A/N: Okay. I've read books, watched the cartoons and all six movies (actually, I've been watching those since I was in diapers, but yeah), read some comics, read every book I could get my hands on with Star Wars in the title, and I've come to one very important conclusion.

What in the kriffing frell were the makers of Star Wars thinking?

Not only did they stick Padme Amidala with a jerk like Anakin Skywalker (who, I might add, showed various signs of falling to the dark side many times over – "Well they should be made to listen!" dictator-wannabe, much? – lol, not very perceptive there, are ya' Padme, dear?)but they also decided to leave poor Obi-Wan Kenobi without any hope of love (oh, yeah, I know, there was that Siri girl at one point, but where is she now? Dead, that's where).

Oh, and one more thing.

In the Clone Wars cartoon series, Ahsoka is shown to be around the same age as Barriss Offee, but logically, Barriss would've probably been closer to Anakin Skywalker in the age department. Or, at least, that's how I'm seeing it (I mean, come on, she was practically a Knight in the MedStar series, probably close to early twenties, and that was set a while before Ani turned to the dark side). So, logically, Ahsoka would either have been the same age as Anakin Skywalker or a lot younger than Barriss – which, we didn't see either of these happen here, so I'm wondering where in the galaxy they got their information from. (And wait, wasn't Ahsoka like eleven or twelve when the series started? So she would only be around sixteen – maybe even younger – at this point in CW. In the Return of the Sith, Anakin was… twenty something? I'm thinking early twenties. So what the heck is happening here? He must've been in his teens still when he started training her… oh, but wait, he wasn't. Hmm…)

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This fandom is so awesome, yet so messed up. And, may I just stress this point…

OBI-WAN, YOU SAINT, YOU ANGEL, YOU WONDERFUL BEING FROM ABOVE, I LOVE YOU. HOW IN THE FRELL YOU MANAGED TO TRAIN AN ASS LIKE ANAKIN FOR WHO-KNOWS-HOW-MANY-YEARS WITHOUT YOUR BRAIN EXPLODING FROM FRUSTRATION IS BEYOND ME!

Ahem.

Right.

Okay, super long author's note is almost over, I promise.

This is my way of fixing stupid facts like the 'Obi-Wan never fell in love/got his lovely love ripped out of him by Siri getting herself killed' awfulness. Yes, it's kind of a crack-y pairing, but get over it. I love Ahsoka, she's incredible, and she was originally supposed to be Obi-Wan's Padawan anyway (before Yoda decided to stick his tiny green thumbs into this story and throw Ahsoka to the wolf in monk's clothing – Anakin ,The Guy-Who-Was-Dropped-On-His-Head-As-A-Baby).

P.S. Ahsoka is going to be a bit older in here. I'm just going to completely rip the part about Ani turning to the dark side out of this story, because I can't handle his angst-y life. So don't expect Sith!Anakin to pop up. Maybe slightly Dark!Anakin at times, but no Sithy-ness. Besides, this fanfic is primarily focused on Obi-Wan and Ahsoka (but of course you'll see Anakin, because he'll have to deal with the drama. Laugh out loud).

P.S.S. I'm throwing Barriss in here at some point, because she's incredible. No lie.

P.S.S.S. I don't actually hate Anakin. I just wish they had done a better job with his story. Because he pretty much ruins everyone's life and that's not awesome at all. Kthnx. (In fact, when I was like nine years old I used to have a major crush on him. And then he turned to the Dark Side and broke my little heart. Not cool, peeps. Not cool).

- Spock … uh… I mean, Qui-Gon out.


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Ryo Chuchi blinked in surprise when she saw Ahsoka Tano stumble into the wall, balancing herself with one hand as if trying not to fall over. The Togruta was usually the picture of perfection when it came to fighting or teaching hand to hand combat skills – as she was doing now with the newly appointed Senator – and Ryo had never seen her actually falter before. Even if Ahsoka was tired, she never seemed to make mistakes when it came to combat (probably another good thing about being apprenticed to Anakin Skywalker, you always had to stay on your feet properly). But this time Ryo Chuchi noticed something quite alarming about the girl in front of her. Ahsoka Tano looked, literally, half dead. She didn't merely seem sick or exhausted, but utterly and completely drained, as if her life force had decided to spill some of its contents onto the hard granite floor.

"Padawan Tano?" Ryo said quietly, stepping up beside her sparring partner and touching the Togruta lightly on the shoulder. "Is everything alright?"

No, everything was not alright. That much was becoming increasingly clear as Ahsoka reached up to place a hand against her sweaty head tails, her already red face darkening slightly as she furrowed her brow and squeezed her eyes shut. Then, suddenly she opened them again, and Ryo drew back at the panic she could see in the other young woman's cloudy gaze.

"Help… me…!"

And this time it was serious, because Ahsoka never, ever asked for help. Asking for help was something weak people did, asking for help was something that an apprentice to the Chosen One would never even think of doing, but the fact that she had uttered those two words was enough to make Ryo's own heart start racing. The blue-skinned Senator stumbled away from the Togruta and reached inside her discarded coat that was lying on the floor a couple of feet away, fumbling with the power switch and bringing up the first number she could think of – a medical facility not too far away from the training dojo on Pantora.

When the line stopped ringing and the voice of a young medic's aid picked up, Ryo tried to keep her voice even.

"Listen to me; I need you to send a medical transport immediately to sector fifty two of the senatorial training grounds. Do it now!"


Anakin Skywalker never felt particularly great about leaving his Apprentice by herself, especially when it came to missions. But ever since the mysterious attacks had been showing up on various planets – as well as the one he was standing on right now, Pantora – the Jedi had been spread a bit thin. The three of them, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and himself, had been dispatched as a three man team (in which his Togruta Padawan had protested the name from the very beginning – "Three 'man' team? Are we running a sexist ship, or what? Why can't we call it a 'three female team' huh? Geez… humans…"). As expected, Obi-Wan had immediately said his usual 'I have a bad feeling about this' line that seemed to pop up every time any of them was about to do something dangerous (then again, sometimes it also slipped out right before Anakin decided to take on the project of dismantling something and putting whatever it was back together again) and Anakin had merely nodded, used to his Master's rather cautious and thoughtful ways. What he did find odd, however, was that Obi-Wan actually looked a bit – well, more than a bit – worried this time. He was usually calm when uttering his favorite 'bad feeling' line, but this time… this time he really did look sick to his stomach, like he seriously had a really bad feeling going on.

After the three of them had finally climbed off the ship, Anakin had instructed his apprentice to meet Ryo Chuchi when she arrived at the hangar, while both he and Obi-Wan would accompany the guards on their scouting path to see if they could pick up any clues about the attacks. Ahsoka had readily agreed; she really seemed to like Ryo even though the two of them had only met a couple of times.

"We can train a bit," she had said, obviously happy at the prospect. "Senator Chuchi has been learning some hand to hand from her guards because she says it keeps her light on her feet. I bet she could teach me some stuff – and I've got a few things to show her too."

"Sure snips," Anakin had agreed. "Just be careful. And good luck."

"I don't need it!" had been her all-too-ready response.

But this time she had needed it. Something was wrong; he could feel it through the connection the two of them shared. In fact, the connection itself was the problem this time. It was as if it were slipping, cutting its ties and falling from place into oblivion. For one terrifying moment, he thought she must've died or gotten mortally injured, but no… faintly, he could sense her presence. She was alive, if nothing else.

"Master," Anakin said, nudging Obi-Wan from his thoughts.

"Yes?"

"It's Ahsoka. Something… something feels wrong. No, nothing feels at all. I don't know what exactly, but something is happening – something bad."

Obi-Wan paused and then turned to the guards nearest them. "Apologies," he said. "We're going to have to drop out of this for a bit. An emergency has come up unexpectedly."

"Master…"

"Don't worry about it, Anakin. Duty comes first, after all."

"Duty, Master?"

He smiled. "Yes. Ahsoka is our charge, she has been entrusted to us, and therefore our duty is her, first and foremost."

Anakin breathed a sigh of relief. His Master was clever, just one of those good things about being apprenticed to Qui-Gon Jinn for a time. Twisting words blatantly was not seen as such a wonderful occurrence to the Jedi, but being able to take the word 'attachment' and switch it with 'duty' at the same time as making it sound noble was a true gift indeed.


"Take deep breaths, Master Jedi," the medic instructed. "Take deep breaths!"

"I… I… can't!"

It was only the truth. She couldn't catch her breath, no matter what the medics did. They hooked her up to oxygen, checked her airway, but nothing looked wrong on the outside. Yet Ahsoka couldn't breathe – she tried, of course, to suck in a breath of air, but nothing worked. Only a thin stream was keeping oxygen in her lungs.

"Everything is going wrong – where is her team? Get them in here now, we're losing her fast!"

"Masters Skywalker and Kenobi are on their way, but I doubt they'll be able to get here in time –"

Ahsoka began to lose consciousness around that point. Her vision darkened to a small slit and it took all her willpower just to keep the blurry images in front of her from fading away completely. And then there were familiar voices – "What the frell is wrong with her?!", "Anakin, losing your calm will not help her in any way." – and she was comforted just by the fact that the people who had her back were here, even if it was only to watch her die.

"Stand back! Ahsoka, listen to the sound of my voice. Do not, and I repeat, do not go toward the light."

"Anakin, that's hardly appropriate –"

"Master Jedi! Please, she is fading. We have no other options. This 'Force', I have heard of it. It has medical uses, yes?"

"Yes."

"Then implement them… and hurry. If you do not, she most certainly has no chance."

There was a pause that seemed to go on forever but in reality was only a few seconds before Ahsoka felt someone lightly touch her arms. Then these same hands pressed gently against her throat and shoulders, pressing down against them. A warm feeling began to spread through her lungs, filling them with much needed oxygen and somehow forcing her to begin breathing again.

'Ahsoka, are you alright?' Obi-Wan asked, the Force connection growing stronger as he poured some of his own life force into Ahsoka. Anakin held her hand, doing his best to heal what little physical damage he could see.

'I'm getting there…'

'Just hold on.'

'That's easy for you to say.'

If the situation had not been so dire, Obi-Wan probably would've gotten some sort of amusement out of the snarky reply, especially since Ahsoka had neglected to add 'Master Kenobi' at the end of her sentence. Usually she would have, if only to save herself from reprimand, but she was obviously too mentally and physically exhausted this time. To think that she did not even have the energy to save face was worrying all on its own.

An hour later and Ahsoka's condition was stable. She was able to breathe now on her own and the paleness was slowly leaving her skin, replacing it with the usual reddish tone that complimented someone of her species. Her eyelids had slid closed about half an hour ago, alarming all the medical staff until Obi-Wan had assured them that she was merely tired out, not dead.

"Will she be alright, Master Jedi?" Ryo asked quietly, turning worried eyes toward Ahsoka's still trembling figure.

"She is alive, Senator Chuchi. For a Jedi, that is quite enough to be thankful for."

"She could have died easily," Anakin muttered. "I barely helped at all. If you hadn't been with me…"

"Now is not the time to be dwelling on the 'what if's', Anakin. We live in the present, not the past or the future."

There was silence for a few minutes. Anakin appeared to be struggling, as if he were trying to figure out what to reply. He was tempted to say something snappish, but even though he was close to Obi-Wan in rank now, that didn't mean the Jedi Order condoned talking back to your former Master. So he pressed his lips together and stood, clasping his hands together behind his back. "I'll be outside."

"Anakin –"

"I need to make a call, Master. Watch Ahsoka for me and make sure she doesn't try to skip out of here without me knowing about it."

For a split second, Obi-Wan looked surprised. And then he nodded. "Yes, just like you would…"

"No, if it were me, I would be taking apart these medical droids right now. But it isn't, and she isn't – so just… watch her. Don't let her do anything stupid because she wants to appear strong."

"I have had lots of practice in keeping Padawans from running off when they get fidgety. I'm sure I can handle her."

Anakin looked skeptical, but he shrugged and stepped outside instead of arguing.

His Master had no idea what he was in for. A lot could happen during a simple phone call.