Why, hello, everyone! This is another story based on songs-things! (For anyone who's wondering, NO, this is not a song fic. Those are illegal in FanFiction. I think I'm allowed to write one to five lyrics, though. Not even. I'll be writing about two sentences from a song per chapter. XD Surely, I can't be penalized for that, right? Ooh, I better not jinx that. O.o)

Anyways, I wasn't really planning on doing this story because writing song stuff is just exhausting for me, (writing PARODIES of the songs is just exhausting...ugh...) but I decided that I would just take a lyric or two from a song that would inspire me to write an one-shot or drabble about what might and could have happened in the Clone Wars.

These chapters won't have any relationship to each other, (unless I put it in the author's note,) and they will range from AU (alternate universe,) to just simple moments that I or the readers would have wanted to happen.

I will take any requests, and I will be up for the challenge to write about any pairing EXCEPT for slash and M-rated themes/events. I apologize to anyone who supports gay/lesbian/trans/bi rights, (I have nothing against it, really, I don't,) but that's just not my style of writing.

Now, without further ado, read on!

Plot: [Modern day AU] Ahsoka Tano can't seem to shake off the feeling that she knew Anakin Skywalker at one point in her life. She couldn't help but to feel a stab of guilt whenever she walked away from him in the middle of a conversation, or when she told him that she had to leave, even for a couple of minutes. [No Anisoka, just friendship.]

One. A Thousand Years

I have died every day, waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more.

xXx

Ahsoka Tano knew that Anakin Skywalker was special, but she could never really understand the feeling. It all started in ninth grade, when he was the new student and was being cooed by all of the girls in the class.

At the time, Ahsoka didn't think much of him. She could already see his life in Coruscant High School—Anakin would turn into one of those popular, stupid jocks who spent all his time with the popular, ditzy girls and fail all his classes. Within a month, he'd get into drugs, have sex with a couple of students, etc.

So, of course, Ahsoka didn't bother with him. She wouldn't even really talk to him.

When the teacher assigned Anakin to sit right in front of Ahsoka, (seeing that his last name was right before Ahsoka's,) she wasn't very thrilled.

To be honest, Ahsoka didn't think any of the girls were thrilled, but she was almost one hundred percent sure that they had different reasons.

Almost immediately, Ahsoka thought that her initial assumptions were (almost) correct. Anakin was cocky and arrogant and Ahsoka thought that she had seen him wink at one of the girls.

However, Ahsoka's original thoughts weren't completely true.

For one, the guy was something of a genius. A weird, unusually handsome one, but if Anakin had glasses and acne, Ahsoka wouldn't have been surprised that he was some sort of computer wizard or a science geek.

Anakin was a bit of both.

Surprisingly, he didn't need much help catching up with the rest of the class, and all of the girls would be asking Anakin for help on just about any bit of homework that they could find. Ahsoka knew that it was mostly because of his looks, but then again, how many good-looking, smart guys did any of the girls know about?

However, Ahsoka still remained unimpressed. Sure, Anakin was nice enough, and yeah, maybe he offered a walk home with her once or twice, but she was relatively neutral with the guy.

At least, until something changed it all.

Ahsoka was already having a rough day, seeing that she had fought with her mother (again,) and had flunked a test that she had studied hard for.

Of course, one of the boys in the hall just had to come and bother her.

"Hey, Tano," a voice snarled and Ahsoka froze, her hand clasped around her locker handle. She would recognize that voice anywhere. She glanced around only to find out that there wasn't anyone else in the hall.

Don't look scared. Don't look scared, she thought desperately to herself.

"What do you want, Will?" She asked evenly, turning around.

"I know that you told Mister Yoda about me roughing up Bonteri. What'd you do that for?" He growled.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes and threw her books into her locker. "Will, you almost broke his arm. That can't be considered normal or friendly." She replied.

Will crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, well, thanks to you, I've got to make it up with a month's worth detention and house arrest starting tomorrow." He scowled.

Ahsoka glared at Will and grabbed her backpack from the bottom of her locker. "I think the punishment fits the crime," she said coolly and too late, she realized her mistake as Will grabbed her by the back of her shirt.

She cried out in surprise as Will threw her against the locker. She felt the metal scrape against her back and winced.

"What're you gonna do now, Tano? Tattle on me, like you always do?" Will whispered. "You know, I think you should learn your lesson."

"Get off of me, Will." Ahsoka scowled, trying to kick him away.

"Hm…how about no?" He replied scathingly and pressed his hands tightly around her neck.

Ahsoka gasped for air and felt the corners of her vision going red. Yellow dots were slowly blocking her view of the hall and—

Suddenly, Will's hands were off of Ahsoka's neck and she fell to the ground with a soft thud. Ahsoka gasped, relieved for air and slowly became aware of the sound of sneakers squeaking on the floor and clanging metal.

She slowly looked up to find Anakin shoving Will into a locker with a snarl on his face. "You think it's okay to treat a girl like that?" He growled threateningly. "You think it's okay to try and hurt her?"

Will didn't answer—he couldn't. Ahsoka watched with wide eyes as his face slowly turned white in fear.

"Cool it, man," he mumbled but looked down at the floor as Anakin's scowl deepened. "I was just joking around."

"Didn't look like joking to me." Anakin said harshly. He gave Will another push, only this time, towards the other end of the hall. "Piss off. Don't let me ever catch you doing that again. It'll be the last thing you'll do."

Will didn't need to be told twice. With a fearful glance at both Anakin and Ahsoka, he ran out of the door.

Ahsoka slowly turned to Anakin and picked her backpack off the floor. "Thanks." She mumbled.

"No problem." Anakin replied quietly and he looked over at her. "Are you okay?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Yeah," she replied. "Um…I have to get going."

"I'll walk with you, if you'd like." Anakin said.

On other days, Ahsoka would have told him to go away, but today, she couldn't bring herself to say that. She just nodded. "Thanks." She said again.

"You're welcome." Anakin replied and they both silently walked out of the school.

For the first few minutes, they didn't bother saying anything to each other. However, at the same time, Ahsoka realized that she felt more comfortable than she had in years.

She wasn't quite sure how to put her finger on it—something felt familiar to her about Anakin. Her mind was groping for memories, for any moments in her life that might connect to this new, strange feeling, but it found nothing.

"Um…why'd you do that back there?" Ahsoka finally asked as they rounded a corner. "I mean, you didn't have to."

Anakin shrugged. "You looked like you needed help." He replied. "And honestly, that Will guy is a bastard. He likes doing that sort of stuff with girls."

Ahsoka snorted. "Oh, trust me, I know." She said. "I've been here longer."

Anakin smiled—it was nice one, unlike the arrogant smirks that Ahsoka had seen him flash at the other girls so often. "I can see that." He replied.

Ahsoka grinned and she stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Where'd you come from?" She asked. "It's not every day we get a new student at Coruscant High. I mean, being the rough-and-tough school and all."

Anakin snorted. "Rough-and-tough? Man, compared to my old school, this is nothing." He replied.

Ahsoka crossed her arms. "Are you sure about that?" She asked teasingly. "We've built our school quite the reputation."

Anakin waved his hand carelessly and brought his voice to a whisper. "Back at my old school, there was this ceremony for newcomers. All of the popular kids would gather around and you know what they'd do to the new kid?"

Despite herself, Ahsoka felt herself being drawn into the suspense. "What?" She asked, her eyes wide.

Anakin looked around, as though scared of being watched, and he replied, "They'd have them explore the haunted part of the school. There were rumors that a girl hung herself in one of the rooms and they'd just push them inside and see how he or she would react. And you know what?"

"What?"

"The ghost of the girl was waiting. She waits for every single newcomer." Anakin replied spookily and poked Ahsoka in the shoulder.

Ahsoka's eyes remained wide for a second longer and then she snorted. "You're laughing at me," she said disdainfully. "That was made up."

Anakin grinned. "Maybe," he replied with a shrug. "But in reality, it was just a popular girl with lots and lots of makeup who would grab a knife dipped in pig's blood. It scared the living crap out of most of the kids."

"That's a stupid ceremony." Ahsoka sniffed.

"Hey, don't call it stupid! I came up with it!" Anakin replied, looking hurt.

Ahsoka's eyes widened. "What?" She asked.

Anakin grinned. "Gotcha again."

Ahsoka huffed out a breath and punched him in the arm. "Seriously, stop kidding around about this sort of stuff!" She said loudly.

"That actually hurt." Anakin said, rubbing his arm. "That wasn't nice, Snips."

"Snips?"

"Yeah, Snips."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "My name's Ahsoka Tano, for your information."

"I know." Anakin replied quickly.

Ahsoka blinked, taken aback. "Whoa…stalker, much?" She said teasingly.

It was Anakin's turn to roll his eyes. "I'm in your class, Ahsoka."

"Still sounds stalker-ish to me, Skyguy."

"Skyguy?" Anakin asked incredulously.

"You gave me a nickname, now I have to give you yours." Ahsoka replied cheerfully.

Anakin snorted. "Snips."

Ahsoka grinned. "Skyguy."

And from that moment on, the two became best friends.

Of course, they didn't know about their past—they didn't know who or what they were thousands and thousands of years ago.

No, Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker didn't know that thousands and thousands of years ago, they were a Master-Padawan duo in the Clone Wars.

They didn't know that they, too, were very good friends. They didn't know how many laughs they shared during that time, or the tears, or the memories.

Not really.

They didn't know that in every life that they lived, it would always begin and end the same way—an Anakin Skywalker and an Ahsoka Tano befriending each other and later falling apart because of a decision that one of them made.

However, this isn't a ghost story. It's a love story—a story about the friendship between a girl and a boy. What more can one possibly add to it?

Of course, on several special occasions, Ahsoka Tano and Anakin Skywalker of this time both had vague, dreamy memories resurfacing from the depths of their minds.

Sometimes, Ahsoka could've sworn that she remembered getting off some sort of shuttle to greet someone who looked exactly like Anakin on some sort of crystallized area. On sadder occasions, Ahsoka would be startled by a memory of leaving Anakin and walking down some stairs. She would remember feeling tears springing to her eyes but as soon as the memory came, it left and lapsed back into a peaceful slumber in her mind.

At the same moment, Anakin would sometimes have a memory of a girl who looked almost exactly like Ahsoka who was walking down the ramp of a metallic ship with a proud smile and declaring that she was his 'Padawan', whatever that meant. And, on sadder occasions, he'd remember running towards Ahsoka, who was walking away from him. He couldn't ever remember why he was running after her, but he remember that his heart felt as though it was being ripped into shreds.

Alas, they never brought up the memories to each other, for they would forget about the visions as soon as they left.

However, that didn't keep them from being friends.

And it certainly didn't keep them from re-writing their same, amazing story of friendship.

A/N: Okay, maybe the ending was a bit cheesy, but I think it was decent. Then again, my opinion doesn't matter (not at the moment, anyways,) but yours does!

Ahsoka: What if the reader leaves a flame?

Me: ...that's a different matter.

Ahsoka: But you just said-

Me: Ahsoka, you're treading on dangerous waters. Proceed with caution, please. Flames are bad. I don't like fire. Methinks fire is BAD.

Anakin: Why is it even called a flame? Why isn't it called...a hurricane or a rain storm or something ?

Me: Because the flamers want you to BURN like FIRE. Like Moriarty. Come to think of it, Moriarty would be a pretty wicked flamer.

Ahsoka: NO!

Me: What?

Ahsoka: NO MORE MULTIFANDOM DISCUSSIONS! MORIARTY IS JUST-

Moriarty: Hi! Did someone say my name?

Me: Uh-oh...forget what I said. We are now walking in a minefield. We will die.

Moriarty: *sweet, innocent act dropping* THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE DO!

Anakin: O.O Psychopath.

Me: You have no idea...he hooked up a bomb to John, once.

Moriarty: Oh, John! I should get a John...it would be so funny...*wanders into his brain*

Me: ...*whispers* Anakin? Review notice now, please?

Anakin: *whispering* Yeah. Review please, constructive criticism is allowed, but flames are not-

Moriarty: I WILL BURN THE HEART OUT OF YOU!

Me: EEEEK! BYE, EVERYONE! *runs away*