficult this mission will be for you, my old padawan.”

Anakin stiffened, his fists curling at his side, his shoulders tensing.

"Difficult doesn’t even begin to describe it." Anakin’s voice was barely a whisper, yet his words were strong, the underlying emotions, rolling off him in waves through the force.

Obi-wan reached out, placing his hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

"You don’t have to accompany Ahsoka on this mission." Obi-wan repeated, his voice low, his tone gentle.

Anakin shook his head, exhaling sharply, his eyes finally meeting his. "Yes, I do." Anakin repeated.

Obi-wan withdrew his hand, his gaze once again fixed on his former apprentice.

Anakin didn’t speak, his eyes once again turning towards the view port, his gaze distant.

"Why?"

The word hung in the air between them, the silence heavy, the tension thick. Obi-wan waited, watching his former apprentice carefully, studying his reaction.

Anakin exhaled sharply, his eyes fixed on the stars, his fists curled at his side, his posture rigid, his shoulders tense.

Obi-wan felt it then, through the force, a mixture of emotions, so many different emotions, he couldn't identify them all, couldn’t pick them apart.

"Because if anyone can complete this mission, it’s me." Anakin finally replied, his voice low, his body tense. "Because if anyone understands the horrors of being a slave, it’s me."

Obi-wan inhaled slowly, exhaling deeply, he placed his hand on Anakin's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I know this will be difficult for you."

Anakin didn’t reply, he didn't acknowledge his words, didn’t even turn his head.

"If this mission proves too much for you, if you need to take a step back, just say the word. I can accompany Ahsoka instead." Obi-wan’s voice was soft, his words gentle.

"No." Anakin shook his head, his hands curling at his side, his eyes still fixed on the stars.

Obi-wan waited, the silence once again stretching between them, his hand returning to rest on Anakin's shoulder.

"Anakin." Obi-wan finally spoke, his tone gentle. "If this mission proves to be too much for you, if you feel that you are unable to cope with the demands of the mission, you must tell me."

Anakin finally turned his head, his eyes meeting his, his expression was hard, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.

“Do you know what they do to Togurtan woman? Do you know the depravity of it?" Anakin asked, his voice low, his words bitter.

Obi-wan didn't answer, didn’t reply, didn’t even move, just watched him carefully.

"They rape them. They sell them. They trade them. They use them. They breed them. And they treat them as if they are nothing." Anakin hissed, his fists uncurling, his expression softening slightly, his eyes filled with pain. "She is not going into that world without me.”

Obi-wan closed his eyes, inhaling slowly, exhaling deeply. He opened his eyes, meeting Anakins gaze.

"Ahsoka is more than capable—" Obi-wan started.

"She is not going into that world, without me." Anakin interrupted, his voice was firm, his words hard.

Obi-wan released another deep breath, his hand squeezing Anakins shoulder.

"Anakin, if this mission proves to be too much, if it brings too many unwanted memories, if it becomes too personal, you must tell me.. You must tell me."

Anakin met his gaze, his eyes searching his face. Everything about this mission was personal. Every moment of it would be painful. Every step, every breath would bring back memories Anakin would rather forget.

Obi-wan released another breath, his hand squeezing Anakins shoulder one more time.

"This mission will require you to be someone you hate. You will be forced to return to a life, you have spent years trying to forget." Obi-wan paused, his eyes searching Anakins face. "Will you be able to do that? Will you be able to be someone, you hate, for the sake of the mission?"

Anakin swallowed hard, his eyes once again turning towards the stars. “Yes."

Obi-wans grip tightened on his shoulder, his eyes studying him, watching him carefully.

"No one would fault you for not being able to complete this mission. No one would judge you for being unable to be someone you despise." Obi-wan spoke softly, his voice low. "This mission will test you, it will push you, it will challenge you. And it will be hard. It will be difficult."

Anakin didn’t speak, didn't move, didn't react, just stood there, his eyes fixed on the stars.

"If you cannot complete this mission, that is not a failure on your part." Obi-wan continued, his voice soft, his words gentle. "It will not make you less of a Jedi, less of a General, less of a person. Do you understand me?"

Anakin turned his head towards him, his eyes meeting his.

"I can do this." Anakin’s voice was low, his words strong. "I am the only person who can complete this mission. I am the only Jedi who has ever been a slave, who understands on a fundamental level, what these slaves face, what they have endured."

Obi-wan watched him for a long moment, his eyes scanning his face, his expression, his posture.

"Yes, you are. You are also the Jedi, most affected by this mission, most affected by slavery." Obi-wan responded, his voice still low, his tone still gentle. "But that does not mean, you are the only Jedi capable of completing this mission. I can be the one to accompany Ahsoka. You have nothing to prove Anakin, no point to make."

Anakin’s eyes searched his, his expression hard, his jaw clenched. Obi-wan felt it then, through the force, Anakin’s emotions, so strong, so powerful, so raw.

Anger. Pain. Guilt. Regret. Rage. Desperation.

It washed over him, and Obi-wan had to stop himself from taking a step back, from breaking the contact, from releasing a deep breath.

Anakin’s emotions were strong, they always had been, his passions had always been a problem, his fear, his anger, his love. They were strong, all consuming, and Obi-wan found himself, struggling to maintain his own calmness, his own serenity.

"I can complete this mission, Master. And Ahsoka needs me." Anakins voice was soft, his words even.

Obi-wan sighed, releasing his grip on Anakins shoulder, taking a step back, his eyes once again scanning his former apprentices face.

Anakin exhaled, his shoulders relaxing, his fists uncurling.

"Very well." Obi-wan said, his expression neutral, his words soft. "I trust you to make the right decision Anakin. I trust you to do what is necessary, to complete the mission."

 

***

 

Anakin knew it would be painful to see Ahsoka again. He knew it would be difficult, to see her after what he had found out, after what he had seen.

But he wasn't prepared for the wave of emotions that hit him, when she stepped off the landing ramp.

He had expected the anger, the betrayal, the hurt. But what he hadn't expected, was the guilt.

The shame, the sadness, the regret.

Wasn’t this how she had felt? Seeing him again, after Padme?

She had locked her emotions down, deep within her. Anakin felt only an inkling of it at the time, he realised. But he had never known; really known how much it must of hurt her, until now.

He swallowed hard, his mind drifting back to how he had held Ahsoka in his arms, his lips pressed against her forehead. How she had clung to him, for safety, for support.

And he had been there, ready to catch her, ready to keep her safe, to protect her.

Anakin clenched his fist, his nails digging into the skin. He couldn’t think of that, couldn't dwell on that, couldn't focus on the fact, he had held her in his arms. That he had comforted her, that he had reassured her.

Because only mere hours before that, he knew she had been in the arms of another man.

In the arms of a clone.
In the arms of her captain.

Anakin swallowed hard, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Trying to suppress the images, that were threatening to fill his mind.

He couldn’t think of that.

Of her.
Of them together.

Anakin inhaled sharply, forcing the thoughts, the feelings, the emotions, away. His mental shields were in place, protecting his thoughts and emotions. It was an instinct at this point, he realised. He did it without even thinking, his mind locking away what was too painful, too personal.

He wasn't about to let her in, to allow her to see what was going on inside his mind.

No.

Anakin wouldn't allow himself to become vulnerable, to make himself open and exposed. He couldn’t allow her to see the emotions, the turmoil that was currently raging through him. So, he locked it all away.

Anakin focused on his breathing, the steady rise and fall of his chest, as he inhaled and exhaled slowly.

He needed to be strong, to not let his emotions control him, to not allow them to get the better of him.

He turned his attention to the task at hand, focusing on the mission, his orders, his duty.

His gaze moved across the docking bay, his eyes sweeping over the clones, the ships, the troopers. It was busy, but not too busy, and there were only a handful of people moving around.

Anakin turned his attention back to the landing ramp, his gaze focused on Ahsoka.

Her movements were stiff, her posture tense, her expression hard.

It wasn’t a surprise. The mission they were about to undertake, would be a difficult one. The plan wasn’t exactly simple, and it was far from straightforward. And that didn't make the tension brewing, any easier.

And that didn’t change the fact, that this was the first time, since he had learned of her involvement with her captain, that he had seen her in person.

Anakin exhaled, his eyes moving from Ahsoka, to the clone standing at attention beside her.

His chest tightened, his stomach twisted and the anger, the rage, the jealousy, returned with a vengeance.

Yet, he still had a burning need to protect her. Even now. Even after everything.

He couldn’t help it, despite his anger, despite the rage, the pain, the betrayal. He still wanted to protect her. To keep her safe.

To save her.

Anakin swallowed the lump that had once again formed in his throat, his eyes moving back to her. Anakin forced himself to push the anger, the rage, the jealousy away. Forced himself to remain calm, to control his emotions, to let the feeling pass through him.

Ahsoka approached him, her steps slow and steady, her eyes never leaving his.

"General Skywalker." She greeted him, her voice even, but he felt her warmth and her joy at seeing him again.

Anakin nodded, his expression hard, his jaw tight, his eyes never leaving hers. "General Tano."

Anakin watched her, watched her expression, her reaction, the way her brow creased in confusion, the way her shoulders tensed, the way her hands clenched at her side.

"Captain Rex, this is, General Anakin Skywalker." Ahsoka finally introduced, her voice even, her expression a perfectly constructed mask.

Anakin didn't speak, didn't respond, didn't react. Just watched her, studied her, analysing her every movement.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." Rex said, his voice steady, his tone even, his words professional.

Anakin didn't acknowledge him, instead his words were directed towards Ahsoka. “We have work to do.”

He would talk to her, about everything, Anakin decided. But only once the mission was complete.

Anakin didn’t have the energy, the mental strength, the emotional fortitude, to deal with everything that had happened. Not yet. Not when there was a job to be done.

He had to focus on the mission, on the task at hand. He would deal with the rest, later.

Notes:

I have a really bad habit of writing scenes that will happen chapters and chapters ahead of where I actually am and that is what has happened to me this week. 😮💨

Sorry for the slower update, that along with life has really caught up to me. But fear not, because of my weird writing habits, the next chapter is almost done. To say it’s intense, would still be an understatement. 🙃

⭐️⭐️If you’re looking for another slow burn Anisoka fanfiction to read, evepiu is translating their German version of ‘I Won’t Leave You’ into English! So far I am all caught up and absolutely loving it!

I’m not normally one to advertise other fics, especially on my own, but this is a rare gem of a story and I cannot wait for more. 100% recommend!⭐️⭐️

You can find the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51051166/chapters/128980930 ❤️

Chapter 24: A Cloaked Desire

Notes:

Sooo, this was just meant to be one single scene, which somehow ended up into a whole chapter. Aka, the chapter I was never meant to write, but I’m glad I did. 🫠

Anakin continues not to handle his emotions very well. More miscommunication, angst and tension. Very reminiscent of their bickering in chapter 3, just with a more aggressive edge.

No chapter warnings ❤️

“I am not wearing that.” Ahsoka said, her eyes focused on the clothing hanging before her.

Anakin stood behind her, his arms folded, his expression impassive.

"You need to blend in Ahsoka, and this will help you do that." Obi-wan replied, his voice calm and even.

Ahsoka glared at him, her arms crossing over her chest, her mouth twisting in disgust.

"This isn’t an outfit, this is a piece of cloth." Ahsoka hissed, her eyes darting between the two men, her expression furious.

"Ahsoka." Obi-wan spoke softly, his voice gentle, his tone careful. "These are the clothes you are supposed to wear. You need to infiltrate the palace, and wearing the correct attire, is a large part of that."

Ahsoka stared at him, her eyes narrowing, her arms crossing over her chest, defensively.

"I'm not putting that on." Ahsoka said, her voice low and firm.

Obi-wan met her gaze, his eyes searching her face, his expression neutral, his posture relaxed.

"Ahsoka..." Obi-wan started, his voice still gentle, almost deliberate.

"There has to be another way." Ahsoka shot back, her words clipped.

"There isn't." Anakin answered, almost bored.

Ahsoka spun around, her eyes focusing on him, her arms dropping to her sides, her fingers curling into fists.

"What did you say?" Ahsoka asked, her tone sharp, her words harsh.

"I said there isn't." Anakin repeated, his expression a mask of indifference.

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her hands clenching into fists.

"There is a reason you have to wear that." Anakin continued, his lack of sympathy evident in every word.

"I don't have to wear anything." Ahsoka replied, her voice rising slightly, her words carrying a hint of a growl.

“Well, you will fit in perfectly with the rest of the slaves then!” Anakin snapped, harshly.

"Anakin!" Obi-wan exclaimed, his voice a combination of shock and warning.

Anakin turned towards him, his gaze intense, his expression furious.

"You don't need to take your frustrations out on Ahsoka." Obi-wan added.

"And she doesn't need to make things more difficult than they need to be." Anakin snapped, his eyes still focused on his former Master.

Ahsoka inhaled sharply, her mouth opening, her words dying on her lips.

Anakin turned, walking towards the door, his stride long and purposeful. He paused, his hand resting on the handle, his eyes flickering towards Ahsoka, then Obi-wan.

"Let me know when she’s done.” Anakin said his voice flat, his eyes cold. Then he was gone.

Ahsoka stared after him, her body tense, her eyes fixed on the doorway. Her jaw tightened, her teeth clenching.

He’d been like this, since the moment she had arrived on the Negotiator. Cold, distant, and unfeeling.

It was like talking to a stranger. A cold, detached, emotionless stranger.

She had tried to talk to him, several times. But each time, he had brushed her off, ignoring her. He had avoided her, refusing to spend more than a few minutes at a time with her.

It was strange, he’d never been this distant before, this closed off.

"Ahsoka." Obi-wans voice broke through her thoughts.

"Yes." Ahsoka answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know you don't want to do this, but you need to blend in."

Ahsoka stared at him, her eyes scanning his face, taking in his expression, his body language, his posture.

"I know." Ahsoka finally whispered, her eyes returning to the outfit in front of her. "But I don't like it."

"No one does." Obi-wan said, his voice low, his words soft. “Least of all, Anakin, as it would appear.”

Ahsoka didn’t reply, just continued staring at the clothing.

"Anakin is not handling this mission, very well." Obi-wan continued, his tone quiet, his voice hushed.

Ahsoka looked at him, her eyebrow markings rising. "No? Wouldn’t have guessed that.” She replied rolling her eyes.

"He is having trouble coping with the nature of the mission. He is struggling with the idea, of what will be expected of him, of what he will have to do."

Ahsoka remained silent, her eyes fixed on Obi-wan, waiting for him to continue.

"Anakin has never handled his past, very well. You know that better than anyone. And now, with the added pressures of this mission, and the expectations of the role, he is having difficulty coping." Obi-wan paused, his gaze shifting to the clothing, then back to Ahsoka.

"I'm sorry, Ahsoka. I know this is a difficult mission for you. But it is even more so for him."

Ahsoka swallowed hard, her eyes returning to the clothing, her mouth pressing into a thin line.

"I understand." She replied, her voice barely a whisper.

She did. It was difficult for her, she knew, but Anakin had lived through it. He had experienced the horrors of being a slave. The beatings, the abuse, the public humiliations. He knew what it was like, he had felt the pain, the fear, the degradation, the shame.

"Ahsoka." She glanced up, her eyes meeting Obi-wans, his expression gentle. "Just... give him time."

Ahsoka nodded. “I will." She promised.

Obi-wan smiled, his hand reaching out, squeezing her shoulder.

"Now, are you ready to get dressed?"

Ahsoka took a deep breath, nodding, her eyes shifting back to the outfit, her hands gripping the fabric. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

 

* * *

 

Ahsoka stood in front of the mirror, her eyes focused on the reflection.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she had agreed to wear this.

It was ridiculous. Absurd. Laughable.

The outfit was too revealing, and barely covered anything.

The top, if you could even call it that, looked more like a blue bikini with gold trim, than an actual article of clothing. It squished her breasts together in a way that left very little to the imagination; making them look much larger than they actually were.

The skirt was also deep, rich blue, with gold trim and was made of a soft, flowing fabric. It was cut in such a way that it exposed the entire length of her leg.

And the heels. They were so high and uncomfortable, and the way the straps wrapped around her ankles, made her feel like some kind of exotic bird.

And the jewelry. So gaudy and loud. She couldn’t even move her hands without the bracelets banging together, making noise.

It was absurd. Completely and utterly ridiculous.

The only two areas of her body actually covered, were her breasts and her pelvic area.

Ahsoka couldn’t help but feel exposed, vulnerable, naked.

The clothing didn’t hide her figure, or her curves, it accentuated them, made her stand out.

Ahsoka shifted, trying to adjust the clothing, but nothing she did, seemed to make it any more comfortable.

The fabric clung to her skin, showing off every inch of her, and there was no hiding the fact, that the outfit was designed to appeal to the male gaze.

Ahsoka shook her head, trying not to think about how ridiculous she looked.

How silly, childish and stupid, this whole thing was.

Her montrals and lekku, were decorated with gold bands and jewels. They jingled with each step she took, and Ahsoka found herself flinching at the sound.

Everything was so bright and loud and distracting, and it was driving her mad.

She tried again, to adjust the outfit, her hands moving across her body, attempting to fix it, but nothing helped.

She sighed. This was ridiculous.
Absurd.

She was a Jedi knight. She was a general in the Grand Army of the Republic. She was a leader, a commander, and this was not how a Jedi knight, a general, should dress.

It was demeaning. Humiliating.

The worst part, was the fact that Anakin was going to see her, in this ridiculous outfit. The thought alone, made her cheeks burn and her stomach twist.

She couldn’t stand the thought, of him seeing her, in this ridiculous outfit. It was bad enough, that he was acting the way he was. She didn't need to add this embarrassment to the mix.

It was bad enough, he wouldn’t even talk to her, look at her, spend any time with her. The last thing, she needed, was for him to see her, dressed in this…

And just as she was about to remove it, there was a knock at her door.

"Ahsoka." Obi-Wans voice echoed from the other side.

"One sec." Ahsoka called, her voice echoing through the room.

With that, she quickly covered herself with her cloak, and headed for the door.

When the door opened, she was greeted by Obi-Wan, standing with his arms crossed, a smile on his face.

"Well, are you ready?" Obi-Wan asked, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

Ahsoka glared at him, her face darkening, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” She told him with a glare.

Obi-Wan nodded, his expression sobering.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked, his voice dropping.

"I don't have a choice." Ahsoka replied. "And honestly, the sooner we get started, the sooner this mission will be over."

"That's the spirit, my old padawan" Obi-wan said, smiling, and turning towards the door. "Come on, Anakin is waiting in the briefing room. Let's go."

Ahsoka nodded, taking a deep breath, and following him out the door.

 

* * *

 

When they reached the briefing room, Obi-Wan stepped aside, allowing Ahsoka to enter first.

When she walked through the doors, Anakin was waiting for them, his arms folded, his expression dark and serious.

When he saw her, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped, his eyes sweeping over her, before settling on her face.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing to the cloak covering her.

“Can I not have a few more minutes of modesty? Before I have to strip in front of the whole room?"

"Not until you answer my question." Anakin replied.

Ahsoka took a deep breath. "It's a cloak. I thought it would help me cover up, since this outfit is not exactly..."

"It's fine." Anakin cut her off.

"Thank you." Ahsoka said, her tone sarcastic.

"No problem." Anakin scowled, before turning to Obi-Wan, who had already taken his place at the table.

"So, what's the plan?"

“Hang on we are still waiting on…”

"Sorry I'm late, sir." A voice came from the doorway, and Ahsoka spun around to find Rex entering the room, his face a carefully concealed mask of neutrality.

Ahsoka stiffened, her back straightening, her hands clenching at her sides, pulling the cloak tighter around herself.

When he caught sight of her, his face remained the same, but his eyes widened slightly, and his stride faltered.

Ahsoka felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and she averted her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.

Rex recovered quickly, clearing his throat, and continuing towards the table.

He nodded to Ahsoka as he passed, and Ahsoka forced herself to nod back, though she still did not meet his eyes.

Anakin watched the interaction, his gaze shifting between the two, his eyes narrowing, his expression growing darker.

"What's the plan, sir?" Rex asked, his voice betraying nothing.

"Right." Anakin responded, his voice cool and emotionless. "First, we will need an introduction to Queen Miraj Scintel. We need her permission to access the rumoured slave auction, if we want to blend in." Anakin explained, his eyes flickering to Ahsoka.

"Second, we need intel. Specifically, the identity of the slavers, and the location of their base. This information is vital to the success of the mission." Anakin continued, his voice calm, and even.

"Third, we need a way out. We will need an escape plan, in case something goes wrong. Which I'm sure it will." Anakin finished, his voice taking on a hard edge. “It always does.”

"Understood." Rex nodded, his eyes scanning the table, his expression unreadable.

"I will pose as a handler, looking to sell my newest slave.” Anakin met Ahsoka’s eyes meaningfully. “Captain, you will be tasked as my body guard. General Kenobi will remain here, to keep lines of communication, then to organise a strike force once we find the location of the missing togruta. Any questions?"

"No, sir." Rex replied, his posture straightening, his eyes flicking to Ahsoka briefly.

"Good." Anakin rose from his seat, his gaze lingering on Ahsoka briefly, before focusing on Obi-wan. "Keep the comlinks open at all times. Be ready, we depart in thirty minutes."

Ahsoka didn't speak, merely nodded, her eyes focused on the floor.

"Alright, dismissed."

Obi-wan and Rex stood, making their way towards the door.

Anakin went to do the same, but was stopped by Ahsoka’s hand gripping his arm.

"You and I, need to talk." Ahsoka stated, her voice firm, her grip tightening on his arm.

"We don't have time for that." Anakin replied, his voice flat, his face emotionless.

"Make time." Ahsoka responded, her tone harsh, her eyes burning into his.

"Fine." Anakin said, jerking his arm away from her grasp, his eyes flashing with anger.

Ahsoka didn't speak, leading him out of the briefing room, down the hallway, and into her quarters.

As soon as the door was closed, Anakin spun around, his eyes narrowing, his mouth set in a firm line.

"What do you want?" He snapped, his tone cold, his voice sharp.

Ahsoka glared at him, her jaw clenched, her teeth gritted.

"Why are you treating me like this?" She hissed.

"Treating you like what?" Anakin retorted, his voice rising. "I'm not treating you any different than before."

"You are!" Ahsoka snapped, her voice echoing off the walls, her body vibrating with tension. "Ever since this mission, you've been acting differently. Avoiding me, ignoring me, avoiding eye contact, not speaking to me..."

"I'm not avoiding you Ahsoka." Anakin interrupted, his voice low, his words cold. "I'm being professional."

"Professional?" Ahsoka seethed, her eyes flashing with rage. "Since when have you ever been professional with me?"

"Since now." Anakin growled, his voice rising. "This is a mission Ahsoka! I have a job to do, and I intend to do it."

Ahsoka stared at him, her mouth set in a thin line, her eyes burning into his.

"You are being ridiculous. I understand that you are under a lot of pressure Anakin. But that is no excuse for acting like an ass!" Ahsoka shot back, her words dripping with venom, her eyes narrowed, her body vibrating with tension.

"Ass? Me? You're calling me an ass? I'm not the one who is refusing to wear an outfit!" Anakin sneered, his voice rising, his words cutting. "I'm not the one, who is throwing a tantrum, because I have to dress like a..."

"Like a whore?" Ahsoka cut him off, her words cutting, her eyes flashing with anger.

Anakin inhaled sharply, his mouth closing, his eyes narrowing, his words dying on his tongue.

Ahsoka took a step closer to him, her hands balled into fists, her eyes burning into his.

"Let's be clear Anakin." Ahsoka hissed, her voice low, her tone fierce. "I'm not thrilled about this mission. I'm not happy about it. And I'm not thrilled, about dressing in this... ridiculously ridiculous outfit."

Ahsoka shook her head, her words dripping with disgust, her eyes narrowing.

"But I am doing it, because it is my job. Because it is what I need to do. Because that is what we do Anakin, as Jedi." Ahsoka continued, her voice rising, her words heavy with meaning.

“How do I even know you’re wearing it? Maybe you still have your robes on under there." Anakin shot back, his tone accusing, his eyes flashing with anger.

Ahsoka froze, her mouth pressing into a thin line, her nostrils flaring.

"Are you kidding me?" Ahsoka spat, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with rage. "You want proof Anakin? Is that it?”

Ahsoka didn't wait for an answer, her hands flying to the clasp at her waist, her fingers tearing at the material.

In seconds, the cloak fell to the ground, leaving Ahsoka in only the outfit, and her heels.

Ahsoka glared at Anakin, her hands resting on her hips, her eyes burning into his, daring him to speak.

And time seemed to stop.

Ahsoka watched him, her breathing ragged, her heart pounding, her entire body shaking with anger.

She waited, for Anakin to say something, for him to yell, to curse, to scream.

But he didn't. He didn't move.
He just stood there, staring at her.

His eyes roamed over her, taking in the outfit, the fabric, the way it clung to her body, accentuating every curve.

And Ahsoka felt the anger fade, replaced by a strange sense of heat, spreading across her body, and pooling low in her belly.

Ahsoka swallowed hard, her eyes flitting between Anakin’s, watching for any change in his expression.

But he didn’t move. He just continued, to stare at her. And Ahsoka couldn’t take it any longer.

"Happy now?" Ahsoka asked, her voice thick, her words laced with heat, her body tense, her fists still clenched at her sides.

Anakin swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over her, his breath catching in his throat.

"Happy now? What?" Anakin croaked, his voice raspy, his words husky.

"You wanted proof, right?" Ahsoka snarled, her voice hoarse, her words harsh. "Now you have it. So are you happy now, or are you still gonna stand there, and complain?"

Anakin didn’t reply.

Ahsoka shook her head, her breath hitching in her chest, her body trembling, her mouth dry.

"Say something." She whispered, her voice shaking, her words heavy with meaning. "Say anything."

Anakin didn’t answer, his eyes glued to her, his breath catching in his throat.

It was driving her crazy. The way he was looking at her, the way his eyes burned into her.

It made her body hum, and ache, her skin tingle, her breath quicken.

Anakin finally opened his mouth, his words coming out slow and deliberate. "What do you want me to say, Ahsoka?"

Ahsoka's mouth opened, her words dying on her tongue, her mind racing, searching for something, anything, to say.

"I want you to say..." Ahsoka paused, her breath coming out in short, heavy gasps. "I want you to..."

But she couldn't finish, her words evaporating, as Anakin took a step closer to her.

Ahsoka inhaled sharply, her chest rising, her breath hitching, as Anakin moved closer.

She could feel it, the heat, radiating off him, washing over her.

"What Ahsoka?" Anakin growled, his words rough, his voice ragged. "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to... tell me, how ridiculous I look." Ahsoka breathed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Tell me, how terrible I look, in this outfit."

Anakins mouth opened, his words caught in his throat, his eyes burning into hers.

Ahsoka stepped forward, her fists clenched, her body vibrating with tension and anger and...

Something else.

Something hot and burning and aching, and spreading through her entire body.

Anakin watched her, his eyes flickering between hers, his words dying on his tongue.

He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was so close, his body inches from hers. He could feel the heat, radiating off her, wrapping around him.

Ahsoka took a deep breath, her chest rising, her words falling from her lips, without any thought.

"Tell me, Anakin. Tell me..." Ahsoka whispered, her words laced with heat, her voice thick with emotion.

Anakins mouth opened, his voice a ragged whisper, his eyes burning into hers.

"Fuck Ahsoka, you look..."

And then their commlinks buzzed, the sound echoing through the room, breaking the moment, the spell.

Anakin stepped back, his eyes darting to the device on his wrist, his words sharp and curt. "Yes?"

"It's time." Obi-wans voice echoed through the small speaker.

Anakin moved further away from her, his face hardening, returning back into a mask of cold indifference.

"That's our cue." He said stiffly, turning to the door.

Ahsoka didn't speak, her body frozen in place.

Anakin’s hand was on the keypad, his body half turned, when he paused.

"You will need to lose the cloak."

Ahsoka didn't turn to look at him, her gaze fixed on the door, her jaw clenching, her words coming out in a strangled whisper. "I know."

Anakin paused, his eyes still fixed on the door, his hand clenching into a fist.

"You always look incredible." He whispered.

With that, he exited the room, leaving Ahsoka standing alone.

Ahsoka remained frozen, her eyes fixed on the spot where he had been standing, her words hanging in the air, her breath catching in her chest.

"Thank you." She murmured.

Notes:

As this chapter kind of came out of no where for me, the following chapter is intense (if you read my last chapters authors note).

As always, let me know your thoughts in the comments below ❤️

Chapter 25: Chains of Oppression

Notes:

I've been writing this chapter for a while now and as you can see, it's gotten pretty long. The climax might ruffle a few feathers, but believe me, it's a part of the plan. 😉

Warnings: Dubious consent (kind of/ish), mentions of sexual slavery, mentions of rape.

Ahsoka didn’t lose the cloak. In fact, the moment she returned to her senses, she wrapped it tightly around herself. Letting the material hide her, cover her, protect her.

She didn’t want anyone else to see her. To see her, dressed like this. It was humiliating enough, knowing he had seen her, had looked at her, had stared at her.

And for some reason, that made her skin tingle, and her body heat up, and her stomach tightened.

No. No. It was the outfit, it was the embarrassment, the anger, the frustration. It wasn’t how he was looking at her, wasn't the way his eyes roamed over her, or the fact, that he couldn’t stop staring.

No. It was none of that.

It wasn’t the heat, the desire, the hunger in his eyes, or the way he moved closer, or the way his gaze darkened, and his voice dropped, or how his body trembled with restraint.

No. None of that.

Ahsoka was embarrassed, humiliated, frustrated. And it wasn’t Anakin, or the way he looked at her, or the way he responded to her.

She was nervous about the mission, about how they were going to handle it, about what they were going to find. That was it. That was all it was.

She was just nervous.
And it had nothing to do with Anakin.

She didn't see him again, until the transport was ready, and they were about to leave.

When she entered the hangar, Anakin was standing beside Rex and Obi-wan, his arms folded, his expression carefully neutral.

Rex glanced at her, his gaze flickering between Ahsoka and Anakin, before returning to the floor. Gone was his armour, replaced by the casual, yet still intimidating, black clothes of a handler’s guard.

Anakin looked different too, and Ahsoka had to admit, it was difficult not to stare.

He was no longer wearing his robes, his usual Jedi attire. Instead, he was wearing a dark cloak, covering his upper body. The fabric was made of a heavy material, and fell to his ankles, making him look bigger, more intimidating, more... powerful.

And underneath the cloak, was a form fitting outfit, consisting of black pants, and a long sleeved tunic, made of a silky fabric, that seemed to mould to his body.

He didn't look like himself. Anakin looked dangerous, and dark, and almost unrecognisable.

The cloak was also a stark contrast, to her own attire. Her outfit, bright, and loud, and gaudy. They didn’t look like they belonged together. They looked mismatched, misaligned, and perhaps that was the point.

Anakin was standing, his back straight, his hands behind his back. Staring ahead, his face a mask of calm, his voice void of emotion.

When he saw her, he didn’t react, didn’t even blink. He just stared, his face impassive.

And Ahsoka hated him for it.

She hated him, for being able to do that, for being able to turn his emotions off, to just shut them down.

To ignore everything, and pretend nothing was wrong.

Ahsoka took a deep breath, squaring her shoulder and meeting his gaze, her eyes defiant, her face set.

Anakin didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. "Ready to go?" He asked, his voice cool, his words clipped.

"Ready when you are." Ahsoka replied, her tone matching his, her expression neutral.

"Good. Let's get this over with."

Anakin spun on his heel, walking towards the ramp, his stride long, his steps purposeful. Rex followed, his eyes fixed on his back.

Obi-wan approached her, his eyes searching her face, his words hushed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Ahsoka answered, her voice tight.

"Are you sure?" Obi-wan pressed.

Ahsoka turned towards him, her face hardening, her voice taking on a sharper edge. "I said I'm fine."

"Alright." Obi-wan relented. "Just... be careful. Don't take unnecessary risks."

"I won't."

"And remember, I will be listening. If you need me, all you have to do is..."

"I know, Master." Ahsoka cut him off. "I'll be fine."

Obi-wan nodded, placing a hand on her shoulder, his words firm, his voice low.

"Just don't do anything stupid." He paused for a moment, an amused smile crossing his lips, “Correction, don’t let Anakin do anything stupid.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips. "I'll do my best."

Obi-wan smiled, squeezing her shoulder once, before letting go. "I expect nothing less."

 

* * *

 

“How to you expect to get in to the palace? Do you really think you will be granted access, just because you ask for it?"

"Well, you never know, it could work." Anakin shot back, sarcastically.

"That's your plan? You're going to just walk up to the palace, and ask to see the queen?"

"That's the plan, yes." Anakin retorted, “Is there a problem?"

Ahsoka glared at him, her mouth set in a firm line, her hands gripping the sides of her seat. "Yeah, there is a problem. Your plan sucks."

Anakin spun around, his eyes locking on hers, his words coming out harshly, "then why don't you come up with a better one? Since you are so much smarter than I am."

Ahsoka didn't respond, just continued glaring at him.

"Exactly." Anakin hissed, before turning back to the console.

They'd been like this since they left the ship. Sniping at each other, arguing, snapping, bickering.

Rex had remained silent the entire time, his eyes focused on ahead, his posture rigid.

He was doing a good job, Ahsoka had to admit, pretending to be a bodyguard. He was cold, detached, emotionless. He didn't look at her, didn't speak, didn't even glance at her. He just sat in the co-pilots seat, his eyes fixed on the horizon, his body tense.

Anakin and Ahsoka on the other hand, had not stopped arguing. They had fought over every little thing, bickered and sniped, and picked at each other.

It was exhausting. And Ahsoka couldn't stand it.

The moment they were clear of the Negotiator, Ahsoka had made a point, of putting as much distance between herself and Anakin, as possible. She had taken the back seat, behind Rex, her eyes fixed on the viewport, her body turned away from Anakin.

She had tried, to block out his voice, his presence, his... everything. But she couldn't.

She couldn't stop thinking about him. About how he was acting, about the mission, about what they would find, about how it was going to go.

It was driving her crazy, and the closer they got, the more tense she became, and the harder it was, to block him out.

And the more agitated he became, the angrier she got, the more annoyed she felt. It was a feedback loop in their bond, their emotions bouncing off each other, and magnifying.

So they argued, snapped, and fought. Over everything. Over anything.

And Ahsoka was so tired of it. So tired, of his attitude, his coldness, his detachment.

So when they finally landed, and Anakin suggested, his stupid, idiotic, ridiculous plan, Ahsoka couldn't help herself.

"Are you serious?" Ahsoka spat, her voice rising. "You actually expect, us to walk into the palace, and just... request permission to see the queen?"

"Yes." Anakin seethed.

"That's the most ridiculous plan I have ever heard." Ahsoka hissed, her eyes narrowing at him.

"What do you suggest we do then?" Anakin asked, his eyes fixed on hers, his jaw clenching.

"Something other than that!" Ahsoka snapped, her voice rising. "Anything but that!"

"Well, if you have a better plan, I'm open to suggestions."

Ahsoka didn't answer, merely glared at him, her eyes blazing with rage.

"That's what I thought." Anakin retorted, turning his back on her.

She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't handle him, couldn't stand the way he was acting, couldn't stand the way he was treating her.

"Fine." She muttered, her voice shaking.

"What was that?" Anakin shot back, his eyes locking onto hers, his words cold.

"I said, fine." Ahsoka growled. "I'll go along with your idiotic plan, even though it's stupid and reckless, and won't work."

Anakin glared at her, his fists balling at his sides. "Good." He snapped, his voice hard, "I'm glad you agree."

He didn't say another word, as he rose from his seat, and exited the cockpit, his stride purposeful.

Ahsoka sat back in her chair, her eyes still fixed on the door, her mind racing.

"Are you okay, General?" Rex's voice echoed through the empty space.

Ahsoka flinched, her eyes snapping to his, her breath catching in her chest.

She'd forgotten he was here. She'd been so wrapped up in Anakin, in his presence, in the emotions swirling around her, that she'd completely blocked him out.

"I'm fine." She lied.

Rex didn't respond, his eyes searching her face, his expression unreadable.

Ahsoka met his gaze, her hands clenched in her lap, her fingers curling into fists. "I'm fine, Rex." She repeated, her tone calmer.

Rex nodded, his eyes still scanning her face. "If you say so."

 

* * *

 

The moment they stepped foot towards the gates of the palace, they were greeted by two soldiers, dressed in the traditional red and gold uniforms of the Zygerrian guard, their faces masked, their weapons at the ready.

"State your business." The one on the left said, his gruff voice muffled by his mask.

"My name is Lars Quell, and this is my newest acquisition." His voice uncharacteristically smooth as he spoke . "I would like an audience with the Queen."

The guards glanced between the three of them, their eyes lingering on Ahsoka. "Do you have an appointment?" One said.

"I do not." Anakin replied, his tone calm, his expression impassive. "But I'm sure the Queen will see me."

The guard stared at him, his eyes narrowing slightly, his posture tensing. "The Queen does not take visitors without an appointment."

“It is rumoured that the queen seeks only the most beautiful slaves for her harem. That is why I am here and I'm willing to bet, that the Queen will be interested in this one.”Anakin gestured to Ahsoka, who did her best to remain calm, as all eyes in the courtyard turned towards her.

"You have a strange definition of beauty. She’s all covered up.” The other guard sneered, his voice filled with derision, his eyes falling on her cloak.

Ahsoka forced herself to stay still, not to react, to remain calm and impassive. As she undid the bindings at her waist, her eyes meeting Anakin's, her breath caught in her throat.

‘You always look incredible,’ echoed in her mind.

Slowly, she opened the cloak, revealing her barely covered body beneath.

Ahsoka stood as still as a statue as the first guard's eyes roamed over her, the other guard, turning his head to get a better view of her. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, as she felt their eyes on her, as their gazes raked over her exposed flesh.

After a few moments, she re-adjusted her cloak, tying the bindings back around her waist.

"That is... a nice view." The guard finally said, his voice softening slightly. "Perhaps our beloved Queen, may be interested.”

The other guard's eyes widened, his head tilting to the side, his body stiffening. “Yes, I believe the queen will want to see this one.”

Anakin didn’t look at her, his gaze still fixed on the guard, his expression unchanging.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I didn't realise what you were bringing us." The guard said, his voice thick, his words heavy.

"Of course." Anakin replied, his eyes following the guard. "And I apologise, for not making an appointment. But I am a busy man and this was the only time I had available."

"Yes." The guard nodded. "Well, we will let the queen know that you are here."

“And who is he?” The other guard said gesturing towards Rex.

"A reconditioned clone, he serves now as my personal bodyguard.” Anakin replied blankly.

"We'll need to search him, to make sure he is not carrying any weapons. And he will remain outside during your meeting with the queen."

Rex gave Anakin a quick nod.

"Of course. Do what you must." Anakin replied, his gaze falling back to the Zygerrian guards.

 

* * *

 

After a long wait, Anakin and Ahsoka followed the guards into the palace. The entire place was opulent and decadent, with a mix of dark woods, vibrant fabrics, and colourful mosaics. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings, and statues, and murals, depicting the history of the planet, and the rulers of the past.

But the most striking feature, was the number of guards.

There were soldiers everywhere, stationed at each hallway, guarding every door, lining every corridor. They were all dressed in red and gold, and were heavily armed, with blasters, and swords, and other various weapons.

They passed several guards, on their way to the throne room, and each one, stared at Ahsoka, their gazes lingering on her, their eyes roaming over her body.

It was unsettling, the way they looked at her, the way they stared, and leered. It was like they could see right through her, like she was a piece of meat, to be sold and traded.

And in truth, she was. How many slaves had walked these halls, their bodies displayed for all to see?

How many had been auctioned off, sold to the highest bidder, without a care, or a thought? How many had suffered, had been abused, had been broken?

It was a sobering thought, and Ahsoka couldn't help but shudder, her body tense, her stomach twisting.

The throne room was located, in the middle of the palace, a huge, open space, with a vaulted ceiling, and stained glass windows. The walls were painted gold, and the floors were covered in marble. In the centre, was a dais, upon which was a large, ornate throne.

The room was empty, save for the guards, who were standing at attention, their faces blank, their weapons drawn.

As the two of them approached the dais, a voice echoed through the space, the sound amplified, by the high ceilings.

"Approach."

Anakin moved forward, his pace steady, his steps measured. When they reached the foot of the dais, Anakin stopped, his head bowing, his voice soft. “Your majesty."

Ahsoka swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

There, seated on the throne, was Queen Miraj Scintel, her cat like eyes staring down at them, her expression cold.

"Why have you come here?" She demanded, her voice deep, her words clipped.

Anakin bowed again. "My name is Lars Quell, I have come to offer you my services."

"Your services?" The queen repeated, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes." Anakin straightened. "I have heard that you seek only the most beautiful slaves. And I have brought you, one such creature."

Ahsoka inhaled, her breath hitching, her eyes darting to his, her stomach clenching.

"Remove the cloak." Anakin commanded, his words harsh.

Ahsoka nodded, her eyes still fixed on his, her fingers trembling. She did as she was told, her movements slow, her hands shaking. She undid the ties at her waist, and released the material, allowing it to fall to the floor. The air felt cool, against her skin and Ahsoka had to suppress a shiver.

"Is this what you have come to show me?" The Queen asked coldly.

Anakin didn't reply, his eyes fixed on hers, his hands resting behind his back.

Ahsoka stood there, her skin flushed, her pulse racing, her breath coming out in short, shallow gasps.

The silence stretched, and the tension grew, and Ahsoka had to resist the urge, to pull the cloak back around herself, to hide her body from view.

"And where did you acquire, this... slave?"

"From the planet Shili, prior to their disappearance." Anakin replied, his voice smooth and steady. "The natives there, are known for their beauty and I have always wanted to see if the rumours were true."

"And are they?" The queen pressed, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes. My Queen, please see for yourself.”

The queen sat back in her seat, her gaze fixed on Ahsoka, her expression unreadable.

"Turn." She ordered, her voice echoing through the space.

Ahsoka glanced at Anakin before obeying, turning in a slow circle, giving the queen a full view of her body.

"Stop." The queen commanded, and Ahsoka obeyed, turning to face the dais, her eyes fixed on the queen.

"Come closer."

Ahsoka did as she was told, walking up the stairs, until she was standing directly in front of the throne.

The queen leaned forward, her eyes roaming over Ahsoka, her gaze darkening.

"You have done well, Quell." The queen said, her voice dropping, her words husky. "I am most pleased, with what you have brought me."

Anakin smiled, "I am glad, your majesty. It is my duty, to serve you, and to provide you with whatever you desire."

The queen rose from her seat, her eyes never leaving Ahsoka's, her face mere inches from hers.

"Are you unbroken?"

"What?" Ahsoka asked, taken aback by the question.

"Are you a virgin, or have you been sullied, by the hands of a lesser being?" The queen repeated, her lips curling into a sneer.

"I’m a virgin." Ahsoka replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Good." The queen smirked, her eyes roaming over Ahsoka, her voice thick with desire. "That will make this, so much more enjoyable. You may step back.”

Ahsoka backed away, her heart hammering in her chest, her stomach twisting into knots. The queen's eyes never left hers, as she descended the stairs, coming to a stop, next to Anakin.

“You’re a man of many talents, Quell. I also hear you are in possession of a reconditioned clone, who serves you as a bodyguard. Is that correct?"

"Yes, your highness."

“Interesting. You impressed me, Lars Quell. I think you and I, can do business together. A man with your talents, could be a very valuable ally.”

"Thank you, your majesty. I am honoured, to have been of service."

"Now, tell me, Quell. What is it, that you want?"

“It is rumoured your majesty, that you’re holding a very exclusive invitation only auction.” Anakin began.

"That is correct." The queen replied.

"I wish to be included."

"The auction is invitation only, and highly exclusive. How did you come to know about it?"

"I have my ways, your majesty. I have a contact, who tells me of the latest and greatest news, in the slave market. When he informed me, that a certain, illustrious Queen would be attending, I knew that I had to be included."

The queen regarded him for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Very well. I will see, to it, that you are added to the guest list."

"Thank you, your majesty."

Her eyes fell back on Ahsoka, her gaze raking over her, a sinister smile spreading across her face. “Do you know of their history?”

“My queen?” Anakin asked, taken aback from the sudden change in conversation.

“Not often a tale told by the Republic and for good reason.” She laughed then, a sound that made Ahsoka wince in disgust, before she quickly concealed it under her stoic Jedi mask, but in that millisecond, she had seen it. “Your slave knows of her own history.” The queen sneered, enjoying Ahsoka’s discomfort. “The togruta don’t often speak of it either.”

The queen rose, descending the steps and moving close to Ahsoka. Close enough that she could feel the queens breath against her face. Her gaze was hard and unrelenting, “Beautiful, isn’t she?” She asked, her eyes flicking to Anakin.

He said nothing, but Ahsoka could see the slight tick in his jaw. The queen was known for playing games and it seemed they hadn’t escaped the meeting with her, unscathed.

She looked back to Ahsoka. She raised a hand and lightly caressed her cheek. Ahsoka fought the urge to flinch, “it’s fine to say so, there are many reasons the Zygerrians sort to enslave them centuries ago. Their beauty, is yet one of them.” She smiled cruelly.

Ahsoka bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop herself from speaking. The force was screaming at her that she was in danger, that she should leave. But she couldn’t, not yet.

The queen turned her back and returned to her throne. She sat down and crossed her legs, resting a hand on her chin, a finger tapping at her bottom lip. She watched her for a few moments longer.

“The fact that they cannot breed with any other species, apart from their own, is another. I could pass her between all my guards and pregnancy, would never be an issue. But then, it does make the slave market rather... selective. Only the richest are able to afford them. And I must say, she is a rare treat to the eye. Especially, one so unbroken.”

Ahsoka could feel Anakin looking at her, she kept her eyes forward.

The queen hummed in thought, her feline like eyes watching her, a predatory look on her face. “The males are useful too, but no where nearly as profitable as the females. Hard labour can be done by most species, but the feeling of a female Torguta’s body, that is something else entirely. They are very... flexible, if you understand my meaning. Able to withstand even the roughest of handling, though I imagine this one could easily rival even them, if the right master were to have her. Would you not agree, Quell? It would be a shame for a woman of her... beauty, to be wasted, and not by the hands of a proper owner. One who could fully appreciate her body. Wouldn't you agree, Quell?"

Ahsoka swallowed, fighting down the bile rising in her throat. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, her breath becoming shallow. She was known for playing games, the woman was a sadist. She enjoyed making people squirm, she took pleasure in their suffering, and Ahsoka would be damned if she gave the woman the satisfaction of seeing her even remotely affected.

She closed her eyes and reached out to Anakin, through their bond. She felt him instantly respond, reaching back to her. She could feel his anger, his fear, his concern. She calmed herself and slowly exhaled, opening her eyes.

The queen laughed. A cruel, mocking sound. She sat forward, uncrossing her legs and rested her elbows on her knees. She stared at Ahsoka, her face dark, her smile cruel. "But then, if the right man were to break her, they could train her to be a decent whore. Though, I think she would struggle. They can be so very stubborn, and prideful. But some Masters love a struggle. They enjoy breaking the wild ones. They find pleasure in the challenge. Do you know how they break the Togruta women?" She asked Anakin. He didn't answer, his gaze firmly set ahead.

"They are taught a lesson. You see, all slaves must be taught, that they are nothing. That their bodies belong to their Masters. Their only purpose is to please, whether that be through hard work or..." she glanced at Ahsoka, a cruel smile curling on her lips, "servicing their Masters in other ways."

Outwardly, Anakin remained calm, impassive. Internally, she could feel his emotions like a brewing storm. Anger, hatred, disgust, it rolled off him in waves.

"They are taught obedience. For some, a simple lesson is all it takes. Others, need a more... personal touch." She stood again and made her way over to the pair. "A little pain and pleasure can go a long way, to taming the wild ones."

Anakin's rage was bubbling. Ahsoka could feel it. She sent soothing energy his way, trying to calm him. He was too close to the edge.

The queen stopped in front of him, a hand raised. Her fingers gently caressed his cheek. She leaned in, her face barely an inch from his, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips. "I would pay a great deal for her. She is a very rare jewel. Perhaps, I shall have her. Have you trained her yet?"

Ahsoka flinched at the use of the word.

"Or perhaps, you have already had her. I would not blame you. They can be rather tempting, and the temptation must be even greater, to have one at your beck and call. To know she would never deny you. That you could take her, any time you desired."

The queen pulled away and turned to Ahsoka. Her smile grew. "Have you taken her yet? Tell me, is she as exquisite as she looks? Does she have the same fire in her eyes now as she does in the bedroom? Or, does she lie docile and willing, desperate to please her master?"

Anakin was on the verge of snapping. Ahsoka could feel his desire for violence, his anger, his hate. She tried again, sending him waves of calm.

‘It’s just a game.’ Ahsoka projected her thoughts to him, attempting to ease some of his anger.

“She is unbroken.” Anakin repeated, his voice was hard and cold.

The queen looked surprised, she glanced back at him. Her eyes narrowing, a smile curled her lips, a dangerous look crossing her face. "So, you both have said.. But" She looked back at Ahsoka, her expression thoughtful, she circled around her, a finger brushing lightly across the bare skin of her shoulders. "She has such a strong will. Such fire." She moved so she was standing in front of her, a hand on her cheek, tilting her head up to face her. She ran her thumb over her bottom lip, "and a defiance that needs to be... disciplined. I would enjoy training her."

Anakin stepped forward, his anger was boiling, ready to spill over. Ahsoka reached out, trying to calm him, but he was beyond listening. "I assure you, Queen Miraj. She is unbroken."

The queen looked over at him, her hand dropping from Ahsoka's face, she stepped away. Her eyes were cold, hard. A slow, evil smile curled her lips. She turned her back and headed towards her throne, she sat down, crossing her legs, "you wish to have her for yourself?” She asked, her eyes on Ahsoka.

“No, my queen.” Anakin replied stiffly.

Ahsoka could feel it then. There was a tension in the room. It crackled, like electricity.

The queen's eyes slid over to Anakin, a look of amusement on her face, yet Anakin remained silent.

"You cannot blame me for being interested. I have been searching for the perfect slave. One who can serve a higher purpose. One who can satisfy me in all ways. Someone beautiful. Someone with the kind of fire that only a Togruta can possess."

Ahsoka felt her stomach turn, disgust and horror twisting in her gut.

"Perhaps, I will have her." The queen continued.

"I assure you, Queen Miraj, you will not be disappointed.” Anakin replied.

“Perhaps a test. A demonstration of her... talents. You will be compensated greatly, for her services. Of course, you are welcome to watch. You can tell me if she is indeed... satisfactory or not.”

Ahsoka could feel a deep sense of panic, an urgency, a desperation. She felt it. From Anakin. Through their bond. She had never felt anything like it. A fear so overwhelming it made her want to scream.

She looked at Anakin. She could feel his mind racing, trying to figure out a way out. The queen had them backed into a corner, she had planned it from the start. She had played them like pawns, and they had walked right into her trap.

He turned his head and looked at her.

His expression was a carefully constructed mask, but she could feel his fear.

His fear for her and it terrified her.

A cold dread twisted her insides. She looked back at the queen, her heart racing. She felt the panic rising. Her mouth went dry. Her head swam, she couldn't think straight.

“You may fetch Quell’s guard now.” The queen instructed one of her servants.

She could see the conflict written on Anakin's face. She could feel his fear. It was overwhelming.

The servant bowed and left the room. There was silence for a few moments. Anakin's mind was racing, he was still trying to come up with a plan, but time was running out. Ahsoka could feel it, his mind trying to piece together the puzzle. Trying to find the loophole. But there was none.

The servant returned. The doors opened and Rex entered the room. He stopped a few paces away, a neutral expression on his face.

The queen smiled. It was a sadistic, knowing smile.

She looked back at Anakin, her eyes narrowed, her voice was cold, hard, her words laced with venom, "Perhaps I should have him show us how it's done."

Anakin's mind was racing. Ahsoka felt the anger bubbling, the rage. It was a raw, primal force, a beast raging inside him. It screamed and clawed, a burning desire for violence.

“You speak very highly of your slave and your clone.” The queen said, her lips curling into a sadistic smile. She stood and walked over to Rex, her eyes flicking back to Ahsoka, "perhaps we should also put him to the test."

It took Anakin a few moments to understand what she meant, and Ahsoka could see he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

The queen circled Rex, her fingers gently tracing the exposed skin of his arm, her eyes moving up his body, lingering on his shoulders, chest and arms. Her voice was low, husky, "a fine specimen. And a true warrior, judging by the scars. He must have fought many battles, he must have seen many deaths. No wonder you have chosen him as your guard.”

“You want a demonstration?” Anakin asked, trying to make his voice sound calm and indifferent. But his emotions spilled out in the bond, a torrent of rage and hatred, a burning, white hot fury.

"Indeed. Just a taste.” She purred, her fingers gliding along Rex's neck. She moved closer, her hand sliding down his chest, over his stomach. She paused, her hand resting on his waist, her eyes looking up at him.

He met her gaze, his expression blank.

The queen smiled, her fingers dipping slightly into his waistband.

Rex’s expression was unreadable. Though Ahsoka could feel his unease, his discomfort. She knew the queen's touch made his skin crawl, she knew how much he wanted to push her away. But he couldn’t, not without risking everything.

Ahsoka could feel his frustration, his anger. She could feel his desire to act, his need to protect. But he was trapped, just as much as she was.

The queen moved behind him, her fingers trailing over his skin, across his stomach, down his side.

“I wouldn’t expect a man of your calibre, to sully yourself in front of an audience, nonetheless.” She said addressing Anakin, “you have a perfectly good male right here, who could help in such an affair.”

Rex stiffened beside her, a look of anger flashed across his features. Ahsoka looked between the two men. The air felt thick, heavy, charged with tension.

Ahsoka watched the exchange, her heart hammering in her chest, her stomach churned. The way she was looking at her, the way she was touching Rex…

The queen continued, circling Rex, her fingers gently trailing across his back, down his arms, her nails digging into the fabric where his pectoral muscles would be.

“Just a kiss,” the queen continued, puckering her lips suggestively. “You can always tell a lot from a single kiss, let’s see if she has some talent.”

Ahsoka could see the anger flash across Anakin’s features. His jaw clenched. His fists tightened. His breathing was becoming shallow. He was on the verge of losing control.

"Or, we could just go right to the main event, if that would be more fun for you." The queen continued, her tone playful, almost gleeful.

Rex looked at Ahsoka then, his eyes blazing with fury, his expression hard, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He didn’t say anything. He kept his eyes locked on hers, a look of defiance written across his face. Ahsoka knew then, if she were to refuse, he would do the same. He would protect her, even if it meant his life.

She couldn't let that happen.

For a few moments, it seemed like Anakin was going to refuse. Ahsoka could feel it. She could feel him struggling to maintain his composure. She could feel Anakin's anger, his rage, his fear, his panic, it was a swirling, dark, chaotic mass. He was on the verge of losing control. She turned her head, and looked at him.

Ahsoka sent him a wave of calm, through their bond. She tried to reach out to him. Tried to tell him, it would be okay.

This was going to happen, whether she wanted it or not. Whether either of them wanted it or not.

Anakin turned to her, his face expressionless, but she could feel the turmoil beneath the surface and eventually he nodded his consent.

The queens gaze then fell on Rex and Ahsoka, expectantly. Rex looked as though he was about to protest, but she caught his eye and gave him a firm, resolute nod.

His gaze moved to Anakin, the two men shared a look. Rex clenched his jaw and slowly nodded his assent.

Ahsoka could see the conflict and hesitation on Rex's face. He didn't want this. He didn't want her, not like this at least. But they were backed into a corner.

He looked back at Ahsoka and slowly stepped forward, his movements were slow, measured, controlled. He stopped in front of her and looked down at her. There was a look of regret and sorrow written on his face. His eyes held her gaze, a silent apology.

"Don't." She mouthed, reaching out, grabbing his arm, squeezing it tightly. She knew him, his guilt, his sense of duty, his honour. They were ingrained within him. They were a part of him. He didn't want this, but she could feel his desire, his need to protect her.

“It’s okay.” She whispered, to quietly for anyone else to hear.

He moved closer, his arms coming up around her, his hands resting on her waist, his fingers lightly touching her bare skin. He pulled her towards him, and she followed his lead, her hands resting against his chest. He leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers, his breath warm and sweet.

Ahsoka could feel his heart beating under her hands. It was rapid, erratic. Rex’s breath was shallow, his body tense.

His emotions were a swirling mass of conflict, and she could feel him battling to control them. His grip tightened, and she felt a rush of emotion flood through her. He felt ashamed, disgusted, horrified.

But most of all, he was afraid he would hurt her. That this would hurt her.

Ahsoka gave a short nod. Rex reached out a hand, gently cupping her cheek. His other hand still settled on her waist, pulling her close. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

Ahsoka could feel her entire body shaking. This was happening, in front of Anakin and the thought of that alone, was enough to make her sick.

She felt his lips brush against hers, tentatively and Anakin didn't move. Didn’t breathe.

Rex's fingers trailed down her jaw, gently caressing her chin, tilting her head up. His lips touched hers, feather light and hesitant, he kissed her, slowly, deliberately. Ahsoka tried not to think about how many eyes were watching them. Tried to lose herself in the feeling, but it didn’t work.

Suddenly, without warning, her bond with Anakin, abruptly shut. Closing her off from his emotions, his thoughts, his feelings.

Leaving her with nothing but the void of his absence in the force.

The loss was overwhelming, she gasped, breaking the kiss, her eyes flicking to Anakin in alarm, but he kept his gaze firmly fixed ahead.

Rex took a step back, a look of concern crossing his face.

The queen was watching her, her expression unreadable, a slight frown forming on her lips. “You call that a kiss?”

Anakin remained motionless. Silent. Expressionless. Ahsoka tried to reach him, through their bond, but it was shut tight.

"Kiss again. This time do it properly!" The queen commanded, her voice rising, a hint of anger seeping through her cool exterior.

Ahsoka took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, she looked at Rex. He was watching her, his expression unreadable.

"I will not ask again." The queen hissed, her voice rising, a hint of anger in her tone.

Rex took a step closer, his hand settling on her hip. She could feel the tension radiating from him. She felt herself flush in embarrassment and frustration as Rex leaned in to kiss her again, more firmly this time. She responded by leaning into the kiss, allowing him to deepen it.

She gasped softly against his mouth, and she heard him grunt as her hands flew to his shoulders, steadying herself. She closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the sensation. Tried to forget where they were and what was happening. Tried to ignore the fact that Anakin was standing a few feet away, watching.

Ahsoka tried to ignore the sick feeling twisting her insides and give herself over to it. She tried to imagine she was somewhere else, anywhere else, as long as it wasn't here, as long as Anakin wasn't forced to watch this.

Rex pulled away and looked at her. She could see the worry on his face.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her nerves, trying to calm herself. She could feel her heart pounding, her body trembling.

“I will give you one last chance. Make this count. Otherwise, I will be forced to... demonstrate my own methods. And I promise, you will not like them nearly as much. Or as pleasurably." The queen spat, her voice low and dangerous.

Ahsoka closed her eyes for a moment and remembered. She remembered all the times Rex had been there for her, had protected her, had saved her. She remembered all the small inconsequential moments that had led her to wanting to kiss him the first place.

Remembered how it felt to hold his hand, to have his arms wrapped around her, to feel his body pressed against hers. Remembered the way he smelled, the way he looked at her, the way he smiled.

Ahsoka opened her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, steeling herself, before looking up at Rex. He was watching her, his expression neutral, guarded. She could see the faint trace of uncertainty in his eyes, the slight furrow in his brow, the clenching of his jaw.

She reached out a hand, cupping his cheek. Her thumb lightly stroking his bottom lip, his mouth slightly open. She took a step closer and leaned in, her lips pressing against his, softly at first. Her tongue darted out and brushed against his lower lip, tasting him. Rex groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy against her skin.

She could feel the warmth radiating off his body, the way he trembled. She could feel the softness of his lips, the heat of his mouth.

Ahsoka closed her eyes and surrendered herself completely, to the feeling, to the sensations. To the desire. To the lust.

She felt her body come alive. She felt her heart race, her skin tingle. She felt her blood heat, her pulse quicken. She felt the ache in her core, the throbbing between her thighs. She felt her body tremble, her mind racing, her senses overwhelmed.

She felt it.
And it felt wonderful.

Ahsoka moaned softly as Rex pulled her closer, his mouth moving hungrily against hers, his hands roaming over her body, his fingers digging into her skin, pulling her roughly against him.

She could feel his heart beating against her chest, his fingers digging into her flesh, his hands roaming over her body.

Her breath came in sharp, shallow gasps as he deepened the kiss. Her mind was racing, her skin was on fire, her blood was boiling.

Ahsoka's mind was a jumbled mess. She was drowning in sensations, her body trembling.

Ahsoka could hear Rex's muffled groan as he kissed her harder. She could feel him, his lips pressing against hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She could feel his breath on her skin, hot and ragged. She could feel his hands moving over her, pulling her close.

Ahsoka could feel his emotions, his fear, his uncertainty, his guilt. She could feel the tension, the urgency. She could feel the conflict, the need, the want, the desperation.

The desire.

Ahsoka gasped, breaking the kiss. Her hands gripped his shoulders, holding him steady. She could feel his heart racing, his chest heaving, his breathing ragged.

Her eyes flew open, her gaze landing on Anakin. He was staring at them, his face a carefully constructed mask of indifference. But Ahsoka could see the pain behind it, the anger, the hurt. He would have felt that too, all of it, she realised. He would have felt everything.

A deep sense of shame and guilt washed over her. A heavy, crushing weight. She looked away, her eyes falling on the queen, who was watching them intently, her expression a mixture of twisted delight and intrigue.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise." The queen said, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

She looked at Ahsoka, her gaze raking over her, a look of admiration and lust in her eyes.

Ahsoka pulled away from Rex, taking a step back, her body trembling. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Her eyes darted around the room. She couldn't bring herself to meet Rex's gaze.

She could feel the anger radiating off Anakin, it was suffocating. Even with their bond shut, emotions leaked over the walls he had constructed.

She tried to reach out to him, tried to get him to look at her, but he refused.

"Well, your slave is full of surprises. I am rather impressed, Quell. Not only is she beautiful, but she can pleasure a man with her mouth as well." The queen laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "What other talents does she have? What else has she done with that pretty little mouth of hers? Or that tight, wet…?"

Her guard approached her then, whispering something in her ear.

The queen's smile faltered. Her eyes narrowed, her lips thinning.

She stood, making her way towards Anakin. She stopped in front of him, looking him up and down.

"Your slave is quite the talent. Make sure she is ready for me, tomorrow you’ll give her to me as a gift.”

Anakin remained silent, his gaze set forward. The queen reached out a hand and touched his cheek, a smile curled her lips.

“Alas, it seems our time together is over and I have another meeting to attend. Although, I do not believe it will be nearly as entertaining as this one. But I will be in contact with you, soon. Please, do not hesitate to call on me, if you need.. anything."

She turned and looked at Rex. A wicked smile curling her lips, "I have never had a clone before. I must say, I am most intrigued. You are welcome to stay and partake in the festivities tomorrow." She smiled cruelly at him, "it would seem there is a lot more to your guard than meets the eye. Perhaps this isn’t the first time, he has sampled her.”

Rex's jaw clenched. He glanced at Ahsoka, his gaze lingering. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the queen spoke first, her voice cold, hard.

"I will entrust my guards to show you out. Unless, you wish to stay."

"As tempting as that is, I have other business to attend to." Anakin replied, curtly.

The queen looked between the three of them, a look of amusement on her face, before turning and making her way back towards her throne. She sat down, resting her elbow on the armrest, her chin resting on her palm.

"Very well. Then we are done here. My guards will give you the location for our little auction tomorrow. Until then, you are dismissed."

Anakin didn't hesitate, he turned and walked towards the doors, his movements stiff and almost robotic, Ahsoka and Rex followed after him.

Notes:

I’m almost afraid to ask… thoughts? 🫣

Chapter 26: The Sting of Honesty

Summary:

Ahsoka has a panic attack and Anakin finally tells her the truth.

Notes:

I am so sorry for the slow update. Writers block again. I wrote this chapter over and over again, but was never happy with it. Until now, at least. ❤️

From the moment the bond had been created, Ahsoka had felt him. The link between them was weak at first, but it was there—a subtle tugging on the back of her mind. And over time she became increasingly aware of him: his feelings, his presence. Sometimes it was distant, almost like a whisper, and other times, it was as if a blinding light had come to rest over her, and his feelings were as loud and vibrant, as if they were her own.

Now, through their bond, the emotions he was feeling were vague and muted. But even though they were faint, she could feel the sheer intensity of the feelings behind them, though she was unsure of where they were directed and to whom. He was furious. No, that word was too mild a word for it. He was livid. The kind of rage she had been taught could only exist in the dark side of the Force. And for a moment, she wanted him to let go. To unleash his wrath upon the Queen, to tear her apart like she had done to so many before.

To make her suffer, to make her pay.

But just as soon as the thought entered her mind, he had shut it down, closing the small sliver of connection they had.

Ahsoka had expected a fight. She had expected a barrage of questions, of accusations, of blame. She had expected him to lash out. To scream, to shout, to demand an explanation. But there was nothing. There was only silence, as the three of them walked down the hallway.

And that, scared her. More than any screaming match, or angry tirade could ever have. Because in the silence, there was nothing but the empty void of their bond, and she was alone.

And in the silence, there was only the guilt, the shame, the self-loathing, the hatred. It was overwhelming, a thick, dark, heavy mass. A swirling vortex, threatening to consume.

The silence stretched on as they made their way through the palace, the Zygerrian guards falling in line behind them. Ahsoka could feel their eyes on her. Feel their stares, their leers, their desires.

Ahsoka had left too quickly to retrieve her cloak off the floor and now, she felt practically naked. The feeling of her skin, exposed to their prying eyes, their lustful gazes. It was nauseating.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to conceal as much of her body as possible.

The silence continued. The only way she would be able to talk to him freely, would be through the bond, and it was clear he didn't want that. She didn't dare try to reach out to him again. She could feel the wall he had constructed around his mind. It was strong, impenetrable. She was cut off. Completely.

The guards led them out of the palace and into the courtyard. They stopped outside a large gate, and one of the guards turned to face them, the other eyed Ahsoka appreciatively.

"Here is the location of the auction,” the guard said passing Anakin a small golden card. “Keep the details of the auction to yourselves, if you are caught giving this information to anyone, you will be executed."

"Of course." Anakin said, taking the card, slipping it into his pocket. The guards nodded, before stepping aside and allowing them to pass.

They stepped outside and Ahsoka breathed a sigh of relief. They had gotten through it, she had gotten through it. And for now the ordeal was over.

"That went well." Anakin said his tone deceivingly neutral.

But now out of the prying view of the guards, he offered her a kindness she hadn’t expected from him in that moment. His heavy black cloak wrapped around her shoulders, giving her the much needed privacy she sort.

He looked at her and for a moment she saw his facade slip. A brief flash of guilt, anger and something else. Something dark, something dangerous, cross his features. But in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Quickly concealed, and once again replaced with a blank, emotionless mask.

She tried to reach him again. But the wall was still firmly in place.

"Thank you." She said, wrapping the cloak tightly around herself.

Ahsoka could feel Rex watching them, his gaze shifting between her and Anakin. A question seemingly forming in his mind, but he remained silent.

She felt a pang of guilt, a heavy weight settling on her shoulders. She could see the way his eyes lingered on her, the concern written across his face. Rex would want to talk about it, she knew that. But right now, she didn't want to think about it, about what happened, about what could happen tomorrow.

She wanted to go back to the Negotiator. To crawl into her bunk and hide. She didn’t want to think about the queen, or her guards, or the auction. She didn’t want to think about tomorrow. About what awaited her, when the sun rose.

She looked back at Rex. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sadness in his eyes, a concern, a longing. She wanted to say something. She wanted to explain, to make him understand, but the words died in her throat.

"We should go." Anakin said, his voice was soft, barely audible.

Ahsoka nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground. She followed him down the steps, trying not to look at the palace. She kept her eyes on the ground, not daring to glance back at Rex. She didn't know how to look at him, what to say, what to do.

They walked in silence, the air heavy with tension. The only sounds came from the city, the hum of activity, the occasional roar of a ship. The streets were mostly empty, save for a few stragglers. But nobody paid them much attention.

She was grateful for the cloak, the material shielded her body from view, allowing her a small amount of comfort, a small amount of privacy. She didn't have to worry about prying eyes, didn't have to worry about her body being on display. She was hidden, protected.

And for a brief moment, it was as if nothing had happened. As if the events of the day were nothing more than a bad dream.

But the cloak was heavy. It weighed her down. And the memories lurked in her mind. They hung over her like a dark cloud. The images, the sensations, they wouldn't leave her.

"I would enjoy training her." The queens words, echoed in her mind.

Ahsoka tried to push them away. Tried to drown them out. She focused on the sounds around her. The hum of activity, the roar of engines. The feeling of the cloak on her skin. But nothing worked.

The queen's words wouldn’t leave her. And neither would the images, the sensations. She could still feel Rex's hands on her, the warmth of his lips. She could still taste him on her tongue.

He had felt just as good as she had remembered. Better even. The way he had kissed her, the way he had touched her. It was intoxicating, the feelings he evoked in her; Rex made her feel safe, wanted, desired. And for a moment in the throne room, just for a brief moment, she had forgotten where she was, who she was.

But Anakin had seen, Anakin had felt it too.

Ahsoka shivered, despite the heat. She tightened the cloak around herself, trying to block out the memories, trying to banish them from her mind. She closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath. But it died in her throat and she felt the tears well up.

The memories, the feelings, they wouldn’t leave. They clung to her, the queens words, Rex’s gentle yet firm hands, Anakin’s absence in her mind. It all lingered, the sensations remained, like a ghost of a touch. A cold, suffocating weight, that she couldn’t escape.

"They are taught a lesson." The queens words, taunted her. "Their bodies belong to their Masters."

Ahsoka clenched her fists, trying to push the queen out of her mind. Trying to block out the memories, the feelings. Trying to focus on anything other than the cold, nauseating fear, that clawed at her gut.

"You will give her to me tomorrow as a gift."

Ahsoka swallowed, fighting down the bile that rose in her throat. She felt tears pricking at her eyes, a lump forming in her throat. The reality of what was about to happen, began to sink in, and the fear, the horror, it threatened to consume her.

She looked up at Anakin. He walked ahead of her, his eyes fixed forward, his expression impassive. Ahsoka tried to reach him through their bond, tried to get him to look at her. But the wall was still firmly in place and he refused to turn his head. She wanted to call out to him, to beg him, to plead with him.

Ahsoka couldn't take it, the silence, the coldness, it was too much.

Anakin’s absence, Rex’s hands, the queens words. They all swirled around in her mind, twisting and churning.

She felt her heart hammering in her chest, a sickening sensation settling in the pit of her stomach. The feeling intensified. Her body shook, she felt the bile rising again, burning her throat.

Anakin continued walking, seemingly oblivious to her distress. She felt like she was suffocating. Like the air was being leeched from her lungs. She tried to take a deep breath, but it caught in her throat, and she felt the tears spill down her cheeks.

Ahsoka tried to slow down. To collect herself, to calm herself down. But the panic only intensified, the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach worsened, and her legs felt as if they might give out. She struggled to breathe, the air was thick and heavy, and she felt like she was silently choking.

How many slaves had the queen defiled? How many had she violated? How many had their lives torn apart, their dignity, their bodies, their humanity, all stolen from them.

Ahsoka tried to block it out. Tried to push the thoughts away. Tried to force down the bile that had risen again, to suppress the panic, the fear, the anger. But she couldn’t. The images, the sensations, they wouldn't leave her alone. They clung to her like a dark shadow, enveloping her in it’s sickening embrace.

“Ahsoka?” It was Rex’s voice, low and concerned.

And it was too much.

She released the contents of her stomach, the vomit spilling out onto the ground. The acidic taste burned her throat and her chest heaved.

The sounds of the city seemed distant, muffled, far away. The images, the sensations, they swam in front of her eyes. Rex's hands on her, the void of Anakin’s presence in her mind, the queens cruel laughter.

The bile burned, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. Her throat felt raw and her chest heaved. Ahsoka closed her eyes, trying to control the nausea. Trying to inhale gulps of air into her lungs. She tried to ground herself, to focus on something, anything other than the overwhelming fear, the sickening terror, that gripped her.

More bile spilled out. It burned her throat, stinging her nostrils. Ahsoka gagged, choking on the acrid taste. More vomit spilled out, splattering onto the ground. She felt dizzy. The world spinning around her. The images, the sensations, they continued to assault her. Rex's hands on her, Anakin's vacant stare, the queens cruel laughter. Ahsoka gagged again, more bile spilling out, more nausea gripping her. She stumbled, the world tilting, swirling around her.

Ahsoka felt a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles. "Breathe." A voice said quietly. She was too deep into the void, she didn’t recognise it.

She doubled over, emptying the remaining contents of her stomach onto the ground. When there was nothing left, Ahsoka closed her eyes. She tried to take a deep breath, tried to calm herself. Tried to stop the images, the feelings, the thoughts, from swirling in her mind.

"Take a deep breath." The voice said softly, continuing to rub circles on her back.

Ahsoka did as he asked. She inhaled, a shaky, ragged breath. She exhaled slowly, opening her eyes. She looked down at the mess on the ground, feeling a wave of shame.

"It's okay, just breathe S’oka." He said.

Ahsoka did as he asked, focusing on the voice, on the feeling of his hand on her back, the feeling of the cloak around her shoulders. She focused on his voice, on the softness of it, on the familiarity.

Ahsoka turned her head, expecting to see the soft brown eyes of Rex looking back at her. Instead, she was greeted by blue ones.

Blue eyes that burned with intensity. Blue eyes, that conveyed the depth of his sorrow, his pain, his remorse. Ahsoka stared into them. For a moment, she felt like she was floating, suspended in time. Everything else fading away, until there was only him. She felt a hand brush her cheek, wiping away the tears that had spilled from her eyes.

"Breathe." Anakin repeated. His voice was low and soft, barely above a whisper.

Ahsoka took another ragged, shaky breath. She continued staring into his eyes, focusing on the blue of them. The blue as familiar to her as her own. She breathed, inhaling, exhaling. Trying to push the images, the feelings, the sensations out of her mind. Trying to find refuge, to lose herself in his eyes, in the soothing tone of his voice.

"You’re okay." He murmured.

Ahsoka focused on his voice. The sound of it, the warmth of it. She focused on him. On the feeling of his hand on her cheek, the feeling of his thumb stroking her face, the feeling of his fingers rubbing her back.

The memories, the images, the sensations, they receded. Fading away, replaced by his eyes, his voice, his touch. Ahsoka breathed deeply, inhaling, exhaling.

Slowly, steadily. She felt her body relax, she felt her heartbeat begin to slow. She felt the knot in her stomach unclench. Ahsoka took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, savouring the feeling of his thumb running across her cheek, wiping away the stray tears that still lingered.

He moved closer, pressing his forehead against hers. Ahsoka leaned into the contact. Savouring the feeling of him, of his touch, his warmth.

Ahsoka took another deep breath, inhaling, exhaling. Inhaling, exhaling.

There was a tug, a faint pull on the back of her mind. His presence in the force returned to her, grounding her.

Ahsoka let her eyes flutter closed. Allowing herself to simply enjoy the feeling of him, his presence, his touch. She allowed herself to bask in the warmth, the security, the comfort, of his arms. Allowed herself to lose herself, in the soothing tone of his voice, in the feeling of his hand on her cheek, of his forehead pressed against hers. Allowed herself to simply revel in the feeling of being surrounded, protected and comforted by him.

She felt the tension begin to melt away, the images, the sensations, all faded. Her stomach no longer churned. Her heart no longer raced. She breathed deeply, letting the air fill her lungs. She could feel him, the closeness, the intimacy.

Renewed tears spilled from her eyes but these ones weren’t out of fear or panic. She pressed herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around him, holding him tightly.

Ahsoka felt him stiffen, his muscles tensing, before he relaxed into it. Wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. Ahsoka buried her face in his chest. Breathing in the scent of him. Faint traces of oil and something else, something that was distinctly Anakin, filled her senses.

He was still there. She could feel him. She could feel the bond between them, the subtle tugging. She could feel his warmth, his strength. She could feel him, and it gave her hope.

She clung to him, and again she dared to reach out to him through their bond. His wall was still there, strong but not impenetrable. For the first time since he  erected it, she could sense a slight crack in it. And through the crack, she could feel him.

His remorse, his anger, his self-loathing, his hatred, his grief, his pain. The emotions flowed freely, pouring from him, into her. But beneath it all, there was something else. Something deeper than the darkness, something stronger.

His affection for her. His protectiveness. His need to keep her safe. It was there, buried beneath the shadows, the sorrow, the anguish.

It was there, and she clung to it.

Ahsoka opened her eyes, the blurry image of Rex appearing before her. Ahsoka blinked back the tears, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw him clearly.

He stood a few feet away, his fist curled tightly at his sides. His eyes fixed on the ground. The same question lingering across his features as before, his eyebrows knitted together.

He looked up at her and their eyes locked.

Rex looked so grief-stricken at the sight of her. There was a sadness, a remorse, a guilt, in his gaze. But there was something else there too. Something deeper, more complex, more confusing.

Something that she didn't understand.

He looked away, and she followed his gaze. He was looking at Anakin, who still had his arms wrapped around her. His expression was unreadable. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. But when he glanced back at her and his eyes met hers; for a moment, just a moment, his mask slipped.

And she saw the same pain in his eyes, as she had seen in Anakin’s in the throne room. But before she could think about it any further, his mask was back in place and his eyes were once again fixed on the ground.

 

* * *

 

Queen Miraj Scintel watched, as they exited the throne room, a smirk on her lips. She sat back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face, her eyes drifting to the guards.

"Dismissed. You're no longer needed."

When they were gone, the queen sat forward, her gaze fixed on the door, a dark, malicious smile spreading across her face.

This was far more exciting than she had hoped. With an eager grin, she tapped the holo projector in front of her, setting it aglow. The room instantly transformed, bathed in a riot of colors as holographic images burst into existence. The air crackled with energy, and she found herself completely engrossed by the figure before her.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

"Immensely," Darth Sidious replied, his voice a sinister purr. His lips curved into a malicious grin, barely concealing the dark delight in his eyes as he spoke.

"You know, I'm going to keep the clone." She told him with a wry smile, her tone tinged with amusement.

Sidious's response was laden with disdain, dripping venom with each syllable. "Yes, I assumed as much," he retorted, his voice a cold and calculated sneer.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? He's handsome and strong," she remarked playfully, her words carrying a hint of suggestiveness. "And I want to know what other uses his tongue has.”

Sidious's reaction was swift, his gaze piercing as his eyes narrowed and lips tightened in a stern expression. "Do not forget who you serve," he warned.

The queen raised a brow, her expression defiant. "Don't worry. I won't. I know my place, Darth Sidious. But don't think I didn't see the way he looked at her. I know the game your playing. It is one I’ve played quite often. I can recognise affection when I see it. Your future apprentice is clearly fond of her. And that makes him vulnerable. We can use that, to our advantage."

"Indeed." Sidious replied, his gaze shifting away, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The queen smirked. "So, what are you planning? Why are you really interested in them?"

Sidious' eyes fell on her, his expression hard, his voice low and dangerous. "It is none of your concern."

"Perhaps, not. But if I am going to be playing this game with you, I need to know what the rules are. And more importantly, the stakes."

Sidious chuckled. "The rules, are simple. You do as I tell you. The stakes, are your life. Should you fail me, I will kill you."

The queen rolled her eyes. "Spare me your threats. I'm not some weak, pathetic slave. I am a queen. A ruler of my people. I have an empire to maintain. I have no time for idle threats."

Sidious at her, his eyes narrowing. He smiled, his voice taking on a cold, harsh tone. "Then heed my words. If you want to keep your life, you will do exactly as I tell you. And if you so much as think of betraying me, I will not hesitate to end you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." The queen replied, a smug look on her face.

Sidious stared at her, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. He took a deep breath, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. "Good. Now, I have work to do. I suggest you do the same."

The queen laughed. "You should know, Darth Sidious. I'm always working."

She ended the call, leaning back in her seat, her mind racing.

This was more fun than she had anticipated. She could sense the tension between the three of her guests. They were all hiding something. Something dark and dangerous. And it was intoxicating.

It made her blood run hot. It made her skin tingle. It made her want to play, to push them. To see how far she could take it.

A wicked smile spread across her face. "Well, this is going to be fun."

 

* * *

 

The flight back to the Negotiator had been mostly silent, and Ahsoka had spent most of it lost in her own thoughts, staring out of the window, watching the stars, and the planet below, blurring together as the ship soared through hyperspace. The Negotiator was enough distance away that they wouldn’t be detected, but close enough that they would be able to make it back to the auction tomorrow.

When they finally landed, the doors opening, Anakin was the first one out. Ahsoka hesitated, watching as he practically marched off the ramp moving swiftly past Obi-Wan, not even stopping to acknowledge his former master.

“So it went well then?” Obi-Wan asked, watching Anakin before he disappeared from view.

Ahsoka felt Rex stiffen beside her, his body tensing. She could sense his discomfort, his unease, and she placed a hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. What surprised her, was the fact he flinched under her touch, and took a small step back, putting distance between them.

She could see the look of confusion on Obi-Wan's face. It was brief, only lasting a few moments, but it was there, nonetheless. His gaze flickered between the two of them, and Ahsoka could sense his concern.

"It went... about as well as can be expected." Ahsoka replied, trying to sound confident, despite the fact her voice trembled slightly.

“Permission to be dismissed, General Kenobi.” Rex said, his voice devoid of emotion, his expression blank, his stance rigid.

Obi-Wan looked surprised, and he nodded his assent, and Rex turned, quickly making his way off the platform, without a backwards glance. Exiting in the opposite direction as Anakin.

"What happened?" Obi-Wan asked. His tone was calm and measured, but she could see the concern in his eyes, and feel his apprehension through the force.

"It's a long story. One I'd rather not get into, right now. And I'm sure, Anakin feels the same." Ahsoka replied.

"Understood. Then I won't keep you. We can debrief later, when you're both ready."

Ahsoka nodded, "I appreciate that. Thank you, Master."

He inclined his head, his eyes still watching her, a small frown on his face, and Ahsoka could sense his concern and his curiosity, but he didn't press, and for that she was grateful.

She turned and walked off the platform, heading in the direction Anakin had taken. She could feel Obi-Wan's eyes on her as she left. He was worried, and she knew, sooner or later, she would have to talk to him about what had happened. But for now, she just wanted to find Anakin and try to talk to him.

She could feel the anger and pain, pouring off him in waves, and the closer she got, the stronger it became. She knew he was on the verge of snapping, and the last thing she wanted, was for him to be alone.

Ahsoka found him, in a place not at all unexpected. The door to the training room hissed open and closed as she entered. He was standing in the corner, his fist connecting over and over with the punching bag before him. Sweat dripped down his brow, his face was red and his breath came out in sharp, shallow pants, as his fists connected over and over again violently.

Ahsoka stepped further into the room, hugging the cloak to her body. "Anakin?"

He ignored her, continuing to pound the bag, his expression set in a deep scowl.

Ahsoka took a tentative step forward.

"Anakin, can we talk?"

He paused for a moment, turning to look at her. His expression was hard, cold. His eyes were filled with anger and rage. “Not now.” He growled, before returning his attention to the bag, his fist striking it harder than before.

Ahsoka took another step forward, reaching out to him, "Please. Talk to me."

He didn't stop, his gaze set forward, his expression cold and impassive. His muscles flexing, his arms moving fluidly, striking the bag over and over. The compassion she’d felt from him, the moment they had left the palace, was gone now, instead it was replaced by a cold unfeeling darkness.

"There's nothing to talk about." He growled, his tone harsh and angry.

Ahsoka could feel her own anger, her own frustration, rising, she moved closer to him, her hands resting on her hips. "Yes, there is." She insisted, her voice rising.

Anakin continued to ignore her, his movements growing more violent, the sound of his fists, striking the punching bag echoed loudly throughout the room.

"Anakin! Talk to me!" Ahsoka shouted.

"I don't want to talk." Anakin growled. His fist colliding with the bag, sending it swinging.

"Well, tough. Because we are going to talk, whether you like it or not!"

Anakin turned to look at her, his eyes blazing, his expression filled with anger. "What do you want me to say?!"

"Tell me what's going through your head. Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling. I want to help you, but I can't do that unless you talk to me."

Anakin scoffed. He turned away from her, his eyes fixing on the bag once more.

"Don't push me away, Anakin. Please. Let me in."

Anakin shook his head. "You don't want to know."

"Yes, I do." Ahsoka insisted.

Anakin turned and glared at her.

"I mean it. I want to help you, but I can't do that if you won't let me."

"Fine." Anakin snarled. "You want to know how I feel? How I felt? Seeing you kiss him, watching the queen put her hands on you. Feeling her emotions, her lust, her desire. Watching him touch you, kiss you, hearing you moan. Do you want to know how I felt?”

"Anakin." Ahsoka breathed, her heart racing.

"Do you?! Because if you do, I'll tell you!" He yelled.

Ahsoka flinched, stepping back.

Anakin turned and grabbed the bag, his fist connecting with it, over and over. The anger rolling off him, was palpable, the force rippling around him, the energy dark, dangerous.

Ahsoka stepped forward, tentatively, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

"Don't." He warned.

Ahsoka ignored him, her grip tightening, "Anakin."

He froze, his muscles tensing under her touch.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" He asked, his voice low and menacing.

"For what happened. For everything. I didn't want..."

"Didn't want what?" He growled, turning to look at her.

"I didn't want you to have to see that."

Anakin glared at her. His eyes burning with hatred. “To see that?” His laugh was cruel and bitter.

Ahsoka swallowed, her throat felt dry, her palms sweating. She knew Anakin was on the verge of exploding. She could see the anger and rage, burning inside him, and she knew that, once the dam broke, she would be swept up in his tidal wave of emotions, and there would be nothing she could do to stop him.

Anakin turned to face her. His expression was hard, cold, his eyes filled with a fury she had never seen before.  “I need you to leave Ahsoka. Leave before I do… or say something we will both regret.”

Ahsoka shook her head. She wasn't going to leave him. Not like this. Not when he was so close to the edge.

"I'm not going anywhere." She said firmly.

Anakin scoffed, his expression changing to a sneer. "Leave!"

"No."

"I won't ask again."

Ahsoka remained silent, her eyes fixed on his, her hands trembling.

Anakin turned and began to walk away.

Ahsoka grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"This."

"Let go of me, Ahsoka."

Ahsoka didn't listen. Her grip tightened, her fingers digging into his arm.

Anakin growled, his eyes narrowing. "Let go of me."

"No."

"Let go of me!" He shouted.

Ahsoka didn't loosen her grip, her eyes never wavering from his. "No."

"Why?" He demanded.

"Because you're hurting."

Anakin let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "Hurting? You think I'm hurting?"

"Yes. I do."

"You have no idea what I'm feeling."

"Yes, I do. And it hurts. I know that. But I also know, if you push me away, it will hurt more."

“And maybe that’s exactly what I deserve!” He screamed, his voice echoing off the walls.

The intensity of his words made her flinch. His eyes bore into hers, his anger radiating through the force. He was livid, his entire body shaking, his muscles tensed. But it was only now that Ahsoka realised, who Anakin was truly mad at.

Himself..

Anakin was staring at her, his face flushed, his breathing ragged.

“I’ve hurt you Ahsoka. Time and time again. I can feel it. You try to hide it, but I know, it’s there.” He inhaled sharply, tears stinging in the corners of his eyes.

Ahsoka tried to reach out to him, her hands moving to cup his cheeks. But he grabbed her wrists, his grip tight, not allowing her to make contact.

“Don't. Please don't." He murmured, his voice cracking.

Ahsoka looked up at him, her eyes wide and searching.

"Don't what?"

"Don't touch me."

Ahsoka felt the knot tighten in her stomach, a lump forming in her throat. She could see the pain in his eyes, the shame, the guilt, and she didn't understand it. She didn't understand why he was so upset, why he was blaming himself. She didn't know why, he thought he had hurt her.

She wanted to comfort him, to take away his pain. To tell him that he had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to feel guilty for. She wanted to make him understand, that he had done nothing wrong, that none of this was his fault.

“What I felt, when I saw you with him.. It wasn’t anger. It wasn't jealousy, or hatred, or disgust. It wasn’t any of those things. It was guilt.”

"Guilt?"

Anakin nodded, his voice breaking as he spoke. “Because I now know how you felt, when you saw me with Padme. I know how you must have felt, when you saw me with her, and I never wanted that. I never wanted you to feel like this. I'm so sorry, Ahsoka."

Ahsoka could hear the pain, the regret in his voice, and it tore at her heart. She could feel the pain and the anguish, coming from him. She could feel the remorse and the guilt, pouring out of him, and it hurt.

Anakin looked at her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"I'm…sorry. I’m so.. sorry" He repeated over and over again, his voice breaking on every word.

Ahsoka moved to hug him, to envelop him in her arms. But Anakin recoiled, stepping back, away from her.

"I'm sorry, Ahsoka." He said again, his voice breaking, his shoulders shaking. Tears fell freely down his cheeks then, and the pain in his eyes, hit her like a punch to her gut.

She stepped forward then, closing the distance between them.

"Don’t touch me.” He said again.

"Why?"

"Because after I finish telling you everything, I know you're not going to want to."

Ahsoka took another step closer, reaching out her hands to grab his.

"Anakin?” She breathed.

He paused, his eyes not meeting hers and she knew whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to crush her into a million pieces.

“On Tatooine with Padme, that wasn’t the only time we…” He trailed off, and it took her mind a few long moments to understand.

“How many times?” Her voice didn’t sound like her own, it was devoid of any emotion, the words just spilling from her lips.

Anakin took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Ahsoka..."

"Tell me." She said.

Anakin took a deep breath, his eyes still not meeting hers.

"How many times, Anakin?" She asked again.

He hesitated for a moment, before finally answering, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know.”

"You don’t know?" She asked neutrally, but the anger was rising in her chest and her stomach twisted violently.

Anakin shook his head.

"What do you mean, you don’t know? How can you not know?” She laughed without humour, the sound bitter and harsh. “Did you not keep track? Or do you mean, it was so often you lost count?" Her words were dripping with venom, each one more biting than the last.

"Both." He admitted, quietly.

She met his eyes, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “You were wrong about one thing, Anakin.”

"What's that?" He asked tentatively.

"I do want to touch you."

Anakin opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't give him the chance. Her hand moved of its own volition, landing hard across his cheek, with a deafening crack.

Notes:

Like I said at the start of this chapter, I must have written and rewritten this so many times.

Originally, when Anakin finally told her the truth, it was during a screaming match. But that didn’t feel right, specially after how he had comforted her.

Fear not, we are slowly getting to the Anisoka. But I still feel like I have a few more Rexsoka scenes left in me. Buuuuut, maybe they will have to be one shots, or maybe not. I kind of let the characters decide when I write. I try and let it come naturally, that way it doesn’t read as forced.

Chapters will be getting longer. Normally I stick to around 3 to 4K, but will story ramping up this will likely to increase to around 8-10. Which means slower updates, sorry!

Any feedback? Thoughts, theories? Let me know in the comments below. ❤️

Chapter 27: The Line We Cannot Cross

Notes:

Very sorry for the slow update, work has been.. well hell. I haven’t had enough emotional energy to even think about finishing this chapter until today.

Hopefully the next update will be quicker, but don’t panic if it’s not. I meant what I said, this will not be abandoned! ❤️

Her hand should have stung, but it didn’t. A numbness spread through her arm, and she stared at him in disbelief as the echo of her slap reverberated around them.

Ahsoka could see the shock in his eyes, the surprise written across his features as he took her in.

He reached up to touch the spot where she had struck him, his fingers grazing over the reddening skin. When he looked at her again, she could see the apology in his eyes, the guilt written all over his face.

And for a second, she knew. All those years of hiding her feelings from him, the way she had buried them deep down within herself; that she had almost believed it too. It was now open, for them both to see. And it hurt more than she ever could have imagined.

"Ahsoka..." She could see the pain and guilt in his eyes.. But there was something else in his eyes too, something deeper. Something stronger. Something she had seen in them before.

It was the same look he had given her, when he had begged her to retreat from the Geonosian massacre. The one that sparked in his eyes, when he had held her after Slick.  And it was the same look Anakin had given her only hours before as he had comforted her on Zygerria.

And it made her want to scream.

It made her want to cry out in anger and frustration. It made her want to hit him again, over and over until he was bleeding and broken on the floor in front of her.

Ahsoka glared at him, her eyes burning with fury. "Don't."

His expression changed then, the remorse slipping away slightly, replaced with a hard edge. He clenched his jaw and looked at her, his blue eyes piercing her own. "Don’t what?”

Ahsoka could feel her anger rising again, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like... that! Like you actually care!"

She watched him wince at that, a flash of pain blooming in his eyes. "Of course I care."

"No, you don't." Ahsoka glared at him and took a step back.

"Ahsoka. Please."

She could hear the pain in his voice, the way it cracked under the weight of her words. It made her heart ache, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

"No." She shouted. “No you don’t get to do this Anakin, you don’t get to make me feel… and stop looking at me like that!”

He shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do. You're doing it right now. With your stupid eyes and your stupid face and... and just stop it!"

"Like what? Like I care about you? Like I want to protect you? Like the fact I am the one who’s hurt you, isn’t tearing me apart?" Anakin was shouting too now, his anger matching hers. Ahsoka could feel the Force crackling between them, the tension thick and heavy in the air.

Anakin stared at her, his breathing ragged. "Is that what you're talking about?"

"Yes! Exactly!" Ahsoka felt like she was going to explode, the pressure inside her chest building until it was almost unbearable.

Anakin stepped closer to her, his eyes boring into hers. "And what's wrong with that?" He asked.

"Everything!" She screamed. "Because you don't get to look at me like that. You don't get to look at me with concern or worry or affection. You don't get to look at me like that, after everything!”

“Ahsoka..”

She vehemently shook her head, her teeth clenched in frustration. "And don't Ahsoka me!" Her clenched fists forcefully collided with his chest, causing him to stumble backwards. “As if I’m the one being unreasonable!”

He regained his balance and looked at her, his gaze never wavering. He stepped forward again, his eyes blazing with an intensity she had never seen before. "Then tell me." His voice was low, his words laced with an underlying meaning. "Tell me why I can't look at you like that."

She struck out, meaning to push him away again. But his hands were already reaching for her, his grip strong and firm on her wrists.

She could feel the heat of his skin on hers, the warmth seeping through her flesh and bones.

His touch made her shudder, and she tried to pull away, but he held her fast.

“Let go.”

But his grip only tightened, and he pulled her closer, his face mere inches from hers. She could feel his breath on her skin, the soft brush of his lips as he spoke.

"No."

Her mind raced, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at him, his blue eyes blazing with a mixture of emotions she couldn't begin to name.

Anger, fear, desire, need, desperation, sadness, hope, regret...

Her head swam, and she let out a frustrated cry, struggling against his grip. But he held her firmly, refusing to release her.

"Ahsoka, stop this."

"You first."

His eyes were locked on hers, his expression unreadable.

She could feel his breath on her skin, the soft warmth of it making her shiver.

The silence stretched on, and Ahsoka could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.

She stared up at him, his gaze unwavering.

He was still holding her, his grip firm on her wrists, his eyes searching hers.

Her mind was reeling, and she felt her anger slowly fading, the fight leaving her body.

The tension in the air was thick, and she could feel the Force thrumming between them, their bond pulsing with energy.

She swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving his.

She could see the conflict in his gaze, the turmoil that was raging inside him. She could feel the pain and guilt and longing that he was struggling to keep hidden.

Their dyad was filled with it, unspoken thoughts and feelings swirling around them, their emotions tangled and confused.

Ahsoka could feel herself giving in, her resolve weakening as the seconds ticked by. She could feel the walls she had carefully built around herself beginning to crumble, the mask of indifference she had so carefully crafted over the years, slipping away.

She could see the desperation in his eyes, the longing and need that he was trying so hard to keep at bay.

Her own needs were screaming out to her, her instincts telling her to surrender, to give in to the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm her.

"Let go," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

He stared at her, his grip still firm on her wrists.

"Please."

His gaze softened slightly, and she could see the conflict in his eyes, the turmoil that was raging inside him.

She knew he was struggling with the same battle, the same inner conflict that was threatening to tear him apart.

But there was also something else, a determination that was growing within him, a stubbornness that she knew so well.

He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Not until you tell me."

"Tell you what?" She breathed.

"Why?"

She could see the pain and confusion and longing in his eyes, the raw emotions that were consuming him.

And so, after all these years, she told him the truth. At least partially.

“Because it hurts.” She whispered.

"What does?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

"All of it. The way you make me feel, the way you look at me, the way you say my name. It all hurts."

He released her wrists but didn’t step back. He stayed there, his face only inches from hers. She could feel his breath on her skin, the warmth of his proximity.

"Ahsoka, I..." He began, but she cut him off.

"It hurts because we’re Jedi. We can’t…” Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed hard, the words dying in her throat.

"Can't what?" He pressed, his eyes searching hers.

She took a shaky breath, the weight of the emotions swirling within her threatening to drown her. "We can't have this. Whatever this is."

"You think I don't know that? I've been telling myself that for years. Since we were padawans, since we were teenagers. Since I first realized what I was feeling. I tried to bury it. I tried to push it away, but it was always there, in the back of my mind, taunting me. Haunting me."

She looked up at him, the conflict in his eyes mirroring her own.

"Ahsoka..." Her name rolled off his tongue like a prayer, his voice barely a whisper.

“You slept with her.” She said it out loud, the words spilling from her lips before she could stop them.

Anakin stiffened at that, and she could see the shame and guilt in his eyes. He looked away, his voice barely audible. "I did."

"Why?”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the silence stretching on for what felt like an eternity. When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with emotion. "Because I was trying to forget.”

"Forget what?" She asked, her own voice trembling slightly.

He looked at her, the pain and regret in his eyes unmistakable. "You."

The confession hung in the air between them, the weight of it crushing. Ahsoka stared at him, the emotions inside her threatening to spill over.

"Anakin, I..." She began, but the words died in her throat.

“It didn't work." He whispered. "I couldn't forget.”

She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. "Why are you telling me this?"

“Because I know the moment you walk out that door, everything will change between us.”

Ahsoka looked at him, her heart hammering in her chest. "Everything has already changed."

He took a shaky breath and closed his eyes, his voice barely audible. "I know. But I need you to understand. I need you to know why I did it."

She could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks, her voice barely a whisper. "But it doesn't matter. We can't..."

"I know, Ahsoka. I know." He looked at her, his expression pained.

She knew then that this was it, this was the moment they had both been dreading, the moment when their relationship would forever change.

He reached out, his fingers gently brushing the tears from her cheeks.

Ahsoka could feel her heart breaking, the ache in her chest almost unbearable. She looked up at him, his blue eyes brimming with emotion.

"Ahsoka." His voice was barely a whisper, his hand cupping her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel his warmth, the closeness of him, the familiarity of his presence.

The Force hummed between them, their bond pulsing with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.

He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her skin. "Ahsoka, I..." He whispered, the words dying on his lips.

Ahsoka looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the torment that was raging inside him.

He was going to kiss her, she realized.

He was going to close the distance between them and kiss her, and she wanted him to. She wanted him too more than anything.

But she knew she couldn't.

Ahsoka knew that if he kissed her, she would get swept into oblivion and be lost forever. So she gave her last confession, a confession she knew would stop him, stop this.

"I… I kissed Rex. Before today.”

He froze, his hand stilled against her cheek.

The tension in the air was palpable, and Ahsoka could feel her stomach churning, the words hanging in the space between them.

“I kissed Rex.”

She felt Anakin tense, the force rippling around him, thrumming with energy. There was a brief flash of emotion in his eyes, before it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

He took a step back, the distance between them suddenly feeling like a chasm.

Ahsoka felt the loss instantly, her skin tingling where his hand had been. Anakin's expression was unreadable, his eyes boring into hers.

"Why?" He asked, his voice low and strained.

Ahsoka swallowed, her mouth dry. "I... I don't know."

Anakin's jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tense but his words were uncharacteristically calm. "Yes, you do. Tell me.”

"I..." Her voice faltered,as she struggled to answer him. Her lips parted, but no more words came out. Because why had she? Ahsoka had done her best to push that night in Rex’s office out of her mind.

And now, she racked her brain for the real answer.

Had she done it out of some kind of spite? Or because she wanted to hurt him? To make him feel the same pain she felt? To make him as angry and jealous and frustrated as she was?

No.

Ahsoka knew that in the deepest recesses of her heart and mind, she hadn’t done it to hurt Anakin. She hadn't even done it to get back at him. In fact the reason she had done it, had nothing to do with Anakin at all.

The real reason, the terrifying reason she had kissed Rex to begin with, was because she wanted too.

There was no other way around it, and a part of Ahsoka had known it all along. She had known it since the moment she had found herself sitting beside him on the couch in his office; her skin flushed and her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She had known it the moment she had straddled him on the couch, her hands grabbing at his lightly buzzed hair, as they explored each other’s mouths hungrily. And she had known it as she had pressed herself up against him, her body screaming at her for more.

Ahsoka closed her eyes. The memory of that night washing over her. The sensations, the emotions, the feelings, all flooding back into her. She could feel the faint spark of desire burning in the pit of her stomach.

She took a deep breath trying to push it away. But it remained there, lingering at the surface of her thoughts.

Ahsoka opened her eyes, meeting his gaze once more. “Because I wanted to.” She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

What surprised Ahsoka the most, was how the admission affected her. It was as if an unknown weight had been lifted from her shoulders, the burden of her secret no longer weighed her down.

Anakin stared at her, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched on, and Ahsoka could feel her heart slamming against her chest.

Hesitantly, she reached out through their bond, searching for any hint of what he was thinking or feeling. But she found nothing. His shields were firmly in place, blocking her out completely.

She swallowed, the lump in her throat threatening to choke her. "Anakin..."

"Is that all?"

His question caught her off guard, and she blinked at him, confused.

"I... what?"

He took a step towards her, the space between them shrinking once more. His expression was still unreadable, but there was a hint of something in his eyes, a spark that she couldn't quite place.

"I said is that all." He repeated.

"I... yes?" Ahsoka stammered, still confused.

"Did you sleep with him?"

The bluntness of his question took her by surprise, and she could feel her face heating up.

"No." She said quickly, the word slipping out before she could stop herself.

Anakin looked at her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Are you going to?"

Ahsoka’s blood began to boil, the anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. She glared at him, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "You have no right to ask me that."

"Yes, I do." His voice was calm, but she could sense the underlying tension, the hint of anger that was just beneath the surface.

"You slept with Padmé!" She shouted, her temper finally breaking loose.

"That's different."

"How is it any different? If anything it’s so much worse!" She spat, her anger getting the best of her.

Anakin clenched his jaw, the muscle in his neck twitching. "Because I don’t have feelings for her Ahsoka. I was with her to..." He trailed off, his expression faltering.

"To forget. Right?" Ahsoka finished his sentence, her words laced with venom.

"Yes." He agreed.

She narrowed her eyes at him, the rage and hurt swirling inside her. "And what's the difference then? What makes it so much worse?”

“Because you have feelings for him. That's the difference Ahsoka.”

His words hit her like a slap in the face, the truth of them sending a chill down her spine. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She closed it again, her teeth grinding together.

Ahsoka felt the anger inside her rising once more, the fire burning white-hot. She wanted to scream, to yell, to throw something. She wanted to release the pent-up rage that was consuming her, but she never got a chance. As they both heard the training room door, hissing closed.

 

***

 

Obi-wan had completely intended to leave them be, to let them talk things out on their own, without interference from him. However, he had quickly realized the situation was worse than he had initially thought.

His instincts had warned him as much, when the force around him had grown suddenly dark and turbulent. He had tried his best to ignore it, to give them space, to trust them to work it out on their own. But the longer he waited, the more the unease had built within him. Until finally, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

So, against his better judgment, Obi-wan had decided to go and check on them.

He had fully expected to find them arguing, perhaps even fighting, but never had he imagined he would find them like this.

They were standing in the center of the room, their eyes locked on each other. They were completely oblivious to his presence, as they stared at each other in silence. And when the force rippled around them, a strong, overwhelming emotion emanating from both of them, he realized with a start that it wasn’t just anger.

It was pain.

Their emotions, their pain, their suffering, were bleeding through the force, mixing and mingling, creating a toxic atmosphere.

But that wasn’t the only thing Obi-wan could feel, as he watched the scene before him. There was something else there too, a feeling, a sense, a desire, a longing, for something more.

Obi-wan hadn’t been entirely blind when it came to his padawans.

He was more than aware that Anakin could be impulsive and prone to rash decisions, a trait that he had tried to correct as best as he could during their years together. In hindsight, he couldn't say he had succeeded at all.

Ahsoka was different. Less erratic than Anakin, less prone to act without thinking first, she was perhaps more balanced in that regard. But, much like Anakin, when she made up her mind about something, their was no changing it.

Obi-wan was not blind to any of that, no, he saw it clearly.

What he had failed to consider, was how their force dyad would effect them both, how deeply they were entwined. The force was, and always would be, capricious in its ways, and sometimes even Obi-wan, with his life long study of the force and years spent in meditation and mindfulness, wasn't able to predict how it would react to situations.

And he had certainly not foreseen what the force bond would do to Ahsoka and Anakin, how it would influence both of them and draw them to each other.

When he had begun their training, Anakin and Ahsoka had been like oil and water. Both strong force users, true, but different to their core in how they perceived the force, the world and each other.

They had clashed heads so many times Obi-wan had felt the force around them grow heavy and stifling every time they fought. But it hadn’t been long after they had begun training together, that Obi-wan had first realized just how deep their connection ran.

That even when they quarrelled, even when Ahsoka was mad at Anakin for whatever reason, or vice versa, the force between them thrummed and shone with affection. With something deeper, stronger, something Obi-wan, much to his surprise, hadn’t been able to detect at first.

But once he had noticed it, he could not ignore it.

When Ahsoka and Anakin fought (more like Anakin teased and Ahsoka rose to his taunts), the force between them buzzed. When they laughed together, it sung.

When Obi-wan, exasperated and worried, chastised Anakin for doing something reckless, Ahsoka always stood up for him, coming to his defence so quick and fierce she even surprised Anakin at times. And every time, Ahsoka and Anakin would turn to each other, exchanging soft smiles, unnoticeable by anyone who didn’t know what to look for, the force thrummed.

Obi-wan, on some deep subconscious level, must have known. Had suspected what would eventually happen between his former padawans. But even though the force sang around them whenever they touched, whenever they were in the same room, whenever their eyes met, Obi-wan had still failed to foresee just what Ahsoka meant to Anakin, what Anakin meant to her.

He had suspected it, yes.

Had thought about it, yes.

Failed to realize what it would actually mean for both of them, and him, yes.

Obi-wan wasn’t blind, but only now, in hindsight, was he able to see it clearly.

Anakin would follow Ahsoka into battle without thinking twice about it, would protect her, would jump in front of blasters, bombs, ships, all without thinking of himself, his own safety. He would charge into any situation with his usual reckless abandon, but Obi-wan knew it ran deeper where Ahsoka was concerned. Despite what Anakin may have said when they were mere teens, he knew that if his former padawan had the option of either saving his own life, or Ahsoka’s, Anakin would never hesitate. He would choose her every time.

 

Obi-wan had seen it already on Genoosis. A mere padawan, shouldn’t have had the skill and fortitude, to have projected a shield around anything, let alone another living being. Yet, he had seen it with his own two eyes. Had felt Anakin reach into the force with all his might, had felt the protective surge of power around him, and Immediately projected it towards Ahsoka.

A force shield should have been impossible. Should have taken decades of training and meditation, and even then Obi-wan doubted that any padawan let alone a Jedi knight, would ever be capable of producing a protective barrier such as that one, especially in a moment of danger and distress.

Yet, Anakin had done it without hesitation.

Even back then, Obi-wan should have known, should have understood the significance of what it meant, but he had ignored it. Had told himself it was merely because of Anakin's force bond with Ahsoka, his drive to protect her, nothing more.

Oh, how wrong he had been.

As he walked into the training room, Obi-wan had an inkling already that something had gone terribly wrong. The force around his former padawans wasn’t buzzing, wasn’t singing. It was eerily silent and heavy. He felt apprehension wash over him and when he looked up and saw the look on Anakin's face, the way Ahsoka flinched away from him, it confirmed his suspicion.

"Is everything alright?" Obi-wan asked tentatively, his eyes flickering between the two, before falling onto Anakin’s reddening cheek.

Neither Ahsoka or Anakin answered at first and the silence stretched between them, the force between them crackling with tension and anger.

Obi-wan wasn’t particularly gifted in the mind arts, but he wasn't oblivious to the force, wasn’t naive, couldn't be, when he spent his days teaching and training force sensitive beings. And right now, he could feel the raw and intense emotions flowing freely between Ahsoka and Anakin. Anger, hurt, grief, despair and shame, all swirling in a thick dark vortex around them.

It unsettled him.

Ahsoka broke the silence first, her eyes never wavering from Anakin, who averted his gaze, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Yes. Everything's fine." She said cooly, her eyes burning, her fists curled tightly at her sides. “We’re done here.”

Ahsoka didn’t spare Anakin another glance, she passed Obi-wan without saying a word, and Obi-wan felt the air shift as she walked past him.

The force buzzed around her, crackled and hummed with raw and unbridled anger. She was like a wild nexu, Obi-wan thought, all teeth and claws, sharp and vicious, ready to rip apart anything in its path.

Ahsoka was radiating rage, and even if he didn’t have the force bond with her, Obi-wan would have sensed it a mile away. She radiated power, raw and untamed, he could feel the heat of it, licking at his skin, like tendrils of fire, seeking a target, something, anything, to tear apart.

Obi-wan was stunned, not expecting Ahsoka of all people, his more normally collected and level headed former padawan, to emit such fury. It made the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, his heart racing, a cold dread washing over him.

 

“Mission debrief in thirty minutes, conference room E.” Obi-wan informed her, his voice sounding strange to his own ears.

Ahsoka gave him a curt nod, her face still a mask of indifference, and then she was gone. The door hissing closed behind her.

 

“What did you do?” He asked Anakin, unable to hide the worry in his voice, nor his concern.

Anakin didn’t answer him at first, his eyes fixed on the spot Ahsoka had occupied. Obi-wan could sense the emotions running through him, the remorse, the self-loathing, all radiating off his former padawan in waves. He could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface, and Obi-wan felt the urge to reach out and comfort him.

“Just a rough mission.” Anakin murmured quietly, not meeting his eyes.

Obi-wan knew immediately that it was a lie, a half truth. He could sense the deceit, the dishonesty, the guilt, coming off Anakin. And whatever had transpired between them, was not, as Ahsoka had claimed, fine.

Anakin finally met his eyes, the expression on his face one Obi-wan had not seen in years. Not since Anakin had first arrived at the temple, he looked confused, unsure of himself. The boyish, carefree glint that had always sparkled in his eyes was gone. Replaced by a hollow, vacant expression.

Perhaps it was then, that everything seemed to finally click into place for Obi-wan. Everything he hadn’t quite pieced together, or at least hadn't dared to think too deeply about.

“You love her.” Obi-wan murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

He knew he hadn't been quiet enough, for the second the words left his mouth, he saw Anakin stiffen. Saw his shoulders tense and the way his eyes darted away from him.

Anakin remained silent for a long moment, before taking a deep breath, exhaling sharply.

Obi-wan could see the way his jaw clenched, his lips pressed together. Could see the emotions warring in him, the turmoil raging just below the surface. Could sense the pain, the uncertainty, the conflict.

Anakin's eyes found his and Obi-wan saw a flicker of fear flash across his features, before being quickly replaced by a mask of indifference. Without saying a word, Anakin made his way to the door.

Obi-wan didn’t stop him, didn't know what to say or how to respond to this revelation, to what he now knew, what he had, perhaps for a long time now, known, but failed to fully grasp.

Anakin hesitated in the doorway, his hand lingering on the keypad. He glanced back, and Obi-wan couldn’t be certain, but he thought he saw something, something he couldn’t quite place, in Anakin's eyes, but it was gone as quick as it had come. “Attachment is forbidden.” Anakin murmured, and there was no heat behind the words, no accusation, just sadness.

Without another word, Anakin left, the doors hissing closed behind him. Leaving Obi-wan standing alone in the room, his mind reeling.

It was, Obi-wan mused, a simple enough lesson.

One he had taught both Ahsoka and Anakin repeatedly during their years together. It was one of the first lessons he had drilled into their minds. One that he had hoped, had believed, they had learned.

He had warned them against attachment, had reminded them countless times of its implications, and yet, now he was not sure who had been the most blind.

Him or them.

Notes:

Please note: I am going off the fact that sex is not forbidden within the Jedi order, attachment is. Therefore, Jedi are allowed to engage in sexual activities as long as they do not form emotional attachments to their partners.

Will definitely be going more into Anakin’s POV in the next chapter and how he feels about everything.

And no, Anakin doesn’t tell Ahsoka about Palpatine. Why? Then he would have to tell her everything that happened with Slick and how Palps helped him cover it up. There are still secrets between them.

Reminder, this is a slow burn 🫶