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Note: This fic originated as a way of trying to tie the fairly mellow Clone Wars Anakin together with his more traumatized ROTS incarnation.
Anakin Skywalker
He hates it when they're given leave. It's never long enough to go home (never long enough to see Padmé and forget). It's only just long enough to spend a few days waiting.
He usually tries to think of some training exercise for Ahsoka, but she's just as restless as he is, and she makes clumsy mistakes he knows she would never make on the field. It doesn't help that he does, too, and so it usually ends with him sending her off to meditate and hating himself for it. How many times did Master Obi-Wan do that to him? And now he finds himself wondering if it was ever because Master Obi-Wan couldn't stop his hand from shaking, and maybe he just didn't want his padawan to see.
He visits the medbay. They have calming agents that make the shaking stop, and he's intensely glad that the bay is only staffed with droids. The droids won't talk.
He goes back to find Ahsoka, and he can't even bring himself to be disappointed that she's not meditating. He wonders briefly if he should get her some of the calming agents, too, but no. She's not like him. She has a temper sometimes, but still she's a proper Jedi. She's not threatening to break apart at any moment.
And so he's glad when the call comes in. Master Rancisis needs assistance and their leave's been cut short. He's on the bridge immediately, issuing orders and taking reports and considering his strategy, and when Ahsoka joins him she only looks a little disappointed at losing a day of leave. He just hopes the relief isn't obvious on his face.
The calming agents are starting to wear off now, but that doesn't matter, because he has something to do again. He watches his men set the coordinates and the lines of hyperspace appear, and he thinks that the battle can't come soon enough.