Hello, everyone! I'm back with another drabble story! And YES, I know that whenever I say "oh, it'll be a drabble story, I swear!" it just turns out to be a series of one-shots with only a FEW drabbles. However, this time, I'm determined to have this turn out to be a proper CentiStory.

Enjoy!


Plot - Of course, Ahsoka Tano knew that Anakin Skywalker had nightmares. She just never told him she was the one comforting him. [Not an Anisoka]

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Ahsoka Tano always knew when her master was having a bad day - it wasn't that hard to spot, really. The wrinkles in his face, the tightness in his shoulders, his strained voice always gave Ahsoka a hint that Anakin Skywalker was a bit more human than he was willing to admit.

Ahsoka also knew when Anakin was having a nightmare - though she would never tell him, she just. . .knew. Her master would always be kicking the covers away from him, for one thing, and a thin sheen of sweat would settle over his face as though he was suffering from a fever.

On particularly bad days, Anakin would moan and. . .say things. None of it made proper sense to Ahsoka, but she didn't mind it much. She would simply roll out of bed and make her way to her master, careful not to make a sound. Then, Ahsoka would slowly sit down by his side and squeeze his hand, murmuring words of reassurance. "It'll be okay, Anakin," she'd say softly, "it's a nightmare - you can sleep now."

Sometimes, it would take a while for Anakin to come around. Sometimes, it would only take a few minutes.

Either way, Ahsoka never left her master's side. At least, not until she was sure that he could sleep well for one more night.


A/N - So. . .what did you guys think? I sort of thought of this at around one in the morning and typed it up on my phone, so I'm sorry if it sounds a bit rushed in some places. It's hard to fit all of your thoughts in a few hundred words.

Anyways, please don't forget to review - constructive criticism is allowed, but no flames, please! Prompts are also welcome!