Heyo guys! Here's chapter two! The trigger warning still applies, so take care if needed. I hope you enjoy! :)

Anakin was off with her.

It had been a week since they came back from Mortis, and he hadn't spoken a word to her.

Whenever she felt his eyes on her, she would turn, only for him to look away.

She knew he was hiding something or else he would've asked her to join him and Obi-Wan for the report to the Council.

She sat in her quarters on the Resolute, avoiding the clones and the Admiral who all had questions about the mysterious few seconds where they seemed to vanish, when really, they were on Mortis for several days.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

Could they have dreamt about Mortis?

Ahsoka still didn't know.

It was possible, but dreams usually fade from memory, and she could remember every detail of Mortis.

Well, everything except for one small part which seemed to be the reason why Anakin and Obi-Wan were avoiding her.

She remembered going to follow Anakin to help Obi-Wan in the cockpit and there suddenly being an ice-cold grip around her throat. The Son's voice was right against her montral, asking why they were leaving so soon.

The Force creature lifted her up by her neck, staring into her eyes with extreme interest. His pupilless red eyes looked right at her soul.

Not without this, you won't.

Then, they were falling. She heard Anakin shout her name from the ship as the Son laughed like cackling lightning. He transformed into an overgrown bat with a face as ugly as a gargoyle, grabbing her arms in a vice-like grip as they fell to the surface of Mortis.

Everything went dark.

She came to in a room, her hands and feet restrained, leaving her exposed to the long, dark hallway ahead of her. There was no point in struggling, but she still tried her best to dislodge the bonds. Her gut did not have a good feeling about what could happen to her.

There was a small alien creature, speaking to her with sympathy.

He called her a child- she hated that word.

She almost started trusting the small creature before he bit her arm.

She didn't remember anything after that.

"You are alone now." He mused, walking around her. "If you are to survive, you must forget your Master."

He took her wrist, a wave of dizziness washed over her before everything became a blur- one moment indistinguishable from the next.

She had her lightsaber ignited at one point, and her shoto too. Anakin kept saying that it wasn't her and she needed to snap out of it. The Son thanked her, taking something from her hand. Something dark and cold burned inside her chest, seeping through her veins like poison without an antidote.

"Ahsoka! Wake up!"

She snapped her eyes open, lurching forwards and nearly colliding with Anakin's head as he shook her shoulders. Gasping, she scrambled for her Master, trying to grab his vambraces before the Son could take her away again.

"It's okay, it's okay," he murmured, holding her close. She blinked rapidly, telling herself that she was in her quarters and the Son wasn't there anymore. She and Anakin were safe, Obi-Wan too.

"He can't hurt you anymore, Ahsoka."

"What did he do to me?" She begged, leaning into his embrace. That was the clearest memory from Mortis; waking up cold and immediately being hugged by Anakin, his warmth seeping through her bones.

Anakin didn't respond, only pulling back to take her hands. She flinched as his fingers passed her wrist, and Anakin noticed, "You alright?"

"Yeah," she shook her head- he was trying to change the subject. "Anakin, please tell me what happened."

He ignored her, holding her elbow firmly and tugging off her glove. Ahsoka frowned; what was he looking for?

She followed his gaze to the underside of her wrist where a perfect crescent moon sat in scar tissue, black against her orange skin.

Surely that wasn't from...

"Master…" her lip trembled as he traced the scar with his fingertip.

His eyes flashed darkly, "Medbay, now."

Kix and Coric had questions.

Ahsoka felt smothered as they poked and prodded at the scar across her wrist, asking Anakin's permission to take blood samples and run tests.

"It's humanoid," Sergeant Coric said, gripping her forearm to see the scar under the bright fluorescent light.

Kix looked at her expectantly, "Commander?"

"I- I don't know," she admitted, shifting nervously on the examination table. It felt too hot inside the medbay, even though she knew it was kept cool due to the number of medicines being stored there.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Coric asked, abandoning all sense of formality. "Were you unconscious?"

"I-" Force, why did she sound so choked? There was no need to get upset over any of this. "I was knocked out- I think."

"We ought to run a scan of her head." Kix told Anakin, not even glancing her way. "Togruta headgear is… complicated, sir."

"She wasn't knocked out." Anakin said, watching her with a grim expression.

Kix looked between them, "Then how did she go unconscious?"

Ahsoka didn't have an answer, and Anakin didn't even acknowledge the medic's question.

Coric put his hands on his hips sternly, "We're going to need some answers if we are to treat the Commander properly."

Ahsoka was close to tears. She looked at Anakin, silently pleading for him to say something, but the Knight remained silent.

"Commander-"

"I don't kriffing know!" She snapped, her anger getting the better of her. Her chest heaved whilst Coric recoiled, eyes wide at her outburst.

"Ahsoka-" Anakin warned.

"You won't tell me anything!" She exclaimed, "All you've done is ignore me and whenever I ask what that monster did to me, you pretend nothing happened!"

"Monster?" Kix repeated, his voice shaking as the worst-case scenario processed in his mind, "Sir, were you taken advan-"

"No!" Ahsoka and Anakin exclaimed at the same time.

"Calm down, Snips." Anakin said, the playful use of her nickname a stark contrast to his stern tone.

She didn't know she was hyperventilating until Coric put a hand on her shoulder. She lurched backwards, the memory of the Son's cold hands against her skin resurfacing.

The medic lifted his palms in a display of surrender, talking silently with Kix through facial expressions alone.

"I think the General and I should have a chat in the office." The Sergeant said eventually, stepping away. "Kix, check the Commander for any other injuries and then send her off for bed rest."

She gritted her teeth, "I'm right here, Coric."

"Cut the attitude." Anakin snapped, running his hand through his hair.

Ahsoka bit her tongue to hold back a snarky retort. All she wanted was to get out of that medbay as soon as possible.

After Anakin and Coric left, she looked back at the crescent scar on her wrist, trying with all her might to focus on the blurry parts of her memory.

"The General's just worried about you, sir." Kix said, scrolling through a datapad. "He didn't mean to get angry."

She forced the most convincing smile she could, not wanting to fall out with the clone medic as well as her Master. "I know, Kix; it's fine."

"And the wound doesn't look infected, but we'll run a blood sample just in case." He walked across the room to get the necessary equipment. "Would hate to miss something."

She let him take the sample without any complaint or protest. Even when he pushed the needle into the crook of her elbow, Ahsoka didn't make a sound. She was entirely focused on what Anakin was telling Coric in the office.

Was he coming up with some elaborate lie, or did the Sergeant get to hear the truth that even she didn't know yet?

"Nearly done." Kix told her, "Relax your arm; you're going tense."

"Sorry," she muttered, trying to let her arm go limp.

If Coric gets told what happened to her, then can she order the clone to tell him? Is that allowed? Surely, the patient is allowed to know what happened to them, and Coric can't outrank her unless her health or someone else's is in danger.

"There." She heard the clatter of the needle dropping into the sharps bin, then she felt Kix press a cotton pad to her arm, stopping it from bleeding. "Feel alright?"

"I've had a blood test before." Her gaze returned to the scar across her wrist. It was prominent against her orange skin under the white lighting- how hadn't she noticed it?

"We can prescribe ointments that can reduce the scar's appearance." Kix said, pressing a plaster against the tiny puncture wound to keep it clean.

Ahsoka frowned. She was already forgetting about Mortis, so should she forget about the physical mark too?

Then again, if she didn't hide it, more people would ask about where it came from. How was she supposed to answer?

"That would be good, Kix, thanks."

"No problem, Commander."

Outside the room, she saw the office door open. Anakin stepped out, rubbing both hands down his face as he left the medbay, not even sparing her a glance.

Coric came out a moment later, joining her and Kix in the examination room but avoiding her eyes.

"Is she clear, Kix?"

The young medic nodded, "Yes."

"Then you're free to leave, Commander." Coric was about to leave again, but he glanced over his shoulder at her, "The General wants to speak to you in the mess."

She stepped inside the canteen- almost cautiously. Her predator eyes scanned for the Knight, spotting him against the back wall. Rex was stood beside Anakin and judging by their facial expressions as she got closer, they were exchanging banter instead of discussing something serious.

It was good they had something to joke about.

When her Master saw her coming, he nodded at the Captain to leave. Ahsoka inhaled sharply, straightening her shoulders.

"You wanted to see me, Master."

"Sit down, Snips." He told her, wearing his signature smirk although it was forced.

She sat opposite him, taking the cup of caf he pushed towards her, "Thanks."

"No problem." He waited until she took a sip before speaking. "I think it's fair to say I owe you an explanation."

Relief filled her, but she was also conscious that they were in a public space with the other clones, "Here?"

"Sure." He gave her a funny look, "You know… the Son didn't do anything funny to you, Ahsoka."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, her stomach churning slightly.

"Well," Anakin rubbed the back of his neck- a nervous habit, "He didn't violate you, or anything." Then he laughed.

Ahsoka pressed her lips together, trying her hardest to not burst into tears. She knew Anakin was uncomfortable talking about such a thing, but what if the Son had done something to her? Would Anakin just brush it off with a nervous laugh like he was doing now?

"So," she looked down into her caf, "what did he do?"

"He…" Anakin was obviously struggling to find the right words, and that didn't help Ahsoka's stress levels, "He changed you."

She flinched, still avoiding his eyes, "How?"

"Through the Force, I think." She spared him a glance, noticing his deep frown, "It was like he completely brainwashed you- you weren't yourself."

She shuddered inwardly, "What did I do?"

"You… tried to kill me and Obi-Wan." He caught her eyes, his glare narrowed, "It was like you were possessed by the Darkside or something."

Ahsoka shakily lifted a hand to her lips.

She couldn't-

She's stronger than that. She's stronger than the Darkside. She isn't like Dooku; she'd never want to be like him. Then. why did she turn against her Master and Obi-Wan?

Are you proud of me, Master?

He's right; right about everything. You must join him. He only wants what's best for the universe.

Always with the criticism, Master. Never really believing in me… trusting me. Well, I don't need you anymore.

"Snips." She snapped her head up, feeling Anakin touch her hand, his fingers laying over the scar. He was looking at her, concern etched in his eyes.

She drew her hand back, her entire body trembling, "I… I tried to kill you."

"It wasn't you." Anakin sighed, leaving his hand to lay in between them on the tabletop. "That bite mark; I think the Son poisoned you."

She felt tears brim in her eyes as she took a shaky breath, "Why me?"

It was the only question she could ask.

"Because he wanted to get to me." Anakin told her, "He wanted to see me suffer."

"Did you fight me?"

He nodded slowly, "Only to hold you off. You were really… gone."

She dropped her head, begging herself to hold back the tears, "How did you save me?"

"I nearly couldn't." She heard Anakin take a deep breath as if he were bracing himself. "When the Son was done with you, he killed you."

She looked back at him, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

How did she know this was coming?

Maybe it was the coldness that seemed to permanently reside in her bones since they got back. Or the occasional tightness in her chest which made her wince. Perhaps it was the way Anakin was constantly looking at her like she was dead.

"I'm sorry for not telling you." Anakin muttered, offering his hand upwards.

Taking a deep breath, she intertwined their fingers, letting him ground her. "How did I survive?"

"The Daughter." He said. "She gave up her life for yours."

"Oh."

"Try not to think about it too much, Snips." Anakin sighed, standing up to rest a hand on her shoulder. "You're alive, that's the main thing. There were worse things the Son could've done to you."

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