A/N: I am so sorry for the massive wait. And what's worse is I have absolutely no excuse. I'm sorry. This is one of my prompt-less pieces that I wrote a while back. I was searching through my stories frantically, trying to find something to update with, and I found this. Probably not as good as some of the others (or at least I don't think so), but here you go.


Ahsoka was cooped up inside a small, low-roofed, dimly lit hut; which wasn't so bad in itself, but the fact that she was stuck inside the previously mentioned hut with several small wailing children was her main grievance. And it was all Anakin's fault.

Don't worry, Snips, it'll be easy, he'd said.

Ha. Easy, her shebs. But, she'd gone along with it anyway, which was, in hindsight, really stupid. Force, she normally liked children, but this gaggle of kids were really getting on her nerves. And no matter what she tried, they refused to be quiet. She'd tried being nasty, ("Quiet down now!" "No!") she'd tried being nice, ("Please?" "No!") and she was just about sick of them all. For the love of the Force, there were droids outside, and if they didn't shut up, the droids would come in here and she'd have to kill them. And although slicing clankers wouldn't be too much trouble, and it'd give her a break from the stuffy hut, Ahsoka couldn't risk the children. So she squatted amongst the tear-stained little faces, dodged a stray blaster bolt, and tried her best to keep them calm and quiet.

When the sounds of battle finally died down, to be replaced with cheers, Ahsoka was exhausted. And she hadn't even killed a single clanker. She staggered out of the flimsy hut, closely followed by the younglings, who poured out after her. She directed her gaze towards Anakin, who grinned smugly at her. Ahsoka gritted her teeth and scowled. As her Master turned away laughing, a brilliant idea occurred to her.

She waved the children over, bent down, and said in a conspiratorial whisper: "Hey, do you see that man over there with the scruffy hair?"

The children nodded, enraptured. "Well," Ahsoka said in the same voice, "he has lollies and candy hidden in his clothes."

Their eyes lit up, and Ahsoka had to hide a slightly evil grin.

"If you want the sweets, you have to jump on him and yell really loudly, okay?"

The younglings nodded again.

"When I say 'go', run up and surprise him. Go!" The younglings raced to Anakin, who quickly disappeared under a writhing sea of shouting small bodies. When his head next popped up, he looked at Ahsoka, who waved and grinned smugly. He clenched his teeth and scowled, before his head went under again. Ahsoka walked away with a small, very satisfied smile on her face. She'd managed to deal with the children, and get revenge at the same time. Maybe revenge was not the Jedi Way, but it sure was funny.


A/N: So, you know the drill. And on that note, I have no prompts left. So send some in! On another note, I appreciate every review that comes my way!