Snips and Skyguy One Shots

Vulnerable

It was nothing like the other times.

Startling thoughts, visions, and nightmares from the Force were common. They scarred you- but they didn't break you.

However, all that she could see this time was the broken pieces that he was crumbling into. Somehow, this time was different.

Sure, she'd seen him cry before (on very few occasions), but those were usually short episodes, where she had found it easy to comfort him.

It was not sadness this time, no.

It was something much, much worse.

It was pure, raw, melancholic misery.

His head was resting on the side of his bed, his hands folded in front of his face as if he were saying some sort of prayer.

Ahsoka's hand laid gently on his shoulder, trying to speak content thoughts to him through the Force.

It wasn't working.

All that she could feel was a cloud of desolation, blocking out any happy thoughts.

He lifted his head to reveal a puddle of tears, staining his blanket. He turned to make eye contact with her.

"I- I don't want you to have to see me like this," he sniffed. "Why don't you go back to your room and g-get some rest."

"No. I'm not leaving you alone," Ahsoka whispered, lowering herself to the floor. She sat next to him, and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "What's going on?"

"You wouldn't understand," he replied quietly. He wasn't going to go through this again.

The last time that he had had visions of someone he loved dying, he had told Obi-Wan. And what had he done to help?

Nothing.

He had just said that he was sure that there was nothing to worry about. And then what happened?

His mother died.

Anakin could not bear the thought of his new visions coming true- the ones about Padme. Telling Ahsoka wouldn't do him any good if she wasn't going to help him.

"You just wouldn't believe me," he continued. Ahsoka looked up at him sadly. She loathed seeing him like this.

She decided not to press on. She knew there was no use in trying to get her master to open up to her. He would never come around until he was ready.

Ahsoka could feel him shaking as the tears refused to stop pouring down his face. After a few moments, he took a deep breath, and turned to look at her.

His face was contorted in a confused expression, as if he was battling a decision internally.

"I will believe you... whatever you say," Ahsoka promised.

"Padme," he stated.

"I'm Ahsoka," his Padawan corrected him. He cracked a smile, and almost laughed, the equivalent of the sun shining through the clouds after a rainy day.

"No, Padme is what all this is about. I've had visions of... of her d-dying," he explained, his stomach churning at the thought of her loss. "And I don't know what to do... she's going to die."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Ahsoka replied fiercely, shaking her head at him.

He pulled her in, and buried his head in her shoulder.

"What would I do without you, Snips?"

Ahsoka said nothing in response. She just squeezed him tighter, allowing his tears to soak her shoulder.

She believed him.

She actually believed him.

She was going to help him.

This time, things would be different.

This time he would be strong enough to save her.

This time... he had a sister.

Ahsoka could've helped him if she hadn't left, and I'm still mad at window for not giving her a proper apology (and Barriss for framing her in the first place)

ANyway...

HAVE A GREAT DAY!