Ahsoka stood there, for possibly the first time on her life she had nothing to say. She always had something to say, she just usually wasn't allowed to speak her mind, but finally she managed, "I-I can explain!"

"Really?" Anakin asked, "Is it a good explanation?" Ahsoka would've sworn she heard anger in his voice, but she had to be misreading him, Jedi don't feel anger. "Most don't," Anakin agreed.

"What?"

He repeated, "Most Jedi don't feel anger." She touched her hand to her head, mumbling about her thoughts being private, "So is my room." Ahsoka winced at him using her words/thoughts against her. "But I don't need your thoughts it's written plain as day on your face."

Ahsoka was still in shock, and Anakin seemed to be waiting for a comment from her. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, then said, "Im sorry," and hung her head, looking at the ground. He won't want me, she thought, I'm just a charity case, why should he keep me if I'm a disobedient one?

"Ahsoka I hope I'm misreading your feelings." Anakin said softly. "Why would you think you're a charity case." She saw pain in his eyes, her doubt was hurting him.

"I thought you couldn't read my thoughts." She mumbled, "Or was that a lie?"

Anakin shook his head, "Anyone can read them if you project them that loudly."

Ahsoka continued to look at the floor, afraid of seeing the anger she had heard in Anakin's voice. He didn't say anything for a moment, a long awkward moment, but then he stated, "Why would you a be charity case? And what does that mean?"

"You feel sorry for me," Ahsoka whispered, "So you took me as your apprentice."

To her shock, Anakin laughed, "Ahsoka, I do do things for people I feel sorry for, but I'd never take you as my apprentice unless I had a reason. That would be a long time to put up with you just for your sake wouldn't it?"

In shock Ahsoka looked up at him, the anger seemed to have abated, replaced by amusement, "Yeah." She admitted shyly.

"Who told you that?" His voice was sharp, and Ahsoka debated not telling him, as little as she liked Corin, she didn't want Anakin to hurt him. "Corin?" He demanded, "That little," he went on to say several things in a corse language Ahsoka didn't know, but she still strongly suspect they weren't nice.

"Master?"

He paused in his ranting, "Sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have done that in front of you," she shrugged, "Please don't repeat any of that to anyone."

The Togruta giggled, "Aww! Why not?"

He didn't seem amused, "Just don't." He said flatly, "And don't go in my room again without permission." He was smiling now, seeming amused.

"Yes master," she replied.

He nodded, accepting her answer, "Sit." He said, motioning to the seat next to him. She did as she was told, sinking into the couch. "So, Charity Case," he used it as if it was a name, "What gave you the bright idea to believe a word the D-" he stopped, and Ahsoka wondered what he had been planning on saying, "Creature. Said?" She really didn't know, so she shrugged, "Not an answer." He told her.

"Well, he's always been right before," she mumbled, studying her hands that were folded in he lap.

"About what?" Anakin asked.

"Me," she said softly, afraid to meet his eyes. Surely there would be anger there, or disappointment, but she looked anyway, and saw only a sad pity.

"What does he say?" Anakin asked quietly.

"Does it matter?" She snapped, feeling a bit of her predator heritage kick in.

Anakin nodded, "It does," he replied.

"I'm stupid, I'm worthless, nobody likes me, I should just leave the temple, I have no chance in life," sh stopped, tears biting at her eyes, "Do I need to go on or do you get the point?"

"You're not worthless," Anakin snapped, "I like you, you can't leave the Temple, and why the heck don't you have a chance in life?" His time was a soft reprimand.

"You think so?" Sh asked softly. "You really mean it?"

He shook his head and wrapped his arm around her, "Of course I do Snips," she was fighting the impulse to shrug of his hand, "Is this 'Im worthless' attitude of yours permanint or just from the damage to your head tails?"

"I don't know Skyguy," she replied cheekily, "What do you think?"

"I think you're avoiding the question." He grumbled, and she smirked, "So? Any clues?"

She frowned, "Im just not that confident." She said softly.

Anakin nodded thoughtfully, "I think we can work on that." She nodded in agreement, "First we'll deal with Corin," he added severely.

Moonwolflove posted a beautiful comment on "The Galaxy Cries," that motivated me to finish this chapter.

Anakin's language was the Hutt's language if you were wondering.

Also, I have a new story idea, i will be posting it soon! (Once I finish this story!) as a hint, I gt the idea from the Asylum in Batman! (But it's not a crossover)

Also for people on here who read "The Dark Side," I haven't forgotten it. It scored the least on my poll (zero votes) and I'm a bit stumped. I know what I want to happen, but I can't get it to happen. And I just realised how close to the end of NaNoWriMo this is.