Thank you to everyone who is sticking with me through this Tristakine thing. I really like how I'm making Ahsoka's past and I hope you all are too. I've read fanfiction too though. And I know that sometimes it's kind of boring reading a characters made up past where as you'd rather be reading about other characters. I get it. This whole thing is almost over. Ahsoka will wake up from her coma soon enough, then you'll get your Anakin and Ahsoka again. Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars the Clone Wars or any of its characters.


Chapter 14

Worst of all, she remembered her father before he was like this. She remembered when he was an honorable man in the family. That was all before her mother died. He fell apart after that, and Ahsoka had to step up.

"You cannot speak to me like that. I will be respected!"

"You don't deserve respect!"

The sentence didn't even settle before his hand connected with her cheek.

He slapped her twice more before he stormed out the door and off to some bar.

Anakin POV

"I don't believe this."

Anakin had his head in his hands and his eyes closed. He was trying to get a good hold on what he'd just seen.

He heard Obi-Wan beside him. "I'm having trouble processing this as well. When did Ahsoka first arrive at the temple?"

Plo Koon, who seemed to have all the answers, was the first to respond. "I brought her here when she was thirteen."

"But the Jedi Temple doesn't train people that old. Anakin was nine and I had to train him myself because the Order wouldn't take him."

Master Yoda chimed in. "Different, Ahsoka's case was."

Anakin lifted his head out of his hands. He wasn't mad or anything about Ahsoka's age like Obi-Wan was. He was mad that he never knew this about his Padawan. He'd known her for 3 years and the entire, her past life was kept a secret from him. It's like her Ectohazmith disease all over again.

"How was it different?" Anakin asked innocently. He wasn't going to get mad about her exception like his former master. That was a thing in the past that she had no control over. She was in a coma right now. That was all that mattered.

Mace Windu was the one to answer. "When she came to the Temple she could already use the force at the level of a Jedi Knight. It was miraculous. With that and her photographic memory she was able to advance quickly to the level that she was supposed to be at for her age."

"She became your Padawan just a year and a half after she arrived at the temple," stated Plo Koon.

The Jedi Master was looking more and more off as they watched Ahsoka's memories. Anakin knew that at some point Plo Koon would enter and play a part in the story of her life. And he didn't look anxious to see that point come to pass.

"How does the Tristakine work?" Master Plo spoke again. "What order are the memories going in?"

The nurse behind the controls looked up from the computer and at the Jedi Master. "Well from past trials it's somewhat unpredictable. Sometimes the projector will be showing a single memory and that memory will trigger another memory, causing the Tristakine to jump to that recollection. Afterwards it usually just returns to the previous memory and keeps going as though the jump never happened."

The other nurse next to her sensed that the explanation might have been somewhat confusing and started to clear it up. "It works somewhat like a person. You remember something, which causes you to remember something else, and the process reiterates from there. It's only unpredictable in the way that people are."

The people in the room nodded and accepted the nurses' answers even though they were still a bit puzzling.

Anakin thought about the jump the Tristakine had taken. It turned into the memory of him assuming his Padawan's people were carnivores. At the time he thought it was just an innocent joke and a fact he'd learned about Togruti culture. Now he regretted all of that.

"Master Plo Koon, would you mind if we took some of your blood so that your recollections can be entered in as well?"

The Master Jedi nodded and the nurses began to take some blood. In the meantime the screen began to color again. The group of Jedi turned back to the projector and watched as it turned back on, leading to another memory.


(Tristakine) Ahsoka POV

Ahsoka was 12 years old and the head of the house. She supported her family and brought in the money. Where the money came from was complicated.

Since Ahsoka's house was on a ranch the Tano family had always had animals. When her mother died Ahsoka had to sell all of the animals that couldn't offer up anything. So now all that were left were two cows, a goat, and about twenty chickens. She sold the eggs, cheese, and milk in town for a bit of money.

The main cash flow came from whatever people hired her to fix. She followed after her mother in becoming a mechanic and learned everything from an early age. After school (back when she used to go to school) she would go to her mom's garage and she would teach Ahsoka the basics of fixing a hover craft, or a circuit board. She caught on pretty quickly with her photographic memory.

And that's where she was today-fixing up security systems, hover crafts, cameras, pretty much whatever people will pay her for. She lived in a small town, and was the only mechanic around the parts so all jobs fell to her. Truthfully she knew her situation could be worse. She didn't get paid a lot and necessities were expensive, especially with a gambling father. But she made it work for Chance's sake.

On the best days, a very rare opportunity would make itself visible. It'd only happened twice in the three years Ahsoka had been providing for her family. And that rare opportunity was when a spaceship broke down in her small town on Shili.

She was the only mechanic around so they would hire her to fix it. She'd have to work through the days and nights on end, but she got paid like rich man. Fixing a ship wasn't cheap and Ahsoka would never turn down the offer to make money patching one up.

Too bad the opportunity was so rare.


One night when Kiytam Tano came home from the bar he didn't set the usual scene he did at dinner. Ahsoka and Chance were already sitting down and eating dinner. Kiytam ordered Chance to go to his room (which he reluctantly did after a stern glare from his sister) and was left with just his daughter.

He didn't waste any time arguing with Ahsoka like he normally did. Kiytam got to the point and hit her across the face.

Ahsoka was used to it by now. It'd been going on for over two years. Yet as her body got stronger for armor against his abuse, his hits became stronger as well.

They girl had to learn at a young age how to hide the bruises. She usually wore long sleeves to cover the injuries. Ahsoka wore shorts on a normal day to day basis because her father preferred abusing her upper body rather than lower. The sad part was that she was just used to it.

After he was done hitting her and ready to pass out in an alcohol coma, he sent her outside and told her to sleep somewhere else for the night. He said something about being too much of a disappointment to be in his house.

So Ahsoka left.

She didn't go far though. She just went to Chance's bedroom window and knocked a few times. It only took a few seconds before he appeared on the other side of the window and opened it up. This wasn't the first time Ahsoka had been kicked out of the house.

Ahsoka leaned forward against the windowsill trying to get as comfortable as possible in the bad position. Chance was sitting on his bed, which was moved closer to the window just for these situations.

"Did Dad kick you out again?" His voice was small when he spoke. It hurt for Ahsoka to see him like this.

She tried to comfort him. "Just for the night Chancey. It'll be alright in the morning."

It was quiet for a minute or two. Neither of them knew what to say. Ahsoka being kicked out and forced to sleep in the barn for the night had happened more times than she'd care to admit.

After what seemed like ages Chance's voice broke through the silence. "He hit you."

Ahsoka sighed and reluctantly responded. "Yeah," she wasn't going to lie to him. She wouldn't do that. Chance was all she had.

"Why does he hit you?"

How was she supposed to answer that? It broke Ahsoka's heart just thinking of telling him. He deserved to know though didn't he? He was as much in this as she was.

"He's sad."

Chance wouldn't just accept that though. He knew there was more. "About Mommy?"

"Yeah, he misses Mom. When someone dies, not everyone can just move on. Daddy can't move on. He loved Mommy and he misses her so much that he refuses to move on. That's why he drinks. And that's why he gambles."

"That doesn't make sense."

Ahsoka sighed. "I know it doesn't…but that doesn't change that that's the way it is."

Chance seemed to somewhat understand that. Yet the questions didn't stop. "Why doesn't he hit me?"

A switch flipped on in Ahsoka's brain. Her expression turned from being sad to serious in a single second. "Because I would never let him," she said more sternly than she meant. She softened her voice again and continued. "Go get your picture."

Chance threw himself off the bed and rushed over to his drawer to get the photo only he and Ahsoka knew about. He pulled it out of the drawer and rushed back over to the window. He held out the photo to Ahsoka and she took it.

She loved this photo. It was of their family. After their mother died, Kiytam got rid of every photo with her in it. Ahsoka was able to save this one before he burned all the rest.

She gave the photo back to Chance and pointed at their mother. "I look a lot like Mom."

Chance seemed to have just noticed the resemblance when she pointed it out. "Yeah, you do."

Ahsoka had known for a while. Her lekku were the same color as her mother's. Their faces looked almost exactly alike. The only difference was that Ahsoka's was younger. "Well I may look like Mom, but my personality is all Dad. I get that from him. We're both stubborn and persistent about things."

"You on the other hand Chancey look just like Dad." He frowned. "Don't be sad about that. Dad was once an amazing man who loved us so much. It's not his fault that he's like this now." He nodded his head and motioned for Ahsoka to go on with her previous subject. "Where was I? Oh-you look like Dad. You really do. You got his lekku and markings. You've got the making of quite a handsome gentleman one day kiddo."

That actually got Chance to smile.

Ahsoka grinned at her work and continued. "But you are just like mom. She was patient, and solemn. Not that great at math like you either." This caused him to let out a small laugh, a laugh that Ahsoka would never get tired of hearing.

"Dad knows that I look like Mom too. Every time he sees me he thinks for a second that maybe-maybe I'm Mom. But I'm not, and it hurts every time he has to realize that. Because I may look like Mom, but inside I'm not. Not only does that make him mad, but it annoys the crap out of him." Ahsoka let out a breath. "He'd never hurt you, because you're not the disappointment that I am to him."

She didn't let her little brother respond. There was nothing left to say. "Now hand me your spare pillow, I'm going to sleep in the barn tonight."

He handed her the pillow and bid her good night. Ahsoka told him she loved him and walked off to the barn, her resting place for the night.


A/N- As I said before, stick with me. This whole Tristakine thing will be over soon. After that it's Ahsoka dealing with what she went through and Anakin dealing with it as well. Review and tell me what you all think. I like hearing your thoughts.

Now for my daily talking to myself. I didn't see Dr. Who today. I'm trying to catch up on Supernatural before it starts back up on Tuesday (can't wait for that). Dr. Who was supposed to be good though. I don't really like Danny Pink, but I don't hate him. So that's good. Anyway Gracepoint started with David Tennant and Selfie with Karen Gillan and my life has never been better. -Saraphine