Heyo! Sorry this took forever to post, this site has been glitching like crazy! A huge thanks to dieFabuliererin for inviting me to co-write this with her! She's been wonderful to work with so far, and I can't wait to work on future chapters! Hope you guys enjoy!

TW: This story is about sexual harassment and assault. Nothing is graphic, or extreme, but please do take care or skip this story if you know that these topics are triggering to you. Thanks! :)

Ahsoka laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as if her answers would somehow magically appear in the drywall. Her new Master had sent her to bed about an hour ago, but she wasn't able to lull herself to sleep.

Teth was a vile mission. The look on Rex's face was haunting as he returned to the Resolute with only five other men. Ahsoka was sore in places she didn't even know she had muscles.

Besides the residue of physical exertion and the grief of the 501st being massacred, one other thing was lingering in Ahsoka's mind.

The caretaker droid inside the monastery said the detention level was dangerous, no place for a servant girl. He had been looking right at Ahsoka, his lifeless mechanical eyes seeming to bore into her own.

At the time, she didn't even digest his words before she ignited her lightsaber, shouting, "Do servant girls carry these? I'm a Jedi Knight!"

Anakin scolded her afterwards- calling her impulsive. What else was she meant to say? Was she just meant to remain silent?

Servant girl. What did that even mean?

Something just felt... wrong about being called that.

Ahsoka rolled over in bed, her nocturnal eyes landing on her lightsaber which sat on her bedside table.

Do servant girls carry these?

It was hopeless- sleeping was out of the question.

With a sigh, she did what the creche teachers had taught her to; go to a Master if she ever had a question. And that Master would have to be Anakin.

Trying not to wake anyone up, Ahsoka quietly made her way down the hallway to Anakin's quarters. He had shown her where they were when they first got back to the temple that night, so she knew where to find him.

She lifted her hand to knock at his door before pausing; would he even be awake?

Should she be bothering him with something like this?

Before she could walk away, the door opened.

Anakin was awake, sitting with his back to her at a workbench. He was tinkering with something she couldn't quite see, despite it being well past midnight.

"What's up, Snips?" He asked, sensing her presence.

He turned to her, his wrench still in hand, and saw how uneasy she looked. His eyebrows furrowed. "Something wrong?"

"No." She said. Her question about the caretaker droid poked at her mind, and she shook her head. "Well maybe, I don't know."

She noticed him scanning her for injury as if something could have happened to her in the mere hours they'd been back home.

He didn't find anything; of course.

"Can't sleep?"

"No, not really. It's just," Ahsoka sighed and stopped herself. "I'm interrupting what you're working on, aren't I?"

Her Master glanced at his workbench. Now that he'd moved a bit, she could see what looked to be a tactical droid head. "I was just trying to reprogram this old thing." He muttered. "But I need a break anyway, so go ahead. Here, actually-"

With a wave of his hand, a chair from the other side of the room floated towards him. He set it down across from his chair and gestured for her to take a seat. She did.

"Is there something you want to-"

"What did that droid mean?" She interrupted. her curiosity outweighing her manners.

Anakin paused, a beat of silence passing between them.

"What?"

"You know, when he thought I was a servant girl? It was weird, I don't understand."

Anakin sighed, setting down his wrench on the workbench to give her his full attention.

"Don't listen to protocol droids, Snips." He said, his voice serious, Even more serious than it was when she had dropped that wall on him earlier that day. "They never keep things to themselves, never shut their mouths when they should. I would know, I built one."

"But Master-"

Anakin held up a hand, "No buts."

It was frustrating; being sheltered like a child. She was tough enough to take it, whatever it was! She thought she had proved that to him already. She had fought off magna guards at Jabba's palace for Force sakes!

"You know, I'm not a stupid youngling." She muttered under her breath.

"You aren't." He agreed nonchalantly as he spun in his swivel chair to face his workbench again, ready to continue his work on the droid head. "If I thought you were, I wouldn't have trusted you with the huttlet today."

It was a small praise, but it meant the world to Ahsoka. He trusted her. She felt a smile growing on her face. "Really?"

"Of course." He turned to her one last time, giving her a lopsided grin. "You've got a lot of potential, kiddo. Potential that we're going to build on with training." He promised, setting a gloved hand on her shoulder. "But you won't do any good in training tomorrow morning if you're not well-rested."

Ahsoka looked down at the chrono on her utility belt, seeing that it was a few standard minutes past midnight. Oh. So, it was late.

"Go, get some sleep." He instructed.

"And you?"

"I'm nocturnal."

She rolled her eyes at him, but got up from her seat and walked towards his door.

"Goodnight!" He called after her. "No more thinking about that droid, okay?"

"Okay, Master." And with that, she was gone, walking to her own quarters for a good night's rest.

She didn't think of the droid again that night; she didn't for a long time.

It was only when she was a bit older that she understood what the droid meant. Seeing a young, female Togruta surrounded by older men was bound to make her look like some sort of pleasure slave.

The thought of being some sort of toy for the clones and her Master made her sick, but not as sick as she felt knowing that Anakin had hidden the truth from her. He made excuses when she went to him for help- he lied to her.

If only he knew that lying didn't shelter her.

It only hurt her more when she learnt the truth about the word: servant girl

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