Ahsoka One Shots

Street Rat

Some of you may be thinking, "AB, I thought you said you came back from your hiatus!" and you would be correct, I did say that. HowEVER. Mental health is being an absolute kriffing BUTT and now I'm just anxious and depressed and want to sit in a hole for all of eternity. And I don't even know why :) Hence why I disappeared again, and didn't think to tell anyone till yesterday when I posted it on my profile.

That being said, here's a modern AU (bc I'm literally SO SOFT for modern AU's 🥺) that's just about all I could make myself write haha

Check out ljbrary's fic on AO3 for something similar. It's an active fic, part one is finished but part two (which is dedicated to me?!) is ongoing. I really love it and you should look at it if you like modern AU's.

Enjoy :)

Scrounging for food wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. Actually, coming from someone who's been doing it most of their life, it wasn't too bad. It wasn't three meals a day but it would do. You've got restaurants that'll usually take pity on you at the end of the day, dumpsters in the better part of the city, and stealing from the dingy old convenience stores is a breeze.

Well it was a breeze. Until today.

She had stashed a couple granola bars in her jacket pockets (the jacket that was at least two sizes to big for her anyway), along with a mini water bottle that managed to fit into the inside pockets without being too obvious, and some beef jerky that she only grabbed because it was thin enough to fit in her sleeves. Ahsoka walked softly towards the door and she was practically home free- until a low, smooth voice spoke behind her, and a hand grabbed her arm.

"Don't run."

Ahsoka panicked. Her eyes went wide, and she did everything she could not to bolt out the door, knowing it was no use. The man was practically two feet taller than her and obviously stronger. How was I dumb enough to get caught? She scolded to herself as the man led her outside.

The door shut, the two now in the side alley, he spoke again. "Empty your pockets," He ordered, not completely condescending or angry. This was the first time Ahsoka caught a glance of him. Long brown jacket, shaggy dirty blonde hair, and a demeanor that kind of hinted 'kidnapper'. She did as she was told. She emptied her sleeves of the jerky, and pockets of granola bars and the water bottle. They an raised an eyebrow at that, almost impressed. "You managed to fit a water in there?" He gibed.

Ahsoka didn't react, only settling her now sacrificed treasures on the dumpster behind her. She really had hoped she wouldn't need to search through the trash for food, but that seemed the only option at this point. That is, if the man didn't turn her in for shop lifting. He didn't seem hostile though, for that, Ahsoka was grateful. Maybe she'd find a chance to get away if that were the case. "You've got a name, kid?"

She turned her eyes up at him, debating whether or not to comply. His silence only prompted her further. "Ahsoka."

The man tipped his head in acknowledgment. "Anakin Skywalker, CPD. Tell me, why were you shop lifting?" The supposed police officer crossed his arms. Not angry, simply curious with a hint of concern.

"Why do you think," Ahsoka grumbled.

"Hey, no need to get snippy with me. Just asking."

She felt a somewhat at ease with him, despite the stranger (Anakin, she remembered) questioning her. "It's not like there's much else to eat. Dumpsters aren't all that great, if you know what I mean." As an afterthought she added, with a smile, "Skyguy."

Anakin scoffed. "You're the one who could be charged with shoplifting and potentially go to jail for what, a year? And given a couple hundred in fines. Not the right time to talk back."

Ahsoka challenged him, crossing her arms to mimic Anakin. "In a war? I don't think so. The fine, sure, but jail time is highly unlikely."

"And how do you know so much, Snips?"

"I learned. Now if you're not gonna do anything, I have a feeling I'm a lot faster than you are." She positioned her feet slightly away from the street, ready to run further into the alley at a moment's notice.

Anakin uncrossed his arms and stepped towards her. "Come with me, and I won't call anyone." She hesitated. "Do you have any other choice?" Reluctantly, Ahsoka nodded and followed behind (and somewhat next to) him, right back into the store. Anakin had bundled up the few meager items and piled them on the counter, placing a twenty from his wallet into the teenaged cashier's hand, and selecting two sandwiches and a full sized water bottle from nearby. One turkey, one roast beef. He motioned for her to grab the plastic bag of food as the unlikely duo returned to their spot in the alley.

He grabbed the bag from her, sitting against the wall. Ahsoka followed suit, albeit confused. "Turkey or roast beef?" He asked. When she didn't respond, he shrugged and picked one out without looking at the package to hand to her. Anakin dug into his sandwich (turkey, she realized. Hers must be the roast beef. That was fine with her, she preferred it anyway) while she picked idly at the wrapper. "You gonna eat or not?"

Ahsoka hesitated, but ripped the plastic off. One glorious bite turned into two, and she devoured her sandwich in less than a couple minutes, Anakin only smiling softly. When she finished, the kind police officer offered her the uneaten half of his turkey sandwich which she sheepishly took. Before eating, she spoke just loud enough to be heard over the cars, "Thank you. You didn't have to."

Anakin shrugged. "You were stealing for a reason. I wasn't about to let you starve."

"I wouldn't have starved," She defended. "I can take care of myself."

"Well sure, you can. Doesn't mean you should." Anakin searched through the plastic bag sat between them, smirking at the small water. "I still don't know how you fit that thing in your jacket," He joked, throwing it back and forth in his hands.

"Big jacket. I'm smaller than I look, I guess it fools people."

"So you clearly know what you're doing." Ahsoka could tell where he was going with this. He wanted to know how long she'd been on the streets, ask what sort of other crimes she's committed. 

Instead of letting him hint at it, she spit it out right then. "I don't shoplift often, if that's what you're asking. It's a last resort." He nodded.

"I should turn you in. Considering you're not technically a first time shoplifter, you wouldn't get off with just a warning." Anakin sighed, looking her in the eye. "But you got lucky. Go. If you're ever in a tight spot mention my name, might let you off." He grunted as he stood, offering the girl a hand as she stood.

Ahsoka nodded. "Thanks again. It means a lot, all... This," She said, raising the bag in her hand, smiling slightly at the young man.

"It's part of the job. You know, even if it's not in the contract. Stay out of trouble Snips." Anakin gave a curt nod in place of a wave or some other goodbye, placing his hands in his pockets and walking the other direction towards a cop car. Ahsoka, on the other hand, walked in the other direction, further into the deep of the alleyways.

She hoped he saw 'Skyguy' again.

Okay 1, I'm actually kind of proud of that, considering I've been in a crappy place recently. 2, I JUST FOUND OUT SOMEONE LIKES ME?? LIKE, ACTUALLY ROMATICALLY LIKES ME??

I don't like him back unfortunately, what a time to have someone confess their love for you. But we're best friends and he just... Tells me, and I'm honestly so stinking surprised he said anything. We're still on really good terms and I don't want to date right now, so I promised I'd tell him if I ever felt similarly later on.

So ya, it went really well if you ask me.

ANyway, thanks for sticking around for my unnecessary author's notes

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

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