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When Kya woke up Lin wasnât there. She knew that her wife had a lot of work recently and she was leaving earlier than usual but something wasnât right about it. Lin never complained about her work unless she had to do overtime. For Kya it was suspicious that she hasnât said a word about how much she hates that she canât spend time with her.Â
So the conclusion was for Kya kind of obvious.Â
Lin was cheating on her.Â
No matter how hard Kya tried, she couldnât get this out of her mind.Â
The sun started rising and Kya was sure that she wonât be able to fall asleep again. She sat on the edge of their bed and yawned loudly. Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from their terrace.Â
She frowned leery and walked to confront whatever made the noise. She yielded the curtains up and gasped.Â
âI have nearly attacked you, I thought you were an intruder!â Kya threw away the water she was bending. âWhat are you doing here, itâs freezing! Youâre literally shaking!â
Lin took a blank look at her wife. Kya approached her and put her hands on Linâs shoulders. She budged vaguely.Â
âLetâs go to bed, honey. Did you get any sleep tonight?â
She shook her head.Â
âOh dearâ Kya laid her hand on Linâs back.
âKya⊠I canât.â
Her eyes were glistening with tears.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â she was truly bothered.
âI canât sleep. Everytime I close my eyes I can hear his cold, steely voice, I feel his hand touching my forehead, Kya IâŠâ
Kya cradled her, gently stroking her head.Â
âI was so scared.â
âShe was struggling with the memory of Amon for so long, why didnât she tell me?â she wondered. âI nearly accused her of cheating on me,â Kya realised with mixed feelings of fear and shame. Â
âDonât say anything, I got youâÂ
Kya guided her to the sofa and let Lin put her head on her shoulder. She covered her in a soft blanket and clasped her delicately. She did everything she could to make her wife feel safe and loved. As soon as Lin closed her eyes she fell asleep, Kya couldnât imagine how exhausted she had been.Â
And when she woke up it was nearly noon. Kyaâs hand was still on her shoulder.Â
That was the first time in ages when she slept peacefully.
âThank you, Kya, I love you.â she whispered silently while her eyes were still shut.Â
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Anakin and Ahsoka were taking heavy fire from Separatist forces. The mission had been going great in terms of low death rate, but now clonesâmen that Ahsoka had tried to take time to knowâwere being killed. Luckily Rex, Fives, Echo, and Jesse were still alive. But she wasnât sure about some of the other 501st members sheâd taken a liking to. They had been outflanked and cut off, and now their only hope of getting out of there was to have their main attack force take out the cannons so the gunships could come in and extract them.
âWell this is going great!â Anakin called over the heavy blaster fire. He redirected some blasts with his lightsaber, taking out droids.
Ahsoka grit her teeth as she wielded her two sabers, doing the same.
âDonât blame me!â she responded. âThis was allâyourâidea.â
âCut the attitude, and go help our men on the other side.â
âRight away, Master.â
Ahsoka ran to support the north flank. They were positioned in a circle, and when one man fell along the front lines, he was dragged inwards, and another took his place. It was efficient, but the droids just kept closing in.
âGood to have you here, Commander!â Rex greeted her as she slid in front of him and deflected a red bolt that had been heading towards his helmet.
She spared him a quick nod, and got to work.
The noise around them grew louder, and she thought somewhere close by she heard their other men fighting. A cannon blew up, shaking the ridge to their northeast.
Suddenly, the men around Ahsoka were rushing around her, and she sensed panic through her Force connection with Anakin.
âMaster.â
Another explosion shook the battlefield, fire and debris shooting up into the air. Their men crowded each other, chaos overcoming what had once been so orderly.
Then there it was again: panic, helplessness.
âRex, hold the line!â
âYes, Commander!â
Ahsoka wove through the troopers, everything a blur of white and blue. They werenât in a circle anymore. The droids had swarmed them, and they were retreating, making a crowded and disjointed blob, which was quickly becoming fractured.
Her master was far out in the field now, cutting down droid after droid, and using the Force to toss them into each other, push them away. But he was tiring.
âAhsoka, a little help!â he cried, desperation injecting into his voice.
Heart beating frantically, breathing much too quick, she leapt over some droids, trying to get to his position.
Pain flared in her shoulder, and then her leg, and she plummeted towards the hard ground.
She cried out as she fell.
âAhsoka!â
Distracted, Anakin had just taken a hit to his abdomen, and had fallen to his knees.
Help, the bond seemed to say, even as she felt his worry for her. But the blaster bolts hadnât hit anything vital, and had mostly grazed her. Still, she had a hard time fighting as she got back up, the pain slowing her down.
HELP.
âI canât!â she cried. âMaster!â
Explosions shook the ridge, and gunships flew towards their position. But Ahsoka couldnât feel relief. She couldnât see Anakin. Where heâd been was nothing but flashing lights and smoke.
Ahsoka took a hit to the back of the head. All went black.
~~~
Adrenaline spiked through Ahsoka so suddenly and with such force that she felt like her chest was going to burst. Thatâs what woke her.
Blaster fire. Anakin crying for help. The explosions.
âMaster!â
Before she knew what was going on or where she was, she was sitting up, reaching for her lightsabersâthey werenât there. Hands held her down.
âNo, no! Get off me!â
âCommander.â
Rex?
Ahsoka blinked, beginning to take in her surroundings. She was on their battleship, in her own room in the med bay. Rex and Fives were holding her where she was uninjured, keeping her steady.
A fierce ache raced toward her skull and up through to her montrals, particularly the one on the left. Her shoulder burned, as did her leg.
âTheâthe battle,â she said. âWhat happened? Whereâs Anakin? Did he make it out?â
âHeâs being seen to,â Fives answered. âNow, Commander, you should really lie back down.â
Ahsoka tried to brush them off, but her vision began to swirl, and everything blurred.
For the second time that day, she lost consciousness. The last thing she remembered was Rex lowering her back down, and medicine being injected into her upper arm.
~~~
This time when she woke up, she hurt less, and was in less of a panic. But instead, her body felt heavy, and numbed, the back of her head cold.
Probably a chill pac, Ahsoka realized as she took in her surroundings. Still in the gray and stark cleanliness of the med bay. And this time she was alone. She was warm, at least, but then she winced, tiny pinpricks alighting in her body, and she realized she was under a shock cloth. It would help her, but... she had to go find Anakin.
Ahsoka pushed off the shock cloth, and immediately missed its sturdy warmth. Shaking slightly, she left the bunk theyâd put her in, and all but fell as she put weight on her right leg.
Right.
Sheâd been shot.
Looking down revealed that a medpatch covered part of her leg where her clothing had been torn through, and under that she wouldnât be surprised if there were mechnosutures.
Great.
A quick exam of herself showed the same for her left shoulder.
Ahsoka held herself up by gripping the bunk, and as dizziness swarmed her, somehow seeming to plunge through her entire body so that nausea began to overtake what strength sheâd thought she had, she looked for anything that she could use as a crutch. She hadnât been left any; probably because she wasnât supposed to be out of bed and mobile.
Too kriffing bad.
She spotted an IV pole across the room, and limped/dragged herself to it. Then, gripping it in a sweaty palm, she went to go find Anakin.
How badly was he hurt? He was alive still, that much she could sense. But would he stay that way? Was he even conscious? Would he blame her for what had happened?
Perhaps his blame didnât matter because all Ahsoka could feel was a stone in her stomach from the knowledge that she hadnât been able to help him, that sheâd let him down.
It didnât take long for her to find Anakinâhe was in the room next to hersâand when she did, she saw that he was unconscious. He was burned and bloodied, but had been cleaned up as best as could be managed. Some medpatches were beginning to have a pink tint to them, and she wondered just how deep his wounds went. He lay under a shock cloth, and an oxygen mask was over his face.
Ahsoka nearly collapsed at the sight, and it had nothing to do with the damage to her body.
She went to him, and fell before his bunk.
âOh, Master.â
She reached to take his hand that had fallen out from under the shock cloth, but then she realized that was bandaged too.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she stared at him. And stared.
Oh blast, this was her fault. All of it. Sheâd left his side, she hadnât noticed the enemy surging towards his flank, and she hadnât been able to reach him to help him. Sheâd gotten hit in the head of all things! How pathetic. She wasnât just some regular soldier, or someone fresh out on the field. She was his Padawan, and yet sheâd let him down.
âMaster, Iâm so sorry. I didnât mean...â
She cut herself off as he coughed, and then his blue eyes blinked open slowly. Despite the medicines heâd surely been given, they were still clouded with pain.
âMaster?â
He reached up to remove the mask from his face. Ahsoka wanted to stop him, but she didnât know where she could even touch him. Where wasnât he injured?
He groaned, but managed to do so.
âAhsoka, Iâm fine.â
âNo, no. Look at you!â she argued. âYou needed help, and I couldnât help you. You couldâve died!â
He coughed, let out another groan, and then murmured, voice rough and breathy, as if each word caused pain, âIâmâfineâSnips.â
âStop lying. Youâre not fine. Youâreâ Oh, how could I have let this happen?â
âYou did what you⊠could.â
âNo, I didnât! I listened to my fear, my pain. I could have saved you, I could haveââ
He reached out with his injured hand and weakly grasped her good shoulder. âYou couldnât have,â he murmured.
She bowed her head, and felt tears begin to flow.
Of course. Sheâd failed him, and he thought so too.
âAnakin, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs⊠alright, Snips. Itâs alright.â
Ahsoka didnât believe that, couldnât believe that. All she remembered was her failure, her weakness, lying on the ground as she screamed, I canât!
She had failed him. His injuries were proof of that. Even her own were.
when i tell you i cried like a river watching episode 4 of i told sunset about you... oh boy the pain i felt and one week for the last episode i canât survive like this.
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I can't believe Robert Pattinson has been just sitting there being a fantastic actor, singer, guitarist, philanthropist, artist, and generally all out amazing and I've been sleeping on all of this. I just can't believe it.
Me: Hey! I think Iâm gonna develop an au and write a new story!
*writes a few things down* *keeps getting distracted after each little thing* *spends more time distracted than writing* *canât focus* *keeps watching youtube*