AN: Check out this link: -I think it's a cool video-kinda sad, though. I don't look at a lot of videos, but I found this one and liked it...

.com/watch?v=0TmHfzskfjA&feature=related (It won't let me paste the first part...it's on youtube)

Anyway, back to the story. :)

Nightly nightmares haunted the Padawan, now. She hated it, the snippy 'Soka hated it. So she fought doubly hard to overcome them and be as much as herself as she could...it earned her some looks from her master, and of course, Obi-Wan's reprimands. But she didn't really care. She always wanted to please them, to become a good Jedi. Maybe that's why she had stayed in the battle. She didn't throw out that suggestion, though. Saying that was like giving in.

While the nightmares were nightly, she never cried in her sleep, at least up to this day. That bothered Ahsoka. It didn't seem normal, but as long as she could suppress the screams...laying awake tonight, she stared at the ceiling. She wanted to sleep...if she closed her eyes just for a moment...

Black cape streaming behind him...his black eyes hidden, but she could feel the hatred they held. Shivering, a hidden ghost to her enemy, she could just see him - like a premonition. Her blue eyes narrowed as he turned towards her. He didn't see her, though. Maybe he would never see the real Ahsoka, again. The one she was when she was with Anakin Skywalker, certainly not this monstrous version.

Now it was gone. A burnt man was lying on a table, screaming in pain as figure with creased, distorted skin looked on at him. A black suit was fit to him and only as the mask was being placed on his face did Ahsoka realized. She burst forward, screaming, "Master! Stop! Master!"She repeated it, louder and louder, hoping they could hear her. They didn't - nobody turned to her and told her to be quiet. Nobody even glanced her way.

She didn't matter, anymore; they couldn't hear her, see her...she was just a bystander. But even so, the Togruta child yelled on, screaming for the life she had, the future she could have gone into with her master, Anakin Skywalker. It was over.

That was when Ahsoka woke up and realized that she had been screaming out loud. Her cheeks were sticky wet, her breathing ragged. She struggled to calm herself down, struggled to contain her emotions. She stared at her hands, wanting to suppress the tears, but a voice in her head was singing, "He's gone, Jedi, gone." Ahsoka pressed her hands to her head, as if that would help.

Somebody's arms wrapped around her, his voice drowning out the one in her head, "Ahsoka, sh, sh. It's okay. You're gonna be okay." Ahsoka couldn't just stop, though. She sat there, a silent cry coming from the back of her throat. She was unaware of any presences she was so unsettled, but then she recognized Anakin's gloved fingers. He had never been good at comforting her when she was upset, but perhaps she had taught him better than she thought.

It's over, Jedi. Over. The voice was a constant whisper now. It came again, almost mocking her. She thrashed, trying to stamp it out. "Make it go away!" Ahsoka burst out. Her red-gloved hands balled into fists, but Anakin's hands surrounded them. She was forced to look into his confused blue eyes. She could practically taste his confusion, and his want to help her. He won't help you. He won't. "He will!"

"Snips? Sh, it's okay." Anakin was holding her at arms length, staring at his dazed apprentice. Ahsoka was caught in a dream, and the Sith's whispering voices that somebody was throwing at her. And it wouldn't stop...it just wouldn't stop. Die, Jedi. Die.

Ahsoka's lips parted as her bleary eyes focused on nothing. She suddenly felt ill, sick to her stomach. "Master...it won't stop." She managed, "It's gonna kill me. I'm n-n-not okay." She felt him lay her back down, but he held her partway upright. He leaned against the wall, her head resting on his chest. Ahsoka wished he could stop it...or that he would stop it. But he couldn't. He didn't even know. Run, Jedi. Run. He's dead, Jedi, dead.

"No! I won't let it!" Ahsoka yelled again. She squirmed in Anakin's arms, but he held her, anyway, "Let me go! Have to fight!" But Anakin just held her. Ahsoka wiggled furiously now, "Let...go! Why...won't you?" Ahsoka felt sweat form on her face. It dripped into her eyes, provoking an odd burning sensation.

You could never prove anything to him. Never. That moment nearly made Ahsoka go over the edge. He didn't believe in her? Again, she whispered, , "Let me go! Why won't you just let me go? I need to fight...need to save..."

Then Anakin spoke again, in a slow deliberate way, almost to himself. Ahsoka didn't pay him any mind, "I have to, Ahsoka. There's nobody here, but me. You could hurt yourself." Ahsoka knew he was worried, but so was she. She was exhausted, worn out from the dreams and the voice that continuously spoke to her. But Anakin. Wouldn't. Let. Go. And for some reason, the voice gleefully told her, It hurts. It hurts!

Oh, she would fight now. She kicked until her legs felt rubbery, but she couldn't punch. And finally, Anakin, his voice worn out from worry, said, "Snips, it's all right. I believe in you. You never had to prove anything to me... You're going to be a good Jedi, I promise you. You are a good Jedi. You don't have to fight anymore." Ahsoka knew that his words had nothing to do with her dreams, just the roots of her thoughts. It, however, let her destroy the voice, at least for now. Suddenly so tired, she looked up into her Master's eyes. "You okay?"

"Yes." Ahsoka hardly believed herself...it just didn't seem possible that she could be all right so soon after all that. And besides, her head was pounding. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't, not after all of that. But Anakin didn't tell her that she was ridiculous, or that he was leaving. He knew she needed help...and no matter what the Sith voice had said, he would give it to her.

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay, Ahsoka?" Anakin's voice was soft, gentle. "I'll help you sleep...no more dreams, I promise." Ahsoka nodded, letting her eyelids flutter shut. Such a relief, to finally, finally be safe.

Anakin stared down at his sleeping apprentice. Ahsoka looked exhausted, even in her sleep. She had some terrible dreams, dreams that seemed to empty to life out from under her. He could feel some bruised on his chest from her struggle, but they would heal. The problem was...would Ahsoka?

And what had she wanted to fight? Was it some sort of hallucination? A trick of mind to take her away from him? Anakin looked at her again...the dreams, or whatever they were, were not looking so good. In fact, it seemed almost more than that...as if somebody was enforcing it and trying to take her away. Not Dooku...not Ventress - she was long gone...not Savage Oppress...also long gone...but that Master, whoever he was.

What was he trying to do?

Anakin didn't sleep that night, not by a long shot. When Ahsoka actually woke up, she looked somewhat better. Tired, nervous...but she frowned at him, "What was that?" Anakin could only guess she meant the thing trying to get her last night. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, obviously ashamed she had fallen apart so badly.

"I'm not sure." Anakin said at last. "Snips...what were you dreaming about?" He knew he said it rather straight forwardly, perhaps too much. Demanding would not get him very far, but he had to try something.

She looked away, and for a moment, Anakin thought she wouldn't answer. Then, in a quiet voice, she whispered, "The fate of the galaxy."

Nothing more was said. It was quiet, uncomfortably so.

Nobody really knows what happened to Savage, so I'm guessing...