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Chapter 2.

Anakin's P.O.V.

I didn't know what was going on with Ahsoka but I didn't want to push the subject. It's obvious she doesn't want to talk. Still, I just can't help my Over Protective big brother instinct, if not big brother then father.

I've never heard Ahsoka talk about her real father, so I assume she never knew him or was too little when she left her Family to remember him. She's never talked about her mother either or at least not directly to me, but she does have dreams, most of the time there nightmares. I've heard her talk in her sleep before, mumbling things like "Mother" or sometimes even a full sentence like "Mother, don't leave me… Please!" or "Mom… no…. don't let him g-" but that one was cut off by her crying.

Every time she has a bad dream I wake her up. Usually she's screaming or still crying and when she wakes up I comfort her in my arm and just let her cry in to my shoulder. Then I lay her back in her bed and put her to sleep. Sometimes she doesn't want to sleep, so I use the force to help sooth her and know that I'm here. Usually no matter how hard she tries to stay awake, for fear that her nightmare will come back, she always falls back asleep. But when the morning comes she doesn't like to talk about it. I've tried talking to her about it, but she won't tell me anything.

Padme Amidala, the Senator of Naboo and my secret wife is very close to Ahsoka as well. She's like her Mother. So I guess you could say that were kind of like Ahsoka's second parents and Ahsoka is like our only daughter.

Ahsoka tells us lots of things, but her nightmares and old Family are off limits to us. We've only ever asked her about her old Family once, but she just shrugged and didn't say anything. So we're guessing she doesn't know about them, but then why does she dream about her Mother all the time? I wish she could see that she can tell me anything, even about the dreams. If it's anyone, it's me that can relate to her the most. I lost my mother when I was 9 and since then I always had dreams of her. A few were good, but every time I woke up from them I would still cry. Because I knew those few good dreams would never come true or would never happen ever again. Then most of my other dreams about her were bad.

So yes, if there's anyone she can tell about her dreams it's me. I don't know if her own mother is dead or if it's just when they got separated when Plo Koon brought her to the Jedi Temple. But I do know that she will never see her mother again, just like me. Now about what happened 2 weeks ago on Shili, my young Padawan has seen dead bodies of innocence before, but I know that seeing dead bodies of her own kind on her home planet probably shook her to the core. I don't know if this has anything to do with her Family or not, but I do know that Tagrutas are very close to one another. So even though Ahsoka might not have known any of them I won't blame her for being upset.

As I was walking to the Mess Hall all I can think about was Ahsoka. I was worried for her, because surely seeing what happened on Shili must have scared her.

Ahsoka always has to act more mature for her age, since she is a Jedi. So I forget that… Ahsoka is just a child, forced to see things someone her age should never have to see. She has to be strong for the people that she protects, heck, more strong then most of the Men on those planets we try to protect! She has so many waits on her shoulders. And since she's my Padawan; the Chosen one's Padawan, and that she is the second person out of all the Jedi who graduated to Padawan status at the of Age of 11- if not for the hated Jedi trader Nathaniel Sage's Birth Ahsoka could have been the first- the Jedi Council and every other Jedi expect so much from her. Everyone has so many high expectations for her that I forget that she's just a small child and that yes, she CAN be afraid and it's ok.

I didn't think about how she might feel when I agreed to let her go with the clones to search for survivors until she actually came back to the ship early, tears in her eyes, walking straight past me back in the ship. It was then that I realized my mistake for letting her go off with the clones and forgetting that she was just as delicate as any other child in the galaxy…

And surely Padme will have my head when she finds out about that…

I instantly rub my neck and wince *ouch*…

Now what about that box? I've always wondered what's inside of it, but I've never seen it. I'm not stupid though, whatever is in that box could be tied to her old family, and if not then it's something completely different. If that's the case then I have no idea what she could be hiding from me, especially since the box isn't that big. Who knows? I won't go in to Ahsoka's business though, but I am worried about her…

Ahsoka's P.O.V.

After I found my necklace and had put it back around my neck hidden under my shirt, I decided to take a visit to one of my best friends Ryle Strider

Ryle has fare skin and has brown hair going down to the middle of her back and green eyes that all the boys can't stop starring at. She wears an off-shoulder light green Cami shirt and Hollister shorts and white strap Wedges. She definably loves her teenage fashion.

I walked out of the temple making sure I had my com link with me and went to my speeder and headed off to see one of my closes friends. Ryle lives here in Corasant close to the temple. Her father works for the republic. The Jedi council has a few houses built near the temple for their non-Jedi workers/volunteers and their families. Her father is a sort of secret messenger or spy for the Jedi. She and her mother are just regular normal people.

I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I remember Master Yoda had called all of us Jedi Younglings in to train. I was 5 years old and had lived in the temple for almost 2 years. We all met with him and about half an hour in to the training session someone came running in. The man that ran in with black cropped hair wearing a dark green uniform said "Master Yoda! I have an urgent message for you!" And behind him, I saw a little human girl about my age following him. Master Yoda looked down at the little girl and smiled. The man explained that she was his daughter and how his wife was in the hospital at the time and no one could take care of her so she had to come with him. Master Yoda and the guy went in to a little private room and told us, even the other little girl, to wait outside. So while the other younglings were playing I sat down by myself. I didn't have any friends. But then, out of nowhere the little girl came over to me and sat next to me. I didn't know what to do; I was so nerves because I remember not having a friend for the longest time since going to the Jedi Temple. Then she looked at me and said "Hi, I'm Ryle. What's your name?" and so I told her my name and we started talking and we instantly became friends.

I came back to reality suddenly found myself at her house.

I came up to Ryle's house and parked my speeder. I walked up to their door and rang the doorbell. Then the door swooped open and standing there was best friend, and my sister.

"Ahsoka!" she yelled happily. "Ryle!" then we both screamed and hugged each other. I haven't seen nor talked to Ryle in over 3 and a half months because of all the missions my master and I have been going on lately.

Right after the mission 2 weeks ago, Ryle was grounded and off limits. She couldn't contact me at all and she wasn't allowed to see friends, but her punishment is up now.

Before we left to the mission on Shili we were on this other mission for 3 months, 2 and a half months was spent trying to survive with the little we had after our base was attacked wondering when the Republic would find us.

For me when I have to go on missions, usually when we go on long missions, I make it a mission myself to at least talk to my sister on my com link or threw a Holo chat every now and then. But not hearing each other's voices at all for 3 months, well I'm sure is scared Ryle a lot. She's always worrying about me.

"Ahsoka Tano Strider!" she always adds her last name on mine because we call each other sisters.

I smile every time she does that... but this time I didn't... this time I couldn't. I couldn't smile…

"Why have you not contacted me at all? I was so scared that something horrible happened to you and that I would never see you again!" Yep, same old Ryle I know and love.

"I'm sorry Ry, but the whole system in our technology was shut down! Literally! We were attacked and we had to abandon our base if we wanted to survive the Separatist. We were like that for a whole 2 and a half months till the republic found us. We only lasted two weeks in that base. And right after that failed mission they sent us on another mission to... Shili." I said, looking at her with a sad face. Ughhh! Why can't I just at least 'pretend' to smile?

I couldn't smile and I hesitated when I said Shili. I hope she didn't notice...

"Well I'm just glad you're ok sis, I was just worried." She said, looking at me suspiciously. Yep, she noticed. We walked inside her house and went to her room. We sat down on her bed. I looked around her room, everything was decorated.

She had a few posters of the galaxy's top rock bands; a cute color picked Light green and white walls because those are her favorite colors. A corner desk with a computer and pencil and paper holders on the side, picture frames on the walls because she loves photography, a green furry round rug, her puppy's dog bed in the other corner of the room for him to sleep in that's all so light green, light green floor lamp that goes over her desk, a nightstand next to her bed with a with a lamp on it, a makeup table with a big mirror against the wall next to her door with all kinds of makeup and perfume on top and in side, a walk in closet filled with half girlie and half tomboy clothes, with lots of shoes on the bottom, hooks on the wall to hang her sweaters; belts; book bags; purses ect. She has a white leather chair in the corner with a white leather leg stool that's also combined with book shelves on the sides of the chair and another book shelf near her desk filled to the brim with books. She also has a double glass door along her wall with a walk out deck because her room is on the second floor and white curtains over the glass doors still bringing in some sunshine.

This was a type of room that I would have, if I wasn't a Jedi. But I am... so there's no need in thinking about something I can't have.

I shook my head and looked back at my friend.

"So… Shili huh?" she said, looking at me with sincere eyes.

I looked down, not knowing what to say. She knows there's something up...

Ryle's P.O.V.-

I knew there was something up the moment I saw Ahsoka! She didnt look the same.

I looked over at her again. No... This isn't the same Ahsoka. The usual sparkle from her eyes was gone. She wasn't smiling at all either. She looked so sad and... Shaken? Ahsoka Tano Strider shaken? That was definitely not like her. Nothing can make her this scared and frighten.

If you didn't know Ahsoka, you'd just say she looked fine. But if you did know her, you would definitely see that something was wrong. She looked like a lost little child that saw something horrible. I noticed she hesitated when she said 'Shili'. Shili was my sister's birth place. (And when I say my sister, that means Ahsoka because I don't have any other sisters and she's just like a sister to me.) It's where she was raised for 3 years by her mother. Sometimes by her busy father...

What? You don't think that Ahsoka would tell her sister about her own family? Of course she did!

I know everything about Ahsoka's past child hood of 3 years. Because that's really all her childhood lasted, was 3 years. After that it ended when she came to the temple.

I know lots of things... I know Ahsoka's mother was only 16 years old when she had her. I know Ahsoka's father was a human and also was a Jedi Padawan. I know Ahsoka has a necklace and I know who gave it to her. I know her like an open book. I don't know her father's name but neither does Ahsoka. I know Ahsoka never knew her father much but loves him with all her heart. And I know Ahsoka misses her mother dearly...

So what happened? What happened that I don't know? Something happened... and I'm going to find out...

"What happened, Ahsoka?"

She kept looking down…

"Ahsoka, this is me you're talking to. You can tell me anything sis…"

Still nothing.

"Sis…what is it? Is this something about your last mission? You can tell me anything."

Ahsoka's P.O.V.

I couldn't look back up at my sister; too many things were going through my mind.

I lost my mother… and nothing can change that. As a Jedi, I shouldn't let this affect me as much as it is. But I just can't help it! I lost her and I couldn't save her. If only we had got there earlier! I could have saved her; she could have still been alive. I could have done something… but I didn't… and now it's too late. I didn't even get to say goodbye, or even an "I love you."

Again the sorrow and pain was coming to me. I thought if I could distract myself for a little while and do something that would make me happy, like see my sister, I would feel better. But I don't and now I just don't know what to do.

My Mother was the best. I can't help but think back, at all the good times we had that I could remember. Like this one time…

One time we were walking around looking at all the stalls and stands up in town and looking at what they were selling. There was this new stand that we bumped in to, with a whole bunch of handmade toys for little kids and babies. Then I saw this doll… and I loved her! She was a stuffed Tagruta doll with white paint on it as markings with buttons for eyes and no mouth. That doll looked so amazing to me at the time, because my mother couldn't afford a lot of toys for me.

I remember pulling on my Mommy's hand and saying "Look mama! Look at that doll!" and then my Mother looked at it and saw how much it was (Which wasn't very much, but we were poor) and shook her head no sadly and told me "Sorry baby girl, but it's too much money." But then, the woman behind the stall looked down at me and smiled, and she said to me "Do you like the doll? How about this sweetheart, I'll lower the price for you. I'll cut the price in half." So I looked at my mother, but she still shook her head no. We walked away and left for home. I remember feeling disappointed that I couldn't have the doll, but I knew that we needed the money for food. I didn't feel too bad though; I just kind of got over it and forgot about it. But then a few months passed, and it was my birthday. I remember feeling so excited because I was finally turning 3! I was so happy that morning I woke up. I didn't expect any presents, I just wanted to be with my mom and tell her over and over again that I was finally 3! I was that excited. I remember running out of my room when I woke up so I could give my mom a big hug. But what I saw was strange…

It was a box, a wooden box sitting on the kitchen table. It's not that I had never seen one of those before, it's just that I was surprised it was there. Then my mother walked in and said "Good Morning birthday girl!" and I ran to her and hugged her. When we let go I asked "What's in that box?"

She smiled at me and said "It's your present baby girl, happy Birthday!"

I gasped "Really!"

She nodded, and I jumped up and down. I had not expected her to have gotten me a present back then because of how poor we were.

My mother led me over to the kitchen table and I kneeled on a chair. I looked at the little box for a second and then opened it and on the bottom of the lid that went half way up it said, To our favorite daughter in the whole wide world, from- Daddy and Mommy…

I remember gasping again… I couldn't believe it actually said Daddy on it. Later I found out that my dad actually had made that box and carved those words in while away, and sent it back to my mother with enough money to buy me my present. He was on a long mission at the time with his master and that money was all he had on him.

I then looked in the box and was so happy and excited! There in the box was the female Tagruta stuffed doll I had wanted. I decided to call the doll Chrissy and I hugged it and played with it all day and thanked my Mother a million times for the present and silently thanked my dad in my head, hoping somehow he would hear me…

"Thank you daddy... wherever you are…" I had whispered in my head a long time ago… and I will never forget what I heard next…

"You're welcome sweet heart… I love you so much…"

And then that was it… that was the last time I heard of him…

I remember keeping it to myself, knowing that it was him and didn't tell my mother. Because I knew I wouldn't have been able to explain it.

"Ahsoka? Ahsoka talk to me, I can help. Whatever it is I can help!"

I looked up at my friend, always so helpful and kind. I could have never asked for a greater sister…

"I'm fine Ry, it's just… my mother… she's dead." I whispered the last part, barley able to admit it.

Ryle pulled me in to a hug "I'm so sorry Ahsoka, I didn't know… if I had known I would have found a way to contact you, even if I was grounded." She said.

I hugged her harder, not wanting to let go. She was the only family member I had left. Sure she wasn't blood related, but she was still my sister… and I don't want to lose her. Yes I had Anakin and Padme, and I love them too. They are my family too, my new family. But Ryle's different. She knows everything about me. My father's still alive, too, yes, but I don't even know his name! I've searched the archives trying to find past Jedi that have left the order. But I don't know pacifically who he is. I don't know where he left so I doubt I'll ever see him again…

I stayed there in my sister's arms… letting her comfort me as I cried my eyes out. I've been getting really good at that lately…