Rila: So LongLiveTheClones mentioned that they had wondered if Rex had actually shot above or behind Ahsoka, and seeing as I didn't actually clarify that Rex had shot her, I decided to do this because it's difficult to think of him as obeying Order 66, much less when taking his relationship with Ahsoka into account. Sachariah helped with that too. ^^
Word Count: 391
Disclaimer: Mrr. Does anyone know where I can buy the TCW novels? Also, I just realized this is the space where I put random stuff instead of an actual disclaimer. Oh well.
Chapter Description: And as always, she doesn't hesitate to follow him.
The blaster bolt missed her completely. Not quite enough for comfort, as she could still feel the heat from where it had skimmed between her montrals. Wide-eyed, she stared at Rex. There was still smoke curling from the barrel of his DC-17, solidifying what she had momentarily thought to be a hallucination - he had shot at her.
Not to kill, however, as she knew full well that he could dispatch her easily if he wanted to - but he hadn't. He had missed on purpose. A tension in her muscles relaxed - she wouldn't face death at the hands of someone whom she cared for and trusted.
But that relief didn't erase the overwhelming loss that echoed through the Force, the hard, cold truth that Master Luminara, Master Plo Koon, Barriss and so many others were gone. Dead. Not coming back. And her Master - when she tried to reach for him, all she found was wave of nauseating hatred, sorrow and rage.
Though he was not dead, she knew that she had lost him as well. It was almost enough to make her sick.
"Ahsoka." A hand was offered to her, and her gaze met his as she slid her hand into his. Emotions swirled - confusion, worry, fear -, a match for her own mess of emotions at the moment as he hauled her to her feet. "We have to go."
It was not a question, no room for argument. She nodded sharply, swallowing and fighting back the tears. She needed to be strong - strong for her fallen comrades, strong for whatever faced Rex and herself.
Rex hadn't released her hand, and she tightened her grip.
"Let's go."