I don't know what happened except suddenly, I was writing this at 12:04 AM on 12 percent battery left on my laptop. While watching Battle of/for LA. And eating Twizzlers. (I don't know. My brothers wanted to watch the movie, so I watched it. Lots of explosions and lots of bad aliens. Huzzah.)

Enjoy!

Yellow

To Ahsoka Tano, yellow was the color of a multitude of things. It was the sweetness in the flowers that grew on Naboo. It was the sun warming over the water. It was the sand on the relaxing and calming beaches. It was the shimmering fabric of one of Senator Amidala's beautiful dresses. It was the pretty chains of necklaces that merchants always liked to sell. Ahsoka had always thought that yellow was supposed to be a happy color.

It was just a color.

xXx

Ahsoka Tano was breathing hard.

That's how it started.

She was breathing hard, trying to escape the branches clawing at her arms and her legs. She was panting – heart beating too fast, a cry escaping her lips. "Faster, faster, faster," she hissed to herself through gritted teeth. "Run, run, run!" Ahsoka's legs were pumping underneath herself at amazing speed, and even though it seemed that everything around her was going in a blur, the cold sensation at the bottom of her stomach told Ahsoka that she wasn't running fast enough.

She was still going to be caught.

"Keep running, young one." A cold voice hissed from the shadows behind Ahsoka. "You won't ever escape."

I will, Ahsoka thought, but the words wrapped its cold fingers around and around her heart. She could feel sweat trickling at her back, down the side of her neck, down the side of her face. She jumped over a few rocks, making sure that she wouldn't trip up. (Because dear Force, it'd be bad if she tripped now.)

She wasn't even sure what she was running from, except that it lurked in the shadows and wouldn't leave Ahsoka alone. It always seemed to haunt her, never once stopping or taking a break from its torture. "Keep running," the voice repeated icily. "That's what you're good at. Running."

Ahsoka nearly crashed into a tree. Heaving in a few breaths, Ahsoka forced herself to not slow down. She felt as though the blood in her veins was turning into acid – melting through her bones and burning up her flesh. Ahsoka's energy was being drained out of herself, too. Letting out a squeak of a sob, Ahsoka collapsed against the ground and stayed there.

A deep, rumbling chuckle sounded all around. "I knew you'd give up at one point, young one," the voice whispered. "You're weak. You're tired. You're nothing but a child." Ahsoka didn't respond. She closed her eyes, thinking, I can't get up. I'm going to end here. I can't do this right now.

"And to think – you could have been something more." The voice was different now, sorrowful and regretful, as though it truly believed in whatever Ahsoka was – supposed to be. Ahsoka grunted, propping herself up on her elbows. "Leave me," she said shakily. "I don't need you here."

"Oh, but you do," the voice said.

Ahsoka frowned. The voice was growing lighter now, losing its deepness and depth. "You've always needed me," the voice added, growing quieter and smaller and farther away – until finally, Ahsoka could see someone coming out from the trees. Narrowing her eyes, Ahsoka watched as a familiar figure walked out.

Ahsoka's heart plummeted as she took the person in. She knew the shape of his eyes – the curve of his chin – the smallest of wrinkles around his eyes and lips.

Anakin Skywalker smiled, his yellow eyes blinking expectedly at Ahsoka. "You've always needed me," he repeated. "Isn't that right, Snips?"

That was when Ahsoka screamed.

xXx

Ahsoka woke up with a soft gasp, instinctively kicking off the blankets and grabbing at her sleep clothes. She blinked frantically in the darkness, her entire body trembling and the silence ringing all around her. Nightmare, she thought to herself, her heartbeat slowing down. Just a nightmare. Still, Ahsoka turned to look at Anakin sleeping on the bunk across from her –

And found that he was awake.

Ahsoka flinched when his eyes met with hers. Anakin frowned at her reaction. "What are you doing up?" he asked quietly. "Are you okay?" Ahsoka slowly scooted back against the wall, memories flooding her brain. Yellow eyes. "You've always needed me." The smile. Ahsoka briefly wondered how crazy she'd look if she started screaming for help.

"Master, what color are your eyes?" Ahsoka asked in a small voice.

Anakin blinked. "What?" he asked, bewildered.

"Anakin. Eye color. Now."

There was a pause. Then, Anakin responded, "Blue. They're blue…?" His voice lifted as a question. "Ahsoka, what's going on? Does this have something to do with…what you're doing right now?" Ahsoka let out a soft sigh. "Sorry," she replied, trying to control the hammering in her chest. "I just…" She closed her eyes. Rubbing a hand over her temples, she added off-handedly, "Nightmares. I…saw something really…unsettling."

"It had something to do with the color of my eyes?" Anakin's voice was dry. Ahsoka tried to force a laugh, though it came out fragmented and forced. "Yeah," she replied. "You can say that." She sat up and said, "To be honest, Master, I would hope that your eyes would remain blue. They look a lot better that way, trust me."

Anakin's own laugh was confused, but sincere. "Yeah, Snips," he said. "I would hope they stay that way, too. It'd be weird if it was any other color, don't you think?"

xXx

As much as Ahsoka wanted to forget about what she had seen in the nightmare, it kept coming back. It was a reoccurring dream that haunted her nights and lurked in the shadows. And it was always the same. It was always her running from a voice – from an unspoken darkness – and then it was her master, blinking his sickly, yellow eyes and giving her the cruel, mirthless smile.

As time went on and the nightmare frequented in Ahsoka's nights, she came to realize that yellow was the color of fear. Of confusion. Of insincerity.

And even though it was just a nightmare, Ahsoka silently prayed that she would never witness something like that in her life.

A/N - Ha, ha, nope, Snips, you're gonna be seeing a whole ton of that soon. Sorry, not sorry.

Oh, who else watched all of the new trailers lately? Star Wars VII. Star Wars Rebels season two. I was fangirling forever. Like. Seriously. What. Even. My mind was blowing up and I was shrieking throughout the two trailers. (Plus, for those of you who are catching up on Star Wars Rebels, you'll know exactly why I'm screaming. For those of you who aren't catching up with the show - though I would certainly recommend it, especially for those of you who are...*cough, cough* MISSING SOME FAMILIAR FACES - well...let's just say that a bunch of old friends come back. Like, a bunch.)

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