Urrrggggg…. I'm writing at least ten fanfics at the moment while trying to juggle life and make-up school work, (I haven't been to school in two weeks.) This morning I actually had to go to my sister's concert and have SOCIAL INTERACTIONS. My crush/former best friend kept waving at her mom who was sitting behind me….

Crush: *waves*

Me: *awkwardly waves back*

Crush: (mouths) I'm waving at my mom, not you

Me: *internally winces and hides in hoodie*

Crush: *facepalms*

So now I'm just writing and pretending I'm not dying inside. ANYWAYS I have to get going on chapter three, so enjoy this very cliche thing and have a very nice day. :)

Later that afternoon I sit cross legged on my floor, my eyes closed and my eyebrows furrowed.

I'm thinking about a clone I was trying to help.

He was thrashing around on a stretcher, screaming and crying. He grabbed my hand as I walked by him. "Commander! Commander help… help me please!"

I stopped walking and stared at him in horror. "What… what is it? Where are you hurt?"

The clone cried out in agony. He pointed toward his bloody chest. He screamed and lost himself in uneasy breaths. I shake my head. "I've got you. Don't… don't worry sir."

Tears ran down my cheeks. I quickly stripped down his upper armor. What I saw scared the living force out of me.

His chest was a bloody mess. I could actually see bone… Bone and veins.

The air felt heavier. The room started to spin. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I need help. I need help. I need help.

I looked away despite myself.

"Oh my god…"

I started to gather medical supplies, my shaky hands moving as fast as they could, but I was too late.

The clone's grip on my hand went limp. I sensed him fade away. He died. I wasn't able to save him.

My horrible memories are interrupted by the sound of my door sliding open. I recognize the Force signature almost immediantly. It's Anakin.

I realize I'm clutching my knees to my chest, digging into my sides of my lekku with my fingernails.

I move my legs away from my torso and force a smile up at him He sits down next to me. "I got us reservations at a decent restaurant downtown, Snips. If you feel up to it I'd like you to come."

I think about it for a second. This is why Anakin's so good to have around when I'm upset like this. "Thanks. I'd love to come." I need to get my mind on something other than death.

"Do you need to get ready or something?" He asks.

I think. I took a shower after training around two hours ago, so I should be good. Usually I would wear a dress, but I don't really have any other outfits than the absolutely nessisary. "Nope." Plus I really don't want to be away from him right now. The flashbacks get more intense when I'm not with him.

"It's not too far if you want to walk." Anakin suggests while we leave the Temple.

"Sure. Sounds good."

We start walking down the sidewalks, cold from the wind blowing down the streets. I shiver, hugging my shoulders. I flinch as I feel a weight on my back, and then calm down as I feel Anakin wrapping me tightly in his cloak. "Maaaaasssteeeerrr…" I groan. "Just wear your freaking coat."

He shakes his head with a smirk. "Nah, I'm good."

I would punch him if he weren't being so sweet.

We stop talking and continue in peaceful silence. I look up at him. The city lights show on his pale skin in all different colors, even reflect off of his icy clouds of breath.

He puts an arm around my waist and holds me close to him protectively as we walk downtown. Evenings in downtown Corosaunt are a lot less sketchy then nights, but there's still lots of people to avoid. As we walk, I see a Mon Cala man waving around a paper bag a yelling at people. His legs wobble underneath him. My Master steers us away from him before he could yell at me. "HEY!" He screams, then laughs.

We walk close together, both of our eyes jolting from place to place, drunk to drunk. But we make it to the restaraunt just fine.

I feel out of place the moment we walk in. The place is literally lit completely with candles, on posts on the walls and sitting on chandelliears. There's soft music playing, and everyone here is dressed all fancy. I can tell Anakin feels the same way as me, but he pushes his awkwardness away and approaches a waiter at the front.

"Do you have a reservation, sir?" He asks.

Anakin nods. "Anakin Skywalker."

The guy takes a minute typing on his keyboard and tapping the screen. He looks at it confused, then seems to find Anakin's name. "Okay, you're all set, sir. Follow me, sir." He rushes off, holding our two menus. I start following him. "Come on, sir." I laugh quietly to my master.

He walks us to a booth. "Does this work, sir?" Just like everything else, the booth has romantic dim lighting and a candle center piece.

"Uhhhh..sure. Thanks." Anakin says awkwardly. He and I sit down across from each other and he put our sileverware and stuff in front of us. "There you are, sir, uhhh...and sir. I'll be right back for your drinks." He scampers off as Anakin chuckles.

I grab my menu and start to read it.

My eyes try to scope out the cheapest meal for Anakin's sake. It's hard to have an appetite at all when I was just thinking about bloody, gory death, but I force myself to think about food.

Anakin lays his hand on my knee, sending shivers through my whole body. "What sounds good?" He looks over at my menu.

I shrug. "I'll just get pasta or something."

Anakin nods. "I'll do the same." He rubs my knee and gives me a small smile. "Hey, thanks." I say sweetly. He looks confused.

"For thinking of me. And taking me here." Just like me Anakin barely has any money so it's a really big gesture to go out to eat, especially at a place this expensive.

He just shrugs it off. "Anytime."

I sit up and press my lips gently on Anakin's forehead. I'm about to pull away in embarrassment when Anakin frames my face in his hands. We hold our foreheads against each other's. I giggle as our noses touch. The trauma I had been thinking about all day fades away. It's just me and Anakin. Just us right here, right now, in this moment.

I close my eyes slowly but flinch away as I hear the waiter walk towards us. Anakin pulls away and forces a grin to him.

The waiter sets glasses of water down next to us. "Ready to order?"

We order our food and stare at each other awkwardly.

My lekku are turning a deeper, darker blue every second. I look at Anakin. There's something about him. I can't quite put my finger on what it was or what to call how I feel about him. It's just, nobody has ever looked at me the way he has. Nobody makes me feel as important and safe as he does.

(A/N: This part me and my sis are kinda proud of. I know fancy restaraunts don't even have this stuff, and I know it's kinda dumb, but it makes me happy.)

Anakin breaks the lingering silence with a small chuckle. I watch as he started staking creamer and sugar packets to make a very dorky, (also kinda cute), castle.

"I swear, I spend all my time with a seven year old kid." I mutter. Anakin doesn't seem offended with my half hearted insult. He just keeps on stacking. I watch him wearily. The restaraunt is pretty quiet, so I speak to Anakin in whispers, even though he's obviously way more interested in his tower. "Do you know if we have any battles coming up? Or if we have any training missions?" I ask.

Anakin shakes his head. "No training missions I have planned, but I think I heard

Obi-wan talking about conflict on Ryloth." I nod. A devilish impulse comes over me. An evil smile plays out on my face.

I reach out and knock over Anakin's sugar and creamer packet tower.

He frowns and his shoulders drop. "Kriff you, Snips." He crosses his arms over his chest, sulking.

I smile and flip him off. He sticks out his tongue like the seven year old kid he is, and flips me off right back. We both laugh and put our fingers down. "I hate you." He starts rebuilding his tower. We get some weird/disapproving looks from other people in the restaraunt, but we ignore it. It's not like we're being that loud.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin says.

"Yeah?"

He sighs. "If we do have a mission on Ryloth, you don't have to go." He pauses. "I don't want you to get stressed or scared again."

I beam. "Thanks for thinking of me."

"You're welcome."

"I don't know, maybe I won't go…." I trail off, staring at him. "Thanks." I repeat. Gratitude is overwhelming all my other thoughts and/or feelings. I just feel so grateful to have him.

"You're welcome, again. You're always there for me, so…"

The waiter comes back with our food, two pastas and waters. I look at other people, their tables stacked with plates and appetizers and uneaten food. I bet they've never had to eat government rations. I think.

We thank the guy. He starts to walk off, then does a double take at Anakin's re-built tower. Anakin blushes, knocks it over and returns the stuff into the metal bowl it came with, and we're alone again.

We eat in peaceful silence, enjoying the food as well as each other's company. The stuff is absolutely amazing, and very much different than food given to us at the Temple. Once we're done we do the best we can to clean up, Anakin pulls out a few credits for a tip, and pays at the front.

I take off his cloak at the door. "Here ya go." I say, handing it to him.

"You can keep it. I have another one." He responds. It's raining anyways, and I need it, but it probably won't fit over my monstrals. I put it on regardless, and we walk out.

In the hallway outside my quarters we say goodnight, and I flop on my bed, falling asleep, still wearing his drenched cloak.