A/N: Thank you so much to Lindstrom, who may or may not be reading this, who reviewed my first ficlet and gave me a lot of happiness. This is not supposed to be romance/femslash, it's supposed to be hurt/comfort. The Master in this story loves her Padawan like a daughter or little sister. Anyway, enjoy!
"Commander, the General's been hit!" a voice yelled from somewhere behind her. Been hit? Her blood stilled and her heart stopped. Impossible, her Master was practically indestructible. Practically, not totally, a cold voice told her from inside her mind. She spun and sprinted back, victory forgotten, to where a trooper was bending over a prone form dressed in sand coloured clothing. Oh no, Force... This can't be happening. She sank to her knees, her lightsaber rolling out of her hands and onto the ground beside her. Her Master must be alive... She was just unconscious, yes, that was it. But there was no rise and fall to her chest, and when she took her Master's hand to check for a pulse, there was none. "Master?" came the quavering voice that didn't sound like her own. Nothing. The gaping wound in her side told everything she needed to know — that it was futile. But the hopeful little girl inside told her to keep trying. "Master?" she repeated. "Master," this time more insistently. "Master, wake up. Master, it's me, wake up, Master." Tears were filling her eyes, and despite her best efforts to keep them at bay, rolling down her cheeks. Her bottom lip quivered, as she added a tiny, desperate, "Please?" Her voice wavered on the last word, and she was crying in earnest, cradling her head in her hands, as she sobbed as though her heart had broken into a million tiny little fragments. And it had. A circle of troopers surrounded the two prostrate forms — one shaking, one utterly still. She took no notice, for her world had shrunk down to the aching of her heart and the lifeless body of her master in front of her.
Gasping as tears still flooded her cheeks, she was awakened by a dark figure shaking her shoulders. "Are you OK? Wake up!" Shuddering, she clung to her Master, checking frantically that she was, alive, heart beating, breathing and moving. "Hush, little one, hush," she soothed gently, as the wracking sobs subsided. She did not ask what was wrong, but rubbed circles on the younger girl's back, reassuring. Being cradled against he Master gave her a solid grounding in reality, showing her that the horrifying events of only a few minutes ago were no more than a dream, a nightmare. Her Master was not dead, she was here, physically here, not lying motionless in the dust on some far-off planet. They were here together, and would face the battle ahead together, alive and well.
A/N: Please review, tell me what you think!