𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | Snips & Skyguy Oneshots

Stay Alive | Part 3

A/N: lol don't worry guys, this isn't the chapter I'm writing for the 10k celebration. This is just the last part of my angst series haha. Anyways, enjoy!

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"Ahsoka, we have to go!" A terrified Anakin shouted hoarsely as he burst into the room, on the verge of panicking. "We aren't safe here, nobody is!"

"I know. I'll go get Luke and Leia, you pack all your stuff, I'll pack mine, as well as the twins'. Meet me back in the living room in 15 minutes; we're guaranteed to be primary targets."

Anakin took a moment to admire the leadership skills Ahsoka had eventually developed. She would've become a powerful Jedi one day, he thought bitterly, if the Council hadn't mistreated her the way they did.

But there was no time for reminiscing the injustices of the past.

"Yes sir!" He answered, mock saluting her.

Ahsoka caught onto his game. "Now go prepare for the mission, Knight Skywalker," she said, rolling her eyes. Yet, even she couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her face as she did so.

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"Anakin! You're late! It's been 15 minutes and half a second!" The former Padawan chided as the pronounced guilty walked towards her sheepishly.

"Come on Snips, how do you even know that? And I'm barely even late!"

"You've got no excuse, Skyguy," Ahsoka retorted, smirking. "I packed three people's things and changed the twin's clothes in under fifteen minutes. You used more time than I did for packing your own stuff."

"It was half a second longer!"

"Yeah, But you're still late."

"You're impossible."

She merely smirked in response. "Come on Lukey," she grunted, hoisting the baby into his father's arms, "you go with your daddy. Leia and I are going to have some bonding time. What do you say, Lei?"

The infant babbled excitedly. "I'll take that as a yes," Ahsoka chuckled. "Now come on, we've got a Dark Lord to avoid."

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Seven years later, in the Skywalker household...

"... that's great, Luke!" Anakin praised, watching his son lift a toy block into the air telepathically. "Your skills in the Force are sure to rival mine at some point."

"Hey!" Leia protested, scowling at her father, "Mine will too!"

"Sure, if you actually bothered to practice and stop complaining about training. Your Auntie Sokka and I have gone through much more training than you have."

Luke barely tried to stifle his laughter, pointing a playful finger at his sister's red face.

"Shut up Luke!" The latter whined, swatting her brother's hand.

"Now, now, princess," A new voice joined into their conversation, sounding thoroughly amused at the twins' banter. "Your father is right. If you want to even attempt to best his skills, you have to train."

Leia looked just about ready to explode as she stomped rather dramatically out of the living room.

Ahsoka chuckled. "Go get ready for bed, Princess!"

A faint, "stop calling me that! I hate it when you call me that!" echoed faintly down the stairs just as the door slammed shut.

She smirked faintly, whirling on Luke. "You too, Prince, go to bed. It's getting late."