When Obi-Wan ran:

A great roar rose up behind him, rattling his bones, and when Obi-Wan turned to look, his scream echoed through the jungle as he-

gasped, his eyes flying open, looking around wildly. Fear rocked his body, wrapping around his lungs and squeezing the breath from him. Obi-Wan doubled over in his bed, hyperventilating, fighting for every breath. Qui-Gon burst through the door, saber in hand, looking for danger and finding none, save his padawan struggling to breathe.

The elder dropped his weapon and rushed to the boy's side. Huge hands rubbed circles on his back while a tendril of the Force reached out to the young mind.

/Shh...Obi-Wan. I'm here. You're safe. It was just a dream, little one. You're safe. It's okay. Breathe easy, Obi-Wan. Everything's okay./

The boy's breathing slowed, steadied, and stormy blue eyes looked up at his mentor. Qui-Gon smiled, wiping sweat and tears from the young face. "Want to talk about it?"

Obi-Wan swallowed, moving into the Master's hold. "I...I was running. Something big was chasing me. I'm not sure what it was. But it was big. It wanted to hurt me. I was running. Trying to get to you, but...I didn't make it. I fell and then..." The small frame trembled, prompting Qui-Gon to tighten his hold.

"It's alright Obi-Wan. It was just a bad dream. I've got you now, nothing's going to hurt you."

Obi-Wan was a padawan. Not a Jedi yet. Not even fourteen yet. With that in mind, he voiced his next question.

"Promise?"

Qui-Gon smiled, wrapping his padawan up in the blankets, drawing him close to his chest.

"I promise." Qui-Gon whispered, rocking his padawan until he fell into a quiet, and dreamless sleep.

When Anakin ran:

He felt himself slipping away, but he had to do something, anything. As his final act, he lifted his head and-

"NO!" he screamed, scrambling, trying to find his lightsaber. Obi-Wan ran from the cockpit to the back of the shuttle, heart breaking at the look of complete terror on his apprentice's face. The young face was bathed in sweat, eyes red rimmed and unseeing. Obi-Wan crossed the distance between them in two strides and grabbed Anakin's shoulder tightly.

"Anakin. Look at me. Look. At. Me. Anakin." There was a flicker of recognition in the blue eyes, and Obi-Wan jumped for it. "It was a nightmare, Anakin. It wasn't real. Everything is okay, you're safe. Whatever happened, it wasn't real. Trust me, Anakin."

Anakin's voice was hoarse as he replied. "I do trust you, Master. I'm sorry. It was a bad one. One of the worst I've ever had."

Obi-Wan's hand slid off the strong shoulder, instead taking a seat on the sleep-couch. "What happened?"

Anakin swallowed. "I was running. I don't know where I was, it was just hot. I was hurt, injured by something, or shot, I don't know. But I kept thinking that I had to save her."

"Her?" Obi-Wan asked. Anakin nodded. "Yeah, just her. I'm not sure who she was, but I knew I had to save her. She was going to die. But I fell. I wasn't...strong enough."

Obi-Wan sighed, wrapping his arm around the tense shoulders. This wasn't the first nightmare Anakin had, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. "Dreams pass in time. I know these are difficult for you Anakin. Everyone has burdens that they must bear, and I wish I could make this easier. Perhaps this is just one of your trials. But it's not real, none of that was real. You're here with me, on the ship. We're headed back home."

"Um, Master. Weren't you piloting the ship?"

Obi-Wan's eyes went wide as he dashed back toward the cockpit.

When Ahsoka ran:

She turned around, bracing herself, and grabbing her saber. As she ignited her weapon-

She screamed, eyes flying open, hands grabbing her saber as she tensed, searching high and low for danger. Her head and heart were both pounding, every sense on edge, the Force practically vibrating in her fingertips.

The soldiers that had been resting near her had jumped up when she screamed, pistols at the ready. But upon seeing her bared teeth and green glowing saber, they wisely decided to hold their empty hands up and pray Master Skywalker arrived soon.

Thankfully, he had also heard Ahsoka's scream and had bolted from the other side of the camp to find Rex attempting to calm his terrified apprentice down. Anakin smiled, giving the Captain a nod, approaching Ahsoka slowly.

"It's just me, Snips. It's okay. Put the saber down."

Ahsoka shook her head, coming back to her senses, dropping her saber like a poisonous snake. "Master! I'm so sorry, I just-"

She sat down hard, still shaken by her dreams, her blood still cold in her veins. Anakin recognized the signs at once and went to her side while the rest of the clones scattered. They knew better than to pry when they saw 'the look' on the General's face.

"What happened Ahsoka? How bad?"

She nodded, drawing her knees up to her chest. "Really bad. You were...well..you were-" Anakin's eyes narrowed, prompting her to continue. The words were stuck in her throat, she couldn't find the strength to tell him, but she did anyway.

"You were chasing me. I was in trouble, or you were, I don't know. But you were chasing me. And I tried to fight you, but you didn't look like you. You were...different. I don't know, it was just scary. More than scary. It was terrifying and I felt trapped and I couldn't breathe and-"

Her eyes widened and she struggled to breathe, reliving every second of the nightmare. Anakin shook his head, wrapping his arms around her. "Easy Ahsoka, it's alright. No one is going to hurt you, especially not me. I know it's scary and awful and you feel like there's no way out, but you are safe. I mean, mostly, we are in the middle of a war camp, preparing to go into battle with a bunch of soulless robots-"

Ahsoka giggled, curling into his tunic; he smiled, rubbing the top of her lekku gently.

"But you're safe. You've got Rex, and Obi-Wan and me. Trust me when I say that there is no way in Sith-hell I will ever hurt you. Do you understand?"

Ahsoka nodded, the dream nothing more than a whisp of memory, already beginning to fade into nothingness. She was going to be okay. Granted, she was a child growing up in the middle of a war-zone, relying on a star fighter from Tatooine and her own two hands to survive, but she would be okay.

She hoped.

Author's Note: Okay, okay, so I know I used the cliche "it was all a dream" here. But that was the plan all along. You see, I really wanted to do a nightmare chapter, but I didn't want to make it a super long one. I also didn't want to half-ass the actual fear and nightmare in favor of the fluffy parental stuff which I love so much. This was the best way for me to balance the two. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and can forgive me for the cliff hangers. Love you guys! May the Force be with you!