"Things between us have not run smoothly lately," Obi-wan said. "But you must never doubt my commitment to you."

-Jude Watson, Jedi Quest

~Ahsoka's POV~

Mustafar always had been Ahsoka's least favorite planet, the place just popped with the look of evil. And it popped now, the lava spewed and crackled and spun as if it were enjoying the show. Ahsoka wondered if maybe it was.

She let out a slow breath, choking slightly on the acrid smoke. Or maybe she was choking from disgust. She could still see the bodies in her mind, younglings she had helped train, padawan's she had met as a youngling herself. And they had all been displayed on the ground, bloody and dead. And a lightsaber wound through some of their hearts.

Ahsoka hadn't believed it, when Master Yoda had showed them the holo-gram. Her master was being framed, he had to have been. He would never do something like this. He would never betray The Jedi. He would never betray her.

At least, that is what she had thought, before this, before she and Obi-wan stowed away on Padme's ship. Apparently Sky-guy had gone and married Padme, it hadn't been a big surprise to Ahsoka; she had known that her Master and senator Amidala were more than friends.

And the three years part? Eh, no, that hadn't been a big shock either; this was Anakin Skywalker they were talking about. But the pregnant piece of the puzzle? Maybe the masters were right; he was too reckless and impulsive. But they had been too right too late.

Now, this was the end.

Ahsoka ran down the bank, feeling the heat rise up in her boots, searing the feet inside, but she didn't care, she had to get to Master Kenobi, she had to help! Of course, in their strife to kill or control each other, they had destroyed the mining base, which had huge chunks drifting in the thick orange magma.

Ahead of her, two sticks of glowing power swirled around each other as if in a mystic dance. Both blue. One good the other newly bad. How had this happened? How had this Sith managed to turn two brothers against each other? How had he over-ruled years of friendship and trust so quickly? Simple, he had used fear, and anger, and attachment.

Ahsoka swiped a hand over her eyes, which had droplets of water streaming from her eyes, a sob escaped her throat as ash battered her face and back. This couldn't be true; her master could not be that creature.

Anakin Skywalker was not a Sith, he didn't idolize killing and hatred, he had seen what those things did to people. He had fought against it for most of his life; he had almost been killed by the people who wielded it as a weapon.

What in the name of the force was he doing fighting with it now? All to save the woman he had just almost strangled with his own hands? And the baby he could have crushed inside of her?

Ahsoka was there, and her wide, predatory blue eyes caught site of her two mentors, the men she admired the most.

She heaved in breaths as fire was reflected in her eyes, behind the fire, Obi-wan jumped onto the bank in front of her, lightsaber poised and face strained. He didn't want to do this, force; even Ahsoka could see how desperately he didn't want to fight this battle. How could Anakin not see it?

"It's over, Anakin! I have the high ground!" Obi-wan called over. Ahsoka looked at her fallen master, wondering if any sense would occur to him, if he would realize that this was a fight he could not win, not easily anyway. And against Obi-wan? More tears ran down her cheeks as she realized what Obi-wan would have to do.

"You underestimate my power!" Anakin roared. Ahsoka shook her head, hand over her heart, which was thumping wildly. Obi-wan stared at Anakin incredulously "don't try it," he pleaded hoarsely. Would he? Sith or no Sith, this man was angry, and desperate and over-confident. That made for a bad combination.

With a roar of rage, Anakin flipped off his platform and toward Obi-wan, who raised his lightsaber, about to lacerate her master. "No!" Ahsoka didn't know what possessed her to jump, but she did, and tackled master Kenobi to the ground, both of them tumbling towards the lava.

The heat bubbled near her back Lekku, scorching it. She gritted her teeth and looked up to see a wide gash in Master Kenobi's shoulder. He glanced at her, losing consciousness, Ahsoka felt shame and guilt run through her as she scrambled up, sobbing freely now. What had she done?

Desperately, she pushed him away from the magma, but the bank seemed to be melting from under her; they both kept slipping back down. She glanced up, and met the sickly yellow eyes of Anakin Skywalker, looking down at them almost curiously, as if they were turtles that had been turned on their backs and were trying to right themselves again.

He was her last chance, and that amounted almost to nothing.

"Master!" she cried. She threw her body over Obi-wan's as they slid down toward the lava. Extending a hand, her eyes pleaded with the Jedi she had once known.

Anakin stared at her for a moment, as if in a trance, before he stepped forward and grabbed her hand. Ahsoka tightened her grip on Obi-wan. "If I go, he goes too," she said firmly. Anakin nodded and Ahsoka could have sworn she saw a flash of blue in his eyes. "I never intended to leave him, Ahsoka" he answered.

Ahsoka glared at him for a moment as he pulled them up, and then she turned her attention to Obi-wan. The Jedi master was falling into unconsciousness, his eyes rolling back into his head as the wound bled out.

"Thank you, Ahsoka" he whispered. Ahsoka stared at him, and Anakin froze, also staring. Thank you? What in the galaxy could he be thanking her for? "I never would have…. Been able to live… With myself. Thank… You" and he let out a slow breath, his head sinking back.

Ahsoka glanced up at Anakin, and was surprised to see tears in his eyes as he smiled. His eyes were blue, for that second, they were blue, and it was that second that meant everything to Ahsoka in the time to come. It was that second that gave the Jedi hope, and a future.