Alright... here it is! My first fanfic!!!!!!!!! I'm not a real up-to-date Star Wars fan, so if I get some facts wrong, bear with me!!!!!!!! I just had an idea and had to go through with it. I'm not an expert about the AU stuff but this is my story so I guess I'm allowed to tweak some things : ). Please review and tell me any errors and such that could use fixing for chapters to come... or whatever else you have to say about this fanfic.

Birthday girl fifteen-year-old Ashoka Tano locked the entrance to her personal quarters at the Jedi Temple. It was around the middle of the night, and she had a rough day. Damn, she needed a break.

Things had changed since she had been Anakin Skywalker's padawan. She had seen things she had never seen before, don't things she had never done before, and felt things she had never done before.

By feeling, she meant about her growing romantic affections towards her master, Anakin Skywalker. Of course, he never paid attention to many women lately. The only time she had seen her master look at a woman tenderly or with some attraction was that Nubian senator she had worked with a few times.

Ashoka bit her lower lips slightly as she thought about her master. His wavy dirty blonde hair, his sky-blue eyes, his tall, well-built structure, heart-warming smile, intense gaze and the scare that went through right eye that always struck her as… as well, attractive. The way he fought and loved passionately, the way he…

Ashoka shook her head. It wasn't like he felt the same way anyways. He never would. And lately, he had been pulling away from everybody. Anakin had literally dumped her as his padawan. The council was so dependent on him to fight the battles of the Clone Wars that he barely had time to work with him. Plus, at the urging of the Chancellor, they had been sending him to longer, more life-threatening missions. They finally thought it was too dangerous for a young padawan to be involved in long periods of battle without steady training so they had her temporarily training with Master Shaak Ti. But honestly, it hurt her not to see her master's face everyday.

Ashoka snuck out of the Temple and into the sooty streets of Courscant. Honestly if there was one thing Ashoka was politically passionate about, it was about cleaning up the environmentally unclean Courscant. Courscant was the capital, and yet the only metropolis not environmentally conscious.

Ashoka knew it was forbidden for younglings and padawans to go out of Temple grounds unsupervised, but she was angry. Angry that her master had left, angry that he did not reciprocate the love she felt for him.

She walked into a bar and sat on one of the stools in the front.

"Well hello sweet-thing," the waiter of an alien species Ashoka was not familiar with said. "What would you like?"

Ashoka was stumped. She's never drunk alcohol before. But she had heard generals in the command ships she's been on discuss about different liquors. "Um… how about a shot of Corellian whiskey? Yeah… Corellian whiskey."

"Oh… we got a real spitfire over here," the man got her the drink. Ashoka sipped it and then nearly spat it right out.

"Oh come on," the man said. "Let's see what you're made of."

What went from a harmless night out turned into a drinking game with booze and men twice her age.

Drunk, Ashoka finally made her way out of the bar with a bunch of male acquaintances.

"Yaknow?" Ashoka slurred. "What the kriffen hell do I need Anakin for, huh? I'm good all on me own!" Ashoka giggled hysterically when one of the men fell back.

He was a Twe'lek, with half of his left lekku cut of. He said, "Goddamn, I never met no Tortugua who looked half as fine as you!"

Ashoka giggled. "I know!"

"Here," another man said. "Some spices. This stuff will really get you really of the roof.

Ashoka eagerly took the spices. Because of the drugs, she threw her top of and tied it around her waist clumsily, wearing only a sports bra underneath.

She started to run around the city screaming unmentionable curse words at bystanders.

With her new Twe'lek male acquaintances, she garbled, "Damn humans. Think they're so much better than us! Well let them all go to kriffen hell! 'Specially Anakin!"

Clumsily walking in the streets, the drunken bunch robbed a speeder, as Ashoka made out with one of them in the back. Soon, Ashoka spotted her master on the veranda on Republica 500. They were planning to raid some apartments belonging to the politicians and bussiness executives living around here, but Anakin Skywalker caught Ashoka's attention.

Pushing the Twe'lek man off of her, Ashoka, her mind more clear now, said, "Stop there."

Parking nearby the veranda, Ashoka watched her master walk casually around the apartment, when Padmé Amidala came out through the hallways in an nightgown. The couple started whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, as her master pulled the Nubian senator closer to him.

Angry, Ashoka stormed onto the veranda and screamed, "Why? You… you… bastard! I love you… but you don't love me!"

Anakin looked at Ashoka, unable to respond clearly, so he stuttered, "Ashoka? What are you doing here?"

"I loved you… I love you… but you don't love me," Ashoka whispered. "You… you love her."

"Ashoka, calm down. You've seen nothing. You're confused. Padmé, I'm sorry. I think she's drunk."

"No, no, it's alright," Padmé said, more worried of Ashoka than about their ruined evening.

"Ashoka… please. Let's just put back your shirt and you can lay back down…"

"No no, no and no!" Ashoka screamed, walking backwards.

"Ashoka… you're way too close to the edge!"

Ashoka said, "Kriff this. I don't love you… I don't, I don't, I DON'T!"

"Ashoka!" Anakin turned to stare deadly at the Twe'lek men she was with and said dangerously, "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave immediately." And they did.

Ashoka, angry her 'friends' betrayed her, screamed, "I DON'T NEED THEM! I don't need anybody." Ashoka ran into Anakin's speeder and said, "I don't need you."

Anakin said, "Ashoka, you're high and drunk, you can't drive!" But Ashoka took of clumsily into the air, a hazard to herself and fellow drivers.

"ASHOKA!" Anakin roared. Before he jumped onto Ashoka's speeder, Padmé scrambled into her room.

"Here—" Padmé said. "This is the ignition key to my speeder."

"Stay here," Anakin said. He followed Ashoka, but she was driving like crazy!

"Damn it," Anakin hissed under his breath. She was driving on the wrong lane.

Ashoka then drove even faster, and her fuzzy senses caused Ashoka to crash the silver speeder onto another.

Anakin watched in horror as the other speeder crashed onto a veranda nearby, the lone driver a young human teen girl about Ashoka's age. Ashoka's speeder crashed onto a power pole, while igniting in flames. It finally slid down, hitting the ground hard. Anakin parked the speeder and ran to the burning speeder and took Ashoka out of it. As soon as he did, the speeder burst completely into flames.

Anakin followed as medics took the two girls into the Emergency room. The medics kept repeating terms he didn't understand.

He was ready to burst into tears watching the two girls hooked up like this.

A medic came up to Anakin and said, "Um… Mr. Jedi Sir… the girl your padawan had crashed was killed instantly. She died of lethal posioning from the smoke engulfing her speeder. Luckily, nobody face any charges from family because we've learned the girl has no family. She's an orphan at the Courscant Orphanage."

Anakin closed his eyes and grimaced. "And what of the Tortugan girl?"

"She's in critical condition. Her body is seriously damaged from burns and internal bleeding; there is little we can do for her. She'd be paralyzed for life. Do not be surprised to find her dead by morning."

"There has to be something you can do for her," Anakin urged, his panic rising. He found it better Ashoka live paralyzed than die. She couldn't die! She was like his sister or even like a daughter!

"I'm sorry, there is little we can do for her… but you may see her."

Anakin walked into Ashoka's room. On the bed to the left was the girl who was killed. He had an idea. It was a horrid, horrid idea, but an idea nevertheless.

He couldn't save the other girl. But he could save Ashoka. He had found out that the girls were the same age and about the same height and weight. The human girl was only a week younger than Ashoka. Her death might have been tradgic, but perhaps she could save Ashoka's life.

Mentally preparing himself, Anakin closed his eyes and concentrated. Using the force, he transferred Ashoka's spirit onto the human girl's body. Ashoka, now in human form, gasped for breath, though still unconscious.

"Get a medic! The human girl has a pulse!" Anakin yelled. "And... the… the Tortuga girl is dying." Anakin's eyes turned to Ashoka's old body, where the human girl trapped in Ashoka's body looked up at him, before turning her head to see her original body shaking uncontrollably. Anakin and her locked eyes, as he watched her bear a peaceful look. Anakin swore she nodded at him, before closing her eyes in eternal sleep.

Anakin Skywalker had done something no Jedi has ever done before. He didn't realize what that decision would amount up to.

"She's awakening!"

Kriff. That was a terrible speeder accident. What was she thinking, driving drunk? What was I thinking?

Ashoka brought herself back to the present, as her head throbbed uncontrollably. Her eyes were open, but everything was so… blurry. She could barely see. She could barely move. Ashoka panicked, wondering if she was paralyzed after the crash. She tried to move a finger and was comforted as it wiggled.

"She's moving a finger!"

Ashoka tried to speak, but only a croak came out. Finally, she blacked out.

Ashoka woke up again. Her sight had returned and she found herself in an infirmary room.

A nurse, who was fluffing flowers said, "Oh! You're awake! Well young one, your name is Rea Amaé, yes?"

Ashoka shook her head barely. "Atoka. Atoka Ano."

"Atoka?"

Ashoka shook her head and signaled for the nurse to give her a marker and board. Clumsily, Ashoka wrote: My name is Ashoka Tano.

"Ashoka! Hmm, you must be from a distant planet, that's a strange name! It sounds like a name from Shili! But very pretty."

Ashoka then noticed her hands. They were… a light olive-tanned color… not the red tinge Ashoka was always proud of.

She then realized she didn't feel her lekku. Grabbing what was on her head… it was hair. It was straight, long pitch-black hair.

Tortuguas… they didn't have hair.

"Mirror," Ashoka managed to croak.

"Oh? You want a mirror? Here you go. Ashoka slowly placed in front of her face, and was horrified.

She was no longer a Tortugua. She was… human.

And she screamed. She threw the mirror across the room and removed everything hooked up to her. She ran out of the room, her scream only loud and crackling croaks. As she ran, the nurse screamed, "Patient 007 is getting away! I repeat, Patient 007 is getting away!"

Ashoka was then grabbed by two buff security guards, who tried too sooth her, but to no avail. "I'm human… I'm human… ANAKIN!"

Ashoka kept screaming his name until she whispered "Anakin… save me."