Right, I am aware that there are foods in this chapter that most likely don't exist in a galaxy far far away. Deal with it, my fic my rules.
Obi-Wan held the bridge of his nose, looking at his old padawan. "Anakin. what happened?"
"Well, the 501 kind of got captured. We're back now though." Anakin shrugged, a strange expression on his face.
"Well I can see that. But it seems that you have left a certain someone with the separatists." At Anakin's confused look, Obi-Wan sighed, "Anakin, where's Ahsoka?"
"Ah, yeah." The younger man turned from his Master and made to leave the briefing room, "You might wanna come with me."
Obi-Wan groaned, knowing that whatever Anakin was up to couldn't lead to anything good. Still, he followed him out and towards the med bay.
"Anakin, what is going on? Where is Ahsoka?"
The door swooshed opened and Anakin swiftly walked over to where Kix was checking what seemed to be an empty bed, but as they neared it Obi-Wan could see a small lump under the blanket.
"Kix, how is everything?" Anakin asked the medic, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Stats are fine, Sir. But I see no sign of things returning to normal."
"Anakin, what is going on?!"
The man turned to his Master and stood up again, pulling the sheet back to reveal a young Togruta, about two or three years old, fast asleep.
"Anakin…"
"She's okay."
"What happened?"
Anakin sighed, "Battle droids attacked and she took them on her own. They threw down this smoke bomb or something and when it cleared, she was like this."
"Oh dear." Obi-Wan was slumped on what to do in this situation; his grand-padawan was a toddler! "Do we know how to age her back up?"
"Not yet, General. Whatever the clankers used, there is no record of it at all." Kix looked up from the datapad he was pouring over, trying to find some sort of explanation or solution.
"Take a break, Kix. We can sort this out." Anakin began, "Is she alright?"
"Yes, Sir. She's perfectly healthy and I can see no problems. I'm not sure whether she knows what has happened, or if she will simply just wake up as any toddler would."
Anakin nodded, sitting back on the bed and nodding at the medic as he left.
Ahsoka sat up, her chubby fists rubbing at her eyes. Even though the situation wasn't ideal, and they would have to figure out a way to change the padawan back to her actual age, Obi-Wan couldn't deny that she was adorable. She took in her surroundings, before her bottom lip started to quiver.
"No, it's okay." Anakin scooped her up, and Ahsoka looked up at him, her blue eyes wide. "It's alright."
Obi-Wan was still wondering whether Ahsoka was aware of anything, or if she just had an average toddlers memory.
"Ahsoka, do you know where we are?" He asked softly, sitting next to Anakin, his brows furrowed.
"Dada!" Ahsoka looked up at Anakin, smiling at him.
"Uhh, no. No, I'm not your dad." Anakin panicked, and gave the child to his Master. But Ahsoka didn't like that, and she instantly started crying, reaching for Anakin again.
"I think she wants to stay with you, Anakin." Obi-Wan smirked and passed Ahsoka back to the young man.
"Alright." Anakin stood up and left the med bay, Obi-Wan running to keep up with him, he didn't necessarily trust the reckless Jedi with a toddler.
"Anakin! Where are you going?!"
"To see if anyone knows what to do about this!" Anakin gestured to Ahsoka, who curled up tighter in his arms.
"It's late, Anakin. She's tired. There's no point in running about Coruscant trying to find a solution. We can sort this out in the morning." Obi-Wan smiled at the little girl, "I'll see you tomorrow, young one. Behave for your Master."
"Obi-Wan! Don't leave me with her! You're the one with experience when it comes to looking after kids!"
"Now, Anakin. I believe that you have a friend who will happily help you look after Ahsoka while she's stuck at this age. Goodnight." And with that he left, heading towards his quarters.
"I know, Snips! We're almost there." Anakin thought about running up to the apartment, but he didn't want to jostle Ahsoka and upset her even more.
"Dada!" She cried up to him, and Anakin groaned.
"No, I'm not dada."
He reached the front door and knocked, knowing his wife often locked it when she wasn't sure if he would be home or not.
"Ani? You're back- why do you have a baby?" Padmé was shocked to see her husband home, never mind with a baby Togruta in his arms.
"It's a long story."
"So the separatists used some sort of smoke that turned Ahsoka into a toddler?" Padmé asked, swaying slightly as Ahsoka slept in her arms. It was late, after all.
"Yeah pretty much." Anakin sighed, pulling at his hair slightly. "We don't know how to return her to her normal age. I don't know how to look after a kid! I was bad enough when she was fifteen, let alone… how old do you think she is?"
Padmé studied the little girl as she slept, "Hmm, I'm guessing that by the size of her montrals, she can't be any older than three. But I'm not great with Togruta anatomy."
"What are we gonna do?" Anakin slumped on the couch, dragging his hands over his face.
"Mama." Ahsoka had woken up, and her blue eyes were staring up at Padmé, "Mama?"
"No, I'm not your mommy." The woman cooed, but the toddler didn't listen, she just placed her head on Padmé's shoulder and looked around the room with curiosity written all over her little face.
"Mama, Dada." She started singing a little sing-song tune.
"Well that's a pretty song." Padmé smiled down at her, "Are you hungry, Sweetie?"
"Ya!"
"Come on then."
Anakin smiled as he heard them both looking through cupboards in the kitchen. Ahsoka would giggle every now and then, followed by Padmé's own laugh. He didn't know what they were going to do, he couldn't keep his padawan as a toddler.
Wait, where were her lightsabers?
"Ahh, Ani!"
Anakin bolted to the kitchen to see Padmé backed against the wall, Ahsoka swinging her lightsaber around. He probably should have checked if she still had those.
"Hey, Snips," He kneeled down so he was at her height, extending his hand, "can I see that?"
The little girl scowled, waving the blade again.
"Snips no, please."
She screamed and Anakin closed his eyes, wishing he didn't have to do what needed to be done. Extending his hand, Ahsoka went still, trying to struggle against the force. He didn't like this, not one bit, but Ahsoka was going to get hurt soon. Padmé got the memo and grabbed the saber from the child, causing her to cry again.
"It's alright, it's okay." Anakin released her and quickly scooped her up, swaying slightly as he tried to calm her, "I didn't want you to get hurt."
Ahsoka looked up at her Master, her blue eyes wide in fear. Anakin swayed slightly, rubbing her back and trying to assure her that she was okay.
"Hungry?" He asked and she smiled, nodding enthusiastically. "Alright, what have we got Angel?"
"Uhh well there's snacks, but I'm not sure that she can have them. I don't know how old she is." Padmé rambled slightly.
"Disour!" Ahsoka screeched, and both adults physically retracted at the noice. She said it a few more times, before it finally clicked in Anakin's head.
"Of course, turkey dinosaurs. She always has them in our quarters at the Temple."
"Hmm, well we might be in luck," Padmé crossed from the cabinets to the freezer, pulling out a package and smiling sheepishly. "They were my favourites when I was little..."
Ahsoka clapped her hands and squealed again, wriggling out of Anakin's hold and toddling over to Padmé. She hugged her leg and looked up at the woman.
"Right, I'll put these in the oven but they'll take some time to cook," Padmé knelt down to Ahsoka's level, "what should we do now?"
Ahsoka retaliated by giggling again and rushing off to hide somewhere.
"Oh, hide and seek is it?" Anakin said, before turning to go and find his padawan.
Two hours later, Ahsoka had been fed and was currently watching a holo-cartoon on the couch, Padmé and Anakin sat next to her to make sure she didn't fall off if she drifted off to sleep.
"She's sweet." Padmé said softly, rubbing her thumb over the little fingers.
"Yeah, she is. At least she's not being snippy right now." Anakin smiled fondly.
"So that's why you call her Snips."
"Do you think she will remember anything?" Padmé asked as she lay her head on Anakin's shoulder.
"I don't know. But if she does, we'll have to try and explain… us." He whispered, playing with his wife's loose curls.
"That will be a challenge."
"I help!"
Padmé looked up from the flimsi she was looking over, to see little Ahsoka stood in front of her desk.
"I'm working, sweetheart. It's a bit boring."
"Pease?"
Her heart was already melting, but now it was just a puddle. She couldn't really say no, only there wasn't much the toddler could do. There were some old papers in the bottom drawer; maybe she could tell her they had to become paper ships.
"Soka, can you make these into ships?" She showed the child how to fold all the pieces up, "Like this."
"Yep!"
A little while later, the toddler looked up at Padmé, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Are you sleepy?" The woman asked, and Ahsoka nodded.
Padmé was suddenly hit with the realisation that they didn't have anywhere for a toddler to sleep. Sure there was the guest room, but the bed was quite high; Ahsoka could really hurt if she fell out. The brunette thought quickly, and decided for the time being she could use the couch. As long as Padmé stayed in the main room, she would be able to save any catastrophes.
Lifting Ahsoka onto her hip, Padmé grabbed some spare blankets and pillows before setting up a makeshift bed for the little girl.
"Angel?" Anakin called as he entered the apartment, scanning for his wife. He smiled fondly when he found Padmé asleep on the floor, Ahsoka on the couch with blankets and pillows around her.
Padmé didn't look very comfortable, and Anakin tried to wake her up without disturbing the toddler.
"The floor doesn't look very comfy."
"Hm?" The woman jolted awake, her brown curls falling out of the bun she had put them into.
Ahsoka whimpered a bit in her sleep, and Padmé was instantly there to see to her. Anakin found himself smiling, she would be a wonderful mother.
No, he couldn't think like that. They were risking it enough by being married. A baby was a no go.
But as he looked at his wife, rocking his baby padawan to sleep, his heart swelled with love. He needed to figure out how to get Ahsoka back to her normal age, but for now…
For now, maybe they could be a family. Without any order or code being in the way.
I have no idea why I wrote this, but it's been sitting in my drafts and I love it. Thank you so much for reading! £