Chapter 2: Ahsoka's Hidden Talent

POV: Ahsoka

I unlocked the door and pushed it open to see my new Master sitting on the bed. I used all the strength I had to try and pull my two massive bags through the door. I nearly tripped over somehow and he chuckled at me. I looked to him and asked him to help me through my facial expressions. He pushed himself off the bed and picked up both bags and threw them on the bed like they were merely shopping bags. I stared at him, angrily.

"Do you know how long it took me to get those up here?!" I said, frustrated. "And then you just throw them around like they're bags of feathers!" I kind of shouted. But I wassmiling, and laughing. How come I was finding myself always smiling or laughing when I was around him?

He started laughing. "Yes, I'm amazing Snips," he said, full of pride.

"Ugh you're so full of yourself Master."

"You know you love me," he said, smirking. I rolled my eyes and laughed, I sighed as I fell backwards onto my bed.

We rested in silence for a bit until something came up in my mind that I wanted to ask him.

"Something on you mind Snips?" He asked.

"Wha - how did you? I-"I stuttered. How did he know I wanted to ask something?

"I can tell Ahsoka. Master's and their Padawans have a special bond. We can hear each other's thoughts. It's like we're talking. We can speak to one another through our thoughts" He must of felt my worry rise a bit, "Don't worry you can shield your mind if you don't want me to hear you thoughts." I relaxed.

"So, what's on your mind kid?" He started walking over to my bed. He sat on the edge as I turned to look at him.

"Master, why did you choose me to be your Padawan? I mean, I'm the youngest, and Keyla is of much more deserving. She trained harder than us, and knows all the teachings of by heart. Jess is very fit, and can survive any battle. But, I'm just, me…I-"

"Ahsoka stop. I know they might be smarter, or fitter, or they might train harder than you, but I have my reasons for choosing you. All the other younglings just tried to please me and make a good impression. You were just being yourself. You had no one to impress, and I admire you for that. If someone doesn't like who you are, that's their problem, not yours. I chose you because I think we will get along together. If I had a choice between the smartest, fittest, most hardworking and loyal youngling in the galaxy and you, I would choose you. There is no point in choosing a Padawan if you know you're not going to get along with them. I need to be able to trust my apprentice with my life, and I need them to trust me. And I believe that we can do that Ahsoka. That is why I chose you as my Padawan." He said, smiling. I was shocked. I had never expected that.

"Thank you Master," I said. Without even thinking, I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him. I could feel he was surprised by my actions, but welcomed them, hugging me back.

"I'm only being honest Snips" He said.

After a few short seconds I pulled away. I looked to my left, seeing to big bags that needed to be unpacked. Maybe I should unpack now, if we weren't going to do something….I thought.

"Yes you need to unpack; we aren't doing much else for the rest of the night so you can go unpack now if you like." He read my thoughts again.

"Master, can you please, refrain from doing that? I've been in the room for like, fifteen minutes!" I laughed. He started laughing too. It was a memorable moment. After the laughter died out I got up and walked over to my big bag.

"You need any help Snips?"

"I'll be ok doing it on my own Master; you probably have things to do."

"It's ok I'll help you. Otherwise you're going to be there all night. How much stuff do you have?!"

"All that a girl needs." I said with a sweet face.

POV: Anakin Skywalker

I helped Ahsoka get her all her stuff unpacked and then we got changed. We weren't completely comfortable with each other yet so she changed in the refresher, as I expected she would. She wore long pants with a comfortable crop top. I have to admit, she looked kind of…cute….but she was only 16, and I'm 21. I can't be with her. I actually felt a little bit of pain my heart when I realised that. Snap out of it Skywalker….I thought to myself. I made sure I had my mind barrier up. I think it's best if she doesn't know what I'm thinking at the moment…I changed into just a comfortable pair of pants. I caught her staring at my chest. You couldn't blame her, I mean, have you seen my abbs? I chuckled and she turned away quickly. I tried to read her thoughts but she had her barrier up.

"I see you've already learnt how to block your mind from me," I said calmly.

"It was perfectly necessary with you going through my head all the time!" She said.

"Or were you just thinking something that you didn't want me to know?" I said. I could see I was stirring her up.

"Of course not. What do I have to hide?"

"Ok, if you say so…" I said, smiling away from her. I helped her finish unpacking, and we just stood there, in the centre of the dorm, not knowing what to do next.

"Um, what do we do now Master?" She asked, casually.

"I, don't know really. It's too late to go out and do anything, but it's not late enough to go to bed. If you have something you need to do, I have a mission report that I need to do. It needs to be done for tomorrow so…" I said, scratching the back of my head.

"Yeah ok. I'm good with that." She responded.

2 hours later…

I was writing the last few details on the mission report. I looked over to Ahsoka and smiled. She had her headphones in, while drawing something in a sketch pad. I watched her as her head nodded and swayed as she listened to the music. My eyes found their way to her lips, and I smiled again. What is going on?! Sixteen Anakin! She's sixteen! Stop it! But I couldn't help it, she was so adorable… She looked at me and immediately stopped silently singing to her music. She blushed. I chuckled and looked back to my report, signing it off at the bottom. I stood up bringing the report with me. I walked toward the door and put it on a shelf, so I wouldn't forget it tomorrow.

"Snips remind me tomorrow to take this to the council?" I asked,

"Sure Master," she replied, giving me a half-smile. She went back to her drawing, and I became curious to what she was sketching.

"Ahsoka what are you sketching? You've been at it for a while." I said. She looked up at me, her eyes wider than they were before. I walked to her bed and sat down at the end of it. She took her headphones off.

"Um, nothing. Just, a person. That's all." She said, nervously.

"Can I see?" I asked, holding my hand out. She pulled it towards her chest and shook her head, smiling cheekily.

"Aww please?" I said sarcastically. "Don't make me chase you for it…" I wouldn't actually chase her for it but she seemed to think I would. She looked down at it for a moment, then slowly reached out, giving it to me, the sketch facing down. I didn't think she would, but I wasn't complaining. I took it gently from her hand and turned it over, revealing the face she had been working on. My jaw dropped in amazement. The sketch was amazing. It was a young Togruta girl, she looked around 6 years old. She had eyes filled with tears, and she was holding an old dirty teddy bear. She looked so, afraid. I wondered if this is Ahoksa felt, or if it was someone she knew or had seen once.

"Who, who is this?" I whispered quietly, still looking at the amazing drawing. She sighed.

"My sister, . That's how I remember her face when I was leaving to come to the temple with Master Plo. We, lost our parents six years after she was born. I was 9 when they died. So when I left, she was devastated. She had no one left except my older who is married and living with his wife. He cares for her now. I know he will look after her, but I still miss her a lot." She said, I single tear trickling down her face.

"Ahsoka, I'm so sorry for asking." I said, sorrowfully.

"No, it's ok. I feel better now that someone knows." She said, wiping away the tear.

"Do you always draw people?" I asked.

"I draw people that make an impact on my life. Family, friends, even people that I've never spoken to, but seen before. I've drawn people from my dreams as well." She said. She turned to the first page of the book, and showed it to me. I moved to sit next to her at the head of the bed, and put my arm around her as she showed me her works of art. It felt so, right. Me and her. I felt my heart rate pick up and immediately put a barrier over my mind, just in case.

She had so many beautiful drawings. Her family and friends, all happy and laughing. Then we came to a sketch that was very different from the rest. It was a picture of herself, but she looked like she had been crying for hours. Her eyes were all puffy, and there were tear stains on her cheeks. She looked about 14. Her eyes held so much pain...She saw my face and tried to turn the page, but I stopped her.

"Why are you so sad there?" I asked, tightening my arm around her a little. I felt very protective of her.

"I don't want to talk about it. Excuse me." She stood up and walked quickly into the refresher, closing her sketch book and putting it under her bed. Cautiously, I bent over the edge of the bed and pulled it out again. I turned back to the page we were looking at. I stared at it for a few moments, then turned to the next, which was her sister. I turned one more to see her most recent sketch. She must have just been finishing off the one of her sister. This one looked like she had only just begun working on it. As I stared at the drawing, I couldn't quite figure out who it could be. I held it up to see it better in the light and a photo fell from the bottom of the book. I picked up the photo and compared it to the sketch. My eyes widened.

Sorry for the cliff-hanger guys! I hope you like it so far! More to come soon!

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