Ahsoka Skywalker's POV
Days have gone by and I've been having… dreams. Not many of my dreams were about happiness and full with love… mine were nightmares. Nightmares that were about death and the corrupt future of the Jedi and the Galactic Republic.
Anakin always tells me when he hears my screams during breakfast when it's just us while our daughter is still asleep. He tries to make me open up to him; however he doesn't want to annoy me.
My dreams aren't always about the future… they were also about the past. The past events like Anakin being taken away from me, the Separatists tainting his mind to make him believe that I was at fault for everything that has occurred in his life… and I hate the Separatists with a passion after what they did to Anakin.
"Soka…" Anakin whispered, propping himself up with his elbows. "What's wrong, Love?"
Tears left my eyes, rolling down my orange cheeks. I wiped them away quickly but he noticed. Anakin wrapped his arms around me, whispering my name, soothing me.
"Love, tell me what you saw." Anakin said, eyeing me.
I shook my head as if I were trying to shake out the nightmare. My head jerked up so I could see his loving eyes, his pleading glare. "Nightmare…" was all I could say.
"Another nightmare?" He asked his face solemn. "Soka… please, tell me." His voice was being overtaken by pain.
He didn't like seeing me in pain and neither did I. These past few days he hasn't been getting enough sleep. He already knew I had a nightmare… he wants to know what this nightmare was about.
"The past…" I choked out, clutching him closer to me. "About you, Ani… It was so…" I began to sob.
With his arms still around me, he rocked us back and forth, humming a song quietly to me. "Shh, sweetheart… Nothing's going to separate us again."
I pulled back, searching into his eyes to see if he was speaking the truth. "Promise me?" I breathed, the air stinging my swollen eyes.
Anakin smiled slightly, "I promise, Love." He brushed my cheek softly before he kissed my forehead.
Several hours later, it was morning. However, it was not the sun that woke us up, it was our six-year old daughter. Shmi bounced up and down on our bed, giggling while Anakin groaned in exhaustion but laughed soon after.
My daughter looked so beautiful just like her father. She had Anakin's hair color, her skin was pale-orange, her eyes were enormous and she had the same exact head shape as mine.
"Daddy," Shmi announced, pushing herself off the bed. "Aunt Satine said that breakfast is ready."
Anakin stretched and sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Okay, sweetheart… Tell her we'll be there in a few minutes."
Shmi nodded and sprinted out the door before Anakin buried his head in his hands, his back tensed.
"Ani?" I questioned, crawling across the bed to him. "Honey, are you alright?"
He turned his head slightly to look at me from the corner of his eye. "Yeah, Love… Don't worry."
"Anaki-." I began
Anakin turned around and pushed me gently until I was on my back. He pinned me down; his face just inches form mine. "Don't 'Anakin' me, Ahsoka. I'm fine really."
I shook my head. "No, you're not. These past few days you've been… you seemed stressed out." As I talked, he looked away from me.
"Ahsoka…" He groaned, pushing himself off me to stand on his feet. Anakin gazed outside the window with his hands behind his back for a brief second until he turned his head to stare at me. "The dreams… the nightmares you've been having are frightening me."
Tears began to be produced in my eyes. "Ani…" My voice suddenly was interrupted by the air hitching in my throat. The pain I was putting him through was killing me.
He held up one hand to stop me. "It's not your fault, my love. It was mine since the beginning."
I shook my head, wordlessly. How can he blame himself after what I've done? That was unfair. I felt sick.
Anakin began to change into his Jedi outfit, so I did the same.
"It's my entire fault, Ahsoka-." He whispered minutes later, gazing at me in sadness.
"Anakin, it is not your fault." I told him, angrily.
With an item in his hand, he flung it across the room. I flinched but desperately hid the fear. "Damn it, Ahsoka! Just accept that!" He growled, frowning. "It's my fault that the Separatist 'killed' you! My stupidity of leaving you affected our lives and Shmi's!"
"You don't get it… do you?" I breathed, sniffing as I wiped the tears away. "The Separatists… they want me. Only me. They want to kill me…"
"But why? Why would they want you, though? I thought they-."
"They knew I wasn't dead…" I told him. "Even the Jedi knew I survived."
He grumbled under his breath, cursing. I walked to him as quickly as I could and wrapped my arms around him. He relaxed soon after and embraced me back more tightly. I rested my head against his chest while he leaned his head against my montrals.
"I'm sorry, Love." He whispered to me.
"Don't worry, Ani…" I assured him. "Things will get better. I promise you."
Suddenly, we heard a familiar voice. "Aren't you two coming?" Satine smiled warmly.
Anakin and I flinched, however we remained with our arms locked on to each other. My husband grinned and nodded. "We were just about to leave. Thanks anyways, Satine."
She laughed quietly, winking before leaving.
Once we got there, everyone was already eating their breakfast. Shmi was talking to Obi-Wan and Satine.
"Good morning," I greeted, smiling. "Obi-Wan, Satine."
Satine (like always) smiled, however, her husband had a deep frown on his face. I felt Anakin tense up again. I gazed up and his face also had a frown. Anger… he closed his eyes for a brief moment before they reopened to look at me.
"Soka, Obi-Wan and I have to go meet Master Fisto and Master Plo back on Coruscant."
I frowned too, crossing my arms above my chest. "For what?" I asked. Hadn't we've been separated long enough? Six years to be exact… "Anakin, right now the Republic want us dead…" My voice cracked as I spoke the truth. The government wanted us dead for they think the Jedi wanted to overthrow the Republic… the Empire. "They want us executed, Ani!" I began to tremble. "What if they catch you…? I don't want to lose you… I-I just can't live without you!"
Satine escorted Shmi and the rest outside with Obi-Wan so Anakin and I could have another discussion. We watched them leave in silence.
Anakin huffed out a sigh and turned his head to face me. "Love, I want you to know that I love you… and that we'll be fine." I was but to speak but his voice overpowered mine. "I know the Empire wants us dead but Master Fisto and Master Plo need our help. They've helped us in the past."
Suddenly, I soon found myself in our room again. He closed the door behind us. I pulled my lips back to my teeth and shut my eyes, holding in the incoming tears. My body shook with every breath I took. I hugged myself as he stood behind me.
How can he think about risking his life? Doesn't he know how his possible death will impact our small family? However, Satine must be going through the same thing. Both Obi-Wan and Anakin were risking their lives…
"Soka…" Anakin rubbed my shoulders, his face nuzzled against my neck. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry."
I glared down before turning to face him. I touched his face before I kissed him. The kiss was…new. I forgot how it felt to feel his warm soft lips move against mine. He smiled underneath my lips, moaning and lifted me up.
This might be our final goodbye… I assume… as much as I love him… we have to risk our lives for others besides ourselves. But that doesn't mean I would stop risking mine to save his.
