Ahsoka stared out the window of her medbay bay on Coruscant. Her hands worried the hem of the white dress, freshly laundered. She had been there for three rotations since, what Kix had told her, the heart attack. Cardiomyopathy, also known as broken-heart syndrome. Not many survive, the force had been the only thing keeping her alive during the episode. She almost wished it hadn't, and yet she had to survive, because she promised. She had promised Elea as she held her, moments away from death. Oh, how she missed Elea. She wished she could have saved her. Saved them all. Asteria had made sure she could not, and she hated her for it. With every bone in her body. Asteria had taken the woman Ahsoka had- well, Ahsoka didn't know what feelings she had held for her, only that it had been beyond platonic. Beyond the feelings she had held for Rex and Anakin. She always got fires through her nerve endings whenever Elea had been around her, with her long hair and gentle persona. When she thought she harbored feelings for Rex, all that time ago when she had first started working with the men, she had never felt the way she felt around her Elea. The togruta was taken out of her introspections when one of the subjects of her musings walked through the door with Anakin and Coric by his side, a large box straining his biceps. The senior medic set himself to work, checking her monitors and saline-drip levels.

"How are you holding up, Snips?" Anakin gave her a tight-lipped smile, one that she could not return, opting to give him a nod and a nudge of neutrality through the force. "That's good. We weren't sure if you'd wa- if you'd be completely okay after you passed out." She knew what he was going to say. That they hadn't been confident she'd wake up after her heart attack, but she had, much to her displeasure and their relief. Rex finally set down the box in a chair by her bedside. She gave a quick questioning glance, and Anakin grinned.

"Oh, I nearly forgot, here's a gift from us." He picked it up off the chair and handed it to her, nudging her gently through their singed bond. She noted vaguely that it hadn't had that burnt quality to it before. She held out her hands, taking the soft box from him. Pulling at the neatly tied ribbon- Kix must have done it, she remembered he had taken an interest in sewing and cloth- the box opened to reveal lightsabers. Her lightsabers. Her eyes welled up in tears, a balm relieving her soul.

"You took care of them."

"Of course we did." We. Did that mean her boys had taken care of them, too? Taken care of her? She felt another tear slip as she realized they had all missed her. Suddenly, all the oppressed emotions broke free, and she began sobbing, burning her face in Anakin's robes. He patted at her back, a soothing presence. She felt his encouragement through the force. Rex's too. And oh, she did nothing to deserve their comfort. She deserved to burn in all nine of Corellia's hells after what she had done. Her shoulders shook and snot ran down her face. She began crying Elea's name. Again, again, and again, as if that would bring her back. All the memories washed over her. Elea, Elea, Elea.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin pulled back a little and offered her a glass that had been by her bedside. She took it gratefully. "Small sips." She took gulps. "Okay, slow down." He pried the glass from her fingertips before sitting by her. She noticed dimly that Rex was seated where the box had been and Coric had long taken his leave. "Ahsoka, who is Elea?"

"Elea?" She knew Elea, of course. Everything about her. "My…" She knew everything, except for what she was. "She was my Padme." Anakin's eyes widened at the mention of his wife, and Rex snorted. "My light."

"Oh." The look in Anakin's eyes told her that he knew it was Elea's body she had been cradling. "Oh, Ahsoka." He gathered her into his arms as another sob racked her body. "What happened?"

"They're all gone, Master, and it's all my fault."

"Who?"

"Them. And I'm so sorry, Master, I'm so, so, sorry. You shouldn't have come for me. I never meant for you to come for me."

"Ahsoka, what do you mean?"

"Elea sent the signal. But you're in danger, you all are. They're coming for me, and they'll stop anyone in their way."

"Who?"

"Asteria and her dogs." Rex then took his leave, presumably to find out more about 'Asteria'.

"Master, you have to promise me that if it comes to it, you'll protect everyone, even if that means giving me up. Please."

"Ahsoka, I-"

"Master, please."

"Okay, Ahsoka, okay. Now, sleep."

Several light-years away, a hand broke through the rubble, grasping at the darkening light of the dying sun. A woman stepped out of her grave, dark hair swirling in the wind, her remaining eye focused on the sun. She sneered at it.

"I will come for you, Ahsoka Tano. And I will not stop until you are like this sun."

The scratchy bag covering her head was finally ripped off.

"Took you long enough, that was scratching my montrals," she sneered at her captors. Ahsoka was nothing, if not good at goading her captors.

"Hello, Ahsoka Tano." A twi-lek male stepped into her view. "I do apologize for the force used, pun intended, however we had to make sure you got here. It is vital to our survival that you are here, and you, too, shall understand soon enough."

"What if I don't want to understand?"

"Doesn't matter if you want to or not, you will. Everyone does. So shall you." He walked closer to her, steps air-light against the stone. "The boss will see you momentarily." He took a standing position by her right shoulder. True to his words, only a few moments passed before something opened and closed behind her, a draft of air soothing her burning head-gear.

"Hello, lovely." A deep voice purred. Female, Ahsoka noticed, not many villains Ahsoka dealt with were female. This would be interesting. A female human stepped in front of her, trailing her fingers along Ahsoka's face. She wore a plain buttoned shirt with a corset cinched at her waist, and knee-high boots covered her feet. Her neck was adorned with chains, rings decorated her fingers, and metal ornaments hung from her ears. Her lips were painted black, and her eyes were lidded with black powder. A low growl left her from deep in her throat, snapping at the wandering fingers. The woman merely laughed, her dark hair tossing. "I always have loved a good challenge. I am Asteria." She snapped her fingers, and the twi-lek seemed to apparate at her side. "I want her under surveillance at all times, and an irregular feeding schedule." Ahsoka's brow bones pulled together. She was sitting there, while they were talking about how she was to be watched. They normally didn't do that, she was sure. "And bathroom usage twice a day. Unless she's misbehaving, then the corner of her cell will have to do." She sent a quick grin to the togruta, but there was a sharp edge to it.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"No, that will be all." Asteria turned to leave, before turning back around. She walked close to Ahsoka, leaning into her space, the tips of their noses touching. "If I find out you have not been cooperating, we will meet again under less pleasant conditions, hear?" Her cloak flourished dramatically as she left. Ahsoka kicked herself several times when she realized she hadn't been paying attention to Asteria, and that she had been too quiet. All she knew was that Asteria was the hottest person she'd ever been kidnapped by. She had to escape before it got into her head.