Yup, I know. It's been forever. Blame it on my laptop, which is dead. *sobs* RIP laptop. I wrote my first fanfiction on that beautiful thing. So now I'm writing this on my phone and crossing my fingers that it'll turn out okay.

So...enjoy?

Green

To Ahsoka Tano, green was everywhere. She saw the green flash of her light sabers slash across the air. She saw green in the faint shine of Lux Bonteri's eyes. She saw green in the rolling hills of different planets. In the ocean-planets, with green seaweed and other plants floating around her like lazy tendrils. In the stains of grass on the younglings' trousers after running around. But that was the whole point of green.

It was just a color.

xXx

"This is a very, very, very bad idea. Have I mentioned how bad of an idea this was?" Ahsoka muttered to her master out of the corner of her mouth. Anakin shot her an annoyed look in return. "Senator Amidala's got this," he replied, though there was a definite edge in his voice as well. (Not that Anakin would ever admit it.)

Ahsoka watched Senator Amidala warily - the woman was standing in front of a circle of tall, haughty-looking Banking Clan members, and Ahsoka distinctly remembered Padmé mentioning something about investigating corruption in that certain group. Only Padmé wanted to do the investigating by first distracting the members with a certain, presentable speech.

And so, clad in a shining, green dress and wearing her best cool smile, the senator stood in front of the Banking Clan, speaking in a calm and level tone. Ahsoka - though she never liked politics - couldn't help but to feel a flash of awe at how the older woman seemed to carry herself. She had often heard murmurs about how the senator had gotten so successful at such a young age - and about what happened on Naboo, at the very beginning of the war, but Ahsoka hadn't always quite imagined being up-close to what Padmé actually did.

Ahsoka turned to look back at Anakin. Judging by his almost star-struck (she didn't really know how else to describe it...) expression, Ahsoka figured that she wasn't the only one admiring Senator Amidala's work.

"You claim to not have chosen a side in this war," Padmé was saying now. Still in that cool, no-nonsense voice, Ahsoka noted. "And yet," Padmé added, "I find you all rejecting any needs that the Republic has - but still, the Separatists always seem to be benefiting. Can there be any other explanations for such behaviors?"

"Senator Amidala, we can assure you - the Banking Clan is and always has been neutral in this war. The Republic are customers - the Separatists are customers - and the Seperatists simply use their money in a...ah, different manner." One of the Banking Clan leaders said.

Padmé's eyes narrowed - not so much to show blatant disrespect, but enough that Ahsoka could sense obvious annoyance.

"And isn't the Banking Clan also supposed to serve as an advisor? Keep track of when enough money has been used?"

"Not entirely -"

"Communications with the Banking Clan has always been vague and imprecise when it came to these matters -"

"We are here to protect the confidentiality of our other customers -"

"And the Republic is a customer, is it not?" Padmé asked sharply.

Ahsoka heard a sharp intake of breath from Anakin. "They're done," Anakin said with a small grin on his face. Ahsoka crossed her arms. "I thought you didn't like this sort of stuff," she pointed out quietly. "And I quote - 'it's boring, Snips. It's just a bunch of people arguing and not bothering to get anything done.'"

"Doesn't mean I can't..." Anakin's voice drifted off as Padmé turned around, giving an obvious quiet down gesture with her hand before turning back to continue her debate with the Banking Clan.

Ahsoka giggled softly into her hand. "I don't know, Master," she murmured. "But I think your attempts at trying to impress Senator Amidala aren't too successful..." When her master shot her a look, Ahsoka quickly looked back at Senator Amidala.

xXx

Ahsoka watched Padmé walking back, her dress creating the illusion of a bright light in the darkness of the room. "They're always hiding something," Padmé muttered darkly, though it was more to herself than to Anakin or Ahsoka. "One day - one day, all of those smug looks will be wiped off their faces..."

"I don't know, Senator," Ahsoka offered, "I think they were a bit shaken up after your meeting with them." And it was true - Ahsoka could practically feel the tension in the air as everyone left. Whatever Padmé had said had hit a nerve.

Padmé gave Ahsoka a grateful smile. "Thank you," she replied. "I just hope that it...makes some kind of effect."

"It will," Anakin said.

Padmé gathered her long dress gracefully with her hands. "Well," she said, with an almost teasing note in her voice, "I'll hold you for that, General Skyewalker." As Anakin and Ahsoka watched the senator leave, Ahsoka asked aloud, "How exactly does she do that? Go from intense senator in one moment to laughing, caring person in the next?"

"Gave up asking a long time ago," Anakin replied, still watching Padmé.

xXx

Ahsoka figured the thing that her master had not been able to figure out before.

Later, Ahsoka tried to think about how Padmé seemed to come off as a light, with her words and her attitude and her eyes.

Green, Ahsoka decided, was the color of confidence.

A/N - So, I apologize if there were any typos - it's hard to type on a phone. And I'm also so sorry it's short - *screams* I MISS MY LAPTOP! I WROTE THIS BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO BE KILLED BY ALL OF THIS.

*sobs to laptop* If you loved me, why'd you leave me?...All I want is - and all I need is - to find somebody (I'll find somebody) like you...

As always, reviews are great! Constructive criticism is okay, but flames are not!