Luxsoka One-Shots

be with me

Lux Bonteri paced back and forth in the med bay, chewing on his cuticles.

There had been an accident.

And Ahsoka was directly involved.

She had been in the operating room for several hours; so many that Lux lost track on his wrist chrono. Would she be okay? Lux couldn't even fathom the possibility of her being. . . .

He shook the thought away and continued to pace.

If only he hadn't been so selfish. Hadn't shoved her away. But what made Ahsoka so special was the fact that even though he was being an ass, she still risked her life for him. She gave her life so he could live another day—and it would forever haunt him knowing how he acted to her.

He acted almost as if she didn't exist; too love-struck by another girl. Too engrossed in the life he thought he wanted with Steela Gerrera.

Steela was headstrong and and natural-born leader; probably the reason he was attracted to her. She was like Ahsoka in so many ways.

But thinking about that now made guilt eat away at him.

Why did he have to be so stupid? So idly ignorant?

Because he so desperately wanted a life with Ahsoka that he never could have, and decided to try with Steela.

But he never should have tried to replace the one woman he'd loved for months with one who was nothing more than a visual reminder of what he left behind.

He never should have ejected the escape pod after fleeing Carlac. He should have gone with Ahsoka to Coruscant; join the Republic and become a senator. . . . But to become a senator he'd've had to go to Onderon anyway. This was so confusing. Purpose must come before feelings, he recalled Master Skywalker say to Ahsoka over the holo—before the incident.

He just didn't know what to think anymore. His purpose was Onderon and their recent joining of the Republic, but then there was his feelings toward Ahsoka; a beautiful woman who was terribly maimed because of him.

"Do you need a bandage, sir? For your fingers?"

"Pardon?" Lux asked, facing a kind-faced orderly.

"Your fingers are bleeding a bit, by your cuticles. Would you like me to bacta them for you?" The woman had cocoa colored skin that reminded Lux much like the Gerreras, but her demeanor made her appear as a selfless and compassionate human being more than Steela or Saw.

"Um, sure," he croaked. Had he been crying and just not noticed until now? "Thank you, ma'am. I didn't realize I chewed my nails that much."

"Don't mention it, sir, it's what I'm here for." The orderly dabbed a cloth in water and worked on cleaning out any possible infection. "I know you're worried for her," she said, nodding her head to the young Togruta behind the most left wall. "Both of those Jedi Masters are as well—which is understandable because of her status in that order—but you—you are different. Is something okay?"

"We knew each other," he brushed it away. What would Steela say if she found out he was visiting the female Jedi she was so jealous of? But do I really like Steela? "As old friends, I want to make sure she's alright."

The nice woman stopped the bacta and stared up at Lux with the look of Really? That's the lie you're telling me? "Sir, you've been in this waiting room for six-and-a-half standard hours.  You should join the Jedi in the other room if you're gonna be here this long. Besides, they're closer to her anyway."

"Has it really been that long?" he asked nervously. What would people think? What would Master Skywalker say?

"Yeah it has. Why don't you go join the others and I can get you a nice, steaming cup of tea?" The woman placed her palm at the small of his back and led him to the other room gently. Masters Skywalker and Kenobi were a bit shocked to see him there, though. "I'll be right back with that tea, hon."

"H—how's she doing?" Lux stuttered as he took a seat across from the two Jedi.

"We don't know," replied Kenobi curtly. "I'm hoping she'll be alright; Ahsoka's always been the fighter."

"Will you shut up about that, Obi-Wan?" snapped Master Skywalker in a croaked voice. "There's no use. I can feel her presence slipping away." The younger Jedi huffed and crosses his metallic arm over the other.

"Don't talk that way," the older one chastised. "You don't—"

Anakin Skywalker stood up and growled, stopping his master's response. It was obvious the young man had been crying: red cheeks and stains from streams of tears. Lux was taken aback for a few seconds, wondering if this was how all Jedi acted under stress. Ahsoka never acted this way, as far as he could remember.

"I've brought tea for the lot of you," replied the dark-skinned orderly, interrupting any possible argument.  "I've brought a cup of Moogan tea for each of you, and a small pitcher in case you'd like some more." She waltzed in more royally than Lux ever had, and he was the son of a well-respected senator for that matter. The woman placed the tray of tea and cups down on the little waiting room table. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Wait!" Lux Bonteri stopped her, causing the lady to turn around and face the trio. "How is she? Can we see her?"

"That's right," the orderly murmured. "Well, she got out of the OR about a half-hour ago." She paused for a moment, contemplating her choices. "I guess I can take the lot of you to visit her; it's not exactly against hospital policy nor did they give me direct orders to say no. Come on, you three. Let's see how our little  fighter is doing." 

She led the threesome out the waiting room exit and down the left corridor for a couple paces, then right, showing them the entrance to Ahsoka Tano. One monitor she was hooked up to showed her blood pressure as eighty-over-sixty, and the other had her heart rate at just below thirty-five. Being an active young woman, she was bound to have a lower BPM, but this was low even for her.

She was a sick, yellow color; as opposed to her regular sunset orange. As Lux strode to the wall and looked over the paper that showed her injuries, his heart sunk. Her spine was completely shattered. Pelvis broken in six different places. Ribs were so damaged they had to be held up with thin, steel poles to keep them from puncturing her lungs or heart. "Master Skywalker. . . ." Lux started, slipping the paper into the Jedi's hands. The Jedi did a once-over on the list, and a sorrowful look came down on his face.

"Anakin, you might have to accept the fact that she's—"

"No!" the younger Jedi snarled. Lux was with Skywalker at that point. He didn't want to accept the love of his life could be gone.

Red flashes of light and frequent beeps made the threesome turn their heads to face the young woman in the cot. Her heart rate was dropping. Thirty. Twenty-seven. Twenty-two. Seventeen. Twelve. "No no no no no! NURSE! We need a nurse over here!" Anakin Skywalker yelled, running out the door to find a doctor or somebody.

"Wait, Anakin!" Master Kenobi responded, running after his former Padawan.

It was just Lux in the room. He pulled up a metal fold-up chair and placed it at the side of her bed, then desperately clinging onto her icy hands. He glanced over at the monitor again. For now she was constant at twelve.

It took everything he had inside of himself not to stare at the rise and fall of her chest—they were just so far in between. Instead, he studied Ahsoka's face and tried to ignore all the signs of her dying.

Her blood pressure was now sixteen-over-nine. She was just getting worse. "No. Be with me, Ahsoka. Be with me. Please be with me."

He clutched onto her palms as medical personnel came in and out of the room, trying their best to save the young Jedi.

It was no use

she was already gone.

holy heck do i hate that chapter.

i had this plan but then it didn't work and then i was too lazy to change it so um yeah

this is probably one of the shittiest things i've produced and i am extremely embarrassed

let's just pretend that this didn't happen

this chapter does not exist

why am i even bothering to upload it