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Anakin stood in the war room, rubbing the back of his neck. He was tired, but wanted still wanted to be doing something effective. This was the worst part of missions in his mind. The traveling. There was nothing for them to do but wait. And all the while, the Separatists could be setting their plan into motion. Anakin sighed. At least they were on their way somewhere to do what they could. That helped. A little.

Anakin heard the doors behind him slide open. He turned around to see who was coming in, though he didn't have to. He could sense her presence in the force.

Ahsoka walked through the doors, but stood in the doorway while she looked around the room. When she saw him, she completely entered the room and slowly made her way over.

Anakin knew that face. She was just as impatient to be doing something as he was. "Hello master."

"Hey Snips."

There was a pause. Ahsoka crossed her arms and looked around the room while tapping her foot.

Anakin chuckled. "Ahsoka, just spit it out before you implode on yourself."

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed for a moment. "Oh no, I wouldn't implode."

She stopped, but from her tone of voice, Anakin knew she wasn't finished. "If I was going out, I'd at least take you with me."

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Oh, I have no doubt."

Ahsoka let out a breath and flopped back into a chair, sitting her elbow on the arm and resting her head on her fist. She looked tired.

"Maybe you should go get some sleep," Anakin suggested. "You look like you could use some.

Ahsoka sat up straighter in the chair. "I'm not that tired," she stated, true to her character, though her eyes contradicted her words. "I'm just… bored, I guess. I just feel like we should be doing something."

"I know what you mean. The Separatists could be utilizing their new weapon right now and we're sitting on our ship."

"Well, yeah. But it's not just that, Master."

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah. I mean Atristian and Brianna too."

"Ah. You feel like we're wasting time Atristian may not have."

Ahsoka sighed, looking down. He could tell she didn't like how he phrased it, making it so obvious that Atristian very well may not survive this. Ahsoka tended to make friends fast and easily. He knew that. She'd already come to care about Brianna and Atristian, even though she hadn't known them very long. They seemed to care for her too.

Anakin walked forward and knelt down in front of her so that he was at her eye level. "Ahsoka, I know you're worried about her, but you need to make sure that that concern is compassion, not attachment."

"I know," she responded.

Anakin could sense she didn't really what to talk about it and, as he didn't like talking about attachments either, he was more than happy to oblige. He stood back up and stepped back to lean against the holo projector table in the middle of the room. They stared at each other for a few minutes.

Ahsoka rested her head back on her fist. A few moments later, she started tapping her foot again. Anakin held back a laugh, but couldn't help a small smirk. The silence was getting to her, just as it always did.

"How long till we get to Coruscant?" she asked finally, breaking the quiet.

Anakin shrugged. "About 6, 7 hours at most."

Ahsoka sighed, irritated.

The corners of Anakin's lips curved upwards slightly. Then he snickered suddenly.

Ahsoka looked at him suspiciously. "What?"

He put on an innocent face. "What what?"

Ahsoka looked confused. "What?"

He couldn't help laughing at their exchange. "Nothing, but we killed about 10 seconds there. Now we only have about 6 hours, 59 minutes, and 50 seconds to go."

Ahsoka glared at Anakin through her eyebrows, then blinked, got up and started for the door. "You are utterly useless and I am going to bed."

Anakin laughed again. "Night Snips," he said sweetly.

She walked through the door. "Don't talk to me," he heard her say from out in the hallway.

He smiled. There was very little Anakin enjoyed more than poking fun at his Padawan. And the more irritated she got by it, the more entertaining it became.

Ahsoka's POV

Stupid, annoying, immature, irritating, nerf herder.

Ahsoka was walking down the hallway towards her room. Anakin had been in a weird mood. Probably lack of sleep, she thought with a chuckle. Combined with restlessness. But she didn't have the patience to deal with him right now, regardless. If she stayed, she might have smacked him.

And she doubted that would go over well.

When Ahsoka reached her room, the doors slide open quietly. She walked into the room and sat down on the bed. She leaned over and took off her boots. Then, flipping off the light switch with the force, she lay back on her bed and pulled the sheet up over her shoulders. It was almost always cold on the ship, especially in the cabins. But Ahsoka liked it to be cold while she slept. At least, it was better than being hot.

Ahsoka rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, starting to relax. She realized just how tired she was. In fact, she was beginning to get a headache, which must have been from lack of sleep.

While Ahsoka waited for sleep to come, she thought about the Sheii sisters. It was clear that they were very close. She was worried about Atristian, for obvious reasons. But she was worried about Brianna too. What would happen to her if her sister didn't make it.

Ahsoka's headache got worse, as if fueled by her concern. But Ahsoka ignored it, sure that sleep would come soon to relieve her.

In some ways, Ahsoka was more worried about Brianna than Atristian. Yes, Atristian could die. That was awful and Ahsoka would do everything she could to make sure that didn't happen. But Ahsoka didn't view death as the worst possible fate. There is no death. Only the Force. Ahsoka remembered the line from the Jedi code. True, Atristian wasn't a Jedi. But Ahsoka believed that there had to be something for someone without force sensitivity too.

Ahsoka's head throbbed with pain. It felt as though it might crush from the pressure that squeezed her head tightly. She rolled onto her back, trying to find a more comfortable position, which eased the pain for a moment. Again, she tried to think about something else. If she could just get to sleep, she knew she'd feel better in the morning.

Anyway, Ahsoka was worried about Brianna because she could lose the one person she loved the most. Now, Ahsoka admitted that she didn't know much about having a sister. She couldn't remember her family very well, being only three when she was taken to the Temple. But she knew what it was like to have someone you cared about. Master Plo had been like a father to her ever since he'd first found her. Anakin also fit into that category, though occasionally, he could also become like an annoying older brother. She'd even become fond of Rex. However, because Jedi weren't allowed attachments, Ahsoka knew it wasn't the same. But even that being true, she understood it a little. And Brianna would have to live the rest of her life without her sister. She'd be crushed. Plus, from what Ahsoka saw when she talked with them earlier, Atristian was handling her being poisoned much better than her sister. She seemed stronger emotionally. So Ahsoka was concerned for them both, but her anxiety was not evenly distributed.

"Ah!" Ahsoka cried quietly. Her head felt like it was about to explode. She sat up in bed, a hand to her forehead. Unfortunately, she must have sat up too fast because she suddenly felt nauseous. She turned and leaned against the wall, breathing slowly. The refresher was fairly far away and she knew she's never make it there. And she didn't want to have to clean up vomit off her floor. Or worse, have her master come in and have to clean it up. She definitely didn't want to have that conversation. She kept breathing deeply until the queasiness passed. But the headache remained. In fact, it got worse as she tried to relax.

More gradually this time, Ahsoka sat back up and pulled the blankets off. She slowly scooted to the edge of the bed and, even more slowly, got to her feet. She put her hand back to her forehead. The pain was lessening as she moved. Maybe if she walked around for a little bit, it would go away all together.

Ahsoka walked to her door and slid it open. She snapped her eyes closed against the light that flooded into her face, burning her eyes for a moment and making her head pound harder. After her eyes had adjusted, she opened them again. Then she stepped into the hall.

She was glad that there was no one there. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. She decided go to the mess hall and get a drink. Then she'd come back. If her headache wasn't better, she would just have to deal with it.

Ahsoka made her way to the lift, trailing her hand against the wall, looking at the floor. When she got there, she slapped the button to open the doors and walked in.

A few minutes later, she walked into the mess hall. Again, she was glad to see very few people there. Only a few men scattered at different tables- a few eating, a few just talking with some others.

Ahsoka went over to the drink counter, picked up a glass, and quickly filled it with water. Her head didn't hurt as bad anymore. In fact, the headache was pretty much gone. She took a sip of water and started back to her room.

When she walked through her doors again, she noticed her boots sitting beside her bed. Oh my gosh…I've officially become my master. I need sleep.

She set her cup down beside her bed and lay down again. This time, she tried to thinking about nothing but sleep. She had just started to doze off when she felt her headache coming back. Force! She thought. Not again. What in the galaxy is going on?

Lol, ok well actually. I'm really not all that tired. Like I said, I do my best work at night. Don't forget to review. Love hearin' y'alls thoughts! :-) By the way, I'm going away over the weekend and I'm not gonna be able to write at all so cut me a little slack and don't hate me too much if the next chapter takes more than a few days to get up. Til next chapter! :-)