The Aftermath Part I

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Request from leopikasbitch

Gotta admit I've been scared to write something to do with Mortis for awhile cuz it's one of my favs and I don't wanna mess it up.

But I'm excited to try!

Also we're just assuming that Ahsoka already knows what happened to her

The images still flashed through Anakin's mind as he laid down to sleep that night.

The inky black veins that had lined her figure. 

The dreadful yellow eyes that had bore into his own.

The clenched teeth, and set jaw as she shoved her lightsaber up against his, having every intention to kill him.

The way that her eyes had slipped backwards, as if pulled by an invisible thread of death, declaring her life to be over.

The way that her knees had buckled beneath the weight of her corpse, her body no longer capable of functioning.

It was haunting.

What haunted him the most, however, was the thought that he might not have been able to bring her back. She had died. He had felt it in himself. The bond that linked them so tightly to one another had been snapped.

And though it was back now, it was scarred. The edges charred with scabs and cuts, the darkness of both the Son and their own fear seeping through each wound.

He knew that she was afraid too. Though, he also knew that she would never let it show on the outside.

Fortunately, he knew her better than anyone else, and could easily fix whatever it was that was hurting her... to the best of his abilities, that was.

After all, death was not something so easily fixed.

She's not dead anymore, he reminded himself, looking up to see the base of the top bunk of the beds on the ship. She's right up there, breathing... living.

"Projecting," she called from above him, and he felt his face flush red. "While it's lovely and all that you were upset that I died, I would really like to go to sleep."

"There's no need to take that tone with me," he snapped back, his voice joking in response to her sarcasm. "Go to sleep."

"Umm, if I didn't make that clear already, that's what I'm trying to do. You just have a really loud brain."

"Thanks?"

In his mind, he could see her eye roll.

The space was quiet for a few moments, yet it was clear that neither of them were sleeping.

"Master-"

"Ahsoka-"

They both spoke at the same time. Ahsoka bit her tongue, allowing him to continue first. Anakin cleared his throat.

"You don't... still feel it, do you?" he asked. She gulped.

How had he known?

"I was about to ask you the same question, actually... to make sure that it wasn't just me. But... yeah. I still feel a bit of the Son in me," she admitted, frustrated by how weak her voice sounded.

The bed creaked below her as Anakin stood up on his mattress, resting his chin on the rail to her own bunk.

"I don't," he whispered, his eyes dangerously afraid.

"So, that means...?"

"He might still be in there," Anakin whispered. "We need to meditate... now."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that," Ahsoka replied, chuckling a bit as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, hopping down to the floor.

"I'm not going to lose you, Ahsoka... not again," he breathed, planting himself down firmly on the ground, crossing his legs. "I'm not letting you go, even if that means that I have to meditate," he added, trying to put on a playful tone, but failing miserably.

"I don't wanna lose you either, Master. How do we get the darkness out of me?" she asked, mimicking his position as she sat in front of him.

"I... I think that we have to bring it out first. To make sure that we can get all of it out of you," he sighed, clearly not liking his own answer. "It's going to be alright," he promised, taking both of her hands in his as he noted her horrified expression.

"Okay," she replied shakily. "I need you to promise me something though."

"What is it?"

"If I go... full dark. If you're not able to bring me back..." she trailed off, looking to her lap.

"No," Anakin responded sharply, already knowing what she was going to say. "Absolutely not."

"Anakin, you have to," she continued, shaking his hands once. Tears formed in her eyes. "If you're going to lose me either way, wouldn't you rather me be at peace?"

"Ahsoka, I'm not going to kill you. I could never," he shot back, squeezing her fingers. "I'm going to help you. I'm going to get him out."

"But-"

"Do you trust me?" he interrupted.

"Yes, but-"

"Ahsoka, do you trust me?" he repeated, his grip on her tightening. She raised her head, eyes finally meeting his.

"With my life."

Without another word, they both closed their eyes, relaxing themselves into the familiar feeling of their bond, the familiar feeling of each other.

Anakin pressed his figurative hand into one of the gashes that tore at her presence.

That hurt! Ahsoka hissed.

You really thought bringing out the dark side in you wouldn't hurt? Anakin responded incredulously.

Okay... Ahsoka sighed. Let's get this over with.

So Anakin got to work, filtering the entirety of her bright presence into presences of their own. The light outweighed the dark significantly, yet, the darkness was overwhelming.

The muddy, tar-like substance laid puddled at their sides. There was only one way to get it out- back through the way that it came in.

Ready?

Ready.

Anakin's eyes opened as he shoved the dark through her again.

Ahsoka's eyes shot open as well.

And, though he had been expecting it already, he still jumped back in shock at their color.

That same haunting yellow.

Part 2 coming tomorrowwwww

Also, to any marvel fans reading this, what do we think of WandaVision?? I thought it was super fun and lighthearted, but not something that I'm gonna get super invested in. It was really good though!

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