A/N: The idea for this chapter came from the story "Quarantined," by weird clone wars fangirl. It's a great story, you should go check it out! After you read this chapter, of course :)

Anakin and Ahsoka were in their quarters on board the Resolute, in orbit above Coruscant. They were unable to actually go to the planet due to some outbreak of a virus. They were safe in orbit, but they just had to wait until the virus was under control on the planet.

So currently, with nothing better to do, Anakin and Ahsoka were in their quarters… doing nothing. They had just eaten breakfast and seemed to have come to an unspoken agreement to just lie down and rest some more.

Finally, Ahsoka broke the silence.

"Master?"

"What?"

"How long do we have to stay here?"

"Um… promise not to kill me?" he said nervously.

"Skyguy…" she said in what she hoped was a warning tone.

"Three standard weeks."

"THREE WEEKS?" Ahsoka screamed. She jumped off her bunk to look at him. "We're stuck here for three weeks?"

"Whoa! Take it easy, Snips! It wasn't my idea!" Anakin protested. Ahsoka noticed his hand automatically reaching for his lightsaber to defend himself. "Patience is a good thing to learn, especially for a Jedi."

"But three weeks…" she whined, collapsing into a sitting position on the floor.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin asked.

"Hm?"

"Something just occurred to me," Anakin said, sitting up and turning towards her.

"Congratulations, Skyguy, you have officially used your brain."

"How do you sleep?" he asked.

She looked up at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't your lekku fall asleep or something when you lie on them for too long?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Does your hair fall asleep when you lie on it?"

Anakin laughed. "No, of course not, Snips. This?" he said, grabbing some of his hair between his fingers and shaking it around. "It's dead. You can cut it off and it doesn't even hurt."

"Ooh, can I try?" Ahsoka asked eagerly, taking her lightsaber from her belt.

"No! Not with your lightsaber!" he cried. "Maybe some other time, I can show you. With scissors."

Ahsoka's eyes lit up. "Kix has scissors in the medbay," she said.

"I've got a bad feeling about this…"

"We really don't have anything else to do. Come on, Skyguy!" she begged.

"Fine," Anakin sighed. "I'm going to regret this." He stood up and followed Ahsoka out into the hall.

When Anakin and Ahsoka arrived at the medbay, Kix greeted them. "Commander, General, you better not have caught that virus," he joked.

"Nope," Ahsoka said. "We just needed some scissors."

Kix looked at Anakin. "General? You need… scissors?"

Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Kix… just for a minute, though."

Kix looked at him. "Right," he said uncertainly, and went back to a cabinet. He came back with a pair of scissors. "Here you are, Commander," he said, handing them to Ahsoka.

"Thanks, Kix!" she said happily. He nodded and smiled before going back to work.

Ahsoka turned to Anakin. "So… how do I do this?"

"Just take a little bit of the hair, hold on to it, and cut it. Don't get too snippy," Anakin said. When Ahsoka did not react, he said, "Get it? Because I call you Snips? And you're cutting my… never mind."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. She tentatively took some hair in her hand, lifted the scissors, and cut it.

"AAH!" Anakin screamed. He jerked away from Ahsoka, put his hand to where she had just cut his hair, and collapsed to the floor.

"I'm so sorry, Master!" Ahsoka cried, kneeling down next to him and grabbing his hand. "I didn't mean to…"

Anakin started laughing hysterically. "Your face… I said it doesn't… HA HA HA!" He tried to sit up, but failed because he was laughing so hard.

Ahsoka just glared at him. "Don't ever do that again," she said. But even she couldn't keep herself from laughing.

Once Ahsoka and Anakin had recovered from their laughing fits, Ahsoka picked up the scissors and hair she had dropped.

"So this is what hair is," she said, holding the sample up to the light and feeling it. "Hm." Satisfied, she held the hair out to Anakin. "You want it back?"

He laughed. "No thanks. Like I said, it's dead. You can just throw it away."

Ahsoka threw his hair into a nearby trash can and ran off to find Kix.

"DON'T RUN WITH SCISSORS!" she heard Anakin yell after her.

"Well," Ahsoka said as she and Anakin left the medbay, "that was fun."

"Yeah, your reaction was great," Anakin chuckled. Ahsoka gave him a playful glare.

"What should we do now?" she asked.

"Why don't we go look in the hangar? Maybe there's something to do in there," Anakin suggested.

"I don't feel like watching you mess with your fighter for the fiftieth time."

"Hey! My fighter is so much cooler because I 'messed with it,'" Anakin protested, making air quotes with both hands.

"Oh really? Show me. Maybe I'll want to add something to mine," Ahsoka said, smirking up at him. "I can't let you have a better ship than mine, can I?"

Happy that they had found something else to do, they set off for the hangar.

When Anakin and Ahsoka entered the hangar, they saw Fives and Echo carrying huge boxes.

"General, Commander," Echo greeted them.

"Hello, Echo. Hey, Fives," Anakin replied.

"What's in here?" Ahsoka asked, jumping up and down to try to see inside the boxes.

"Spare parts," Fives said, setting down his box. It was filled with a multitude of machine parts.

"Fives," Anakin asked, "You said these are spare parts? Meaning nobody needs them right now?"

"Yes, General."

Anakin smirked. "Then you don't mind if I borrow this one?" he asked, pulling out a circular disc.

"No, not at all, sir," Fives said. He picked up his box and carried it away to its place in the corner of the hangar. "If by 'borrow' you mean you'll put it back, the boxes are right here," Fives called. He and Echo left the hangar, leaving Anakin and Ahsoka alone.

"Master, what are you doing with that?" Ahsoka asked.

"You'll see," Anakin replied. "Stay right there." He jogged away to the other end of the hangar, still holding the disc.

"Snips!" he called. "Catch!" He threw the disc in her direction.

Ahsoka understood. She ran to catch the disc, jumping and catching it between her hands. "One!" she said, sending it back to Anakin with a flick of her wrist. This was much more fun than working on ships.

Anakin caught the disc in his prosthetic hand. "Two points for a single-handed catch! Three!" he yelled. He threw the disc back to Ahsoka, who caught it with her left.

"One-handed with the non-dominant hand! Three points, total six!" Ahsoka declared.

The game went on, quickly becoming crazier and crazier.

"Non-dominant foot catch! Five points!"

"Non-dominant montral! Seven!"

"What? Montrals aren't dominant or non-dominant!"

"How would you know?"

"Okay, fine, but make it six."

This went on for quite a while. Anakin and Ahsoka forgot about lunch in their interest in getting up to 100 points. Every time someone dropped the disc, the points were set back to zero, and Anakin said his right hand was hard to catch with. Not that Ahsoka didn't have her fair share of drops (mainly because she kept trying things like backflipping and catching the disc in midair).

Finally, it was around 1700 and the highest they had gotten was 40.

"Forty-two!" Ahsoka yelled, catching the disc in her left hand. "Master?" she called. He looked up, but she didn't throw. "How about if we just get to fifty and call it good?"

Anakin smirked back. "Getting tired, Snips?"

"No. Hungry. Did you see what time it is?"

Anakin looked at his comlink, and Ahsoka took that opportunity to throw the disc into his face.

"OW!" he yelped.

"That one didn't count. Come on, just get us to fifty!"

"Okay, let's go," he said, grabbing the disc and grinning. He threw it as high as he could. It hit the ceiling, bounced off a girder, and fell… right into Ahsoka's hands.

"I say that's worth ten points at least, Snips," Anakin said, walking towards her.

"Agreed," Ahsoka laughed. "Let's go see what they have for dinner today."

When the two friends returned to their quarters after dinner, they flopped onto their bunks. One day down, twenty to go, Ahsoka thought. "Master?" she asked aloud.

"Yes, Ahsoka?"

She jumped down from her bunk and sat next to Anakin on his.

"What if they can't get the virus under control? What if Master Plo, or Master Obi-Wan, or any of the Jedi gets sick?" she asked. She crossed her arms, looking at the ground, determined not to show how scared and worried she was.

Anakin smiled. "Everything will be fine, Snips. The Temple has some of the best medical service in the galaxy. Besides," he added, "Obi-Wan wouldn't let some virus kill him. He's too stubborn."

"But what if they're not okay?" she asked. "What if we're not okay?" She pulled her arms tighter around herself, shaking with the effort of trying to keep her emotions in check. "The Seppies' clankers don't care about a virus. What if they take advantage of this to attack us?"

Anakin reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"It's all going to be okay, Ahsoka," Anakin told her gently.

Ahsoka knew Anakin would not judge her because of her feelings (unlike 90% of the Jedi). So she let out her fears and worries in the form of tears, wrapping her arms tightly around Anakin and burying her face into his robes.

For a while, Anakin just held Ahsoka, rubbing her back to soothe her as she cried quietly into his tunic. Then Ahsoka heard Anakin begin… singing? She had never heard him sing before. But then, she realized, he had never heard her cry before. Sniffling, she leaned into him and listened as he sang softly into her montrals:

"Namsan wiye jeo sonamu, cheolgabeul dureun deut,

Baram seori bulbyeonhameun iri gisang ilse.

Ga-eul haneul gonghwalhande nopgo gureum eopsi;

Balgeun dareun uri gaseum ilpyeondansimilse."

There was a pause.

"What does that mean, Master?" Ahsoka asked. Her voice was muffled by Anakin's tunic, but she knew he could hear her.

"Um… I don't remember the whole thing, but I think some of it says, 'As the pine tree stands firm, unchanged by wind and frost, so shall our strong spirit.' And, uh… 'the bright moon is like our heart, undivided and true.' My mom used to sing it to me."

Ahsoka turned her head so her face was no longer in Anakin's robes. "Strong spirit, undivided and true. Kind of like us."

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Snips," he chuckled.

"Always," she said, yawning. "I like that song. Can I stay with you?"

"Of course," he said. "And Ahsoka?"

She pulled her head back enough to look up at him.

"Everything will be okay," Anakin told her, looking straight into her eyes. "Even if it's not, I will always be here for you. Undivided and true. Okay?"

Ahsoka smiled. "Okay, Skyguy," she said softly, snuggling up against him. "Thanks."

Anakin didn't say anything, but he patted Ahsoka's head and sent her his love and pride in the Force. With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the light. Leaning back, he pulled a blanket over the both of them, and the two friends drifted off to sleep, each content and comforted by the presence of the other.

A/N: So, that was quite a bit longer than the last one, but I hope you enjoyed it! The Frisbee game is something I like to play with my friends. We throw the Frisbee around and try to see how many points we can get-one point for a catch, two points for a one-handed catch, three for a one-handed catch with the non-dominant hand... and I don't remember the others. The rules change every time we play, and I made up some for this story.

The song Anakin sang was actually the second and third verses of "Aegukga," the national anthem of South Korea. Say what you will, but I think it's a good song. Of course, I do NOT own it (It's a public domain song, if not everywhere then at least in South Korea). Anakin's explanation of the song actually came from what some of the lyrics are in English. I changed them a bit, though.

I had fun writing this story, but I'm always open to feedback and criticism as to what I could do better! And also ideas for future chapters would be nice.

Until next time!

-JP421