Disclaimer: All the used charakters belong to George Lucas and the season Star wars the clone wars.
authors note: The whole story is written from Ahsokas pointof view
The letter
I woke up because there was something prickly in my face. My hand went slowly under my pillow were my light saber was placed, the next moment I sat up quickly while turning on my light saber. But unfortunately I had been too sweeping, so I banged my head directly on the edge of my lamp. The next moment I started cursing, my head was terribly hurting, I could only hope that it wouldn't turn into a blue stain on my hair tails. In the green light of my saber I could take a short look at my watch, GOSH 4 am in the morning… But now that I was once awake I decided to have a closer look at this prickly thing which was the reason for me being awake at night.
When I looked down beside my pillow I just couldn't believe what I saw. There was lying a red rose on my quilt cover and on its stem there was tied up a letter. When I carefully wiped it off I noticed that someone had marked my name at the left edge. AHSOKA was written there in small tiny letters, which had the same color as the rose. My heart beat faster; I was confused could it really be, was it really possible that… I stopped breathing for a moment; my heart jumped.
"Okay calm down", I tried to reassure myself without any success.
"It is only a letter", I continued talking to myself, "so nothing exciting".
I held the letter in my hands as it was something fragile. Then I turned it around and started carefully opening it. Inside the letter there was a small piece of paper, like the envelope in neutral white, but the handwriting was again in the same red as the red from the rose. There were only two lines written down but it was a wonderful poem.
You are like a rose, beautiful and prickly.
So I only hold you loose but lovingly
I read it about four times before I was able to look up. Then I noticed that a tear went down my cheek, a tear of happiness. Whoever wrote me that; he is so romantic... I pressed the letter on my chest and breathed deeply in. And if I'm not mistaken I swear I could smell a waft of aftershave. After a long while I decided to get a bit more sleep.
So I placed the letter with the greatest caution in the drawer of my night table and locked it. Afterwards I pinned the rose upside down on my pin board between the list of things I need to do and the birthday calendar.
I was the happiest girl in the galaxy the problem was, that I was too happy… I was so happy that I wasn't able to fall asleep. My thoughts were caught by the letter and the rose. For me it looked like I had a secret lover, as in a movie.
While trying hard to fall asleep it came to my mind that the best thing was that we were on the way to a mission which means on a Jedi ship, so it would be quite easy to find out who my admirer was. With an exact exclusion process I promised myself success.
When it was seven a clock I wasn't able to stay longer in bed, while getting up I was doing a short estimate. It was still one week on the ship, so one week to find out who it was. I decided to make a list of guys I liked and one list for guys which could probably be the author of the poem.
The problem was that both lists were consisting in the end of the names which had come to my mind while writing; and this was only one name.
Rex
Rex
Rex
Rex
Rex
Rex
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And so on…
I just couldn't help it. But I was so extremely in love with him that I just didn't want to believe that the letter might come from someone else.
But the big question was: could it be possible that Rex was the author of the letter?
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