A/N: I got this request not too long ago and then really got into the idea which lead to me searching for stories with this concept, loving them and being so sad there are only two (literally only two) stories with this concept. So I had no choice, but to dive into this right away and ta da, here we are. The other stories with this idea are Ahsoka's Song and Lost Apprentice, both in Clone Wars category and they're great. Hope whoever reads this has a good day :)

Summary: Bounty hunters weren't known for their altruism, especially when it came to the most ruthless and fiercest ones. Aurra Sing worked alone and only looked out for herself. There had been a time when that wasn't the case, when she had something she really loved, only to lose it. But one message shows her that isn't true, in the form of one Jedi Padawan who has no idea of their history.

Part One

Even as a spontaneous, out of the box and borderline psychotic person, Aurra Sing was not the biggest fan of surprises. Sure, if a surprise came she would take it in stride, but she sure did love when she knew what was happening at all times. Call her a control freak if you want, in some ways she supposed she was one. The bounty hunter knew in her line of work surprises were always going to happen, usually they were ones she could handle and deal with along the way, but the surprise she had gotten not even one minute ago had truly thrown her for a loop.

Sitting in her cockpit with only the sound of the ship humming as it flew through hyperspace, Aurra Sing staring with her pale eyes focused on what was sent to her. Eyes that would have blended in with her chalky skin if not for the black paint she had smeared across them. She let out a heavy and even breath, forced as it was, she would not lose control of herself here in this cockpit. This holoimage would not unravel her, despite the memory that echoed in her mind.

Explosions rang in her ear, this was no anywhere close to the plan. The ground beneath her feet was trembling, the building she was on was going to collapsed. Her long hand was wrapped around an upper arm, half dragging, half carrying, the person beside her. They needed to get out of here, now. Another explosion and suddenly, the arm she was holding was no longer in her hand and she was on the ground of the ship waiting for her. She looked up to see that the one with her was still over there.

Aurra Sing let out angry breath. Now, she didn't do sentimental, that was a luxury in her line of work that she truly could not afford. Getting attached to objects or worse, other people, was simply not something she cared for. All she needed was herself and her trusted weapons at her side along with a good sum of credits. Those warm and fuzzy feelings made her skin crawl, she could live without all of that and had for many years, never once did she mind it. However there had been one time when that wasn't the case. When she let herself hold onto something with everything she had, didn't ignore the warm feelings. It was the only time she ever broke such a rule and it caused the one thing she did actually cherish more than her own life to be lost.

A scream had ripped from her mouth, "NO!"

Desperate, she reached out with her hand, called on the Force with every fiber of her being, begging and pleading, even praying, that her reach was strong enough to grab the jewel, her jewel. It wasn't enough, the place tore itself apart with the explosions, the rubble and debris everywhere, no way there would be a survivor in that. Not even her jewel could make it. She'd had jumped towards the explosion anyway, throwing caution to the wind, not caring for her safety, she needed to get to the collapsing building, she needed to get to the jewel. But it didn't matter, her associate grabbed her and forced her back on the ship as she cursed him in every language she knew at the top of her lungs.

She slammed her hand on the counsel in anger, she barely felt the ache on her palm, more focused on the anger that was raging like the Maw in Kessel. Having control of her emotions was something she could pride herself on, they didn't get the better of her and they weren't suppressed either, but in this moment, her control was slipping. There was clear, drowning sorrow in there that she didn't like, so she focused more on the anger and the hate. Yeah, the hate she felt in this moment as she stared at the holoimage that had been sent to her. Hate burned in her chest.

Hate could be a powerful ally when channeled correctly, or it could be someone's greatest downfall. The Sith often walked a fine line between the two since they used hate to fuel their powers, but the same power that fueled them could also burn them until they were nothing more than ash. Then there was the Jedi who rejected hate or all intense emotions, not using them as channel and stopping them from being a hindrance. While Aurra Sing understood both viewpoints to a certain extent, she resented her former teachings as a Jedi. Emotions were necessary, sure not letting them get out of hand was important, but ignoring them and 'releasing them into the Force' was not beneficial either. However none of that was the reason the subject had come in her mind as she was sitting in the cockpit of her ship Malifence journeying through hyperspace.

No, what brought the hate to her mind was the hate she now felt for the Jedi due to what she was seeing on her comm. It was an image that made every part of her body freeze, the words beneath it making her heart beat with anger and hatred. Aurra clenched her jaw, stomping down the sorrow once again and focusing on the anger she felt at what this meant.

Four years ago, almost five now, a mission had gone south and Aurra Sing had lost something that could never be replaced, her jewel, and it seemed her… old friend had sent her an image of the jewel she lost. It was a picture from the war, something no civilian and hardly a bounty hunter would see unless they were on the front lines for themselves or caught in the crossfire. Cad Bane, she vaguely remembered him mentioning that he was doing a job for the leader of the Separatists, but she didn't really pay much attention to it.

Now Aurra Sing didn't care about the war, at all, it was making her life as a bounty hunter a bit easier considering less Jedi and other enforcers could get in her way. However at this second, she wished a Jedi would appear so she could take them down, let her anger out at what she seeing. All this time she had thought the thing most precious to her had been killed, but it turns out the Jedi had her the entire time. Aurra leaned forward in her seat, making the picture bigger so she get a closer look at the subject, not that it mattered. She knew who exactly this was, even before she looked at the message below from Cad Bane.

She clicked the communicator, she needed answers and he was going to give them to her if he valued his life. While Cad Bane was certainly one of the top, if not the top bounty hunter around, she was confident she would be able to kill him since she knew most of his tricks and he had made the mistake of having her jewel. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and she was more than that. It took three seconds before the Duros bounty hunter appeared before her, dressed in his usual garb and that stupid hat. A stupid hat her jewel had loved messing with.

"I'm a very busy man with no time for social calls Aurra," Cad Bane said in the same gravely drawl, he looked at her lazily, it stoked her anger.

"Good thing this isn't one," Aurra said, her gaze narrowed and tone dark, "I want the answers you have."

Bane kept his posture relaxed, but she saw by the look on his face something was wrong, "On your precious jewelyn?"

Aurra leaned forward, it wouldn't have the same affect on hologram, but she didn't care, "Do not toy with me. Tell me everything you know."

Aurra gave him her fiercest glare, daring him to charge her for it, daring him to push her right now. Despite the fact that she was lightyears away in hyperspace did not lessen the threat. When it came to the bounty hunter world, Aurra was a top competitor, but also better liked than Bane. Which meant if she started a… war of starts against him, it was likely he would lose. Sometimes it was good to have friends, they had their uses and she would send an army of killers to him if she couldn't snap his neck on her own. That was only if he didn't give her the information she desired.

Bane let out a heavy sigh, deciding not to antagonize her further, "Fine. I mentioned to you before I was stealing from Jedi for Dooku-"

"I don't care about your kriffing mission," Aurra said sharply, her clear eyes were ablaze with annoyance and desperation that she couldn't completely hide, "I care about the image you sent me."

"I'm getting to that," Bane told her, annoyed.

Aurra barely held back a snarl, "Get to it faster."

Bane glared at her, but he spoke plainly, "My mission required I steal a Jedi holocron, but I needed a Jedi to open it. Two Jedi came to me after the first one died without giving me what I wanted, it was there I saw her. A master and then a padawan who looked too familiar and had the same name as your jewelyn, couldn't have been a coincidence. When I mentioned you, she didn't remember anything. Believes she was raised in the Jedi Temple her whole life. She has no idea who you are."

Aurra kept her face blank, but on the inside that hurt to hear, "Tell me more."

"You're asking the wrong person to give you more details on the matter," Bane told her seriously, "I only know that she doesn't remember and that she's a padawan. A young padawan at that."

Aurra leaned back in her pilot's chair, one hand clenched into a fist, "The Jedi had her all this time. Unkriffing believable. They took her and turned into another one of their arrogant snobby puppets!" Aurra kicked her counsel in anger, she was itching for a kill and would take far too much joy in ending her next target. "Those karks wiped her memory knowing damn well who she is."

Bane gazed at her with an odd look on his both. He was never one to wear his emotions on his sleeve or give them away in any fashion, but he allowed his expression to show his disbelief and mild concern. Once in the past he had been interrogated by Jedi, frankly he'd been unimpressed by their methods. Real interrogators scared their prisoners, made them hurt, borderline tortured or straight tortured them to get the information. Jedi didn't do that. It was weak.

"Could they really do that," Bane asked her, knowing her history with Jedi would provide an accurate answer.

"It's not a common practice, more aligned to the dark side than light side, but it has been done before," Aurra said through gritted teeth at the thought of them doing it to her.

Her anger and hatred for the Jedi spiked then, like gasoline being thrown on a campfire. The Jedi were going to regret the day they decided to take her jewel, to hide her and warp her into one of their own puppets. They had enough mindless followers, she was taking one of them back and would not dare let them get away with this. No, there would be a reckoning, hell to pay. Oh if she could, she would burn their whole Temple to the ground.

Aurra Sing was not an enemy someone wanted to have. She was a killer, ruthless in her craft, a formidable opponent and an excellent hunter. When her eyes were set on her prey, rarely did they ever escape her grasp. As her eyes narrowed at the holoimage still before her, now a bit smaller, she knew she needed to work out the perfect plan to ensure that she got her jewel back and the Jedi who took her would suffer a long, painful and slow death.

"What are you going to do now," Bane asked, arms crossed over his chest and genuinely curious.

"Get my jewel back," was all Aurra said with determination and anger.

Knowing there was nothing else he could tell her, she hung up the call and brought back the image to it's full view. The silence that followed weighed heavily on her as she let her mind process all she had learned. That the one thing she actually loved in the galaxy was alive, not only alive, but living as a Jedi padawan without any memory of her or their life. Aurra could barely believe it, but Bane knew better than to lie or trick her with this and she knew that her jewel would have never stayed willingly with the Jedi.

Her jewel. Aurra felt her gaze soften for a moment as she recalled the meaning behind such a name. The full word or even name was jewelyn, which translated in a long dead language she could hardly speak anymore meant most precious thing, brightest light or something akin to daughter. The idea used to make Aurra feel uneasy, but after losing her kid for so long, she had wished she hadn't been hesitant to fully accept such a thing. It was one of her biggest regrets and Aurra Sing had never been on to have regrets.

"You're my most prized possession after all," Aurra said, she was surprised at how much she meant those words, even if her tone was more flippant.

Big blue eyes looked up at her, "Like uh, like a jewel?"

"Yeah squirt," Aurra replied as she patted the child's head, getting both a smile and annoyed look from her, "Just like a jewel. My jewelyn."

"I'm you're jewel and you're my Seela."

Before Aurra could say anything about that, little arms wrapped around her neck and a small round face pressed against her neck. The Force seemed to hum around them, a warm embrace much like a blanket holding them there. Not saying anything more, Aurra wrapped her own arms around the little body and vowed on everything she was that nothing would hurt this jewel. No one would ever touch her daughter.

"My girl," Aurra whispered to herself as she studied the holoimage.

The holoimage was grainier than usual, but the image was clear enough to see. There, on her knees dressed in a red suit that covered her entire body aside from her face was a Togruta padawan, age fourteen, her orange skin and white markings only exposed on her face. There was a fierce look in her blue eyes, not taking kindly to being photographed no doubt. Young face still, but older than the image Aurra had in her mind since the last time she had seen this same Togruta girl.

Ahsoka Tano had been a pain in the ass at times with her snarky attitude and stubborness, but she was Aurra's pain in the ass who could take out any opponent and who knew no limits placed before her. All it took was one job to go wrong and Aurra's young, bright eyed partner had been lost. Well it seemed she wasn't physically lost anymore, but her mind had been. Minor setback, she would get her back on the 'right' path. Aurra closed the image, her mind spinning with plans. One way or another, she was getting her jewelyn back and Force help anyone who dared get in her way.