A/N: Yes, it's late. It took me longer than I thought to get this chapter right. Thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed so far! It means the world to me.

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Obi-Wan kept a close eye on padawan and baby as he set up the tent. They had traveled by speeder all day to the point where they could no longer clearly sense any civilization. There were no caves, plants, or any daytime animals around, and he felt they were safe from any clone that may be looking for them. Ahsoka had been looking worse and worse all day. Despite her wounds healing, her trauma was still fresh, and she had not been able to have a proper recovery. His worry was that her exhaustion, the sand, and the heat would cause her fever to return. She was persevering, however; doing her best to help Obi-Wan keep track of their route, as well as take care of Luke. In fact, she hadn't put the infant down since his aunt relinquished hold of him. Obi-wan knew it was helping with her inner healing, so he didn't comment. Ever since she first saw the baby, it seemed like a little bit of light had come back to her eyes. He also knew it would be useless to pick an argument with the stubborn teenager over any matter at the moment. She was currently sitting against a large pack of supplies, feeding Luke a bottle.

When the tent was finished, Obi-Wan noticed the suns were beginning to set. He gathered some wood he had borrowed from the Lars' and began to prepare a fire. As he was finishing with the base logs, he instinctively began to reach out with the force to grab some more, before quickly catching himself. "In case you haven't thought of this already," Obi-Wan began, turning to Ahsoka. "No using the force. While it appears to be only clones here, we need to be careful just in case."

"Don't worry, I haven't quite had the strength to try using it yet. " she replied. "I haven't really wanted too, anyway," she added quietly.

Obi-Wan caught that last part but she changed the subject before he could bring it up. "What's for dinner?"

"I don't know," he responded, letting it go for now. "What don't you open up the bag Beru gave us and choose something?"

Ahsoka carefully laid Luke on her lap and pulled the supplies bag around to her. After a minute of looking through it, she pulled two containers out. "Arisha and flatbread?" she suggested.

"Sounds fine to me," Obi-Wan replied.

They prepared the food and ate in silence around the fire. As the sky grew dark, Obi-Wan moved the supplies inside, while Ahsoka prepared a makeshift crib for Luke. Obi-Wan couldn't help noticing as she discretely consumed more pain medication. As he dragged the last of the supplies into the tent, she approached him.

"I can take the first watch."

"I appreciate the offer, but I think I should." Obi-Wan replied.

"I'm not very tired." Ahsoka argued. "Besides, you need to rest too."

"I will, my dear, but you need it more." Obi-Wan responded, as he took his post. "I will wake you in a few hours."

Knowing the battle was lost, Ahsoka started toward the tent.

"Master?" she said, turning to him again.

"Yes?" Obi-Wan responded.

"I realized I haven't said this yet. Thank you for saving me."

Obi-Wan smiled at her. "You're welcome, Padawan."

She was in a courtyard. On both sides of her were two bird-like creatures. One was dark as night, while the other was filled with angelic light. 'Mortis,' she thought.

The Son and the Daughter began to fight brutally, floating through the air, intertwined, with claws and teeth gnashing at each other. Ahsoka tried to do something, but they were too high for her to reach. Suddenly, the Son overpowered the Daughter and they crashed to the ground; he on top of her. His claws rested right over her heart. Ahsoka ignited her lightsabers and raced over. The Son gave an evil grin and lifted his claw. Ahsoka sliced the dark bird in two. Once the Son was dead on the ground, Ahsoka kneeled next to the Daughter, who opened her eyes and grinned at her. Suddenly, Ahsoka sensed an overwhelmingly dark presence. The Daughter's eyes began to narrow, and Ahsoka instinctively ignited her lightsaber again, slicing through the daughter. She shook as the realization of what she had just done began to sink in. She heard a joyous laugh behind her.

She turned and Anakin smiled at her.

"Well done, my apprentice."

Ahsoka woke up with a gasp as Obi-Wan entered the tent. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"No," she whispered, shaking uncontrollably. Obi-Wan sat down beside her. "What was it about?" he asked, concerned.

"Me," she said, voice cracking. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I was on Mortis, and I killed the Son and Daughter to Anakin's delight. "

Obi-Wan tried his best to hide his shock.

"Well…" he began. "It's normal for all that's happened lately to affect our dreams. I wouldn't let it get to you."
"It was more than a dream," Ahsoka argued. "It was like some twisted premonition…like the first one."

"The first one?" Obi-Wan asked, confused. "You mean you've had this kind of nightmare before?"

"Yes, but it was strange in a different way. The first one ended with Anakin wanting me to join him. In the second one, it was almost as if I already had."
"You said earlier that you did not want to use the force. Is this why?" Obi-Wan inquired. Ahsoka sighed, and there was a moment of silence.

"What if I end up like him?" Ahsoka finally responded quietly. "I was his padawan. We were matched together by the Force. I took all of his lessons to heart. What if there is darkness in me too?"

"Ahsoka," Obi-Wan replied. "I think your worry about this shows that it will not happen."

"Not necessarily," Ahsoka argued. "Anakin worried about it too. If we were meant to be master and apprentice, then maybe I was meant to follow him."

"Anakin had attachment problems." Obi-Wan argued.

"So do I," Ahsoka admitted.

"Ahsoka you may have been Anakin's apprentice, but I was his master. It was his actions and attachments that caused his downfall, nothing more." Obi-Wan assured.

"He was the Chosen One… at least that's what you said. How can the Chosen One turn to the dark side?" she pressed.

"People thought of him as the Chosen One Ahsoka, that doesn't mean he was. Jedi sometimes turn to the dark side. Like I said, attachments…"

"Satine." Ahsoka interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Obi-Wan questioned, shocked at the mention of the former duchess.

"You have attachment issues too. You loved her. Everyone knew it, and you saved me." She replied.

"You were in danger!" he argued.

"You had orders to stay, and you came for me. We both have attachment issues, just like him!" Ahsoka proclaimed.

"Ahsoka, you don't know what you're talking about!," Obi-Wan fought. "You are not going to turn to the dark side. You can make your own choices. Everyone has choices. Yes, we are influenced by our Masters. They teach us about the force, and guide us. In the end, however, it is how we use that guidance that defines us."

"Well, you influenced Anakin!" Ahsoka blurted.

Obi-Wan's face fell, and there was a heavy silence in the tent.

"Master…" she began softly, regretting her words.

"I'm going to go for a walk," Obi-Wan said shakily. "I trust you can keep watch for a little while."

"Of course, but Master I…" she began.

"Don't worry, Padawan, I'll be back." He said calmly, exiting the tent and wandering out into the desert.

An hour later, Ahsoka had just finished feeding Luke when a huge gust of wind slammed the outside of the tent. She laid the baby down and opened the flap. She had to shield her eyes from the swirling sand.

A/N: I should be more on schedule now that school craziness is over. Please Review!

Have a wonderful week!

-Bluejay