Signature Bonds - Star Wars TCW

Chapter 19

Among all of the chaos, no one on the ship noticed.

No one noticed the boy slipping onto the ramp at the last minute; no, they were too busy making sure everyone was okay to notice the blood-stained stowaway.

The stowaway was quite happy. He hadn't been noticed, he hadn't been seen, and he was away from the freaky Lady Ventress.

If it had been the day before, he would have had everything he'd ever dreamed of.

But it wasn't, and in reality, he was in a lot of pain. The day before he didn't have blood dripping from cuts in his arms, he didn't have bruises covering every inch of his body, and he wasn't extremely sore.

Very sore.

The stowaway gripped the walls before throwing himself into an air vent. He winced, flinching as he turned around to replace the vent cover.

COLLIN!

The boy jumped, smacking his head on the ceiling of the ventilation system, groaning in pain as he did. So, the freaky lady had managed to find him. Just great.

Deciding that he would be annoying, he refused to answer the voice, pretending it didn't exist. In actuality, it was really hard to ignore her. She was loud.

Collin, when I find you... YOU WILL BE DEAD!

Sighing, Collin shimmied his way painfully toward the room that held his previous captive and her boyfriend. Oh yeah, Collin didn't believe in bonds, as much evidence as there was for them. They were quite stupid, in his opinion. Why would you even want to be bound to one person, and if that person died, you would?

Growling at the pain stinging him, the clone peered down into the room below him. Awe. It was so cute, he wanted to throw up.

With that final thought, he fell into an uneasy sleep above the two.

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Anakin awoke with a jolt.

Something was touching him.

Like, seriously poking him.

When he looked down to his side through sleepy, half open eyes, he saw what was actually poking him. Ahsoka's montrals had gotten larger than when she was little, and the tips, though still rounded, were jabbing into his neck. Sighing, he maneuvered his head so it would rest right in the dip in between, rather than sitting on the top.

She was still sound asleep, and while he could still see the cuts lining her body healing, they were still there (some still open), and would probably cause her a lot of pain. Deciding that he wouldn't wake her up, he stared out the window of the cockpit. Anakin could make out the blurred stars; the trio were evidently in hyperspace.

A few minutes later, the boy sighed. It was rather boring without Ahsoka being awake; she always had a way of making it interesting.

"Good morning, Anakin," startled, he jumped, knocking the girl awake accidentally.

"Master?!" Obi-wan's grinning face came into view, and the boy glared at him menacingly.

Ahsoka would probably only compare it to a baby tooka.

Speaking of Ahsoka...

The girl let out a moan, stretching her thin, injured arms before wincing and pulling them back down. She yawned, opening her eyes and looking around, seemingly startled that there was another person in her presence.

"G-Get away from me!" Ahsoka yelped at Anakin, trying to scoot away. She was in too much pain to do so, and wound up hyperventilating with wide eyes, staring straight at Anakin.

He was confused. Before she'd left, the boy was one of her main sources of comfort; she wouldn't have been afraid of him.

"Snips...?"

Ahsoka only looked at him in horror, still trying to get away from him.

"N-No! D-Don't s-say that! Only A-Anakin says that, and you're not him!" Anakin's eyebrows creased, and slowly, he pulled up his sleeve. She spied the little mark on his wrist (Anakin wore gloves covering the hand tattoo, and she had arm warmers covering the wrist one) and her breathing slowed a little. Although Clone Anakin was the exact biological copy of Anakin, the clone didn't share in Anakin's connection with Ahsoka.

It took a moment of her simply staring at him, but she quickly threw herself into his arms, her hands curling into the fabric of his robes. He could feel her sigh deeply, and he bent his head  down to her montrals.

"Are you okay, 'Soka?"

She simply nodded, burying her face into his chest. Obi-wan stood beside the chair for a minute, before he turned and sat down in the pilot seat. The two children remained sitting for a few hours, neither noticing the figure perched, watching in the vent above them.

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Oh gosh this chapter is filled with crappiness.

I need to write a huge apology, but I don't have time, so you're going to have to bear with me.

I'm sorry that this took so long, I have been suffering writer's block, and this took FIVE EVER to write.

Sorry.

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-Flaming Starbird