Ahsoka One Shots

Just a Little Longer

TW for anxiety attacks. I'm in that kind of mood, don't judge lol I just need to write something like this rn

The idea came from Sokaless' fic (The Making of a Master) on AO3, not tryna steal it but there will be a few parallels during the first half, so don't come for me, I just wanted to make my own rewrite.

Enjoy :)

It wasn't far into her apprenticeship, a few months at most, so this was still only her third or fourth space battle and she was thoroughly nervous. Her master assured her beforehand that he'd be taking lead, but it did little to ease her worries. If her fighter got damaged, if she couldn't get back to the Resolute, if anything went wrong she'd be sucked into space, never to be seen again.

The plan was simple: Anakin and his team would destroy the main ship while Ahsoka and her team would draw away the droids. All was great until Ahsoka got into trouble with a buzz droid. R7 beeped nervously to alert it's master of the threat, causing the girl the whip her head around to inspect.

"Master, I've got a buzz droid," She spoke frantically through the comm. "R7, what's the damage?" The wing sparked slightly, but it looked to be manageable.

"Can you still fly?" Anakin answered. The droid assisting her beeped again- hopefully good things- to which Ahsoka relayed the information.

"R7 says I'll be okay."

She continued, but Anakin watched her hesitate. She didn't pull her normal friendly banter with the other pilots, she wasn't advancing like normal, and over all she did her best to just stay alive. 

"We're under heavy fire, Master I don't know what to do," Ahsoka said after a blast from behind her. "Is this the only way?"

"This is the best chance we've got Snips, hang in there a little longer."

Ahsoka glanced over at the wing that still had a few sparks flying, back at her controls and the sensor telling her where her men were, then out towards an enemy fighter approaching. She did her best to shoot it down, barely doing so in time. Her breath hitched in her throat. I'm not gonna make it, one of those fighters can shoot me down in a second, if my wing gets worse I'm done for-

"Focus, Ahsoka," Anakin said in as calm a voice as he could, sensing her panic through their bond, still fighting off his own group of enemy fighters.

"They're everywhere." Her voice sounded much more frantic than Anakin was used to. "I can't shake them!"

"Listen to me, you need to focus, I need you here and now. You can do this, don't let them overwhelm you."

"I can't," She cried.

"Yes, you can, how many have you shot down so far?" She paused, her breath still shaky but her mind more confused than panicked.

"Twelve, why?"

You could hear the slightly forced smile in his voice. "Ah, I've got eighteen, I'm winning!" Ahsoka scoffed, a small grin forcing it's way onto her face, her panic slowly diminishing. 

"Wait, no fair! Since when are we keeping score?"

"War doesn't tend to be fair, Padawan, and neither am I. Better catch up!" 

Ahsoka smiled, a real smile, despite her current circumstances and previous panic. One by one the blips on her scanner marking enemy fighters were disappearing. When the panic took over she resigned herself to the competition again. Each time an anxious thought tried to take over, she countered it with If I loose focus Anakin's gonna win. And somehow, it worked. Not perfectly, but it calmed her for a while.

When panic was about to take over she yelled over the comms, "I've got eighteen!"

"Ya, well now I've got twenty."

Finally it was over, R7 piloted the ship back into the hanger for her. She leaned her head back against the seat, the faithful droid beeping as he flew out. A series of noises that meant something along the lines of "Are you okay?"

Ahsoka chuckled. "What, are you tracking my vitals now or something?" She hit the button on the dash to release the fighter dome, gratefully accepting the fresh oxygen funneling into her lungs.

"Snips!" She heard being yelled from across the hanger. She forced herself out of the chair, however aching her body was from her last battle, scanning the room for her master who was steadily approaching from the left of her. She swung her legs over the edge, sitting on the edge. Anakin, worry still etched on his face, offered her his arms to help her down. She happily accepted. "How're you doing?" His immediate concern made her genuinely question for a moment whether R7 was tracking her vitals.

She let herself breathe for a moment before answering. "Okay. Better now that I'm not in that fighter." Ahsoka swallowed, forcing a small smile onto her face.

Holding gently to her shoulder, Anakin led her away and towards the end of the hanger. "I'll debrief, you go rest okay?" She nodded as they walked out. "I'll steal you something from the mess on the way back," Her master promised with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder.

After a few moments of silence Ahsoka spoke up. "Thanks for the distraction."

He only smiled in response and pulled her closer.

The cuteness

Ma heart

Truly my favorite kind of fluff, hit em with mild emotional pain then apologize with the family fluff. Not very angsty but I don't really care.

Have a good day/night/whatever and I'll see you when I see you :)

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