Author's Note: Hi, everybody! Everyone still reeling from the ending of Part 1? Yes? Good;-) I know I can't be the only one who hates it when fics have a lot of angst in them, and then don't show any of the person's recovery. Well, I am here to fix that! I wrote a whole book for it XD But don't worry. It's not all fluff and cuddles, that's for sure. There's lots of twists and turns on the road to recovery, just like real life! Unlike Part 1, there will not be nearly as much "torture" though, so trigger warnings won't really be a thing. Anyways, let's get started shall we? Some of my favourite scenes are in this book! Hope you enjoy!


Chapter I

Ahsoka's awareness came back slowly. She put a hand to her head, wincing as an awful headache made itself known.

She carefully opened her eyes, not remembering where her punishment had placed her this time. It clearly wasn't Despair. It was impossible to mistake Despair.

She opened her eyes to soft lighting. But not from a grate in the ceiling, or from weak sunlight through clouds. Where was she? She roughly rubbed her eyes, trying to get the sleep out. There's no way she wasn't at least in the cave, she'd messed up so badly on that mission. The Jedi -

The Jedi.

She bolted upright.

She was in a room similar to her actual room back at Dooku's compound. It was also small, had dark-coloured walls and floors, and one little window. But this window didn't show the fog-covered ocean. No, out of this one there was nothing but the blue of hyperspace. The bed she lay in was set into the wall, and light came from a unit placed in the ceiling of the bunk, right above her head.

She reached a hand up and started tugging on her collar, subconsciously trying to calm her nerves. She didn't suppose it would ever come off now. No one but her Master had known how. Not that the blasted thing had done its job. But that didn't matter now. She had bigger problems to deal with.

Why she wasn't in a cell, she didn't know. But, somehow, she would work it to her advantage. She had definitely never been on a ship like this though, so she wasn't sure - yet - how to figure out a way off.

Oh well. One step at a time. The first? Get out of bed.

Swinging her legs over the side, she stood up, gingerly. Paused. Phew. Still upright. At least one thing is going right.

Her self-congratulations immediately came to a stop as she took a step… and her legs buckled underneath her.

She let out a cry, her face contorting in pain as her injured back collided with the floor. The shock of it stole her breath. All she could do was lay there gaping like a fish out of water… and that's when the Jedi walked in.

"Ahsoka!" The one called Skywalker shouted, rushing forward, holding out a hand.

She batted his hands away, willing her fear at the sudden sight of him to stay off her face. Instead, she tried to summon anger in its place. "Don't touch me!" Her voice was rough from disuse and the electrical burn that coated her throat and mouth, and she could tell the sound of it surprised him. She glared at him, mildly surprised that he listened, as she got control of her breathing and slowly pushed up to standing. Didn't they want revenge for whatever she'd done to escape them the first time? Why did this one seem… concerned?

"Anakin," one of them called, and Skywalker clenched his fist before rejoining the others.

She counted three of them, crowding the small room, filling it up so she felt trapped. She hadn't been near this many people - and ones she didn't know at that - at once in… she didn't even know. Backing up into the corner where the bunk met the wall, she crouched down slightly, trying to find her own space and calm her racing heart.

Her eyes darted between them, running through the names she'd heard. Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and… the orange-skinned one she'd slashed on the supply mission.

She cocked her head at him, smiling slightly to herself at the sight of his bandaged forearm. Her aim had been true. Good.

"Ahsoka," Obi-wan said softly, holding out a bowl of something green. It had a wonderful aroma. "We thought you would be hungry. It's your favourite, topato stew." He gently set the bowl on the bed beside her and stepped back. He waved a hand. "Please, sit down. We only want you to be comfortable. We'd like to talk with you, if you don't mind."

She glanced at the bowl, then back at them.

"It is not poisoned, if that is what is on your mind, Little 'Soka," said a slow, measured, mechanical voice.

She frowned at him, taking offence at his use of "little". Was he mocking her inability to mask her pain? "Do you think I'm weak?" She tried to hiss. Her dizziness made it tricky, but the need to repudiate her Master and prove herself capable of his teachings outweighed everything. If she was to die at these "Jedi's" hands, she would make sure they knew how capable her Master was. "I'll have you know I can do a full day's labour on one meal." She raised her chin proudly.

Anakin's brows furrowed. "Why would you need to?"

Her legs shook slightly in their crouched position, so she quickly sat on the bed before they could give out. Anakin and Obi-wan took seats on the remaining furniture, beside each other. The other one leaned against the back of Obi-wan's chair. She eyed them, confusion filling her mind. This was not the interrogation she'd been expecting.

Trying to make it seem casual, she picked up the bowl, choosing to address her answer to it rather than the Jedi. "I make mistakes. Punishment comes from mistakes, at night. And it does not come with food." She felt, more than saw, the Jedi look at each other as she took a sip of the stew. It was absolutely delicious, but it hurt her burned mouth quite a bit. Like a warrior should, though, she pushed past the pain.

Obi-wan noticed though, quickly getting up to hold out a straw. "Sorry, I was supposed to give you this."

Reluctantly, she took it, taking a small test sip. Okay, that is better, she had to admit.

Obi-wan sat forward in his chair. "Ahsoka, what exactly do you remember?"

She blinked. "Of what?"

"Of - " He paused, his face screwing up in concentration as he searched for words. "Of your time with Dooku."

Ahsoka thought for a minute. On the one hand, she didn't want to betray her Master's confidence. On the other, if she told these Jedi the truth, they might begin to trust her, sooner rather than later. And she could take advantage of trust.

Good. Now she had a plan. Of sorts.

She went to take another sip of stew and discovered there was none left. Blast. She wished there was more.

She stared at the last few drops, lost in her thoughts.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin prompted her. She didn't look up.

"I don't know." She spoke aloud to the soup bowl. It was far easier to focus on this small item in her hands than to be the object of these Jedi's intense stares. "It all blurred together in the end. The first thing I remember is waking up in the infirmary. I was… horrified by my reflection in the mirror. Though I didn't know why." Her tone was dreamy and low, and she felt her consciousness trying to drift. She set the bowl aside. "He came in then. I didn't like the look of him at first. But then…" Her hand drifted to her collar, resting there. "Then my Master explained everything."


Author's Note: I know, I know, it was a short one. That's why I'm giving y'all the first two! It'll be the same posting schedule as last time. And as always, you can check my bio for updates on current WIP's and next scheduled posting dates. And remember! Faves and follows are wonderfully appreciated, but comments are a writer's bread-and-butter! ;-) *heart hands*