Author's Note: Yay! I'm submitting this in honor of Season 2 starting today! I wasn't planning on making a sequel, but when reka1207 mentioned the idea in the reviews for "A Sacrifice", I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so here it is! You don't need to read the first story to read this one. Usually I'd update weekly, but for this story, I might skip a week sometimes since it's a busy time of year for me. This will be about 5 or 6 chapters long. I will be completing this story, so don't worry if I don't update it in a long time. I appreciate any constructive criticism you have and I hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars or any of its characters.

The Final Confrontation

Ahsoka slowly opened her eyes, her conscious barely coming to surface as she desperately tried to scramble for her whereabouts. The familiar buzzing of the comm system awakened her as she finally remembered. She was in bed, and it was only about one o'clock in the morning. She slowly closed her eyes and groaned, sleepily pulling the covers back around her and turning to the side. Stretching out her arm, Ahsoka accidentally whacked the body that lay next to her.

The body barely shifted with the owner's voice only grumbling slightly. Ahsoka gently rested her fingertips on his shoulder and smiled softly. "I am not getting that."

There was a pause, and then he sighed. Slowly rising out of bed, he let the covers slide off of him as he turned and let his feet hit the ground. He yawned, stretching out his arms, and then turned on the light next to the bed, revealing to her the familiar sight of Rex.

Ahsoka hugged the covers as she watched him make his way to the drawer and pull out a shirt.

"You couldn't let me sleep this time, could you?" He said jokingly, turning his head slightly in her direction with a small grin.

She grinned back. "Nope."

Ahsoka closed her eyes again and rested her head against the pillow as she listened to the rustle of Rex pulling the shirt over his head, the fabric covering his once-bare torso and falling just barely past the waistline of the sleep pants he wore. As his footsteps headed toward the main room to answer the comm, Ahsoka smiled happily into her pillow as she remembered how she had gotten here.

It had really all started when she was 13 and was selected to be the padawan of Anakin Skywalker, she guessed. That's when she had met Rex, and after being his Commander and leading him on a couple missions, she had developed "feelings" for him. Of course, looking back now, she realized it was just a silly little girl's crush, but all the same, that's where she thought it had started. Maybe Ahsoka had become just a...little...obsessed with him during that time, but considering Rex was now her husband, she didn't feel embarrassed about it.

Rex had worked with Anakin and her for about a year and half, and then the Jedi Masters decided that it would be best to move him to the command of another General, just to prevent any attachments. Despite Anakin's tough behavior, it was clear that he was devastated at losing him, and Ahsoka, only being about 14, had thought she was going to die of heartbreak. However, in the end, she had decided that it was better that way, because she really did care about being a Jedi, and if that meant no attachments, it meant no attachments. Ahsoka had tried to block him out of her mind, and during the day, she was able to keep him out of her thoughts by keeping busy. But at night...at night, her mind wasn't capable of making such defenses and barriers against her feelings, and her dreams were plagued with images and memories of him for years. Three years, to be exact. All that time Ahsoka hadn't seen or heard anything from him.

It was when she was seventeen, when Rex had come, completely out of the blue, to relay orders to her. Something like she needed to "leave off-world on the next arriving Republic ship" to meet the Jedi Council. Ahsoka had been half-listening; her focus was mostly on Rex. She was taking in everything about him. The stern salute, the stoic expression upon his face, the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, his brown eyes as they stared into hers, his hair which was still shaved close to his head and dyed blond, a trait particular to him but she had realized a long time ago that she didn't need to look at his hair color to tell him apart from the others; he was special in a different way. It was then that Ahsoka realized she hadn't responded to his report, and her arm was still frozen in place, stretched across a large strategy map to place down a marker. Several of the clones that had been milling about silently in the room were giving her looks, and as she started to take in everything in that moment, she realized that where her breath had been taken away by Rex's entrance, he hadn't even twitched or budged or anything.

Was that how he thought of her? All those dreams she had been having, for all those years, and he didn't even feel anything? Even as a friend? Couldn't he even just acknowledge their previous friendship?

Ahsoka remembered having felt angered, disappointed and hopeless all very strongly and very suddenly in that moment. She had scowled inwardly, and then fixed an indifferent expression upon her face.

Two can play at this game, she thought bitterly.

"Very good, Captain." Ahsoka responded coldly, and watched as he gave another salute and bow of the head, and then strode out of the room without another word.

Ahsoka didn't want to be weak...she didn't want to have her happiness dependent upon a man, but nevertheless, she cried herself to sleep that night. She didn't know what she had expected, but maybe, maybe she secretly hoped that he was as obsessed with her as she was with him.

Over time, Ahsoka got over that incident as well, and another period of time passed before she saw Rex. She was 24, when after a battle all the troops were recuperating, and she had run into Rex one more time. She was exhausted after the fight, and wanted nothing more than sleep, but even that was hard when she was aware that he was wandering around in the same command ship as her. Ahsoka had laid down on top of her cot in her quarters, ignoring the blankets folded neatly next to it, and had tossed and turned for the next couple minutes in a desperate attempt to fall asleep. After awhile, she decided it was the light of the hallway filtering into her room that was keeping her awake. Frustrated, she stood up and entered the hall, flicking off the lights, only to see Rex by the equipment room.

Even after the last time she had seen him, Ahsoka still couldn't forget Rex, and her mind quickly scrambled for something to say to him, just so she could look at his face one more time. Just to relieve herself from the constant itching at the back of her mind, something that would plague her when she tried not to think of Rex.

He was walking down the hall in his uniform, all his armor left behind except for his helmet, when just as she passed, she threw out the first thing that came to mind.

"Why are you out of uniform, Captain?"

Not the most interesting conversation topic, but it worked. He turned toward her and answered her question, but she hadn't been listening. Ahsoka had been taking his image into her memory, trying to remember him exactly as he was, because she might not see him for several years. She was observing his face, every twitch of his mouth and subtle moment of his head. He had certainly aged faster, since he was a clone who's growth had been accelerated, but even then there was little evidence of that age upon his face. He seemed just as young as when she had been 13 and working alongside him.

She made a comment to him, half-aware of what she was saying, before she turned and started to walk back to her room. It hadn't been so disappointing this time. She had been prepared for his apparent indifference to her. But it was as Ahsoka was walking away that he spoke up again.

"Ahsoka...It was good to see you."

Something in her suddenly breathed out, like she had been holding it in all these years, and a sudden weight felt lifted off her shoulders. Maybe there was hope.

In the next several minutes, Ahsoka found herself to be the happiest she had been in a long time. It was in those moments, that Ahsoka angrily pulled Rex to her and had demanded why he had only bothered to acknowledge her now. Rex had calmly responded to her accusations, and she suddenly discovered his hidden love for her all these years as well. Ahsoka had never considered before that maybe Rex was giving her up to be a soldier just as much as she had given him up to be a Jedi, even though both their hearts longed otherwise. And so, it was in the dull darkness of a command ship hallway that Ahsoka and Rex had shared their first kiss.

Pulling back to the present, Ahsoka realized she was unconsciously brushing her fingertips across her lips, still remembering that kiss. She could still remember the taste of it, the faint smell of Rex...

She sighed, twisting the sheets in her hand as she sat up in the bed and looked toward the other room where she could barely hear the soft, low tones of his voice quietly mumbling to someone on the comm. Now she really wished Rex would come back.

Ahsoka sighed. She wouldn't be able to sleep without Rex next to her. Pushing the sheets off of her, she smoothed out her sleeping shorts and dark tank top, and then slid her legs up towards her body, waiting patiently for him to return. She smirked as she watched his silhouette slightly shift, admiring his form.

Ahsoka cocked her head, and then gently placing her fingertips back to her lips, began to think again.

Maybe it was the kiss that had started it. She could say it was the beginning of their romance. For a couple months after that, they had spent time together. Simple things, like talking, or eating together. But it was enough for her. Ahsoka had waited 10 years to even be around him again, and it was worth it. Then they had started discussing what they should do. It was obvious to them that they should leave, and start a new life together. So Ahsoka had gone before the Jedi Council and petitioned for her "resignation". She didn't feel it was right to claim she was a Jedi when she consciously disobeyed their rules, and when she felt she loved Rex more than she loved being a Jedi. They couldn't force her to stay, but they did give her their consent, and shortly after Rex left the ranks of the clone army.

They had traveled alongside each other for a year after that, and it was when she was 25, that he proposed to her. He wasn't a romantic type, and Ahsoka hadn't expected a romantic proposal, but the way he had asked her was perfect. It was the way Rex would have asked, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Several months later, they were married on Coruscant, and then together, finally, they chose to settle down on the planet of Myrkr. Although the planet was populated by many criminals and bounty hunters, they lived in a secluded area of the planet, and the environment interfered with sensor equipment, allowing them to remain relatively safe from other beings.

They were happy together, and that was all they had ever wanted. Of course, they couldn't have children, and neither of them were really the type to have children anyway, although they figured they could always adopt if they changed their mind. All in all, life had turned out perfectly. The only thing that bothered Ahsoka anymore was Rex's accelerated growth. She had secretly contacted the cloners on Kamino, in the hopes that they would have some sort of cure or something, anything. They hadn't responded yet, and she tried to keep it a secret from Rex that she had contacted them, simply because she didn't want him to worry over her worrying, and because she didn't want him to tell her that it was fine the way it was, and that it didn't matter, when it mattered a lot to her.

The heavy patter of rain once again awakened Ahsoka to the present, as she felt a soft breeze blow the curtains in the room and cold chill begin to hit her bare arms. She breathed the crisp air, and her attention turned to Rex's figure heading towards her.

Ahsoka smiled coyly, lifting her head up towards him, still thinking about their first kiss. "Who was that?" She asked softly.

It was when Rex's face came into the light that she suddenly started and her face took a look of shock.

"Rex? Rex?! What's wrong?!" She asked worriedly, her eyes widening in concern as she spoke.

He gripped her shoulders tightly and stared into her eyes urgently.

"Ahsoka—We need to get out of here. Now."