A/N I can't remember if the creators said that Ahsoka secretly survived or not but in this fic she definitely did. Takes place just before season 3. Remember to like and reblog! Xxxxx

Ezra held the Sith holocron in his hand. The rest of the crew weren't gone the ghost so he'd taken the chance to use it again. In the back of his mind he knew that this wasn't going to end well in the long run but at this point he just didn't care. Ever since Malachor the guilt about what happened to Kanan and Ahsoka was like a leach attached to his heart that sucked all hope out of him. After feeling ignored by Kanan and being driven to somehow make up for his mistakes he'd felt like using the holocrom was the only way he would be able to learn how to protect his family.

He placed the holocron back on his bedside table. Once the red light faded away he saw a familiar looking figure shrouded in blue with orange skin, striped lekkus and iridescent eyes standing in his room.

"Ahsoka!"

Ezra leapt off his bed and ran towards the togruta to wrap him arms around her, not stopping to think if it was even possible to touch her. Fortunately she was physically there enough for him to give her a hug. She felt cold inside his arms and not entirely solid, it was like trying to hug a waterfall. But she was there and that was that mattered.

"I'm so sorry." Ezra cried his voice near to tears that had been building ever since that fateful day. He held onto her as tightly as he could. If she wasn't already dead he'd been in danger of suffocating her.

"It's all my fault!" He cried. "If I hadn't been an idiot and listened to Maul or use the Sith holcron then Kanan wouldn't have been blinded and you wouldn't have-"

"Sssshhhhhh." Ahsoka whispered wrapping one arm around the boy's back and another round his neck so that she could hold him close as tears fell down his scared cheeks. Ezra pressed his face into her neck. Although physically she wasn't entirely there spiritually she was shining as bright as a star.

"It wasn't your fault." She said softly into his ear. At those words Ezra tried to push himself away from her as the guilt cam crashing down upon him again. He didn't deserve to hug her after he was the reason she was like this in the first place. But she just held him tighter. Ezra stopped struggling realising that even as a ghost or whatever she was, her muscles were too strong to be beaten by him.

"It wasn't your fault." She repeated her voice more stern this time. "Did you take a lightsaber and slash it across Kanan's eyes."

"Well no but-" Ezra protested before he was interrupted.

"No. Maul did that. And where you the one who put a lightsaber through my chest?"

"No but-"

"Exactly." She told him fiercely. "Your actions may have lead to events leading up to this but it was not your choice to harm and slaughter like those men did. That was their decision."

With her left hand that had been previously cradling his neck she brought it up high so that she could gently stroke his shaved head. It felt strange to her to feel a hard buzz cut instead of loose locks. It reminded her that he was no longer the young boy she had known. Just like how she wasn't the bright eyed padawan she'd been all those years ago. Ezra found himself relaxing under her gentle strokes. He wasn't entirely sure he believed her just yet but at least now he was open to the idea of forgiving himself. Not that it would make any difference to Kanan.

"It doesn't matter." Ezra said, his voice tired with emotion. "Kanan's stopped teaching me. He can't stand to be around me. I know that he blames me for what happened."

"If that were true, then the bond I see forged between you that shines as bright as a burning star would have been broken." Ahsoka told him. Her voice carried so much raw faith that Ezra found himself believing her. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her but as he did he felt her start to slip away as though she was turning into smoke.

"No! Don't go! I still need you!" Ezra begged as her skin turned blue.

"Look for me in the force and you will always find me." She smiled wiping away a tear that had gotten caught on his scar. Ezra leant into her touch, finally coming to peace with her passing after agonising months. As he felt her hand disappear he suddenly remembered something that he'd been dreaming of asking ever since Malachor.

"Wait Ahsoka! Darth Vader, did you know who he was?" He called out to her.

But she had already gone.