Okay I wanted to have this posted a lot earlier but then I procrastinated and I love that so...

This one has mild blood descriptions and that's it I think. Please don't kill me if I'm wrong.

I also find Star Wars time a little confusing, so that might be wrong.

This is also gonna be a big story instead of a short one because I got an idea (I know I'm sorry)

Italics - thoughts

Italics but only a few words or one word - something to add effect

Italics in quotation mark talking through a comlink

Ahsoka's entire body hurt. For a few minutes after the explosion she didn't feel anything, probably from adrenaline, but now everything hurt. Her arms, her feet, her chest, and she was pretty sure she had some sort of a concussion. Still, she didn't stop running.

By the time she made it to the ship, she had all but collapsed from exhaustion. She had thrown up once or twice, she couldn't remember and was pretty sure a little bit of blood was in that too. Her right ankle was twisted at a weird angle and something felt off about her chest. She probably had a broken rib or two.

Ahsoka could barely walk so she was leaning against the cold metal wall of the shuttle. Bloodied handprints stained the wall making it look like a scene from a horror holomovie. Anakin would—Ahsoka had forgotten that Anakin was dead for just a moment, and more waves of grief and sadness washed over her. It was her fault that her brothers were dead. It was no one's fault but her own. No one could convince her otherwise.

She crawled to the pilot's seat, where Anakin would normally sit and pilot the ship recklessly while she smiled and laughed with him and Obi-Wan would yell at them. Those were the good memories. There wouldn't be any good memories anymore.

Ahsoka's fingers fumbled over the controls, spreading drying blood around on them. She somehow managed to get the ship to leave the atmosphere and go into hyperspace. That was when she finally relaxed. She let herself just slide down in her chair and close her eyes, letting out a big sigh of—she had no idea. She was relieved that she was off that planet, but everyone was—she didn't want to continue thinking about everything.

Instead, Ahsoka set the ship on autopilot and made sure that it would land itself (landing would probably wake her up) and then she curled up into a ball on the chair. She tucked her feet and head in, and wrapped her arms around herself. It made everything hurt way more than it already did, but she honestly didn't care. Finally, she closed her blue eyes softly, and let herself drift off into sleep, not caring if her dreams would be good or bad.

...

Obi-Wan knew something was wrong the minute the ship Anakin and the 501st had taken on a mission as soon as it landed. It was landing as if it was on autopilot, which was crazy because Anakin hated it when he put the ship in charge.

Maybe Anakin got hurt, Obi-Wan had felt sometime happen with him in the Force earlier. But, Ahsoka usually liked to control the ship. Maybe she got hurt. Whatever happened, he knew it wasn't good.

When the ramp lowered, there was a very tired looking Togruta walking away from the pilot's seat. She looked like she had just woken up and blood coated her side, arms, and legs. Her right ankle looked very twisted and broken; it was a miracle she was still walking. Well, she was leaning against the wall.

Obi-Wan lifted his comlink to his mouth and made sure that he was contacting the Halls of Healing. "Hello there, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I need a medical team here at my location now. I am sending you my location." Then, he sent his location in the temple and hung up on whoever was listening to him.

"Ahsoka!" Obi-Wan cried to his grandpadawan.

She looked up at him bleakly. Her eyes looked hollow and distant. As Ahsoka took her next steps, Obi-Wan ran right to her and grabbed her shoulders to help keep her steady.

"Where is everyone else?" Obi-Wan asked.

Ahsoka looked down. "They—they're—they're dead." She choked out, tears freely running down her face.

Obi-Wan felt like everything was frozen. How—what—how—what—why—what? All those words jolted through his mind as if they were trying to win a race. He wanted to ask all those questions of course, but decided on one for now: "Was it painful?"

"Hardcase and Fives had the fastest deaths." Ahsoka sobbed.

Obi-Wan wanted to cry. He wanted to shout. He wanted to do something, but he couldn't. Something was telling him not to. "Come on, we need to get you to the Halls of Healing."

Thankfully, just then, a medical team of four Jedi came. To Obi-Wan, everything after that was a blur. The Jedi took Ahsoka to the Halls of Healing, he had trailed behind them, and had too much blood on his clothes to even care at this point.

Right now, Obi-Wan was waiting outside, waiting for the doctors to say that she would be okay. An hour ago, he had commed Plo Koon telling him what happened, and he came over afterward.

Suddenly, the medical door slid open and Vokara Che came out. "Padawan Ahsoka Tano has been stabilized, but more work will need to be done. Her ankle was very hard to set and walking on it for who knows how long didn't help, so we decided that it was best for us to remove it. She has no leg from the knee down. She'll need to adjust."

For the second time today, Obi-Wan was frozen to his spot. "What? You didn't even ask us?"

"Well seeing as she has no Master, and isn't a youngling, my medical team and I would have the authority to decide these things." Vokara Che probably put that in the bluntest way possible.

Obi-Wan still wasn't pleased. Talking to me about authority. I'm a Council member. He thought to himself.

"Who will tell Little 'Soka?" Plo Koon asked.

Obi-Wan didn't hesitate. "I will."

Plo Koon nodded. "Good."

"Before you ask," Vokara Che looked right at Obi-Wan, "I will not allow anyone to see Padawan Tano until the morning, and by morning I mean 0900. It's also almost midnight. Go to sleep."

Obi-Wan sighed. "But—"

"Your robes are covered in blood, and you look sleep deprived." Vokara Che interrupted him. "Go. To. Sleep."

Unlike Obi-Wan, Plo Koon left without being told twice. When Plo left completely, he finally gave up and left.

Obi-Wan dragged his feet off the ground as he walked to his quarters. He had barely had any time to process what Ahsoka told him. Sure, there was when Ahsoka was in surgery, but he had just been worried for his grandpadawan then. Now, he knew that she was fine, he had time to actually face his emotions.

Ahsoka had said that Anakin, Rex, Hardcase, Fives, and Jesse were dead. She didn't specify how, just that they were dead and that only Fives and Hardcase had short deaths. What he felt through his body with Anakin, could only be his death. How I have not sensed that it was Anakin's death though? He wondered. Then, it hit him. He hadn't felt from someone that close to him in a while. Sure, what Maul had done as soon as he returned was awful, but none of those people had been like his brother. That didn't mean that he didn't mourn for them, though.

Obi-Wan looked at the time. It was way too late to be awake. So, he got into his bedtime clothes and laid down in his bed.

Sleep was hard. He couldn't stop thinking about Anakin, Ahsoka,the clones, and what happened. Thankfully, after hours of just rolling around in his bed, it was 0700. The time the cafeteria opened so he could get breakfast.

...

When Obi-Wan got to the cafeteria, he decided to get some water and a sandwich, but only after sitting down did he realize that he wasn't hungry. So, he ended up walking to the trash can and throwing his food away. He looked at the time. It was 0730.

What am I supposed to do now? Obi-Wan sighed. I guess I need to tell the 50st and 212th. That'll be a big distractor so I don't need to confront my feelings.

...

Ahsoka was running away from...something. Her feet barely touched the ground even though everything hurt. Soon, she was at a field. Something felt weird about it. She didn't know how to explain it. It was as if the Force was warning her about something.

Ahsoka closed her eyes and tried to remember what happened. Then, it all came back to her. Hardcase, Fives, Jesse, Rex, Anakin, they were all dead...and it was her fault. When she opened her eyes, everyone who she had just killed was there.

There was a moment of silence before, "You let me keep my guard down." Hardcase accused.

"No! I didn't sense anything I—" Ahsoka tried, but Fives interrupted her.

"You let me stay in my grief. You let me die!" Fives hissed at her.

"What no I tried to—" Ahsoka looked at her brother with betrayal and sadness in her eyes.

Jesse was next. "You didn't even try to deflect any blaster bolt that came my way. The Jedi were supposed to protect everyone!"

Ahsoka felt fresh tears run down her face. "I did my best."

"Did you do your best when my own body only has blaster bolts in it?" Rex asked, only coldness in his voice.

"I tried, I swear." Ahsoka pleaded.

Now, it was Anakin's turn. "You didn't even try to listen to me! And because of you, I'm dead!"

Ahsoka fell down crying, holding her head. "No, I wanted to listen, but I couldn't—"

"You could've saved us." Jesse shot at her. "It's all your fault.

Everyone else joined in on Jesse's accusations. Their yells filled the empty space around herself, weaving in and out of her montrals.

"You abandoned me! You failed me!"

"Do you know what we've become?"

Ahsoka fell to her knees, crying, clutching her head, trying to block out everyone's voices. She was probably screaming too. Tears clouded her vision and nothing made sense except for Ahsoka's guilt. It was her fault that all of her brothers were dead. She made a choice, she couldn't leave.

Everything was a mess. Ahsoka had killed people. She didn't even know what happened to the information. She had failed her brothers and she had failed the Jedi and Republic. It was all her fault.

Then, Ahsoka woke up.

Haha a cliff hangar. When Obi-Wan was thinking the how, why, what stuff, that's always what my brain does when I get confused. I'm also not very familiar with writing Obi-Wan, so he might seem weird at first, but I'm gonna try to get better at writing him. I struggle most with writing grieving him so yeah.

The references were:

1. "Hello there" - Star Wars (not really a reference but whatever)

2. Talking to me about authority - Agents of Shield, season 1 episode 2, Nick Fury says "Talking to me about authority" at the end

3. "You could have saved us" - Age of Ultron, Steve says that to Tony in Tony's dream that Wanda gives him

4. "You abandoned me, you failed me! Do you know what I've become?" - Star Wars Rebels (I changed it a little to fit)

Thank you for reading this