Obi-Wan pulled the syringe from his pocket.
"Master I lost him," Anakin cried through his com link. Obi Wan looked down at the small device. He was about to cause so much pain. But not for himself, oh no this would be painless physically. No it was the pain from Anakin and Ahsoka. Obi-wan bit his lip.
"I'm so sorry Anakin," he whispered as he pressed the syringe into his left wrist and stepped out into the light. He locked eyes with Rako Hardeen. He ever so slightly nodded as he heard the shot go off. The shot hurt as he fell off the building. He was still slightly conscious as he heard Ahsoka's footsteps running toward him.
"Master Kenobi," she cried as she fell to her knees. He felt her callused finger go to his wrist feeling for a pulse. It was weak.
"Obi-Wan, please," she begged cradling his body in her small arms.
"Don't cry, young one," he managed. He could feel the poison spreading throughout his body. She was crying? Ahsoka thought. She never cried, or at least not around people. She felt Obi-Wan's gloved hand gently wipe the tears away because she was crying.
"We will meet agai . . ." Obi Wan went limp in her arms.
"No!" Ahsoka cried. "No, Obi-Wan, Anakin needs you; I need you, please" She held his hand against her chest as she cried into his robes. His skin was still warm to the touch. She heard Anakin's heavy footsteps.
"How is he," Anakin asked, his voice serious. Ahsoka looked up at him, and Anakin didn't need to ask to know what happened.
"Obi-Wan!" he yelled as he fell to his knees pushing Ahsoka away from the dead Jedi. His hand fell to his wrist feeling for a pulse. The was none. Well, that was okay Obi-Wan's pulse was always hard to find in his wrist. His hand slid to his neck. Oh no. Nothing.
"OBI-WAN!" he yelled, tears rolling down his face. He saw Ahsoka behind him curled up in a corner sobbing.
"Why are you crying," he exclaimed glaring at her sharply. "You didn't know him for decades, he didn't teach you everything you know! You knew him for what two months so stop crying, bitch," he yelled. He saw her shrink back tears still rolling down her cheeks. He almost felt bad for the small girl. Almost.
"If you think that you are the only one who learned from him, that you were the only one who loved him, the only one who can't imagine the world without him! Then you—you're a selfish bastard!" she yelled. The words rolled off her tongue so easily. She heard police as she turned and ran home. No—not home she ran to the freaking temple, the furthest place from home. The clean and glittering white place that she was supposed to love. She ran to her room as fast as she could, ignoring the looks from the other masters. She fell onto her bed. She wondered if he knew how much it hurt. His words. She wondered if her words hurt as much as his did. She gritted her teeth. She hoped they did. She hoped that he was as mad as she was. She sat up, energized by the anger she was running on. She was used to being called rude names. Heck, the word "bitch" was certainly not the worst she had heard. But it wasn't the name that hurt it was that it was him who had called her it. She fell back onto her bed, pulling a blanket around herself as she fell into a restless sleep.
Anakin watched as his body was carried away. The police had offered him a ride back to the temple but he ignored them, walking on his own slowly home, tears rolling down his face. No, the temple wasn't home. Padme's was home. But was it? Their marriage was a horror show, he didn't even know if she loved him. He didn't know if he loved her. Oh shit. Had he called his padawan, his beautiful, loving padawan a bitch. Oh no what had he done? what would she say when he saw him? Would she want to ever see him again? He knew she was used to the names, not that she should have to be. She was too young to need to put up with things like that, but he hadn't meant it. He was mad, he didn't think very well when he was mad. He ran his hands through his hair something he did when he was scared or worried. If Obi-Wan was here they would talk about it, and Obi-Wan would force him to talk to her. He should go talk to Obi-Wan. Damnit, that's right, he's dead for force's sake. He found himself outside the temple. He walked to his room and fell onto his bed looking up at the celling. His head was spinning. What was he going to do? He needed his help.
Ahsoka didn't know how long it was until she got an email telling her his funeral was in 25 minutes. She changed into a new set of robes. She saw Anakin standing there in his long brown cloak. It was the same color as hers, but bigger since he was taller, but not by much. She was almost as tall as him now. She saw a lot of people, Jedi and otherwise. She didn't really care. She stood as his body was laid in the coffin. She could sense Anakin behind her. She could feel his pain. She tightened her mental shields to block him out. As soon as it was over she walked briskly out of the room, her cloak swaying behind her. She opened the door to her room and sat on her bed, her eyes facing the window, her back to the door. She heard the knock on the door. She ignored it like she had everything else for the past— what was it?—two weeks. She ignored the second knock. She knew exactly who it was. She knew he had a key. She knew he had a lightsaber so he could come in if he wanted. She knew all of this, she knew he knew all of this. He was trying to let her ask him in. She wouldn't, not after what he did.
Anakin stood behind her. He didn't want to come to the funeral it would just make him sadder. But he did. He stood behind her resisting the urge to hug her or at least lovingly touch her shoulder but he didn't. He saw her walk out briskly. He gave a minute and then followed her to her room. He knocked on the door. She didn't answer. He didn't think she would. He knocked again before he reached out with the force and undid the lock.
Anakin walked in the room. It was cold. He had always hated cold rooms.
"Why is it so dark in here?" he asked aloud.
"Because the lights are off" was her tight reply. Anakin walked over to the control panel and Ahsoka assumed that he was going to turn the lights, on but instead she heard him turn the heat up. He walked toward the bed.
"Can I sit?" he asked.
"I've seen you sit before," she replied without a hint of joy or snark. Anakin sat next to her looking at her face for any sign of expression. Her face was stone cold. He sighed.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"I don't know maybe super pissed that my master, the person I've looked up to for years thinks I'm a bitch," she yelled, tears pouring down her face.
"So that what this is about," he said gently. "I wasn't thinking when I said that," he whispered, worried that if he said it aloud that his voice would break.
"But you're right!" she exclaimed. "I am a bitch. It was my fault he died. I should have been able to save him. All I am is a—" Anakin cut her off.
"No Ahsoka, you shouldn't have to deal with this. You shouldn't be in this war anyway, and you certainly shouldn't be blaming yourself. I was mad, but not at you. Not at all. And I am so sorry that I yelled at you. I didn't mean it," he said quickly. Both of them were crying now. Anakin looked at her.
"Can I hug you?" he whispered. Ahsoka replied by letting him pull her into his lap and gently stroking her leku, holding her close.
"I'm sorry for what I said," Ahsoka whispered.
"That doesn't matter anymore, I'm not mad," Anakin replied.
"I had a dream, that, that you killed me because you said that I killed Obi-Wan," Ahsoka whispered. Anakin pulled her closer.
"I would never kill you," He whispered back as he continued to stroke her leku and rub her back. The issue was in no way resolved, but at least they were together. And he told her they always would be. He didn't know if it was true but it seemed to comfort her.
He swore his heart was being pulled from his chest. This was the most painful thing he had ever been through. He saw her walk down the steps. She stopped at the sound of his voice, "Wait," he called. He barely heard all of the words coming out of his mouth and hers. "I can't live without you," he whispered looking her in the eyes. He knew now both of them were crying.
"You said that about Obi-Wan," Ahsoka replied. Anakin bowed his head and stepped toward her. He's felt her arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms gently around her waist. Ahsoka looked up at him, her eyes still full of tears.
"I'll miss you so much," she whispered. As she started to pull away, she felt Anakin's arms tighten around her. He didn't want to let her go. He wanted to hold her for ever like he had that night he had died. He wanted her to cry against his chest and fall asleep in his arms. He didn't want her to go. Ahsoka looked up at him and gently kissed his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered. As she gently unwound his arms from around her, she walked away from him.
"Wait," Anakin called. Ahsoka stopped, just for a second as she turned to face him. They were only a couple feet apart. "You'll need a weapon" he said as he unhooked his saber from his belt and pressed it into her hand. She threw her arms around him again. This time she didn't want to let go. She held him so tight she swore her arms were going to break. Anakin looked down at her. "You could stay you know," he said. Ahsoka shook her head.
"No I can't. But I will always love you until my dying day," she told him. "I love you," she whispered not letting go. Ahsoka squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his left hand begin to gently stroke her leku.
"I love you too," Anakin whispered as he let her go. Ahsoka turned away from him. She couldn't leave if she saw his face.
"May the force be with you," they both whispered. Ahsoka walked down the steps not looking back, as she could sense Anakin crying just like she was. It hurt so damn much to do this. She hated to do this. She prayed they would meet again.
"Will I see you again?" Anakin called. Ahsoka turned to face him.
"What does your heart tell you?" she asked. Anakin thought for a second. He had said he had hoped so, and his mother was dead.
"Yes," he said, his voice loud and clear. Ahsoka nodded at him. And turned and walked away. He didn't notice until she was long gone she had hooked his saber back to his belt. He smiled, that was just like her. He loved her so much.