Anakin didn't know how long it had been since Dooku had come and taken Ahsoka away. To him it had felt like years, but it had probably only been days. His original boredom and frustration had been replaced with fear. What were they doing to her? If Dooku hurt her… Anakin sighed. It was all my fault, he thought. She was like a little sister to him and he felt responsible for her.

Anakin was worried. Ahsoka had been gone far too long. Whilst his impatience and fear made time drag on, he still knew that no interrogation should last this long. She should've been back by now. What if they'd killed her? He was filled with dread at the mere thought of it. NO! She's fine. Dooku wouldn't kill her. There was no reason to keep him alive and kill her. Was there? But he couldn't stop the dark side of his mind wondering and worrying about her.

Hours later, Anakin was still thinking about her. "I thought Jedi had no fear. Fear leads to the dark side." Dooku was standing in the doorway smirking at him. Anakin stood up "Where is she?" he yelled at Dooku, who just chuckled to himself. "If you don't tell me where she is-" "I don't think you're in any position to be making threats, young Skywalker" He stepped back and gestured to Anakin. Two droids step forward and grab Anakin. He threw them both at a wall, he wasn't in the mood to be pushed around, all he could think about was Ahsoka. He ran at Dooku, who stopped him, using the force to suspend him in mid-air.

"Now, now, that's no way to behave if you care about the welfare of your pathetic little padawan." Anakin froze. So, she was ok. But Dooku still had her somewhere. Or was he bluffing? He had no way of knowing. Until he knew for sure, he'd have to tread very carefully.

Anakin regained consciousness back in his cell. The interrogation came flooding back to him. He tried to sit up, but there were deep gashes on his back. He fell back to the floor, nearly backing out. He was stiff from all the electricity that had run through him. His brain was still slow. Suddenly, he remembered Ahsoka! How could he have forgotten her?! Where was she? Dooku had threatened her earlier, what if he hurt her because he had refused to say anything?

Ahsoka's POV

Ahsoka sat curled up against a wall, trying to make herself as small as possible. She thought back to a few days earlier, when Dooku had sold her. She was only a padawan, not important. In his opinion, she was not worth keeping, there was no dire need to kill her, so he may as well make a few extra credits.

She shivered, she was underground and there were tears in her thin clothes from the whips. She shifted, trying to make herself comfortable. The shock collar felt heavy and unfamiliar around her neck. There were other slaves in the room, sleeping or crying or staring into space. They were not like her. They had given up hope. I will never give in to the slavers, Ahsoka decided, I am a Jedi.

But a small corner of her mind, couldn't help but think, what if they are right to give in? Wouldn't that just be easier? No one knows you are here. There's nobody coming for you. Why are you fighting it? My master cares about me, she reasoned, he would never stop looking for me, he would search the whole galaxy to find me. Your master has been captured by Dooku, he's not coming. He might even be dead. The thought of that nearly made Ahsoka cry, but she was determined not to. She wouldn't show them any weakness. She wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

There was the sound of metal scraping against metal as the door clanked open. Light streamed in and the slaves blinked, pressing themselves even further into corners, as if they wished that the wall could just swallow them up. There was a shout of "Get up" and they all got to their feet. Ahsoka put all thoughts of Anakin out of her mind.

A/N

I have re-uploaded this chapter, as there was a problem with it before. Thanks Ahsokalives2223 for letting me know.