POV: Anakin Skywalker
Ahsoka slept soundly in the back of the small ship we acquired. It was big enough to hold a month supply of food and both of our fighters and hyperspace rings. Force knows what we'll need and where we're going. It was similar to a VXC-100 freighter but custom-made to have the Jedi essentials. Two rooms, a bathroom and a small food storage area and a cargo hold big enough for supplies and the fighters.

I had considered asking Padme for a nabooian cruiser since they had a faster hyperdrive and compared to this were a tad more luxurious but instantly regretted even thinking about it. The baby…it'll have no father…

I shook my head. No. It's me and Ahsoka now. No order. No Coruscant. No friends. No Republic. Yoda claimed us as MIA and nothing more.

"Outer Rim, they are diplomatic mission. Returned, they have not."

That was the message he had given the tabloids and the rest of the temple. We were practically dead to the galaxy.

The droid. The WACK, it was out-dated. There were far better droids out there but no this thing was ancient. Literally ancient. Copper joints, nickel plating, it was the stuff of the Old Republic. From the First, Jedi millennia. It was programmed differently, it talked differently, it had a consciousness about it.

"Are you okay, Master Jedi? You seem distracted," its mechanic voice said.

"Yes, thank you. Where are you taking us?"

"That is something I cannot answer. But the weather Master Jedi, it does seem to revolve around you and your Jedi lady friend".

I couldn't shake it from my head. The first words it had said to me was unsettling. But it spoke the truth as we had left Coruscant. The top hemisphere was stormy, the bottom was clear and the sunshine broke through.

The further away from familiar space and war-ridden planets we traveled the clearer and stronger my connection to the Force grew. The further away from the conflict, the more it sang sweet harmonic tones, calling for my presence to be submerged within it. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax, Ahsoka sleeping soundly across the hall. My eyelids grew heavy and everything felt exactly as it was meant to be.

'You are the Chosen One, Anakin. Ahsoka and your fates are intertwined. Do not be selfish, learn to love and draw strength from emotion but also reason. DO NOT LOSE YOURSELF. Love her Anakin, LOVE H-'

*knock knock!*

I jerked awake, immediately sitting up and pinching the bridge of my nose. That voice in my dream… it was Qui Gon Jinn. I sleepily go up, dressed lazily in pants and a loose long sleeve shirt. There was no need for Jedi robes anymore, we weren't one of them… I shuffled my feet to the door and opened it, Ahsoka stood there, dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts, the crystal hanging on a piece of nerf-hide around her neck.

I yawned, rubbing my eyes, leaning heavily on the door frame to keep me from falling.

"Yes, Ahsoka?" I asked without making eye contact.

"Do you mind if I come and lay down with you. I feel stupid for asking but I really just want to be here with you right now".

I was taken aback by her words. Her mind wasn't as clouded as before, it seemed as though that being further away from the presence of the war was helping her remember.

We've been traveling for over a standard Coruscanti rotation and the hyperdrive was almost at the point of overheating. I had no idea where we were. Artoo had attempted to lock down where in the galaxy we were but had failed to do so. The last thing he managed to scan was the neebray in the Kaliida Nebula, Balmorra Run… it was a fleeting blip as we traveled straight past it, further into the Outer Rim…unfamiliar territory to the Jedi.

I bit savagely into a jogan fruit, its sweet tangy flesh coating my mouth. I reminisced in its taste. It's always been a favorite of mine. I sat in the cargo hold taking a quick break from practicing my lightsaber technique. It was the only thing keeping me from going insane lately from being cooped inside the same damn ship. Whenever refueling was necessary the stupid WACK refused to let anyone get off the ship except for itself.

The last system I recall landing in was that of Yavin, refueling on Yavin four one its many moons. A duel over the Massassi temple against Ventress four months post the first battle of Geonosis, was one that as a padawan was reckless and foolish, denying Obi wan's advice and going against Orders. It was the first time I had tasted the dark side to win a battle which certainly turned out to be wrong. I found myself in the temple the following months, closely watched by the beady eyes of the temple masters.

I re-activated my lightsaber and turned down the intensity to stun. Repeating the same practice I've done for years, I went through the basics forms of attacks and blocks.

Left shoulder…right shoulder…left leg…right, leg…torso…jab…head…repeat.
Left, right, left, left, right, duck, right, sweep, jump, flip, push, right, left, spin…repeat.

I had Ahsoka's blades hidden in a compartment in my fighter…I feel like I've betrayed her for bringing them but who knows when you need extra weapons…she might want them back.

I was tempted to practice with them. Who knows where this damned droid is taking us. The Force called me to. It urged me to get the lightsabers and practice.

I glanced to the singular door into the hangar. I closed my eyes and searched for Ahsoka, she was still sleeping soundly in my room.

I let out a breath walking to my fighter and slipping the unfamiliar weight of her shoto into my hand. It had been a while since I had used one.

"Artoo, do me a favor and use this for a little bit," I called, throwing a blaster set to stun at his wheels.

I took a stance, holding the blades in my preferred grip. I never quite understand how she could wield such a blade in a reverse grip.

Her green-yellow hue blade hummed brightly next to my azure one as they absorbed the stun bolts with ease. I quickly changed to a reverse grip on the shoto and swiftly managed to defend against the bolts quicker and easier with minimal effort.

POV: Ahsoka Tano
I awoke from what felt like a deep slumber, my head foggy which quickly cleared as I insisted on getting up and stretching my muscles. I yawned and took in my surroundings, Anakin's scent quickly filling my nostrils. My pulse quickened as I once again had awoken and forgotten that we, together had left the Jedi Order and were being chauffeured across the galaxy by a very insistent droid.

One moment I was finding new lightsaber crystals, the next the med-wing and now back to where I had started. Without the Order and without a place to call home…home.

Tears started their way into my eyes as the sense of betrayal filled my blood- the hum, the hymn of the crystal filled my ears, followed by a blinding white light.

I find myself caught in this conflict. It's like a prison within my own mind. Whenever I try to console the past, to remember something within the past month, the force blocks me from seeing the truth of what happened, the truth about the bombing of the temple. It comes and goes in flashes of memory which is quickly banished from my mind.

I try to talk to Anakin but my body won't let me. It will not let me speak my own mind. I have no control. Slowly being consumed by this darkness that refuses to be let out.

I walked across the hall and into my room, pulling on a thin gray cardigan. My eyes laid upon the final pieces to building my new lightsaber hilts. I had been putting off building them for so long, too consumed and worried to let Anakin see the lost memories inside. My memory of the last few days is clouded, I don't remember doing much except building my lightsabers and the gray dura-steel of the ship.

I closed my eyes and searched the force for Anakin's presence, he was in the cargo/hangar bay.

I gently walked down the hallway, enjoying the cool feeling of metal biting at the warmth of my feet. Still half asleep, I rubbed my montrals, a headache lingering at the back of my head.

The hangar door slid open and I stood above on the over-hanger leaning heavily on my railing. He hadn't noticed my entrance.

He stood firmly in a back-stance, sweat beading down his face, his hair sticking and sloping to one side. He blocked bolt after bolt as I tried to wake up, his lightsaber and a green…

I frowned, a cold feeling consuming my body as I heavily gripped onto the metal underneath my hands. That was my shoto… An instant pain set into my head as I winced trying to recall how I had lost it.

It slid from my hand…down…down…down…pipe district…Barriss…

I grabbed my head.

"No…" I whispered out.

The night I had spent in the med-wing… was it because of this?

I clutched my stomach as a sickening feeling rose within as I stood up, refusing to let this memory fade. I glanced back down at Anakin and focussed upon the hilt of my shoto… I closed my eyes and summoned it to my hand.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin shouted, eyes wide, fear setting deep into force surrounding him.

The cool metal of the hilt attaching itself to my hand as I opened my eyes, studying the hilt.

The crystal fell from around my neck.

The running…Ahsoka, you need to come back with me…the betrayal...we can sort this out…fear……Ahsoka I do trust you…I'm asking you to trust me now…lost…you're cloak please…caught…Barriss Offee!... the death of a padawan…the countless nights Anakin spent next to me… the dreadful night I was plagued this trauma and pushed Anakin across the room… the force forsaken crimson blades I could've died upon…

I collapsed to my knees. I could see Anakin's silhouette run towards me, his arms enveloping me as the sickening feeling rose to my mouth as my heart got ripped out of my chest.

"Ahsoka, you're okay now, you're safe," his words flew over my head as he attempted to sooth me.

Tears bled down my face as the memory came back. We were no longer Jedi…and Anakin is doing this to save my sanity… me, Ahsoka Tano. Anakin Skywalker chose me to save over the galaxy.

I looked up at Anakin through blurred vision, a wave of relief washing over me, "Anakin…I remember. Everything".