Hello, everyone! Back again with another chapter of this [5/1] story! Thank you for the faves/follows! Since I have a long weekend, I *might* be able to write a bit more than usual. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to update several of my stories. XD However, many thanks to those who reviewed/fave/followed, it means a bunch! II. You Smell Like Oil, Skyguy
When Ahsoka woke up in her quarters, she didn't expect to find her master's bed empty. She frowned, gently pushing the blankets off herself.
Ahsoka slipped on her boots and opened the door. It wasn't that it was unusual for Anakin to not come back by morning—sometimes he'd be running what he called 'errands', or he'd be up early and spending time with Senator Admidala.
However, Anakin always, always, always popped in at least once came into their quarters, no matter what.
Ahsoka frowned and sat down on her master's bed. She cautiously leaned in towards his pillow and took a small sniff. She didn't really know how to describe how she knew how Anakin smelled, or what he really did smell like…she sort of knew from being around him most of her time, she supposed.
When Ahsoka lifted her head from the pillow, she shook her head. Her master had not at all come into their room last night. If he did, the smell of him on the bed would be at least a couple whiffs fresher.
She froze and looked down at the pillow uneasily. Did something happen to her master? Was he alright? Did he get hurt?
Ahsoka jumped up to her feet and ran out the door frantically. Sure, her master had a habit in appearing late, but at the same time, he had a reputation for getting hurt and therefore making frequent trips to the healer's wing.
She tried for her comlink as she headed down the halls. "Master, come in." She said. "Anakin?"
When no reply came, Ahsoka muttered a curse under her breath and hurried to the mess hall, hoping to find him calmly eating breakfast.
However, there was absolutely no one in the mess except for a couple of younglings and older Jedi masters.
Ahsoka shook her head and ran back out of the doors. Where would he be?
He could be in the training room—no, he wouldn't. He never trained this early in the morning.
He could be in the Archives—no, he wouldn't. When was the last time he ever bothered to read something?
He could be talking to Master Kenobi—but that would lead Ahsoka into an entirely new mission in finding the older man. Frankly, Ahsoka wasn't up to a wild goose chase.
Suddenly, it dawned to her. There was one place where Ahsoka knew Anakin would be in whatever mood he was in.
She ran for the hanger.
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Ahsoka headed down the metallic hanger quietly, only stopping to nod at a couple of troopers or waving to one of her friends.
The hanger was alive and busy with activity. Echoes of the voices of troopers bounced off the walls and the sound of astromech droids moving across the floor buzzed throughout the entire hanger.
The smell of oil and metal was heavy but it was cheerful enough. After all, her master loved the hanger.
Ahsoka stopped shortly in front of her master's fighter and looked down slowly. She caught sight of a familiar pair of leather boots. The girl smiled and she crouched down.
She could see Anakin's head underneath the ship, a tool in his hand. Ahsoka let out a small laugh and shook her head. Of course—he had fallen asleep trying to do…whatever with his fighter.
Ahsoka gripped Anakin's ankle and carefully dragged him out. His face was streaked with machine oil and sweat, which didn't exactly look flattering for him.
"Wake up, Master." She shook Anakin's shoulder lightly. "I think you've spent enough 'alone time' with the fighter, don't you think?"
Anakin's lips parted and he uttered a low moan as he sat up slowly.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Master." Ahsoka giggled as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Wha'?" Anakin mumbled dazedly in response. He glanced around the hanger and grunted, "Back is sore."
"Of course it's sore, dummy. That's what you get for sleeping underneath your pilot." Ahsoka replied lightly.
"Fair enough." Anakin grumbled, reluctantly standing up. He blinked several times, as though he was trying to adjust to the brightness and yawned.
"I'm starving. You want some breakfast or something, Snips? Afterwards, we can go light saber sparring if you'd like." Anakin said, walking off with his usual spirited walk.
Ahsoka crossed her arms and wrinkled her nose. "Um, Master? Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked.
Anakin stopped and paused. He narrowed his eyes into a fixed point for a full minute and then straightened, shaking his head.
"No, I don't think I've forgotten anything." He replied cheerfully.
Ahsoka resisted the urge to sigh but instead continued patiently, "Anything at all?"
Anakin shrugged. "Not that I'm aware of."
Ahsoka smacked her forehead with a hand and mumbled, "You should take a shower."
The older man frowned. "Why?" He asked defensively.
Ahsoka looked back up and gave him a dry smile. "You smell like oil, Skyguy."
A/N: Of course he smells like oil. What'd you expect from a guy who slept underneath his fighter?
Ahsoka: …that sounded SO awkward.
Me: *pauses* Funny how when you say things in your head, it SOUNDS fine…
Ahsoka: #DoctorWho
Me: YES, YOU GOT THE REFRENCE!
Anakin: Will you shut up about it? PLEASE!
Me: No!
Anakin: *glares at me* Pond.
Me: *face pales* NOOOO! NOOO!
Anakin: Ahsoka!
Ahsoka: What?!
Anakin: She's having a feeling again! It's your turn!
Ahsoka: What?! No, last time, you left me with her!
Anakin: Sorry, not sorry, but if I hear ONE MORE WORD about Doctor Who or Sherlock, I will BLOW UP!
Ahsoka: Oh, please, blow up right now. I'd love to see the blood and guts.
Anakin: Shut up.
Ahsoka: MAKE ME.
Me: POND! GET BACK IN THE TARDIS! *cries quietly*
Anakin: *in a sing-song voice* Don't forget—JUMP, SHERLOCK, JUMP!
Me: NOOOO! YOU MONSTER! *punches Anakin furiously*
Anakin: I REGRET NOTHING!
Ahsoka: *sighs* Please review, give feedback, no hate! 'Till next time!
