Hello there my guys! Okay, Shattered has killed me. I adore Rex and Ahsoka with all of my heart… anyways, I'm sorry about all the mistakes in the last chapter. I posted it kinda late and I was worn out. A reminder that this is the chapter with the trigger warning, and I will say when it starts and when it's over.

Hope you guys enjoy this one, and have a great day! :)

Anakin frowned.

His padawan was in the bacta tank and he was sitting in a chair next to it. Before she had been given sedatives she was really freaked out, grabbing onto his robotic hand and shaking horribly. She was trying not to cry, which broke his heart.

"It's okay, Snips. You can cry."

She shook her head. "I-I-I'm fine...it's just…" she choked on her own words and was unable to finish her sentence.

Duiva was trying to crack jokes or get him to tell her a story so she'd calm down before she put the mask on, but it wasn't working. Nothing was.

He squeezed her hand. "Listen, I'll be right there when you wake up. I promise."

"But.." She sniffed. "What if I don't...what if you're gone?" Her voice was so weak, very uncharacteristic.

The nurse patted her head. "The bacta tank is a very safe procedure. You will be fine, Ahsoka. And," She smiled. "I'll make sure your friend keeps his word."

Anakin nodded. "Mmhm."

The Togruta gave a weak grin, trying to slow her breaths. "Okay."

Duiva waited for a minute before slipping the mask over her nose and mouth. "Deep breaths, Ahsoka, deep breaths,"

Ahsoka was dressed in a white tube top and short white shorts, and as Anakin was looking at her, he saw markings down her thighs, ankles and hips like the ones on her face. They were symmetrical to either side of her body, and were wing shaped like the ones on her cheek. Looking closer, he saw markings on her forearms as well. It was so weird and surreal, the whole thing was. He had never seen this side of his padawan, so vulnerable and weak. He couldn't blame her, but he kept expecting her to say something snippy, to make fun of him, to be herself. It was scaring him, if he was being honest.

He sighed heavily, looking around the small room. It was empty at the moment, just him and her.

When he looked back at the girl, he felt something. Fear, and pain, it overwhelmed his senses.

Anakin rubbed his temple with a groan. "Stop it, Skywalker." He hissed at himself. He brought his eyes back to her face, and yelped as he felt a stab of pain shoot up his spine. Someone was yelling, screaming….it was becoming so dark….he could barely see. His knees slammed into the floor, and he crumpled over as all his senses were numbed….

(A/N: Trigger Warning)

Ahsoka was screaming.

Ahsoka was screaming. He opened his eyes, everything was blurry. He could just make out two forms, one on its knees and the other standing over it.

Ahsoka was screaming. He could hear that clearer than anything. Clearer than the buzz of a light whip or the CRACK! As it struck her, clearer than the threats the Zygerrian was growling at her that drifted into Anakin's ears.

Ahsoka was screaming, she was being whipped, he realized. But he couldn't move, couldn't stop it.

Her thoughts suddenly hit him.

'Anakin'

'Is Anakin alright?'

'Shut up and take it, he needs to finish the mission!'

Atai was laughing, shouting out careless things like it was nothing. Saying all the things he'd do to her, saying he'd rape her if she screamed and whipping her harder so it was impossible not to.

Anakin could feel her pain like it was his, her fear. "Please, please stop!" She begged.

"You're weak!" Atai yelled. "Nothing like a real Jedi." And struck her again. "Your master's going to meet the same fate, he's Mirage's slave like you are mine!" He laughed again.

Ahsoka screamed.

(A/N: End of trigger warning.)

Anakin gasped, lifting his head.

He panted, a tear rolling down his cheek. He was so helpless...he couldn't save Ahsoka.

"Ahsoka…"

He looked up frantically to where she was floating in the bacta tank, perfectly safe. He reached up with his flesh hand, pressing it to the glass as the horrid scene played over and over in his head. Did Atai do what he was threatening to? The man shook his head, trying to shake that thought. Ahsoka would have told him.

But she didn't tell him about the scars.

Finally he got a hold of himself. The medical droid would be coming in soon, and he was crying on the floor. He sat back in the chair trying to quiet his thoughts.

She didn't deserve this.

She didn't deserve any of it.

…..

A few hours later...

He sat in the medbay, still. Head in his hands, staring at Ahsoka. She was okay, the healers reassured him, but his eyes couldn't stop themselves from constantly looking at her vital signs on a screen on the side of the bacta tank. Her heartbeat was slowed, like it was supposed to be, but it didn't stop him from worrying.

Duiva came up to him after circling the tank and taking notes on a datapad. "I think your padawan here is almost done."
He lifted his head. How long had he been sitting there? He checked a clock on the wall.

Almost three hours.
He looked back up at the nurse, nodding. "Will you move her to a different room?"
"Yes. But we will have to perform a few more operations, and you don't have to stay for them, you can wait outside or in the waiting room if you would like." She said.

"I'm good." Anakin yawned. He needed to sleep, he was so tired….but he couldn't. If she woke up and he was gone he would've broke his promise.
He sighed. He needed Obi-Wan.
The man walked up to the bacta tank, placing his hand on the glass again and staring at her. "Please excuse me." He said to the Twilek healer, and stepped out into the hallway.

….

Obi-Wan raised a brow as his holo went off. Anakin's signal.

Anakin and his padawan were supposed to be on a meditative leave, somewhere in the inner rim if he remembered correctly. Vaanawrog.
He picked it up, instantaneously. "Anakin?"
"Master." He replied. He sounded so exhausted, almost on the verge of tears. Hopeless. He could get like that with all the sleep he missed. "Master, I need you."

"What is it?"
"Ahsoka." He paused. "I'm at the hospital in the city."
"Is she okay?" He was already standing up, ready to leave. What could've happened? "Anakin, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just," He sighed. "Can you please just come? I'll explain when you get here." His voice was breaking, and Obi-Wan could almost see him pacing.
He was running out of his quarter's door. "I'm coming, Anakin. Hang on."
"I will. See you soon, Master."

…..

Anakin walked back into the room, where Ahsoka was being prepared to be taken out of the bacta tank. The healer was slowly reducing the anesthetics and the Togruta was slowly regaining consciousness. The tank's hatch was opened at the push of a button, the water and bacta drained out through the floor.

The man watched from the doorway as the Twi-Lek took hold off the girl's waist as she fell backwards right into the nurse's arms. She undid all of the vital cords and mask, quickly wrapping her in a grey blanket.

"Hello, Ahsoka, can you hear me?" She asked, gently.

Ahsoka's eyebrows were furrowed, she seemed really out of it. That was a no, then.

Ahsoka's POV

Cold cold cold cold cold where….. dark it's dark helpHELP help someone's lifting me soft soft blankets warm where's Anakin? Where am I?

Help

She whimpered as she was set down in the hospital bed. Anakin was at her side in a second.

"We're ready to move her." Duiva said. "Follow me." She grabbed the handles on the end of the bed, wheeling the girl out of the room.

The room she was moved to had vitals already on the sides along with IVs ready to be hooked up to her. Like the other rooms it has two chairs on the sides, which was good if Obi-Wan showed up.

Once Ahsoka was all hooked up, the nurse left once again to get a medical droid. "I'll be right back, sir."

"Okay, thank you, Duiva."

"You're welcome."

He sat on the end of her bed where she was just starting to wake. She moaned, her eyes struggling to open. She tried to talk, but it came out all wrong.

He wordlessly pulled the blankets to her chin, leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He could sense her stress, even in the deep state of unconsciousness she was waking from.

He placed a hand on her forehead, calling upon the Force and sending her good thoughts. Her pained expression fell, and she opened her eyes.

Every so slowly, she moved her lips. "Mas….ter..?"

"Hey, Snips." He smiled at her. "I told you I'd be here when you wake up."

She couldn't remember a thing, but she nodded.

"Master?"

He tucked the blankets around her shoulders, patting her arm. "Shh. Try to get some sleep." When she looked at him blankly he chuckled.

"That's an order, Commander."

Ahsoka closed her eyes again, not understanding what he was trying to say but knowing that it was too much work to be awake.

"In-in the waiting room…." She mumbled, remembering something. "Y-you were...rubbing my arm."

"Yeah?"

"Keep doing that."

He laughed, though his brows were crossed. "Okay, Ahsoka, okay. You get some sleep now."

She nodded again, letting all of her muscles relax as he rubbed her IV-free arm. "Okay."