Hello there! I was reading over some of my fanfictions and realized I have little to no hurt/comforts where Ahsoka's comforting Anakin, at least one's I've posted. So here we are! Hope you enjoy and as always have a great day!

I stared at Anakin Skywalker's back.

We were both in one of the Jedi Temple's breifing rooms that was deserted besides the two of us. We had a mission coming up, a battle on Felucia. Anakin, (being a General), was busy as ever trying to plan and prepare, and I, (a Commander and friend to said General), wanted to help out. Or, in all honesty be there for moral support and watch to cure my boredom.

I walked to a bench where I had put my water bottle and picked it up, talking a long drink of it before starting to walk back to join him.

He was wearing a baggy tee shirt and sweatpants instead of his normal Jedi garments. While I had only been there with him for a few hours he'd sometimes be there for days, so wearing comfortable clothes made it much easier to focus.

He reached forward to move something on the holomap of the planet, the sleeve of his shirt stretching with him.

I raised a brow. On the back of his shoulder was a stitched up scar about two or three inches long. I'd never seen it.

I smiled. Anakin always loved telling me stories about scars he had, like the one over his eye that he got from Assaji Ventress, his robotic arm cut off in a fight with Count Dooku. I figured it was another battle scar with some heroic story behind it.

I pointed at it. "What's this?"

"Hmm?" He asked, staring hunched over his work.

"This." I poked it, careful in case it still hurt.

All his muscles tensed up, and he took in a deep breath. I pulled my hand back, scared I'd hurt him.

"Sorry."

"It's nothing." He got out quickly.

I tilted my head. Was he trying to hide something from me?

"Is it another battle scar or something?"

He repeated himself. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Master. I mean-"

"Ahsoka, I said it's nothing!" He snapped, raising his voice and spinning around to glare at me. I shriveled back in fear and held up my hands in defense. I was never scared of him even though he was big and intimidating, but he'd never yelled.

"I'm sorry." He spat out, turning back around.

I was shaking, I realized, and desperately tried to stop. I gulped. "I was just curious." I defended.

I knew I was pushing it, but I continued. "What's so bad that you won't tell me?"

He said nothing.

"C'mon, you tell me everything!" I said. "Did you fall or something? Are you embarrassed of it? If so, that's okay."

Silence.

Why wouldn't he talk to me? "If it makes you feel better, I still have a bruise from falling and slipping in the mess hall a few days ago! Or did you-?"

He spun on me again, just staring.

"I-"

"Ahsoka, I don't want to talk right now."

I opened my mouth to retort some stupid snippy thing back at him when something caught my eye. Brimming in his, tears. Actual kriffing tears, building up and refusing to break the surface.

I asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

"Listen, if you're not gonna drop it, just go." He said coldly.

I stood frozen in shock.

"Are you gonna leave?"

I shook my head. "No."

He sighed, "Then stay back and shut up." And then returned to the hologram. His hands moved quickly, anxiously.

I blinked in confusion. Anakin had his moments, he was stressed, he had his problems. We all did, but he'd never really been mean to me. Or at least like that. We were friends! He'd always catch himself, apologize seconds afterward. Everything was just fine a few moments ago.

I waved with the Force at the breifing room's door, shutting it and locking it. He noticed.

"What are you doing?"

I ignored him and walked to the other side of the round table. Tiny little LAATs waited to be placed on the map in front of me. I reached underneath it, shutting it off. The normal lights switched on above out heads.

"Why would you..?"

"What's wrong, Master?" I interrupted.

"Nothing's wrong."

"That's not true. You've never been mean to me. Ever. Something's up."

He groaned. "I'm really sorry, Ahsoka, okay? I'm just trying to work on this."

"And I was helping you. We both want to get this done, Master, but it's not going to work if we're gonna fight." I frowned. "I don't want to fight."

"Okay, it was from a battle. I, uh, I just wasn't paying attention and got hurt a few years ago."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not stupid. What actually happened?"

He looked down for an enterinty, then brought his gaze back to mine just as a tear rolled down his cheek.

He wiped it away quickly.

Anakin's crying. My brain seemed to be panicking, alarms blaring through my skull. I'd never seen him cry, except maybe when Obi-Wan had faked his death. I didn't know what to do.

"Hey," I walked to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can cry."

He shook his head. "I'm okay, just-" He choked on his words, tears falling faster until he gave up on trying to hide them. One rolled off the tip of his nose, falling on his boots.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You don't have to." I responded, surprising myself. I didn't even mean to say it, but once I did I realized I should've known that the moment he first blew me off. I knew talking about stuff only made it worse sometimes, and I really didn't want him to shut me out.

I led him to the benches along the sides of the room and sat down, draping an arm around him. It was weird, usually Anakin was to one to be comforting me, to have his arms around my crying shoulders talking me through it. But I didn't mind.

"I-I'm sorry I yelled at you, Snips.

"It's okay." I rubbed his arm, feeling his shoulders shake and hearing him try to swallow back tears. "I shouldn't have been that persistent."

He hung his head in defeat, his voice barely a whisper. "Wh-when i was a kid, still a slave on Tatooine,"

Obi-Wan had told me how he and his mother had been selves not too long before on Kiros, since then I'd promised I'd keep an eye on him, make sure he was okay, keep him in check.

He gestured to his shoulder. "My owner…" He paused, not saying whatever that monster's name was. "...my owner p-put a chip in me s-so…"

He shook and covered his mouth with his hand to muffle a sob. The sound felt like a kick in the gut. "I-it I eve-ever tried to escape, it'd e-explode and I...I would die."

"So you had it removed?" I finished.

He nodded. "Obi-Wan w-was worried that Watto," He flinched at the name. "Would t-trigger it to get back at the Jedi for freeing me when I got her, so I-I went to the medbay." He patted the stitches.

Anakin collected himself, wiping his tears away and clearing his throat with a small laugh. "Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I don't want to look weak in front of you."

I scoffed. "Crying doesn't make you weak, Master." I squeezed his arm. "If I were crying you wouldn't call me weak, right?"

He sniffed. "No."

"Then don't say it about yourself." I leaned on his shoulder, then thought of something that might cheer him up. Hopefully.

"What was your mother like?"

His breath hitched in his throat at the mention of her, and I worried I'd gone too far again.

"Her name was Shmi." He started quietly. "Shmi Skywalker." His Force signature was surrounded in pain as he thought of her.

Was. She must be dead. I pushed the thought away, trying to focus on what he was saying.

"She was...incredible."

I sensed he didn't want to talk about her further, so I didn't ask more. "She sounds lovely, Master." I told him.

"She was."

I smiled at him even though he was looking down at his feet. "She raised a great son." I really meant it. Anakin was by far the greater master, friend, brother, I could've asked for. He was the best Jedi, best General, best everything, even if he couldn't see it.

He looked up at me. "You really think so?"

"I know so."

He smiled back with his red and puffy eyes, one of his more genuine ones. "What about your parents, Ahsoka?"

"Oh." I shrugged. "I don't really remember them much. I was brought here when I was barely even a toddler. I can remember a bit about Shili and my colony though. Red grass, lots of red grass. It was beautiful, probably more so than endless roaches of sand, huh?"

The man laughed. "Probably."

"I went back there a few years before I met you," I continued, pointing to the akul teeth lining my forehead. "Killing akul is a really big tradition there. I tired to find my parents, but I think they were dead."

His brows furrowed. "I'm sorry."

"Eh, it's fine." I said. "Can't miss something you never had. Plus, I like my family here on Coruscant." I shifted closer to him, wondering if he knew how important he really was in that family to me.

"Thanks for helping me, Ahsoka."

"Of course, Anakin."