I'm going to do my authors note here in the begining for once. Actually because some readers might find this a little different from what is usually written in the Anisoka category on this site. Just to let you know, I'm more of a resoka fan, but upon request of Ahsoka320, I decided to write a little Anisoka. The writing in normal font is the kind, usual Anisoka. The writing in Italics is the stronger stuff, the story some of you might not want to read. There is no sex, don't worry about that. It is just a... harsher version of Anisoka. A little frightening. This won't be a long fic, probably only around five or six chapters. Anyway I digress, enjoy and review!

"I am needed here," Ahsoka blurts out as her eyes fly unbidden back to her master.

"You are needed on the bridge Commander, not here. You are no healer, you can do nothing more for him," a calm clone voice replies. Ahsoka turns to Rex and sees the pain in his eyes that mirror her own. It was a hard blow to watch the hero without fear fall prey to an enemy's lightsaber. "We need to finish this battle, and with our communications jammed we cannot reach General Kenobi on the ground. You are the General now, Ahsoka."

Anakin's faint breath fogs his life support mask. He does not stir as the medical droid bustles around him, treating his many burns. His once proud clothes hang in burned tatters. The sin beneath is angry shades of purple and red slowly knitting together as the force works to heal its prophesized saviors wounds. Anakin would want her to be strong, would want her to lead the troops to victory. She could do this.

With a sly glance toward her master she turns to her best friend in the entire GAR.

"Let's go Rex. You're right," he nods and shifts his helmet under his arm. As they leave the ward to the relief of the medical droid Rex puts a reassuring hand on Ahsoka's shoulder.

"He'll be okay. He always is," his voice is soft. Ahsoka sighs and fiddles with her montrails. Then she puts a forced smile on her face and replies,

"Last time he faced Count Dooku alone he lost an arm. He is getting better," Rex chuckles faintly.

"Leave it to General Skywalker."

Ahsoka return to Anakin's side once communications are restored with Obi-wan. The state on the ground was not as bad as it had appeared and the battle was won quickly without her help. Dooku had fled the scene after Anakin had gravely injured him. Dooku had still finished with the upper hand, only the appearance of Obi-wan saving Anakin from a swift death. Ahsoka had dragged him across what felt like the entire city, past rubble and burning, well, everything had been burning. It was especially awful because her master kept moaning and every once in a while screaming with pain as the ground became rough. Once he had even whispered Snips in the fog of needles that surrounded him, only to have whatever he was going to say snatched from him by and onslaught of pain, and a fit. After that he remained unconscious. It was almost a blessing, saving Ahsoka from the tears she would have started to shed if it was necessary to keep putting her master through so much pain. She just wasn't strong enough to carry him. Finally they had gotten close enough to friendly lines to get picked up by a gunship.

Now she was sitting here, alone with her master for the first time in what felt like ages. Except this time, she might as well have been by herself. Even the medical droid was gone, saying there was nothing more he could do for him.

Tentatively Ahsoka reached her fingers toward his hair, pausing half way, and then continuing the journey. Her orange skin took in the soft brown filaments with wonder. It was better than she imagined, touching him. He was just so beautiful. He was just so kind and his eyes hid terrible secrets and a sadness no one seemed to be able to heal, not even senator Amidala. At first Ahsoka had been jealous of the senator. Why should Padme get Anakin? Why couldn't Ahsoka have him? It was a secret after all, why couldn't it be her secret? That jealousy had actually grown into a friendship, because the two women shared one great thing in common.

Anakin.

He was the one who had brought them together in the end. At first Ahsoka had despised the way Padme had treated her like a little sister. Now, it was almost comforting. Ahsoka would take Anakin from Padme with no second thoughts, but she might as well enjoy the luxury of friendship while she could.

Her fingers trailed down his face, stroking the sharp angles and soft lashes. She avoided the burn on his forehead. Desperately she wanted to touch his lips, just once before he awoke and they went back to being master and Padawan. Ahsoka didn't dare take his breathing mask off however, and so she sat in the chair at his bed side, wrapping her small fingers around his own. The ones of flesh and blood, not the robotic ones. Their time was short, Obi-wan would be here soon and he would not leave Anakin's side until his Padawan awoke. They were like father and son, and Ahsoka envied Anakin for that connection. Not that she wanted him to be her older brother. She would rather have him as her husband.

For the first time she realized how tired she was. Curling into a ball on the chair and pulling her hand away from his, she closed her big blue eyes and fell into sleep where she dreamed of love.

His eyes scanned the troops that marched below him. There feet were perfectly in sync, marching with military precision. Well they should, that is what they were bred for. His eyes flickered from the sounds of pounding feet below him to the city the rose around him. The sky burned red and buildings fell when he moved his hand. A smile parted his face. This was power, this was greatness. It was all his now. He would share it with no one else.

A woman screamed in the distance. Children yelped as soldiers did not move for them and they were pounded under foot. People ran into buildings when they heard the drum beats of the feet. He laughed, throwing his head back in mad abandon. It was wonderful.

"General," he turned to see a man in blue and white armor. His captain for three years. He should have had a commander under him, but the council would not promote him to master. Just the thought angered him. His eyes burned like the city around him and he span all the way around. He would show them just how powerful he was.

"What is it?" he snapped, his anger not diminishing with time. His hatred was blossoming in his chest and he fed it, just like his master had taught him.

"We are ready to precede sir," he said with a crisp salute.

"I go in first, no exceptions." And he was off, running along the building, leaping up onto the ledge of the next, then doing a neat flip and landing at the front. His cloak billowed like black wings around him. Gracefully he activated his light saber and pointed forward. There were no words of encouragement as he might have said once. They knew what they need to do. Blasters tore into the great gray doors before him. After a minute of barrage he waved his hand and the blue streaks stopped instantly. He shoved forward with his hands and the doors flew inwards, toppling and spinning as if mere toys in the wind of his power. With many screams the massive slabs of concrete crushed some Jedi who were in the way of the blast. He felt no sense of satisfaction at the deed. It had just happened.

Within a millisecond his light saber was vibrating in his hand and he was running. Those idiotic enough to remain on the grounds were bloodless heaps by his hand after five seconds. The troops began streaming like water behind him. He paid them no mind. That one is dead, the one he just stabbed. No need to worry about him. Now that one, the one the clone just shot, she isn't dead. Now she is, even the Jedi can't live without a head.

And then he sees her, the one face he had hoped a clone would have the pleasure to mar.

"Ahsoka," he said with the voice of an evil king. He strode toward her, lightsaber by his side. He oozed power; it seeped from his eyes and glistened on his hands. Each word he spoke would have caused lesser people to bow before him.

"Master," she replied. Ahsoka had gone missing months before the date of the purge. Not that he had really cared, he told himself. She was nothing.

Now, he sensed the darkness exploding off her in waves. She was much older looking, almost full grown. She wore entirely black with slits in provocative places. There was something utterly different about her. When she activated her lightsaber and saw that it was red, he was wholly impressed.

"So you've decided to join us after all," he laughs a little and spins his lightsaber through his hands, killing the Jedi that was trying to attack him.

"I do like living," she says with a cruel smile, spinning her own lightsaber and then flipping lightly up onto the roof. Her newly long legs stretch and flex and he watches them with cold primal fascination. Then she jumps down through the rubble into a group of cowering younglings. A surge of pride goes through him when she dispatches of them so quickly, faster than it would have taken to think about it. This was his Padawan. And soon, she was going to be his in more than one way.

"You have proven your worth," he says and runs to her, neatly dispatching of his once friend. "Come, we will take the council," then he pulls her close, closer than they ever were when they were good. His hot voice whispers a seductive promise in her ear that sends shivers down her spine. "If you do well, I will make you my queen." His hand is on her leg and trailing upwards. She will do.

Then, he might just kill her.