AN: I don't have much to say, other than this was hard to write, I have no idea why. But...back into the action.

Tythe actually was the area the Jedi fought at before Coruscant's invasion. I'm trying to fallow that storyline. :)

The girl was ignoring him. She was indeed strong with the Force - her master had trained her well. But it was only the light side, Sidious reminded himself. The Jedi's light side would only take them so far. And Ahsoka wasn't about to use the dark side. If only her master would allow her into battle, he could attack while Ahsoka was preoccupied and vulnerable. Sneering an odd, crooked smile, he looked out into the pastel-colored Coruscant sky. He could imagine the day it was stained with smoke of the destroyed Temple, the Senate welcoming their new leadership.

The Senators never did seem to think or go over their leader's suggestions all so well, save Naboo's and Alderaan's. Sidious felt a touch of fury spark in his chest. Senator Amidala. Senator Organa. They were never 'corrupt', as the Jedi believed most were. Good and pure to the Jedi, they served usage. But it didn't matter; they'd be gone the day Sidious could rid the Senate of them.

Greivous was coming; Dooku was at Tythe. Plans were laying into the ground as though he were cementing them together. Closing his eyes, he dreamed of the Empire's rise, his brash, reckless apprentice by his side. For now, he would use the attachments for his own good. Obi-Wan must die. Ahsoka must die. For now, he'd use Padme, but Anakin's love might disable his usage to the dark side. She would have to die one day, also, by his apprentice's hand. Her fall would stabilize Anakin in such away that return to the Light may never be possible.

He called upon the dark side, making the Light Side cloudy for the Jedi who dwelt her. His apprentice. Anakin Skywalker would come. And Ahsoka would go. So easy, so perfectly, wonderfully easy.

Ahsoka leaned over her Datapad, as though trying to study, but anyone who knew her would know that she was watching her Master talk to the Council. When he glanced at her with an irritated expression, she averted her gaze back to the Datapad. The screen's writing was in Basic, but she was supposed to be studying Tythe and trying to find out where the Separatist's base was - like she hadn't done so before. She nearly opened her mouth to remind Anakin of this, and that if he really wanted to go over it one last time, why didn't he do it? Instead, the question that popped out was, "Can I go back into battle, Master? I mean, you can't very well protect me when I'm here, right?"

That earned her another irritated look. Ahsoka was begging, she knew that, and she had asked before. Her Master hadn't given her an answer, unless you count handing her his beat up Datapad and informing her that she had to look at Tythe. Try to find Tythe's base. "Right!" She had called, "But only if you let me go!" He had ignored that comment and left her. She jogged behind him as though sneakily trailing behind him, and he didn't know. He did, though. He just chose not to mention it.

Now, he beckoned for her to follow him. She started to joyfully toss the Datapad on a nearby crate, but with a sheepish glance at her master's retreating form, she held on to it. She trotted up beside him, "Please, Master?" Still begging without the vaguest sense of dwindling hope, she tried to widen her already wide blue orbs, but her master spun her around to face him.

"Did anyone ever tell you interrupting is not polite?" He asked, only to lead to Ahsoka's shrugging, and a gentle smile. Anakin let out a long sigh, "I know you think I'm overbearing, that I'm so reckless except when it comes to your safety. But, Ahsoka Tano, this time I won't let you sneak into battle. You can come." Ahsoka turned to him, her eyes glowing. She wasn't expecting that.

"Thanks!" She started to run off, so she wouldn't have to hear any rules he laid down, but her master called back to her, "Wait, Snips! You need to listen to me!" Ahsoka turned back and dragged her feet as she came to him. Anakin looked at her, trying to emphasize his I'm-not-playing-games look. Ahsoka smirked at him, as though trying to say he wasn't doing so well. "Snips, I need to keep an eye on you. All right? I can't have you off running into a trap. I know you don't think this voice isn't big, but..." Anakin paused, closing his eyes. Ahsoka was growing irritated, and she almost missed the next three words, "I saw you."

Ahsoka looked at him, no longer in a hurry to dash off, no longer annoyed at her master's worry, "I - I don't remember much. Master...What happened?" Ahsoka saw him give her a surprised look as though he didn't think she'd care that much, or even want to think of that night. Ahsoka frowned, her lips twitching. Ready to spill out her annoyance, Ahsoka stopped as her master held up a hand, "Hush, Snips. I get it. I'm just a little surprised. I would've thought that you'd try to run from the visions, not relive them."

"If it was possible, sure I would." Ahsoka muttered. She glanced at him, a small smile on her face, "Master," She took in a deep breath and expelled slowly. Sadly, "I am so sorry." She leaned on the wall, holding her chin up as though it was the only way to keep from falling over. She looked near tears, on the verge of descending into a pain-painted life. Ahsoka could see Anakin's stun, his fierce want to keep her safe. But he couldn't, and for once, he accepted it. He set a hand on her shoulder, and didn't apologize for what he couldn't do.

"Ahsoka, nobody is to blame here - you taught me that - except the one who's doing this to you." Ahsoka looked at him again. She didn't honestly think somebody was doing this to her - why in the Force would somebody give a Togruta Jedi apprentice visions when her master was the Chosen One? Her master - no offense to him - was more likely to suffer.

Ahsoka was ready to ask him that. She wanted to comprehend the situation and hunt after her prey, eager as always. But she didn't have much of a chance, because Obi-Wan called out from down the hall, "Com'on Anakin, Ahsoka! We're waiting for you!" As Ahsoka stormed by him, a hurricane of nervous energy, he muttered just so she heard, "Must you two always be tardy?"

Ahsoka just laughed, a small sound emitted from the back of her throat, and leaped away. Always ready to battle, she activated a lightsaber and left the Leveler. She slipped inside a LiMerge building. She wondered what the place had once been, before it was turned into a factory, but that didn't matter now. Her focus was now. She could feel Anakin behind her, feel his tightened anxiety. She ignored it as red streaks of blaster fire crisscrossed around her. Her green lightsaber came up, and she swung it through the air, deflecting and cutting, a constant whir of the Force.

She dissolved into, opening her mind, but keenly wary. But she couldn't remain so wary when death was marching at you in lines. She was moving away from Anakin, slowly but surely. He barely noticed her missing presence, and Ahsoka, pleased, moved even farther away. If she could win this thing, her Master's pride in her would be complete, he'd believe in her far better than he ever did once. She hungered for his approval...but...but...

He won't hand his approval over to you, Jedi brat! He won't! Are you crazy? Why do you long for it? So stupid! Ahsoka screamed as she flew back into the wall. It was solid and it hurt, ached, against her touch. It offered shelter from the droids, but it didn't matter. They were gone, all gone. Everything was gone. DIE! You will DIE! Over and over again until Ahsoka blacked out, her deactivated lightsaber falling from her hand.