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Anakin smirked as he got a rather idiotic idea. He run back into the bathroom to get a running start, and then sprinted off towards her.

Ahsoka jumped as her master crashed onto the bed, flipping over and slamming his legs into the wall with a BANG! She sat up and glared at him.

"What the kriff are you doing?"

He stared at the position he was in, kinda stuck actually. "You know, this went a whole lot better in my head."

She groaned. "It's like sharing a room with a five year old." And flopped back down with a dramatic sigh.

"What?" He asked. They knew each other well enough, he could tell how suddenly bothered she was. Was it him? He thought, righting himself and reaching for her shoulder. She shoved him off.

"It's nothing, Master."

"Yeah okay." He scoffed, but there was a concerned look she just couldn't see written on his features. He tried again, slowly, ever so slowly starting to rub her back.

He said softly, "You can tell me anything, Snips."

Ahsoka turned around to face him, propping herself up on an elbow. "You're not worried?"

He shrugged. "Not really, no," then met her gaze. "You?"

She scoffed. "Uh, yeah. Here we're basically sitting ducks, waiting for the separatists to come looking for our shuttle, find out it crashed, find our speeder, then track it here, kill the Carlsons and then kill us when we least expect it." As soon as she said it she realized just how dire their situation really was. "They could kill us in our sleep, all the would need is a few explosives, and-"

"Hey, hey, hey." He stopped her. "We'll be fine." In the dark she could just make out his furrowed eyebrows, laced with characteristic concern.

"How, Master? How will we be fine?" She was worked up then, and panic had started spreading through her. "If they send out a search for us and they find this inn they'll kill these innocent people, even if we do manage to escape….it's only us three and a handful of clones-"

"And Artoo."

"-and Artoo, and we can't possibly defend ourselves without-"

Her voice trailed off, and he reached for her shoulders. "May I?"

She nodded weakly as he gently pulled her in. It was a bit embarrassing, but he didn't seem bothered, holding her tightly and toying with her padawan braid as he nuzzled his face into her shoulder. He was warm. Comfy. She closed her eyes and sunk into his arms.

"It'll be okay, Snips." He murmured against her blushing lekku.

Ahsoka just nodded like that had solved everything. And for a moment, it really did. Everything was safe, and peaceful and it was just Anakin and Ahsoka and each other and R2 in the corner, of course. She breathed in his sweet smell and leaned her head on his chest, arms circling his waist. Anakin watched and listened as she slowly fell into sleep, feeling her heartbeat in sync with his. He softly kissed her forehead with a "sleep good, Snips." And like that he was pretending that everything was okay, too. So temporary but it would last them a night.

He followed her into sleep.

…

Downstairs though, Rex leaned against the stone countertop, very much awake and with a stirring mind. An excuse, (a glass of water in case someone came downstairs and wondered why he was all alone just standing there. He figured he'd respond with a quick, "Oh, I was just getting a glass of water. See ya in the morning!" And scurry back to his room), sat unattended next to him.

Much to his dismay, he heard someone coming downstairs.

"Couldn't sleep either, brother?"

He turned to see Cody, stripped of armor and dressed in black thermal underwear with a giant Rebublic symbol on his chest. He knew exactly what that symbolized. Property of the Rebublic. He thought bitterly.

"Oh, uh, I'm just getting a glass of water." He fumbled for the glass, holding it up.

Cody scoffed. "Yeah. Sure."

Rex sighed. "Fine. I'm a little restless. You?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. Hard to sleep with the wind n all." He lied, gesturing outside at the snow storm. The wind blew against the old creaking windows, and they squealed in protest against rusty hinges. He looked at the captain.

"Too much time to think."

He nodded. The small talk was nothing short of flattery. Every time one of them was standing alone at 79's, each time they sat silent in a gunship soon to be sent off to their deaths, they all knew what was wrong.

They were tools.

Weapons. To be disposed of for such a hopeless seeming war.

What would happen to them after all the fighting? What would they do without their lives purpose, to fight for the Republic?

Rex flinched as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Sucks, don't it?"

He took a swing of the water, staring out the window. "Yeah, brother. It really does." He chuckled to himself with a glance up the wooden stairs. "Gotta love em though."

"Who, the Jedi?"

Rex smirked. "Yeah. Hopefully ge'rel Skywalker won't drive the commander too crazy."

"Well I'm sure we'll hear all about at breakfast." Cody tried to smile. "You gonna be okay, Rex?"

The man nodded. "I guess."

Cody began to walk away, back to his room. "You coming?"

"Nah." His eyes didn't leave the window, though the blizzard and flurries of white was the only view for miles. "I'm good."

"Okay. Goodnight, brother."

"Night brother."

With a sigh, Cody started back up the stairs. Rex needed to be alone, they all did. They just needed a break from this goddamn war.

As he was walking back to his room, he passed Anakin and Ahsoka's shared one. He stopped for a moment.

Ahsoka.

She was way too young for this, both of them were come to think of it. Two teenagers fighting a war with so many lives in their hands, it wasn't right.

He trud back, opening his door with a knot in his stomach and one last longing look at their door. "Sleep good you two." He whispered.

The door shut quietly behind him.

…

Her brain was foggy and mind numb from sleep, the room was dark the bed warm and the one thing she could hear; Anakin's screams.

Ahsoka sat up. "Anakin?" She mumbled, half asleep.

She could barely make out his silhouette, thrashing around next to her. He whimpered, pulling on his hair until she was afraid he'd rip it out.

She grabbed his shoulders, fear overcoming her. What was wrong with him?

"Master!" She called, shaking him. "Master, c'mon wake up, it's me!"

"No…" he cried into his pillow, his voice quivering with the rest of him. "No….no….don't…."

"Kriff, Anakin, wake up!" She yelled, shaking him harder.

He let out a pathetic sob that snapped her heart in two. She'd never, never seen him like this, he was usually so strong and put together! Before they had fallen asleep he'd been fine!

She was contemplating calling Obi-Wan, he'd know what to do, but Anakin slowly blinked his eyes open, they were wild and fearful as they stared into her's.

He panted, shaking his head and whispering, "Ahsoka…"

"That's right, I'm right here, Skyguy. It's okay."

"They...they…." Tears fell down his cheeks. "They killed you, too."

Ahsoka had no clue who 'they' were, but she still reached for his hand. "I'm okay, Master-"

Anakin shoved it away. Burrying his face in his hands. "It's all my fault...all my fault..I'm sorry, sorry…"

She had no kriffing clue what to do. "Anakin, Anakin, listen to me-"

He sobbed. "All my kriffing fault…."

"No it's not, I'm here." She tried again, cautionsly rubbing his shoulder. "It was a dream, just a dream."

He stopped, all the room was filled with his frantic breathing and whimpers. She softly spoke to him, stroking his hair as he slowly began waking from his nightmare.

The room was dark, so empty feeling and suddenly he was everything. Her whole world, for just a moment, revolved around them, even though across the hallways their friends lay asleep, they were so alone.

"Kriff." He muttered, cheeks flushed red underneath his puffy, teary face. He gently pushed her hands away, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He hide his face in his face. "Shit, I'm sorry Ahsoka."

Ahsoka scooted over to him, leaning her legs over the edge as well. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "It's okay, Master." She mumbled, then looked at him.

"What happened?"

He shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. "I…"

"You don't have to talk about it." She offered.

Anakin sighed, grabbing her hand and leaning on her lekku. "A few….a few years ago," She squeezed his hand, reminding him of her presence as his tears feel onto her lekku.

"You know, how, I-I was….when…" He bit his lip. "My mother, Shmi, she got sold to.." He sighed again.

"She, ended up in the hands of Tusken Raiders."

Ahsoka frowned, looking up at him. "What are those?"

Anakin clenched his free hand into a fist, glaring at the wall as the knot in his throat threatened to choke back his every painful word. "Disgusting..animals, Snips, savage, disgusting animals."

With a shaky sob, he covered his mouth with his hand. "When I-I found her, she was…..I...she was dying. I...she died in my arms."

She found herself crying just listening to him, she tried to move closer to him, smooshing her face into the crook of his neck.

"I wasn't strong enough to save her." He went on, clearing his throat. "Anyways, I- I dreamed it was you."

He looked down at the girl snuggled against his side. "If I-lost you, I-" He couldn't finish his sentence, but he didn't need to. Anakin, he had a life before Ahsoka. All she'd known before him was training, preparing herself to be a padawan took up almost her whole life. He was everything, from the moment she woke up and met him in the mess hall for breakfast to the usual goodbyes at her quarters door. From fighting side by side on the front lines to this, sitting there in the silence of the inn with only each other for company. She'd be just as lost if she lost him as if he lost her.

As if he could read her mind, he said, "What the hell would I do without you, Snips?"

She shrugged, and he chuckled. "Nothing I guess." She answered, reaching up to his face a gently wiping away his tears.

She hesitated. "Anakin."

"Yeah?"

She looked down, still pressed to his shoulder. "I love you. You know that."

He kissed her forehead, taking her by surprise, and ever so carefully took her shoulders, laying her back into her pillow and pulling the covers to her chin. He laid next to her.

"I love you too, Snips." She could make out a fragile smile in the dark, and feel him grab her hand.

She smiled back. "No more nightmares?"

"No more nightmares."

"Good."

He laughed softly. "Okay, night, Snips"

She closed her eyes. "Night Skyguy."