Heyo, human beings from outer space!
This part two was requested by @AhsokaJedi. It took a few days, but here it is!
Read on if you dare.
"Ouch," Ahsoka hissed, shrinking away from Kix.
"Commander, if I don't put bacta on it, it's only going to get worse," Kix told her apologetically, leaning forward to spread more of the cream on her burned back.
Ahsoka hissed again but forced herself to stay still. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, and gripped the sheets covering the table so tightly that her fingernails cut through the sheets and skin on her palms.
"There you are, Commander, all done. You did well," Kix praised, knowing how much burns hurt.
Ahsoka nodded, slowly easing her hand off of the sheets. "Am I good to go?"
"Yep. I don't need anything else," Kix glanced down at the sheets as Ahsoka stood and made her way to the door. He plucked them between his fingers and looked at the tiny holes and bloodstains Ahsoka had just created. "Except maybe some new sheets," Kix mumbled under his breath.
Ahsoka chuckled regretfully and turned back to Kix. "Do you want me to help?"
"No, you go get some rest," Kix waved her away.
Ahsoka nodded and scurried out of the room. She wove her way to her speeder, then to the Jedi Temple, then to her quarters and sat cross-legged in the middle of her room. Ahsoka set her commlink in front of her and watched it blankly for a few moments. She checked the time, then turned back to the comm. Excitement and impatiens stirred inside of her.
Finally, the little light flashed and the comm beeped. Ahsoka snatched it up faster than a tooka snatching a mouse and pressed the answer button.
"Ahsoka, how are you?" Padmé's voice crackled through the comm.
"I'm doing fine, thank you. How about yourself?" Ahsoka replied.
"I'm very eager for today. I'm waiting for you outside the Temple," Padmé announced.
"I'll be there in two minutes," Ahsoka promised, cutting the line. She sprang up and sprinted out of the room. Ahsoka was mindful of the other Jedi and walked quickly until no one was looking. Then she ran.
Ahsoka shuffled down the Temple steps and waved to Padmé. Padmé waved back and smiled widely until Ahsoka reached her.
"Ahsoka, it's so good to see you again. I see you're recovering well?" Padmé embraced Ahsoka, being mindful of her back.
"Yeah," Ahsoka agreed to both Padmé's statements. "So, you said you have plans for today?
"Oh, yes," Padmé grinned. "I know of a wonderful clothing store. We'll start by shopping there."
"Shopping?" Ahsoka raised her brow.
"You like shopping, don't you?" Padmé asked, starting in the direction of the said store.
"I don't know," Ahsoka walked alongside Padmé. "I've never really had a chance to try it."
"Really? Well, I'm sure you'll love it," Padmé squeezed Ahsoka's arm.
"Okay, I'll try it," Ahsoka nodded.
And that's exactly what Ahsoka did. And, well, she found that clothes shopping was increasingly boring.
"Oh, and try one this one... and this one..." Padmé piled clothes into Ahsoka's arms. When she paused for longer than usual, Ahsoka turned to beeline to the dressing rooms. "Oh, Ahsoka! Take this one, too!" Padmé called after her.
Ahsoka sighed quietly so Padmé couldn't hear it and came back for the other outfit.
"You'll look gorgeous in all of them," Padmé squealed.
Ahsoka smiled and headed to the dressing rooms. She plopped the clothes down on the bench and stopped a moment to look at herself in the mirror. There weren't really any of those aside from the head ones in the 'freshers in the temple, so it was strange to see her whole self.
Chiding herself for staring, Ahsoka stripped herself of her tube top, skirt, and leggings to replace them with one of the outfits Padmé gave her. Ahsoka stepped outside to show Padmé.
"Hm," Padmé scanned Ahsoka over. "I don't think that's quite your colour. Go try on the red one with the jeans."
Ahsoka turned around and headed back into the dressing room. She did as she was told and returned for Padmé to see.
Padmé claimed that it looked amazing on her. Ahsoka thanked the senator and returned to the dressing room to try on one outfit after another.
In all honesty, Ahsoka didn't like any of them. They were either too loose, too restrictive, too covering, too frilly, or too... non-Ahsoka-y. Padmé gave her opinion of the ones that looked the best and the ones that didn't look as good.
"Alright, Ahsoka, which ones do you want to buy?" Padmé asked.
"Oh, I don't have enough credits," Ahsoka said, examining the price tag. "It's a little expensive, don't you think?"
"I'll pay for it," Padmé assured her. "So which ones?"
"No, no!" Ahsoka waved her hands in front of her. "I can't make you pay for me!"
"Oh yes, of course," Padmé's words dripped in sarcasm, "because you're provided such a high payment wage by the Jedi Order."
Padmé chuckled as Ahsoka sputtered, frantically racking her brain for an excuse.
Ahsoka finally sighed. "I don't know if any of these are really my style."
"You're not just saying that because you don't want me to pay for you, are you?" Padmé raised her brow.
Ahsoka shook her head.
"Alright, we'll just keep shopping until you find something you like," Padmé beamed. "I'm not leaving until I buy you at least one outfit you like."
Ahsoka suppressed a groan as Padmé began browsing for a new outfit.
A painful hour and ten million outfits later, Ahsoka found something she could tolerate and allowed Padmé to pay for it.
"So, Ahsoka, what do you think of clothes shopping?" Padmé asked as the two girls walked down the street.
"It's a lot different than I thought it would be," Ahsoka replied carefully, leaving out the part where she thought it wouldn't be so excruciatingly boring by the way Padmé talked about it.
"Did you like it?"
Oh brother. That was the one question Ahsoka didn't want Padmé to ask. Now Ahsoka had two options: lie through her teeth or crush Padmé's excitement.
"I'm not sure," Ahsoka compromised. "It's pretty time consuming, but it's more enjoyable than a lot of things."
"That's fair," Padmé said. "Now how about some lunch?"
"Sounds good to me," Ahsoka grinned.
Padmé and Ahsoka stopped at a diner. They ordered and sat back to wait for their meal.
"So, you met Anakin when you were nine?" Ahsoka scraped up a conversation.
"No, I was fourteen. Anakin was nine," Padmé replied with a bit of amusement. "You know what his first words to me were?"
"No, what?"
"He asked me if I was an angel."
Ahsoka laughed. "What did you say?"
Padmé told her all about that day she met Anakin. She told Ahsoka about the sand storm, the pod race, Master Qui-Gon, Jar Jar, and even Anakin as a padawan. She only left out the "minor" details about Anakin being a slave and the two being married and all that "boring" stuff. Padmé simply said Anakin "worked" at a shop and the shopkeeper made a bet on a pod race.
"Oooooh," Ahsoka mused when Padmé got to the part with the pod race. "That's why Anakin's so obsessed with pod races. He's always playing them in his office."
Padmé chuckled. "Sounds like Anakin to me."
When the girls got their order and finished their meal, they decided to walk back to the Temple. It was a bit of a walk, so they had plenty of time to exchange stories about Anakin.
They eventually reached the Temple and Ahsoka began climbing the steps, still waving back at Padmé.
"I had a lot of fun, Ahsoka!" Padmé called. "We should do this again sometime!"
"Definitely!" Ahsoka called back. Then to herself, she muttered, "But I could do without the clothes shopping."
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Word Count: 1,375
Published: May 24, 2022
Oh my goodness, I don't write Ahsoka and Padmé things enough. I need more!
This was so fun to write and I definitely want to write more things like this.
Requests are open, feel free to message me or make a comment if you have any ideas!
Bye, peoples!