~Intrepid's POV~

"How do you feel, padawan?" Nava asked worriedly from her doorway. Or, Ahsoka's doorway. But Ahsoka wasn't here, she was gone.

Intrepid glanced up, how did she feel? How was she supposed to feel? Because in truth, she was lost. She felt lost.

"I'm fine," no need in telling her master that. She did not need to add Intrepid's worries to her own long list. Nava knew anyway. She crossed her arms.

"I'm worried about her too, Intrepid, but you know Ahsoka can handle herself," she said. Intrepid nodded, she knew that. It still did not help her, but she knew that.

"Right. Your right," she had to be right, because Intrepid could not lose Ahsoka, she could not lose her best friend and her sister. "Do we have any idea where she's been taken?" she asked, turning her back to the room that she

shared with her best friend.

Nava sighed tiredly and shook her head, sending the braid she had tied her long black hair into wobbling slightly.

"No, we've got spies out looking for her. Lux Bonteri" she raised her eyebrows at Intrepid, who had to snicker. "Is leading the spy search for her. Along with Padme, of course. I'm starting to suspect that they took her to Courascant," Intrepid laughed, Courascant?

No, they wouldn't take her to the Empire Capital. She was being held in some base on a random, secluded planet somewhere. Wasn't she? Intrepid studied her master's face. It was serious. "Why?" She asked.

Nava shrugged. "A feeling," she said simply. Intrepid sighed and pulled at one of her head tails anxiously. "We can lift things with our minds, filter through people's thoughts and sense danger three miles away, and yet we can't even define our own feelings?" She sighed. Nava chuckled in response.

"With great power comes great consequences," she agreed and lectured both. "Yes. What about Anakin?" Intrepid asked.

She had not seen Anakin in the three days Ahsoka had been missing, probably because of the fact that Ahsoka was missing. Anakin was not taking her capture well.

Her master let out an amused laugh. "Oh, him? He should still be out-cold, I hope so anyway, he will not make this easier. Well, then again, the whole house is in disarray. You know what you could do?" She asked, trying obviously to change the subject. Intrepid went along with it anyway, let her distract Intrepid from her worries; it was what her master did best.

Nava walked in and went over to Intrepid's desk, set on the left side of the room. She grabbed a pencil from the meticulously cleaned desk (opposed to Ahsoka's perfectly sloppy one) and grabbed her notepad.

"I used to do it all the time when my master went missing," Intrepid was all ears at once. Her master so rarely spoke of her own. "I used to write down what I did in her absence, or how I felt. You should explain to Ahsoka what's going on," she said. Intrepid cocked her head.

"Sort of like a letter?" she asked. Nava laughed again, she seemed to do it so fluently and easily. Intrepid had often wondered at that, where she got her happiness and laughter from in a cruel universe.

"Yes, my apprentice, sort of like a letter," she agreed. Intrepid cocked an eyebrow. "What would I write about? I'm pretty sure she already knows we're looking for her," she pointed out.

"True. Details, though, Intrepid. Tell her that Anakin is still unconscious and will probably be out of his right mind when he wakes up. Padme looks out of the windows every night at the ships like an anxious mother, hoping that maybe she is on one of them. You continuously stare at her stuff, trying to act brave," she crossed her arms, pretending to sulk.

Nava smiled without looking at her.

"I'm trying to keep order, being the strong figure I am," she declared. Intrepid snorted, her master wasn't far off from Padme's panicking procedures. "Obi-wan is… Obi-wan," she said with a small shrug.

Intrepid smiled and nodded. She knew that there was more to it than that in her master's mind, but some things were not to be said out-loud. Obi-wan was in that category of things for Nava.

"And Luke and Leia are drooling, lifting things with the force and drooling some more; did you get all of that, padawan?" She asked. Intrepid couldn't help but laugh.

"I memorized each explanation, master," she assured her. "Good," Nava grinned and stood. "Get to work, then" she said. "I suppose I have nothing better to do but worry," Intrepid said, taking back her seat. "And worrying is not the Jedi Way!" Nava agreed in a call over her shoulder.

She bounded off to go improve some other lucky person's entire day, or possibly week or more than likely life. Intrepid truly was grateful to be her apprentice.

With a sigh, she raised the pencil. How was she supposed to start? She looked around at their room, split in half by the window.

On the left was Intrepid's bed and dressers and desk, along with the few interesting souvenirs she had gathered on the thousands of different missions she had been on.

Twigs and leaves, scientific artifacts and historical monuments she had found or were given also decorated her side, which was cleanly cut and familiar.

Ahsoka's was…. Well, her things were buried under a cluttered mess of droid pieces and parts, vivid fabrics and different candies and knickknacks from unusual planets.

She also had maps and military plans pasted on her walls, all perfectly in line and order. That was the only piece of order she had. How did you address a person who had such an area? Simple, in Intrepid's sight.

Ahsoka, she wrote. Since you've gone and gotten captured again, I guess I'll tell you what we've all been up to while you were having some wonderfully dangerous adventure without us…

~Anakin's POV~

"Anakin, Ani, wait!" Padme called after him. Anakin did not stop as he stormed down the stairs, the dozens of people on the stairs clearing the way for him hurriedly; they all had known him long enough to know when he was in a panic and that that was the time to clear out.

"Anakin!" Padme called again, following him frantically. Anakin let out a huff. "What?" He called over his shoulder. "Where are you going?" Padme asked.

Anakin sighed, where did she think he was going? Where else would he be going? Why was not anyone else anywhere near where he was going?

Before he could answer, though, his worst nightmare appeared at the bottom of the stairs, eyebrow cocked. He pushed past him. Obi-wan did not grab him, did not look overly concerned either, and Anakin could imagine why.

After all, Obi-wan had spent half of his life with Anakin, and he knew as well as Padme that running after Anakin and shouting at him was not going to do much.

"Where are you going?" Obi-wan asked, as if he truly did not know. "You know where," Anakin knew he did. "We don't even know where she is, Anakin," yes, he most certainly did.

Anakin turned around, his fury building within him. "That's why I'm going to look for her," he growled. Padme stopped at the bottom of the stairs, glaring at the crowd starting to form. They all scattered away. Obi-wan stood there, perfectly calm as he sighed.

"And just how do you suppose to do that? Do you mean to fly all over the galaxy; meanwhile setting every Sith off that you're blatantly looking for her, thus making sure whatever is happening to her worsens?" He wondered. Anakin clenched his teeth. He was pretty sure whatever she was going through could not be worsened.

"What do you suggest I do, then?" He snapped. "What the rest of us are doing: wait," Obi-wan said. He cannot be serious, Anakin thought.

He wants me to do what, now? "Wait?" He ground out between clenched teeth, his fists clenched and his could almost feel his eyes starting to burn with rage.

"You want me to wait while my padawan is out there somewhere, probably being tortured to death? Probably screaming and crying out for me? You want me to just wait here while she could be dying?" He nearly screamed.

Obi-wan blinked, "yes." Anakin was so close to hitting him. He was so kriffing close. His mother's face flashed before his eyes.

"Ani? Ani? Is it you?" No, he would not leave her, not Ahsoka, not his Snips. He needed her; that was his daughter, one of his best friends.

He needed her to make him laugh when the battle days got horrible, he needed her to love him despite the Jedi Code. He needed her. The pain if he lost her would be double the pain of his mother.

"Anakin," Obi-wan's voice was soft, yet firm. "I understand what you're going through, you know I do, but charging into the nearest Sith station and demanding to know where she is will not help Ahsoka," he told him. "And sitting here doing nothing will?" Anakin demanded. "We're all worried, Ani," Padme pointed out sternly.

"But Obi-wan is right, at the moment there is absolutely nothing we can do. Lux already has his spies out there, searching every corner of the universe for her. When we get a lead, and a plan, we will be on the first ship out of here, blasters ready. Until then, we have to be patient," she said.

Anakin glared at them for a moment, before letting out a deep breath. The hot rage that had been building in his chest simmered down. "I can't let her die," he said softly. "We're not asking you too," Obi-wan replied. "We're asking you to be patient," he corrected.

Anakin groaned. He hated to being patient. He hated it so much. He hated it all the more because he was waiting to get information about someone he dearly cared about. But what other choice did he have?

Obi-wan and Padme were right; he could not just go flying around looking for her. It would alert the Sith that he was looking or her, and they might just kill her to spite him. No, Sidious would kill her to spite him.

For now, he had to be patient to keep her safe. Anakin sighed; his heart sank into his chest like an avalanche. He felt a burning agony start in his chest, what was being done to his Snips? To Ahsoka? Would he ever see her again?

"Come on, Ani," Padme said, grabbing his arm. "Your still injured, come lay down," he let her drag him away, his heart still at war with itself.