AN: This was inspired by something I read on 'Dear Blank, Please Blank'. This is potential the weirdest, most pointless thing I've ever wrote but the blasted idea wouldn't get out of my mind so I wrote it for the sake of my peace of mind.

Disclaimer: Star Wars is owned by Disney (feels weird saying that), it's their sandbox, I just play here.

A clash of thunder broke the eerie silence that had enveloped the temple that night, only mere seconds after the lightning that had just hit. It was the coldest night in a century on Coruscant. The temperature had long since plummeted into minus numbers. At only midday the thermostat had read -12oC. Yes, one could've predicted that night would've only gotten worse.

Another deep rumble struck, seeming to echo through the walls and sing through the floors. The brilliantly loud crash was followed by the quick footsteps of one particular occupant, and the soft thuds and stomps as she scurried around her room in fear.

A fairly loud banging noise was quick to follow the footsteps, much unlike the loud crashing of the thunder. This bang was the sound of something heavy hitting a solid surface. More specifically, this bang was the sound of a young Togruta child falling to her hands and knees so she could peer under her bed, wide eyes and trembling hands.

She shouldn't be frightened.

But...it was so scary.

The lightning seemed to illuminate all the crevices and magnify all the shadows to an extent where the child would swear that someone stood in the room with her. The pitter-patter of the rain sounded like the whispering of a thousand voices and, like any child, she had determined the voices to exist under her bed; the only true hiding place in the bare room.

The girl stood up shakily. There was something else in this room. She wasn't alone. Everyone else was wrong. And, she wasn't crazy. She could hear the whispering and she saw the shadows and everyone else was wrong. This room was far too crowded for it to be empty.

The child let out a loud squeak of fright when a banging on her door broke through the whispers and the shadows. The door bounced from the force exerted through the person's knocking.

"Can you shut up in here? Some people are trying to sleep." When the person on the other side of the door received no answer, he upped the ante on his banging and demanded. "Youngling, open the door."

The tiny girl took the treacherous journey to the door slowly, almost able to hear the chime of the death bells in her head. One step, and then another, and then another. Before she knew it, she was directly in front of her bedroom door, her trembling hand hovering over the control pad.

The young child was greeted by a very annoyed teenager who looked absolutely livid to be woken at such an unsociable hour. His hair was an unruly mess and stuck up in all directions, his eyes were slightly red and baggy, and he was slumped slightly. The child sighed in exasperation. Of course, out of all the Jedi in the temple, she had to wake the one that looked he hadn't slept in weeks.

Just her luck.

"You're making a lot of noise and my room is directly below yours." The boy pointed out grumpily, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it. "What are you even doing?"

The child bit her fingernails a little before quietly whispering. "I'm trying to find the monsters."

"What monsters?" The young boy asked in exasperation. "There's no such thing, just go back to bed, and stay there!"

The child heard the tone of exasperation in his voice and swelled up with indignation, grabbing his arm as he began to turn away. "I can hear them. They're under my bed."

The boy growled a little before pushing past the child, not waiting for an invitation in. He pushed the young girl to the right a little so he could pass her, stopping for a second when he felt the odd static shock he seemed to get from the girl – like the force was nudging him towards her.

The girl obviously felt the connection that had flared up between them through the force and shifted, but not uncomfortably. "What was that?"

"I dunno." He replied, eying the tiny child. He had his suspicions though, he'd been a Padawan for 4 years now and only once before had he felt that odd static shock that seemed to exist through the force; when he first met his Master: Obi-Wan Kenobi. It had happened when the man had put a hand on his shoulder on the ship that had taken him away from Tatooine. "What's your name?"

"''Soka. Who're you?" The girl nibbled on her finger again, oblivious to the boy's not-so-subtle observations of her. Did this mean she'd be important to him someday? Like Obi-Wan?

"Anakin Skywalker."

"Oh." She replied without missing a beat. She should've known that she would be the one to wake up the most powerful Padawan ever, or so the younglings thought.

"Look, 'Soka." The boy decided to press on, he would discuss it with Obi-Wan later. He dropped to his hands and knees and gestured for the girl to come over. "There's nothing here."

Ahsoka got on her hands and knees beside him. "But...what if they disappear when we look under here and come back when we aren't looking?"

Anakin decided not to argue with the girl and point out the idiocy of that theory. For some reason, he felt connected to this girl. For some reason, the idea of calling her an idiot – something he didn't mind labelling to other younglings – seemed unthinkable and callous. "Well, 'Soka that is a good question." It wasn't, he told himself in his head but didn't dare voice aloud. He still didn't understand why he didn't want to insult her. "So, you know what we have to do right?" He smiled conspiratorially.

Ahsoka shook her head and mouthed. 'No'

"You'll see."

After several minutes, Anakin had successfully solved the young girl's problem and now was smiling proudly at his handiwork. Ahsoka was stood with a befuddled look on her face that only disappeared after Anakin pointed at the non-existent space under her bed and conspiratorially whispered. "How are they gonna get under now?

Ahsoka 'oohed' aloud and smiled brightly. "My bed is on the floor."

Anakin smirked at the girl as she beamed at him, feeling something arise in him that he couldn't quite identify. Yes, he had a feeling he'd be seeing this little girl again.

"See you later, Snips." He didn't know why he said that. It had just slipped out. Yet, for some odd reason, a part of him knew exactly why he had said that. The young boy supposed that one day he would understand.