Snips and Skyguy One Shots

Anakin Skywalker and the Deathly Hallows

"In order to save her," he mumbled, "I must be the master of death."

Ahsoka shot a confused glare at the wall that separated her and her master's room. She chuckled to herself. She found it amusing whenever Anakin talked in his sleep.

"In order to save her, I must be the master of death," he repeated. "I must be the master of death. I must be the master of death. I must be the master of death," he continued.

Ahsoka blinked and furrowed her eye markings.

"The 'master of death'? The kriff is he going on about?" she whispered, sitting up in her bed.

She crawled out of her blankets and sauntered across the floor. She quietly opened the door to Anakin's room, and immediately panicked.

He was thrashing back and forth in his bed, his hands clutching his head, pulling at his hair, as he continuously said through gritted teeth,

"I must be the master of death."

"Master!" Ahsoka called, grabbing one of his wrists. "Master!" she yelled even louder, pulling him off of the bed. He instantly woke up as he hit the floor.

"Force, Snips, what'd ya do that for?" he joked, clearly not having recovered from whatever had just happened to him.

"What was that?" Ahsoka asked. Anakin opened his mouth, as if he were about to tell her what had happened. After a moment of hesitation, he shook his head. This was for him to sort out.

"Just... a nightmare- bad, bad nightmare," he lied. Ahsoka crossed her arms.

"You're lying to me," she replied, narrowing her eyes.

"No, I'm not!" he responded.

"Why so defensive?" Ahsoka inquired, helping him up off the ground. 

"I'm just a bit shaken up from the nightmare. I'm gonna go get some water." He padded across the floor and into their kitchen. Ahsoka leaned up against the doorway.

"So, master of death, huh?"

Anakin spit his water all over the table.

"Gross," Ahsoka muttered.

"What are you talking ab-"

"You talk in your sleep... loudly," she explained, walking over to him. "So, tell me what's going on."

"It's... it's not something that I want you to get involved in. I'm talking really dangerous stuff, Snips. I need to take care of this on my own. I'm not letting you die on my watch," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"But, I want to help you!"

"Help me what?"

"I don't know... become 'the master of death', save 'her', whoever she is," Ahsoka continued. Anakin's eyes widened.

"No," he said sternly. "Absolutely not. If I fail finding the deathly hallows, I lose her. If you die helping me, I'll lose you both. I'm not risking that."

"The deathly hallows?!" Ahsoka exclaimed. Anakin clapped a hand over his mouth, realizing what he had just revealed.

"Wait, I can expla-"

"The deathly hallows are an old Sith legend! What's gotten into you?! What's so important that you'd-" Ahsoka gasped. "Padme!" she cried. "You're trying to save Padme!"

Anakin quickly, pushed his hand over her mouth to keep her from talking.

"Shhh!" he shouted. He pulled his hand off of her mouth and looked down at her. "Listen, Snips... she is going to die if I don't get the three hallows. I don't care how dangerous it is, I have to try."

Ahsoka said nothing for a few moments.

"Alright," she whispered. "What can I do to help?" she asked sadly.

"Watch over Padme while I'm gone, alright. Tell the council that I received a distress call, had to leave on my own, and that you don't know when I'll be back. Really sell it to them. Get all dramatic like you do when you're trying to convince me to let you have extra dessert," he said, smiling. Ahsoka laughed.

"When will you be leaving?"

"I can't waste a minute, Ahsoka. I've got to go pack my things now," he explained. "Hey, the sooner I leave, the sooner I'll be back," he said as her lip began to tremble. He reached his arms around her and hugged her close.

"I'm gonna miss you, Skyguy."

"I'm gonna miss you too, Snips. You've gotta stay strong for me, okay? And for Padme. Shhh, it's all gonna be okay. When all this is over, we'll be a proper family," he promised.

Ahsoka nodded against his chest.

"Okay."

T H R E E   M O N T H S   L A T E R

He walked slowly to the hooded figure. He had collected the hallows, and delivered them to the mysterious man who had promised to show him how to use them. He had felt an unnerving darkness begin to surround himself in the past few months.

"Well done, my apprentice," the man spoke. Anakin Skywalker finally felt himself slip away into the clutches of Darth Vader.

"Thank you, my master."