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Plot – Anakin Skywalker watches Ahsoka Tano sleeping on a particularly bad day. [Not an Anisoka]

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It had been another long, tiring day for Anakin Skywalker. His cloak was drenched with rain, his entire body was stiff and tired from three days' worth of non-stop training, and he was tired from being unable to sleep for nearly a week. During that week, Ahsoka and he were forced to go through a series of missions that seemed to last for years.

The minute they came home, Anakin ordered his worn-out apprentice to get some rest after the ordeal they had both went through. Ahsoka, for once, did not argue. She had simply collapsed into her bed and that was that.

On the other hand, Anakin had to finish up training and discussing the next plans for battle with the 501st. He hadn't thought it would take so long, but now, as Anakin reached his shared quarters, he was regretting ever deciding to meet with his men. Not that he didn't care for them, of course - no, he was very proud of them.

But for now, Anakin wanted nothing more than to have someone else do all the work. He sighed heavily and kicked off his boots. He cast a sidelong glance at Ahsoka, who was curled up underneath the covers, looking comfortable and safe and...young.

Anakin was surprised to find a lump rising in his throat, but didn't bother swallowing around it, like he always does. He took a few steps towards Ahsoka and knelt down at her bedside.

It had never struck Anakin how young Ahsoka really was until she slept. A gentle, natural smile graced Ahsoka's lips and all traces of stress and war damage disappeared. In sleep, Ahsoka wasn't a commander or a hero or even Anakin's apprentice.

Right now, at this moment, Ahsoka was just a young teenager, forced to fight a war that wasn't even hers. Most girls Ahsoka's age would be worrying about looking pretty for a certain boy or struggling to keep their academic grades satisfactory.

Ahsoka was worrying about keeping her friends alive and struggling with politics and peace.

"Still a kid." Anakin murmured to himself and sighed, dropping his head gently on the mattress. "Oh, Ahsoka...you're still a kid..."

A/N -I suppose this can be sort of a companion piece to the first drabble (Nightmares)...I don't know why, but I have something of an obsession with canon characters looking after their friends in the night or watching them sleep and having little, cute private thoughts to themselves. Am I the only one with that strange, fluffy obsession? XP

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