Hello, everyone! Happy December, which is basically Christmas! :D In celebration of the season, I am publishing this collection of Life Day-themed fluff. If you're looking for plot, then you might want to look elsewhere. If you want fluff and silliness, all in a fun seasonal package, then this is the story for you! ;D
I would also like to ask everyone, before we begin, to join me in a moment of silence for my dearly departed schedule. It died a tragic death due to (my) procrastination, and inability to write under a deadline. :'( Thank you.
I'm dedicating this fic to my peeps on the forum, Girls Who Write. (Thank you, I'm very creative with names.)
Disclaimer: No one has given me the Clone Wars for Christmas. It still isn't mine. :'( I do not own anything. Well, except for the song lyrics.
In case anyone was unsure about tunes, then the tunes of the songs Ahsoka sings are from, in this order, We Wish You a Merry Christmas, God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Jingle Bells, Deck the Halls, Oh Holy Night, and Oh Christmas Tree. And they are all stuck in my head now. (Don't judge me on the stupidity of the lyrics, they weren't exactly written at a decent hour of the day. I was at my Tiny Hardcase stage.)
"We wish you a merry Life Day, we wish you a merry Life Day, we wish you a merry Life Day and a good New Standard Year!"
"Urgh," muttered Anakin.
"Stop being such a Scrooge, Skyguy," said Ahsoka, elbowing him. "Debriefings we bring, to you and your clones–"
"Can we just go without carols this year?" begged Anakin. "Please, Snips?"
"But Master, it's Life Day!" said Ahsoka as if that explained everything. She gestured around their joint apartment. "Everything's decked out, everyone's in the holiday mood, and there are traditions to be carried out! We're on leave on Coruscant and everything is good!"
Anakin raised an eyebrow.
"Look!" Ahsoka pointed at the paper chains thrown haphazardly around the room. "I decorated myself! And you can't deny everyone's excited! I saw Rex smiling yesterday!"
"I don't like carols."
"You're going to cut out traditions? No carols?"
Anakin looked at Ahsoka's crestfallen face. He couldn't say no Ahsoka if she was that disappointed. He sighed. "Alright, fine, Snips. We can have carols."
"YAY!" Every trace of disappointment vanished from Ahsoka. "Debriefings we bring, to you and your clones, debriefings for Life Day and the New Standard Year!"
Anakin winced but didn't say anything.
"Force rest you, merry Padawans, let nothing you– uh… be sad!"
"Snips?"
"Yeah?"
"Those aren't the lyrics."
"Oh."
"New song! Lightsabers, lightsabers, beat blasters any day! Because they are just better and they have a blade! Oh–"
Anakin cringed. "Maybe a different song?"
"Let's go to the clones' barracks, maybe they know some!"
A few popular bar songs flashed through Anakin's mind. "Er– Maybe not."
Ahsoka pouted, then brightened. "Hey, I know different lyrics to that lightsaber song!"
Anakin surveyed his Padawan apprehensively.
"Jingle bells, Jabba smells, Windu threw a fit! Because someone dared to have fun–"
Anakin clapped a hand over her mouth. "Let's stop right there."
"I'm running out of options," said Ahsoka, removing his hand. "I wanna go ask Rex."
"Why would Rex know any Life Day carols?"
Ahsoka shrugged. "I dunno." She paused thoughtfully. "Let's go anyway, it'll be fun!" Maybe not thoughtfully.
Anakin flailed for an excuse.
Ahsoka was already standing by the door and wearing her coat. She reached for a scarf. "Do you think it's snowing?"
"Sorry, won't snow for a few days."
"Well, then it won't be as cold and hard to get around!"
Anakin gave up on even trying to dissuade her. "Don't ask Fives for any songs, okay?"
"Why not?"
"Because… he's a horrible singer."
"Oh. Okay. I won't."
Anakin sighed in relief.
"Unless I need to film it. For laughs."
"Um… no."
"Fine. Bye, Skyguy!" Ahsoka skipped out the door.
Ahsoka found Rex walking around one of Coruscant's parks, as she had expected. "Hey, Rexter!"
"Hello, Commander."
"Ahsoka, Rex. Just Ahsoka."
"Ah… Commander."
Ahsoka sighed. "Know any Life Day carols?"
Rex blinked. "Uh…"
"You don't?!" Ahsoka squawked. "Not even one?"
"Well, festive music wasn't exactly a priority in our training on Kamino."
"But– but– none?"
"No."
"Well, you need to learn some," Ahsoka said resolutely.
"…"
"Sing with me, Rex! We wish you a merry Life Day, we wish you a merry Life Day, we wish you a merry Life Daaayyy…"
"Look, Commander–"
"Don't worry, I have other songs."
"But I–"
"Decorate the ships with blue paint, fa la la la laaa, la la la laaa!"
Rex stared.
"Um… Oh, it's Life Day, the stars are brightly shining– And… I don't remember the rest of that one."
"Commander Tano?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't sing."
"Oh. Why not?"
Rex stared at her again.
"Hmph. You're no fun. Why am I surrounded by killjoys?" Ahsoka kicked a rock by the path. "Ow."
"Careful. Kicking rocks tends to hurt without plastoid boots."
Ahsoka stuck her tongue out.
Rex shook his head.
"You really are a wet blanket."
"I'm only trying to– a what?"
"A wet blanket."
Rex muttered something about children never making sense.
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "I'm going to continue with my carols. Oh Life Day tree, oh Life Day tree…"
Rex chuckled and slung an arm around her shoulders. "Okay, Commander."
Don't deny the cuteness of platonic Rexsoka. Don't even try. It is too adorable. :3
And thank you everyone for reading! :D Remember to favorite, follow, and REVIEW! Guest review replies will be next chapter (if I get any XD), yadda yadda yadda.
Tune in tomorrow (Get it? "Tune in"? Because this chapter was about Christmas carols? :D) as everyone's favorite family decorates Padmé's Christmas tree!
-Em
(Ah, I should say, before you review, I'm sorry, but I'm not taking requests for this story. I have each chapter either planned out or already written, one for each day I'm going to update, so I don't have the time, space, or need for new chapters. And there are only so many chapter ideas out there; you'll probably request something that I already have planned.)