Heyo, human beings from outer space!
No worries, this isn't as terrifying as it seems. It was just an idea I got off of Pinterest. I don't want to spoil it, so I'll just say Ahsoka is strong in the Force and can connect with a certain force ghost...
No I totally didn't kill Anakin... what are you talking about?
*Ahem.* I wish I was better at lying.
Read on if you dare.
Ahsoka ran to her master's side and propped his head up. She wracked her brain to remember any sort of the Force-healing she'd learned in the temple.
"Snips," Anakin murmured.
"Master," Ahsoka half-sobbed. "You di'kut, why don't you use your head?"
"I did," Anakin protested weakly. "Literally."
"Not like that," Ahsoka let out a shaky breath and moved her hand to try to close the bloody gash on his head with the Force.
"Ahsoka, it's too late. Don't waste your energy," Anakin weakly clasped his fingers around her wrist.
"No, Master, you can't go. You can't die!"
"Listen to me. You need to hear this," Anakin groaned and shifted a bit to look her in the eyes. "You're ready to become a knight. I know it. You've also been... a wonderful sister and best friend. I love you, Ahsoka, never forget that."
Ahsoka nodded, no longer trying to hold back tears. She pulled his hand to her cheek and leaned into his touch. "I love you too, Anakin."
"One more thing," Anakin grunted from the pain.
"Anything," Ahsoka whispered.
"If I become a Force Ghost, I'm going to haunt you," Anakin grinned.
Ahsoka choked out a laugh. "Okay, you do that."
And then Anakin's eyes rolled back and he went completely slack and he died... with a mischievous grin on his face. He died with that smirk that Ahsoka loved so much.
As soon as Anakin slipped away, Ahsoka let out the most pained cry that shattered the hearts of anyone who was in earshot. She sobbed into Anakin's still chest until she had no tears left to cry. Ahsoka grabbed his lightsaber and chocolate-brown Jedi robe, wrapping it around her and curling around the lightsaber.
Rex had to drag her away from the corpse to get her to leave. It hurt him to hear her cry and it hurt him to watch her fight, but it was for her good that he dragged her back to the ship that took them back to Coruscant. Then she practically lived by him and Echo and Fives.
The whole 501st attended the funeral.
* * *
Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano stood at the entrance of her quarters. It used to be her shared Master-Padawan quarters in which Anakin also used to live, but things were different now.
Ahsoka walked to the kitchen and reached for a cup. Ugh- she was still too short. Ahsoka climbed onto the counter and stretched way up, but she still couldn't reach it.
"Curse my short seventeen-year-old-full-ness," Ahsoka muttered.
The cup lifted off the shelf by itself without warning. Ahsoka laughed and grabbed for it.
"I swear, if you drop that-" she giggled, the cup landing in her hands. "Show off..."
Ahsoka filled the cup with water. "Thanks, Anakin."
* * *
Ahsoka shifted her position onto her stomach and used her elbows to prop the book up. She kicked her feet in anticipation. The book was very interesting. Ahsoka flipped the page, eager to read on with the climax.
A cold feeling of dread touched her spine. Ahsoka gasped and flicked the page back, immediately being relieved of the dread.
"Sorry," Ahsoka scoffed, half sarcastically. She had to remember that Anakin didn't always read as fast as she did.
* * *
"No!" Ahsoka shrieked, clutching her blankets. She had heard her alarm, yes, but that didn't mean she wanted to listen to it. Anakin, however, had different plans for her.
"Stop it, Anakin," Ahsoka fought for her blanket. "It's my day off, let me sleep."
With a final yank, Ahsoka tumbled out of her bed and groaned. A holopad hovered before her, sporting the sloppily written word, "sorry".
"Well so much for apologizing," Ahsoka stood up and grabbed her blanket to toss on her bed. The damage had been done. "Now I'm awake and I won't be sleeping any time soon."
The holopad shoved closer to Ahsoka's face.
"No, you're not," Ahsoka huffed a laugh.
The text on the holopad was erased, and Ahsoka knew he was saying, "You're right."
* * *
Ahsoka whirled her lightsaber around, ready to conquer her worthy opponent- Barriss. The two newly promoted knights were practicing in the training room, and it looked like Ahsoka was finally going to win.
Without warning, Ahsoka was yanked forward from seemingly her sash. She caught herself with her palms as she hit the floor. Barriss' lightsaber was held up to Ahsoka's throat a millisecond later.
"Yield," Barriss commanded.
"Anakin!" Ahsoka hissed. "Ugh, I yield, Barriss."
* * *
"Hey, cut it out," Ahsoka laughed as another one of the freshly-folded shirts flopped into a messy pile in the middle of Padmé's floor.
Ahsoka had been helping Padmé out around her apartment. The two women had come accustomed to cleaning around the house together. They enjoyed it and did it often, as they did today, but Anakin had decided to drop in and mess up her work.
"Padmé, tell your husband to get out of my way!" Ahsoka hollered into the other room.
"What?"
"Oh, you wanna say hi to Anakin?" Ahsoka stuck her head out the door, greeting the approaching Padmé. "He's ruining my beautiful folding job."
"Ani?" Padmé asked, walking into the room cautiously. Since she was not Force-sensitive, she couldn't tell where he was.
Out of nowhere, a pillow flew at Padmé's head. Padmé jumped back and laughed. "Hi, Ani. Good to know you're still hanging around."
With a shriek, Ahsoka fell to the ground. "Anakin, you jerk!"
Padmé laughed, helping Ahsoka off of the floor and watching a shirt float out of the room.
"Anakin, bring it back!"
Ahsoka and Padmé rushed out of the room to seize Anakin. Of course, that wasn't easy, considering he was a ghost.
But it was times like these that Ahsoka knew that no one was ever really gone.
* * *
It was a solo mission. The council said it would be easy. They said it would be in and out: collect the information they needed, leave the planet, return to Coruscant, and report the information. No sweat, right?
Wrong.
If it went how the council said it would go, Ahsoka wouldn't be laying on the ground-- only half-conscious with four blaster shots in her-- as an entire army of battle droids closed in on her. The only thing she could register was that she was going to die and there was no one to help her.
But there was.
Ahsoka felt herself being dragged behind some tree cover. She caught a glimpse of the dull blue hue she had grown to love. Her commlink hovered before her, the call button pressed.
"General Tano, is something wrong?" Rex's voice crackled through the comm.
"Rex," Ahsoka gritted out. "Need help. Been shot."
"Send us your coordinates," Rex instructed. Anakin pressed the button. "We'll be right there, General."
Ahsoka's head tilted to the side until her cheek touched the rough ground. She could see Anakin's Force ghost. "Thanks," she murmured.
As promised, Rex and his men arrived to pick her up. Ahsoka didn't know how long it took, but she was grateful they came.
After they arrived, she lost consciousness. But when she woke up, Anakin was standing beside her bed.
"Kix!" Ahsoka shouted groggily. "Anakin wants a chair!"
* * *
Ahsoka bit her lip, trying not to giggle as Anakin poked Mace Window repeatedly during the council meeting. Anakin proceeded to mess with Obi-Wan's hair, frazzling the older man, and then annoy and confuse the other council members.
Finally, once everyone was uncomfortable and confused, Anakin began playing with Ahsoka's lekku.
Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "If you weren't a ghost right now, I'd smack you."
Only Obi-Wan heard her, to which he raised his eyebrows and mouthed, Anakin.
With a mischievous grin, Ahsoka nodded.
Anakin.
Forever her brother.
----------------
Word Count: 1,399
Published: Feb. 7, 2022
See, I made it light hearted! Not gonna lie, I actually really like it.
If you have requests, feel free to message me or comment!
Bye, peoples!