Dauntless -Clone Wars

Anakin and Ahsoka

[Non-pairing, Anakin does not take the place of Tobias Eaton, Ahsoka does not take the place of Tris Prior. I see it strictly as a brotherly/sisterly-instructor/initiate relationship.

I do not own these characters. Rights to the original creators George Lucas, Dave Filoni, and Veronica Roth for the world I put them in.

That is all.]

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"Welcome to Dauntless."

Anakin Skywalker grinned and reached out a hand to the scrawny Amity girl who'd taken a leap of faith into the net. "Thanks." She squeaked, taking his hand and crawling out to smooth down her bright yellow dress.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Ahsoka."

"Good to meet you, Ahsoka."

"That was fun." She blurted, a familiar giddy, very happy expression on her face as she adjusted the red bow on her dress. Very Amity. But there was also a Dauntless joy. Already he could tell that she was going to fit in just fine.

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The initiates were silenced. Figures. Anakin had just explained the initiation process and now he could tell many were regretting their decision. As he was turning from them, Ahsoka stepped forward quietly. She was scarcely a meter from him, looking right up into his eyes.

"I'm ready. What are you going to teach us?" She spoke, with more confidence than he'd heard from an initiate in years, and she had some defiant grin in her eyes.

He blinked, still partially shocked, then narrowed his eyes. She was a little rough around the edges, but there was something about her... Something different. That wasn't good. He'd have to keep an eye on her.

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"Hey! You going to teach us something useful?"

Anakin glared. It was that Togruta transfer girl again. What was her name? Ahsoka. "What was that?"

"I don't really see the point in throwing knives."

That's because there isn't one.

"Unless you want one to the head, you're going to do as I tell you. Understood?"

"Whatever, Skyguy."

"What did you just call me!?"

She snickered, picked up her knife, and with finesse threw her knife and hit the target...far from the center, but she hit it first try. What was she? And who did she think she was to call him names?

"Snippy."

She nearly dropped her knife. "Huh?"

"You're snippy. And you'd better watch yourself, Snips. If you survive with that attitude, you and I are gonna have a talk."

There wasn't a reply. She was too busy angrily throwing the rest of her knives. And he could almost see by the look on her face that she was visualizing his face on the targets.

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"You're reckless little one. You never would have made it in Dauntless"

There might have been tears in her eyes. He wasn't sure.

"But you might make it with me."

The look in her eyes afterwards was priceless. A sort of I-won't-let-you-down look. He hoped it wouldn't get her killed.