Ahsoka spent the weekend much more relaxed after her talk with Granger. He was hurting, but he was okay and he wasn't mad at her. It was enough for now, and hopefully, he would heal.

She kept going back to 10-4 to train on using her flexibility like Tawnya wanted her to. She had also been working on using her agility and balance, even though both weren't up to her usual standard without the Force. They had figured out that if she managed to cling to the limb of an attacker and force them to carry all of her weight, she could catch them off guard every time. She had practiced on Obi and a few others that were unfortunate enough to pass by. Their shoulders were going to be sore for a day or two, but Ahsoka was better than ever. This was proof, proof that she didn't need the Force to fight.

She had to go back to work on Monday, though. Clocking in and getting to work, Ahsoka checked first for any ships that had come in. There was one that needed a thruster repair, but that was it.

Walking into the garage, she saw the last person she expected to be at work that early in the morning: Granger.

She raised an eye mark. "Well, someone's feeling better."

He rolled his eyes. "Watch it, Tano. No need to go all wishy-washy on me now."

"I genuinely do not know what that means."

He snorted, unable to keep up his guard. Ahsoka smiled, knowing that if he could laugh then he was making progress emotionally. He was nowhere near done, he couldn't be, but it was better than nothing.

Granger walked over to the door to the shop but paused before it opened. "Thanks again for dropping by last week. I owe you one."

She held up a hand. "You don't owe me anything. Just get to work before Fuller hunts me down to ask how it went."

He nodded and left without another word. Ahsoka just smiled and started dismantling the thruster.

Nearly an hour later, Ahsoka finished tightening the casing bolts when someone snuck up behind her. "Okay, what did you do?"

Ahsoka nearly threw the wrench back at the speaker, but stopped herself and instead contained her surprise to a jump. "Don't scare me like that!" She admonished, finally seeing who was it that had done so. It was Wheeler.

A laughing Wheeler. "I didn't think anyone could scare you. Is your power turned off or what?"

The Togruta returned to her work after glaring at her. "Something like that. It's complicated."

"Fair enough," Wheeler shrugged. "So what did you do to Granger?"

"What makes you think I had anything to do with it?" Ahsoka asked, even though she knew it was a stupid question because she had everything to do with it.

Wheeler wasn't buying it either. "Spill. What did you say to him?"

Ahsoka set the wrench down in her toolbox. "Did he tell you anything?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "Just that he needed some time off, and that's why he was gone."

"So nothing?"

"Basically."

"I figured out why he hasn't liked me all that much recently," Ahsoka answered honestly. "It turns out we've known the same person, and that was what had caused everything. We cleared it up last week."

"Huh," Wheeler responded, pulling her to her feet. "About time, honestly. Does this mean he's done glaring at you all the time?"

Ahsoka shrugged. "Maybe. Probably less than before, at any rate."

They walked back into the shop so Ahsoka could complete the report for the thruster and Wheeler could get back to work. Luce was chatting with Granger while they worked on a pair of land speeders, and while Luce awkwardly stopped talking, Granger made no acknowledgment of her presence. Compare to the wrathful glare he used to give her, stubborn ignorance was a vast improvement.

As she walked by, he stuck out his leg to trip her. Ahsoka barely jumped over it in time, but she kicked his shin on her way. As he groaned and held his leg in pain, she smirked. "That's karma for you."

He flipped her off, but she could tell he was fighting off a grin. Wheeler, Luce, and Thyla and Journey, who had just walked in, all froze and watched, entirely confounded by the sudden friendly rivalry between the two.

Well, Ahsoka thought, that's one less problem I have to deal with.

Nearly everyone except Fuller came up to her asking about the newly founded truce between her and Granger. Since it didn't seem that he was sharing details about Kalifa, not that she blamed him, she couldn't answer everything they wanted to know. She did her best to satisfy their curiosity, but there was only so much she could do.

She clocked out at 5:34, ready to go home and eat. She was packing her bag when the door to the staff room opened. Granger walked in, his own bag slung over one shoulder.

"I realized that I missed your birthday," he reminded her. "Do you mind if I make up for it tonight?"

She pulled her blaster out of her locker and shut the door. "If this is still about making up for earlier..."

He shook his head. "It's not, but I feel guilty about...well, the past month. Just this once, I promise."

Ahsoka recognizes that maybe there was more to it than what he was saying and that it could help him recover, so she decided to accept. "If you insist. Although technically, everyone missed my birthday. I didn't realize celebrating it was a thing until the day after."

Granger chuckled. "Figures. Come on, I think you'll like this."

Always up for an adventure, she followed him out of the back door and out to the Chasm. Apparently he knew about it too. Not that she was surprised.

"I hope you're ready for a climb," he warned her. "We're going all the way up. This place is on Level 50-5."

"Bring it on," she challenged. "We both know I could go longer than you."

"Ouch," he complained, wincing, but Ahsoka showed no remorse. She could bring as much snark to the table as he could, and now she wasn't hesitant to do so.

After half an hour of climbing ladders, they made it up to the top of the Chasm. Granger turned to walk out to the street, but Ahsoka lingered over the edge of the walkway. She had never been to the top before. She couldn't stay long, though, because she had to keep up with Granger.

They went straight into the middle of the sector, where all of the crowds were. They weren't as bad as they were on weekends, but it was over 40 levels up from where Ahsoka lived and much more densely populated. The buildings also seemed to be in slightly better condition, with more of the surface vibe to them.

Granger led her to a restaurant right in the thick of the city, but when she went in, it wasn't like the ones she was accustomed to. Instead of waiters and a closed kitchen, food was laid out in trays, with lines of people cycling through them. Waiters replaced the trays every once in a while, but the customers served themselves.

"Ever been to a buffet before, Tano?" Granger asked, gesturing to the scene.

"No," she admitted, "not like this. Not with this many options."

He grinned, elbowing her in the side. "First time for everything. This way, the taco bar is the best."

It was really good. Ahsoka heaped hers with spices and flavors, while Granger looked on with a fairly bland combination in comparison. He paid for their meals at the end of the line, and after they had sat down at a table, he teased her, asking, "You got enough on your plate there?"

"Look," she protested, "if this place is going to offer multiple flavors, I'm taking them."

"Someone's hungry," he commented, before biting into his own meal. They ate for a minute in silence, before he asked, "So what did you mean by 'not with this many options'?"

Ahsoka swallowed before answering. "I used to eat in mess halls nearly every day. Technically, the Temple calls it the meal hall, but it's the same thing. They don't serve tacos, though."

"What do they give you?"

"Rations. They're bland and tasteless, and I don't miss them. It's one of the things I like about living in the Lower Levels."

He laughed, taking a drink of water. "That's the government for you."

For once, she didn't try to defend her old lifestyle. "I'm starting to get that, thanks."

"Listen," he said after a moment. "I nee-well, I don't need to tell you, but you should know. It's about when I talked to Fuller earlier."

Concern washed over Ahsoka's face. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head. "No, no, nothing's wrong, it's just...I'm leaving next week."

Ahsoka sat speechless for a second. "Leaving the shop?"

"Leaving Coruscant. I've bought my ticket and I'm heading out on Friday."

She had no words for him. She had expected that he had wanted to talk, but not about this.

He looked down at his food. "I was thinking over the weekend after you left, and I realized I don't have much of a reason to stay here. If she's not...up there, then.."

"There's no point," she finished for him.

Granger sighed. "Yeah. I just figured you should be the first to know, after Fuller."

Ahsoka nodded. As much as his decision shocked her, it was familiar. Two years ago she had made the same decision.

"Where are you going?" She asked him. "Or is there not a plan yet?"

"Alderaan," he answered, picking up a salt shaker for no reason. "Somewhere new. Have you been there?"

She nodded. "A fresh start, somewhere with no memories."

"Yeah," he affirmed. "I found an apartment in the suburbs, and I sent a message to the owner. Hopefully, they'll get back to me sooner rather than later."

"Are you worried?" She asked him, interested.

He shrugged, rather at ease despite announcing that he was changing his whole life. "I don't know what I'm gonna do once I'm there. I won't be looking for anyone, so...but I'll find work, and settle in, kinda like you."

Ahsoka took another bite of her taco (the last bite actually) before she thought of something. "You'll have a nice change of scenery. Not to mention that the air will be a lot fresher on the surface."

He stared at her. "What?"

She grinned. "Everything is above ground on Alderaan. Even the suburbs are on the surface. You're going to be able to see the sky for once."

Granger leaned back in his chair, mind blown. Ahsoka giggled at his astonishment. "You didn't think of that, did you?" She asked.

"No, I didn't," he moaned. "Oh God, that'll be weird. I haven't gone to the surface in forever."

There's that 'god' word again, she noted but ignored it for the time being.

"Seriously, though, it's cool with you?" He asked her. "You're not mad or anything?"

Ahsoka shook her head. "Believe me, I've been in your place before. That is your choice to make." She paused as she remembered the night she walked away before Tyrannus showed up. "Changing your life like that is big, but if it needs to happen then it's not my place to interfere."

She stared off into space, and Granger remembered that she had a bit of experience in leaving. He wanted to say something, but his mind was blank. All he could say was, "Any tips?"

"Make friends," she said, snapping back to the present. "I would have died weeks ago if I didn't have people looking out for me. Do you have a-"

BANG

Shots fired outside, and Ahsoka ducked behind her chair, motioning for Granger to do the same under the table. A second later, the door was kicked down, and a gang of terrorists barged in, weapons hot and safety's off.

"EVERYBODY AGAINST THE WALL!"