Ahsoka's POV

' Good, Ahsoka,' Anakin said heartily. ' I swear that you are improving drastically every time I see you. I do hope you can get your Jedi knight rank soon enough.'

I pouted, and extinguished my lightsaber, ' Sending me away so quickly?'

' Of course not, Snips!' His eyes widened. ' It's just… I hope that you can get promoted soon enough.'

' Humph,' I snorted.

Then he said anxiously, ' If… There isn't anything more, I have to be excused, because, uh… I have matters… I need to- no, I need to buy something. Uh, if I do not return by midnight, you can go to bed first.' He turned bright pink.

I smiled at how flustered he looked. He was completely oblivious to the fact that I knew where he went every night. Like, even if I had never seen Darth Vader, I had always had suspicions about where he went at night. Like four times out of a week, he would be away due to all assortments of reasons he would cook up. Like missing lightsaber, extra meeting or going out for dinner with Master Kenobi. Of course I knew he would go to Senator Amidala's apartment.

' Alright,' I rolled my eyes innocently. ' I will not bother you any further in your, ahem, business. I am planning of going to bed early after dinner.'

' Sure,' He said. And without further warning, he darted out of the room anxiously like wind. Oh that lover boy, I smirked to myself playfully.

I walked out of the training area, and all the way back to the quarters. When I went back to the quiet room, I said out loud to myself to lessen the loneliness, ' Okay, little Soka, it is all you again.'

After finishing dinner, I took a quick shower and plopped straight into bed, hoping for the next day to come, when my master would be back again.

Little did I know my beauty sleep would be plagued by visions.

That night, I clearly dreamt about a scene in the near future. I could sense it through the Force. It was in a room, more like a birthing room. On a bed, screaming in agony, was Senator Amidala. She was giving birth, as I could guess from the medical droid holding a baby. Strangely though, Master Kenobi was with her instead of Anakin. And without any warning, she dropped dead.

I screamed and sat up from my bed. It was just a dream. But it was so real… So real to the extent that… Oh no. Vader had told me before. The reason he turned. Darth Sidious was able to manipulate his fear for Amidala's death to turn him over to the dark side!

I had an awful feeling that Anakin was having the same dream as I had just now. I had to make him open up to me, or else he would turn to the Dark side. If I hadn't remembered wrongly, Master Kenobi would be dished off to a mission soon, and it would be my sole duty to talk some sense into him.

I was so anxious and concerned that I couldn't fall asleep the whole night, tossing and turning on my bed. So, I decided to switch on the lights to meditate.

However my thoughts were so bunched up and messy that I couldn't meditate at all in peace. I screamed in frustration and nearly threw my lightsaber away at the wall.

In the end as a last resort, I started pacing the room, brain storming crazily about possible ways to make Anakin open up to all of us. Surely if he told the Jedi masters that he was married, he would be expelled from the Order. But that would definitely stop him from going to the Dark side…. No… He viewed the Order highly, wouldn't it break him if he was expelled? Could I tell Master Kenobi? Would he go off to tattletale? Argh!

I was walking around the room blindly, nearly bumping into everything, the wall, the windows and even the couch. I nearly walked into Anakin's bedroom too. I must had been so engrossed in thinking, that I didn't realize that the door to the quarters softly open.

It was only when the door closed with the least audible thump that I realized that Anakin was back.

' Um, hello, Skyguy,' I said in the most neutral tone I could muster.

I was right about the dream. He surely had the vision. He looked really terrible, both distraught and terrified. His blue eyes were both bloodshot and narrowed. He was nearly as pale as milk. Poor master.

' Master! Are you alright?' I shouted, running to him, the worry and hurt genuine and true from my heart, as I knew the bitterness and pain he felt.

' Snips, I'm alright,' He provided weakly, trying to force a very horrible and pained smile. ' Erm, I thought you were asleep.'

' Bosh, don't mind about me not asleep! What on earth happened to you? Did you meet drunk Hutts on your way back?!' I shouted, trying to pretend that I knew nothing. I had to be a good actress at the same time. Pretending to be so nonchalant made me feel even worse.

' Please, don't ask,' he begged earnestly. ' I-I need some time to think on my own.'

' Master, I am your Padawan, I deserve to know what you are going through. We are friends, aren't we? Please tell me what's wrong or upsetting, maybe I can help,' I pleaded truthfully.

' Nothing is going on, I am just tired,' he said tonelessly, shaking his head vigorously. ' Just… Leave me alone. Go back to bed.'

He just slammed his bedroom door moodily and locked it. I stomped my foot angrily and tearfully in the middle of the sitting room. I had failed. Why couldn't he just open up and tell us what was happening? It would lessen the burden on him! Argh, I was just so angry and desperate at the same time.

I didn't go to bed the whole night, instead, I stayed up to wait for him until he decided he needed to talk. My attempts were rather futile, because he hadn't gotten up long past the normal waking and training hours. I thought about kicking his door down to drag him out, but it seemed stupid. Besides, it would anger him.

It was an hour past the scheduled time, when I decided to take action. I knocked on the door and yelled, ' Master! Get out! It is long past breakfast and training time! Oi! I know you are upset, but you still need to get out of here!'

There was no response.

I gave a frustrated growl. Really. It would really be up to his poor Padawan. I banged on the door with more force, ' Hey!' There was an angry, muffled groan. The groan's meaning was clear. Don't wake me up.

I stepped back from the door, seething. ' You have given me no choice, Master!' I raised my voice, hoping to lure him out. There was still no reply.

Really. Master. You left me with no other choice. I rolled up the sleeves of my robes and picked up my lightsaber from the dining table. I stopped outside his door again and yelled, ' Master! I give you one more chance! Get out of bed!'

An angry muffled response that sounded like an angry cat.

Sighing, I pressed the ignition button of my lightsaber, and it immediately flared up in the dark room, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings. With one mighty strike, I swung my blade at the door and it exploded into pieces. Ouch. Better remember to inform Master Yoda about a broken door.

Sprawled in bed was my master. He hadn't even changed and was still in his Jedi robes I had last seen him in. He seemed to had been roused from his dreaming state, because he was now groaning at the noise. He shook his head and began to take in the smashed door, then the ignited lightsaber in my hand.

' Oh Force Ahsoka! Why are you using the lightsaber indoors!' He screamed. ' Extinguish it quickly before you cut me in two pieces, please. And what have you done to the door?'

' Oh sorry master,' I said sarcastically, and extinguished it. ' I had tried waking you up in all different means, but I think that I should take further actions.'

' The door, it is in pieces,' He groaned. ' Obi-wan will not be happy.'

' That is your fault, not mine,' I shrugged. ' Are you okay, master? What happened yesterday?'

' N-nothing. Much,' He stuttered, still looking upset and frightened.

' Anakin!' I shouted, that caused him to jump. It surely did freak him out, as I rarely called him his birth name besides 'Master' or 'Skyguy'. At least he knew I was serious. ' I am your Padawan. I know there is something going on with you, whatever that is. I just want to let you know that don't do anything rash. I am always with you. Nothing will go wrong. Just… Either talk to Master Kenobi or me if you feel uncertain. Don't trust anyone else.'

He seemed bit puzzled at my words, but nodded. I expected him to say something, but he didn't. He just got out of bed, and said, ' Umm… So… How are we going to replace the door?'

Hi, I would just like to notify you that I may not be able to update everyday… I am quite free these few days, but trainings have not started yet… So…

Anyways, enjoy the chapter and thanks! :)