I know I heel saying longer chapters, but checks he bottom and see why they are still semishort.
Anakin was eating quietly when he heard them approach. Plo and Obi-wan, stood behind him. He turned to face them, the fork still sticking out of his mouth, because the force-feelings he was getting off them weren't pleasant.
"Anakin," Obi-wan said.
Anakin very slowly pulled the fork out of his mouth, looking from one to the other as he chewed, "Yes?"
"Oh Anakin," Obi-wan repeated, exasperated. "Don't you ever think?"
"I swear, what ever it is I didn't do it." Anakin said. "Unless it was an accident." He added as an afterthought.
"I believe that your inability to tell the difference between accident and purpose are what got us into this problem in the first place." Anakin said nothing, unable to process where this was going, just listened to his former master numbly.
"You yelled at Ahsoka," Plo rumbled in his abnormally deep voice.
Anakin was immediately defensive, "She almost killed me!" The two sat down on either side of him and he began to panic, "I think I have every right to scold an attempted murderer!"
"But you also have to listen," Obi-wan said, Anakin was again reminded of how thankful he was for Obi-wan's infamous patience.
"That's your job!"
"That is the job of every teacher," Plo reminded him.
"Then I guess it's a good thing I'm not-" Anakin stopped, his brain caught up with his words, "Oh, I guess I am a teacher, sort of. But I still fail to see what this has to do with anything. For force sake the girl tried to kill me."
"Anakin," Obi-wan said softly,"Did she tell you she did it on purpose?"
"Yes," Anakin snapped, and they both looked shocked, "I said, and I'm quoting the best I can, was it an accident, and she told me no."
"It was not an accident," Plo began to speak before Obi-wan could, "But you never let her finish her story."
Anakin was incredulous, "She tried to kill me, she got in trouble, end of story!" For good measure he added, "Whatever she was trying to tell me was very obviously a well rehearsed lie."
This time Obi-wan beat Plo, "Just because something is well rehearsed doesn't make it a lie! You've seen holonet reporters! They rehearse what they say!" Anakin and Plo both staired at him, "Yes I know, not the best analogy, but you get the point, even they get it right sometimes!"
"Alright, whatever." Anakin was hungry and tired of listening to these two, "Stop beating around the bush and just tell me why you're mad?"
"For one we are not mad," Obiwan snapped.
"Anger is a path to the dark side." Plo reminded them.
Anakin was short tempered, but it was Plo and Obi-wan's fault. "I didn't say which type of mad I was referring to did I?"
Neither master justified Anakin's remark with a retort, so Plo continued, "Ahsoka did not rig the project to blow up." Anakin staired, suddenly dreading the rest of the man's sentence. "She had neither the knowledge or drive to try to hurt you. She is certainly no mechanical wiz."
Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, if Ahsoka wasn't guilty, then he had hurt the feelings of an innocent, and probably confused child. "Then who?"
"That we don't know," Obi-wan said. "All we know is that Ahsoka didn't do it. She couldn't have, and wouldn't have."
"I have to talk to her," Anakin stood, his meal forgotten, the guilt eating at his stomach was stronger than any hunger could possibly be.
"That," Plo said mournfully, "Is not possible."
"Look I know she probably mad at me," Anakin said, ignoring Obi-wan's gesture to sit, "But if you talk to her, tell her I didn't understand-"
"Anakin," Obi-wan inturpted, "You're getting ahead of yourself. It is not by our doing that you can't see her."
"Ahsoka was admitted to the halls of healing eairlier," Plo said sadly, "With injuries sustained from an unknown source."
Anakin was at a loss for words.
"That's how I heard about it Anakin," Obi-wan said, "I was near the Halls of Healing and saw Plo go past with her. I knew you had problems out of a Togruta under his care, so I wondered if it was her."
"What happened?" Anakin sunk back into the chair he had stood from so hastily, "What are her injuries?"
"She was unconscious when I discovered her," Plo replied, "We believe she was shoved down the flight I stairs I found her at the bottom of."
Anakin closed his eyes to try and comprehend what he was hearing, "Will she be alright?" His voice was choaked, and he tried to convince himself he wasn't crying.
"There was substantial damage to her headtails," Obi-wan didn't have to elaborate. Anakin was no exper on Togruta, but even he knew that was bad.
"Will she live?" He asked, neither man answered, they just looked at him sadly.
honestly i don't know where this came from, Anakin and Ahsoka where originally going to calmly discuss their problems with each other, then everything would be better and the story would continue.
But then I realized that doesn't fit the characters, so in avoiding that route I came up with this. And because I have no idea where it is going then I figured I would post this in case amother inspiration doesn't hit me for a while.
That is why this chapter is not as long as I would like. I figure random Burt's of short chapters is better than waiting for weeks for longer ones (I've been there I know how that feels) so give me your opinion in a review. On the story, the chapter length, the weather. What ever flots your boat.
did I mention I hate spell check some times? Sideous becomes serious or side outs, and Headtails become headsails. Honestly what is that!? (I just googled it, now it makes more since.) But still off topic! Ahsoka doesn't have a ship growing out of her head!
anyway, thanks for reading