Sequel to Lies and Dreams. Also read Visions, the Prequel to Lies for a better understanding of where I'm going with this.

Plot: It's discovered that Ahsoka is having visions of the future. As the Separatists lay a trap out for the Jedi, Ahsoka, Anakin, and Barriss fall prey. With help from Obi-wan, Luminara, and some other Jedi, the three come to deadly face offs with General Grievous and Count Dooku, and the end according to Ahsoka's premonitions doesn't look like a happy one.

I haven't put a disclaimer on any of my Star Wars fics… I honestly don't think I need too, because then these wouldn't be on Fanfiction.

Also, do note, I'm not following the exact visions seen in the Season Three Trailer. These stories are based purely off my own imagination. I might, perhaps, try to use some of the visions from the trailer in another story, but this is all just inspired by the trailer. I don't plan on having Cad Bane come back in this story, but do expect to see Grievous, Dooku, and possibly Aurra Sing if I feel she won't mess up my main plot. I do use the words said within the trailer, however.

Chapter One: Confrontations

Ahsoka stood outside of Yoda's chamber, staring at the door like it might smack her with all the answers. That wouldn't be happening any time soon, though. So she was left standing there, trying to summon the will to knock on his door. He probably already knew she was there, but wasn't going to force her to come in. She could only sigh, so unwilling to let the Grand Master Jedi in on her troubles. She didn't want to share these dreams because she was scared of what they would say. That she was insane. That she was overreacting. That this was stupid.

That these were visions.

Ahsoka shuddered at the thought. The way that Obi-wan, Luminara, and Anakin had acted back in the Archives had been was first really brought this thought up. Before, she couldn't bring herself to think about the possibility of them being truth. Now, things were different. They had sent her to Yoda with serious faces.

All but Barriss.

Barriss hadn't seemed to understand what was going on. The other Padawan seemed to have known about as much as Ahsoka did when it came to what was troubling her. Ahsoka found herself wishing that Barriss could come with her. She wanted her friend to be there. Not just Barriss, but Anakin. Her master had sensed when she was having the visions and had been there to comfort her. Both of them caring for her gave her a bit of courage. Just thinking about it helped her to straighten up.

She knocked on the door and listened to the dull echo inside. Perhaps Yoda was not in. He could be out teaching some Younglings. She would just have to come back later.

She turned to leave when the door slid open. Wincing, Ahsoka turned back and made her way into the room, slowly.

"Yes?" an old, rough voice inquired.

He wasn't facing her. Probably mediating. The room was dim, only lit by the little bit of light that filtered through the shutters of the windows. Shadows cast about the room, giving it a dull grey appearance. Yoda was sitting upon a seat, but finally turned to look at Ahsoka, hopping down and walking over to a desk, picking up his gimer stick. He stood beside the desk and looked up at her with inquiring eyes.

"Greetings, Master Yoda. Sorry to disturb you."

"No trouble, there is, Padawan. Come in," Yoda said, motioning for Ahsoka to come and sit.

She did not sit, though. Instead, the Togruta hovered by a window, staring out at the light of the day. It was bright, nearing noon. She had been in the Archives for much longer than she thought before Barriss had found her.

"Troubled you are, Padawan," Yoda said. His voice struck the air, slicing away the silence that had fallen between them.

Ahsoka turned from the window and didn't hesitate in her answer.

"Yes, Master Yoda. I've been having… dreams."

She watched as Yoda's face took on a look of surprise and curiosity. As she opened her mouth to continue speaking, he must have guessed what she was about to say because he took on a look of shock, stepping back in surprise.

"They're so… real."

Yoda pondered momentarily before his graveled voice sounded again.

"Premonitions. Telling you something. Always in motion, is the future. And many possible futures there are."

Ahsoka's spine chilled. She felt frozen. She didn't even realize that she had stopped breathing until her lungs began to burn slightly. She gulped down some air, nodding at Yoda, but unable to conjure words. Her fears had suddenly just been voiced before her. Barriss could die.

What about Anakin? Could he die too? She had had a couple visions, but the main two had been one of Anakin being beaten and the other of Barriss about to be killed. The others had been small, quick flashes that she hadn't been able to comprehend. Those two, though, had been imprinted on her brain. She couldn't forget the pain she had witnessed.

"Wish to talk about it, you do not?" Yoda suddenly interrupted, yanking Ahsoka from her thoughts.

For a moment, she just stared at him, dumbfounded. The little alien remained patient, waiting for her response with a calm face. He didn't press her, didn't do anything but look at her. His shocked expression was completely gone and Ahsoka found no remnants of it on his face.

"Not really, Master Yoda."

"Tell someone in time, you must. For now, find peace," Yoda instructed, nodding gravely and leading Ahsoka to the door.

"Thank you for telling me what is up, Master Yoda. I'll make sure to tell someone about it sooner or later."

"Do not wait long to tell, young Padawan, or too late it might be."

With that, Ahsoka left him, heading into the hallway. She looked around, making sure no one was lurking about or coming along. Wrapping her arms around herself, she moved over to the wall and pressed her back against it, sliding down. The Temple felt eerily quiet. She sat there for many moments, wracking her brain in worry before she decided to find someone to talk to.

"Because, Barriss," Luminara sighed, "not all dreams are just dreams. Some, possibly in Ahsoka's case, are possible visions of the future."

It had only been a couple minutes since Ahsoka left to go see Master Yoda, but Barriss was already seated with her master, Anakin, and Obi-wan in deep discussion at a table within the Archives. Actually, it was more gossip. Gossip about her friend. Barriss hardly participated, but listened with sadness at the news the three Jedi tossed around.

"This can't be all that good. Actually, it can't be good at all. These visions had Ahsoka waking up in the middle of the night crying out. I don't think she'd wake up from a vision that happened to be of us defeating the Separatists for good," Anakin sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Sadly, you're correct. Perhaps what Ahsoka has seen can be avoided, though. Willingly she tells us what she saw, of course."

Eyes were trained on Obi-wan as he spoke, but he had nothing more on the subject. Luminara seemed deep in thought, and Barriss searched her Master's face. Troubled. That was all the other Mirialan Jedi was giving away upon her expression.

"I fear for Ahsoka's well-being. These visions may well drive her mad," Luminara finally admitted, a sigh escaping from her parted lips.

"Mad, Master?"

"Yes, Barriss. Who knows exactly what Ahsoka has been seeing. These visions could, in a sense, haunt her."

Obi-wan stroked his beard, sighing. He didn't openly admit it, but Luminara was correct. They would need to stop what Ahsoka was seeing, and have to help maintain the girl's sanity. This was proving to turn into an obstacle, and Obi-wan wasn't particularly thrilled by this. It only made going about harder, even if they did have an idea of what lay ahead of them.

"We need to get her to speak to one of us. The sooner, the better. We can help Ahsoka all while stopping these visions," Obi-wan voiced.

"Then I believe we should send Barriss and Anakin after her," Luminara chuckled lightly.

"Yes, indeed."

"But Masters…"

Anakin never finished. He couldn't finish. It made sense was the problem. Barriss was, despite actually being closer to his age than Ahsoka's, the female that Ahsoka related well to, and he was her master. Perhaps Plo…

"What about Master Plo?"

"He's leaving on another mission today. Where were you during that whole meeting this morning?" Obi-wan questioned, raising an eyebrow at his former Padawan.

"Ah…"

Luminara chuckled again and Barriss threw on a puzzled look. The Mirilan Padawan looked between the three, who had gone silent. She felt the silence like a thick cloud, and leaned forward in her chair, as if making to stand up. None of the Jedi even glanced her way.

"Masters?"

"Yes, Barriss?" Luminara craned her head to look over at her Padawan.

"I'm going to find Ahsoka, if you don't mind."

She stood.

"Alright. Go with her, Anakin. You two are a team now. Luminara's officially on break. You get two Padawans," Obi-wan smirked.

"Ha ha, your sense of humor never does fail you, Master," Anakin droned. His eyes rolled, but he pushed himself away from the table and stood. Stretching, he looked over at Barriss before heading over to her. "Lets get going."

Barriss nodded and turned, heading out of the Archives with Anakin on her heels. In the hallway, she found a couple droids passing by, their beeps and squeals giving her a slight headache. This morning was turning out to be rougher than what she had certainly been expecting.

Walking with Anakin was almost awkward. She knew he wanted to question her. Why she was still a Padawan. She had been a Padawan the same time he had. She truly wasn't much younger, this was entirely true. She knew that most of the Temple expected her to be a Jedi Knight now. However, she had not felt up to it yet. She didn't believe she deserved it. All this she had told Luminara and, thus, resulted in her still learning from her master. Anakin never brought it up, though.

They made it all the way to the dorms of the Padawans before Anakin spoke.

"Hold on. I don't know if she's in her dorm right now."

Barriss paused and stopped, looking back up at him. She folded her arms, trying to decide if she agreed with him or not. Then she noticed his face. He wasn't even looking at her. He was looking in the distance down the hall, away from the dorms. She peered down the hall as well, but saw nothing. She felt a faint stir in the Force, however, and knew he was feeling the approach of his Padawan. Barriss suddenly admired him. For much time, Anakin had come off quite boastful and of himself. Now, knowing his worry for Ahsoka made her realize that he was a softy under all those rough features.

"Is she coming, Master Anakin?" Barriss asked, deciding to best just make sure.

"Yes, I believe so."

Anakin winced. It was odd. Going from being on a first name only basis, to her addressing him as 'Master' to put it simply. They hadn't really spoken to each other on Geonosis during the destruction of the droid factory, and he had automatically filled the role, treating her much younger than him. Now, he realized, she was more than mature for her age. In fact, even more than him, perhaps.

"Oh my!"

"What is it?" Anakin wheeled around to face Barriss, noticing the Mirialan with a hand over her chest. Then he noticed a butterfly swooping about in the hallway. "It's just a garden butterfly. Must have flown inside from the Jedi Temple gardens."

"I know that now. However, it almost got its life ended by a good smack for landing on my hand."

Anakin chuckled. Okay, so she wasn't always more mature than him…

He started the way down the hall, deciding to peer around the corner and see if he could see his Padawan. He didn't glance back, assuming Barriss was following him. He reached the end and was about to look around when something brushed the back of his neck, causing a shiver to fly down his spine. He didn't notice the butterfly until after everyone declared names.

"Barriss!" he accused.

"Anakin?" a voice answered.

"Ahsoka!"

Barriss slipped beside Anakin and pulled Ahsoka, who looked utterly defeated, into an embrace. When she pushed away, she held the younger girl's shoulders firmly in her grip and looked her friend over. The only thing Barriss could find was the same expression her master had been wearing earlier. Troubled.

"Hey guys… Were you waiting for me?" Ahsoka blinked, looking between Barriss and Anakin. Odd. Where was Obi-wan and Luminara? Why was it just the two of them? Always the two of them…

"Yes, we need to talk to you," Barriss said softly, taking Ahsoka's hand and pulling her toward the dorms. The Togruta didn't reply, struggle, or do anything other than stumble along behind Barriss.

Anakin quickly followed suit and when they were in Ahsoka's room, he shut the door behind him and locked it, hoping none of Ahsoka's roommates would be coming back anytime soon. Turning, the two girls were already seated upon the lower bunk. Barriss kept a comforting arm around Ahsoka while the Togruta did nothing but stare at her hands in her lap.

"What did Master Yoda say?" he asked, walking over and standing before them.

"You know what he said already, don't you?" Ahsoka muttered miserably. Her blue eyes turned from her hands to stare down her master.

Anakin didn't respond. The vision of his mother flashed through his mind. He couldn't bring any words to his mouth to comfort his Padawan. He had been too late for his mom. He had failed her. There was nothing to assure Ahsoka that everything she saw would turn out alright.

"Ahsoka…" Barriss started.

"I'm not telling. I can't tell you. I…"

The response surprised Anakin. Her unwillingness hadn't occurred to him. In fact, he had outright thought this would be easy. The look now on Ahsoka's face told him otherwise.

"Ahsoka," he tried, giving her a look when she attempted to interrupt him. She shut her mouth, eyes casting downward again as he continued speaking, "it's obvious to us that what you've seen isn't good. That others lives are at danger. There is no way for us to do anything about that unless you tell us. We want to help you, Ahsoka. It's hard to be there for you when you won't even talk to us, though."

At this point, he sat down on the other side of her. He made no move to reach out and comfort her. If she was having visions, she would need to be strong enough to try and face them. He had had to face his own alone.

And look at what it led too…

He had killed all the Tusken Raiders.

He winced.

Ahsoka didn't notice, but Barriss cocked her head at him. She quickly turned back to Ahsoka, who had turned her eyes back at Anakin again.

"I… I can't tell you right now. It's too much to take in on one day. I had been hoping so hard they were just regular dreams. Hearing Master Yoda say it out loud has kind of… shut me down," the Togruta admitted. She slumped.

Anakin never thought he would admit to missing Ahsoka's stubborn perkiness so much.

"Alright, Snips. You can tell us tomorrow, then. The day after tomorrow at the latest, okay?" he instructed.

Barriss removed the arm she had around Ahsoka as Anakin placed a hand on Ahsoka's shoulder. He squeezed it comfortingly before pulling her in for a hug. Barriss smiled at him as he did so, and he relaxed. He was doing this to comfort his Padawan, and she needed it.

"Don't worry, Snips. We'll get through this all together. It'll all be okay," he said, and suddenly felt like he was speaking truth.

He let go and they moved away. Ahsoka looked on the verge of tears. He watched as she continued to crumble and the good feeling of truth froze. He had only made things worse… great. He stood up to leave, motioning that Barriss should come too.

Ahsoka reached out and grabbed his sleeve. He looked at her and watched a tear fall from her face. Only one.

"Master…" she croaked, voice rough. "I should…"

"Yes, Ahsoka?" he said, leaning in. Barriss remained rooted on the bunk beside Ahsoka, listening.

"The visions…" Ahsoka started. Paused, then continued, "were about you two."

Anakin would always respect Barriss from that moment on, for the Padawan had dangerously teetered close to fainting, but managed not to.

---Chapter one be done, dearies.

I hope you're looking forward to Chapter two.

By the way, there isn't going to be any romance in this story. It's all mostly just friendship and action.

No flames, please, constructive criticism can be helpful. Good reviews are always loved and favorites/alerts are as well.

Love,

Deyoxis