Summary: When Ahsoka finds herself fiercely drawn to a certain Anakin Skywalker, many troubles and emotional catastrophies ensue. But will love find a way in the end? Only time will tell...

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He was missing. Again. Honestly! What was it with him and his uncanny need to disappear? He'd made a serious habit of it lately and it was beginning to piss me off. It always seemed to end up with me getting hopelessly lost in some random forest before eventually finding him having some heated argument with Obi Wan; either that, or having a snog with Senator Amidala. I scowled, my jealousy getting the better of me. It is not right for a Jedi Knight to get jealous, I told myself firmly, my eyes squinting against the sun. Of course, I wasn't a Jedi Knight yet but I would be, and the same rules still applied, even for a Padawan.

The yellow light glared fiercely through the open windows of the Jedi Temple, and I raised my freehand to shield my gaze while the other rested absently on the hilt of my lightsaber. The room I was in was empty; unusual, considering the Temple was normally filled to the brim with people and other crazy beings. Then again, this was my room; the only person who ever really came in here was Anakin, but as I said before: he was missing. Disappeared. Poof. Gone off to snog some stuck-up little bi—

"Ahsoka?"

I jumped, losing my balance and falling backwards onto my bed. I raised my head, my eyes wide with surprise. A laugh radiated from the doorway and my gaze narrowed; it was Anakin, and he was looking smug, even more so than usual.

"Did I scare you, Snips?" He smirked, eyebrows raised. He was enjoying this... And he looked happy. But not just happy. Really happy, which was weird for Anakin; he normally had a sort of... sad air about him, most probably influenced by his troubled past. But now? Well, that air seemed to have just...gone; replaced by an abnormal euphoria. Great; this irritatingly confirmed my suspicions of his secret snogging agenda, which was NOT good.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I retorted, deciding to ignore his previous question and instead see what it was that had been the cause of Anakin's unexpected entry into my quarters. A rather pleasing thought entered my mind: perhaps he'd suddenly realised his undying love for me and had had the fierce, burgeoning need to fuck? Yes...I wouldn't mind that...

He shrugged, and walked towards the window. I remained on my bed, rolling over onto my stomach as I watched him lean inattentively against the casement. "I wanted to talk to you." He turned around to face me, a worried frown carved into his features. "It's about....It's about me and Senator Amidala." he said, folding his arms across his chest. He was about to start pacing; I could feel it.

I looked at him, one eyebrow cocked. "What about it?" He was going to mention the other night, wasn't he? Oh god...

"Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, "About what happened...I know you saw, and I would appreciate it if you didn't--"

"--Go blabbing it about." I finished his sentence for him, an uncontrollable scowl settling onto my expression.

"Yeah." He coughed, before we sunk into an awkward silence. And then he began to pace. I stifled a smirk. "Look--" he said finally, before I interrupted him.

I sighed, "Oh, shut up. Don't worry, I didn't see anything. Your secret's safe with me. Besides, your private life is none of my business." But I wanted it to be my business... I could tell he knew I was angry, but he didn't make anything of it. He just looked at me with those big, beautiful blue eyes and I melted. So much for my whole he wants to fuck me theory. I suppose though, after that, I just acted on impulse. I knew it was random, and I knew he would hate me for it, but ever since I'd found out about him and Amidala, I just had to...well...

I kissed him. Yup, you heard me. Talk about being completely and utterly crazy. I just got off my bed, grabbed him by his collar and pressed my lips firmly against his. It felt weird, like kissing a brother. In fact, it was quite disappointing. Then again, maybe that was because he was desperately trying to pull away from me. Maybe now hadn't been the right...time. After all, this wasn't the passionate and romantic kiss I'd been hoping for...

Aw, shit.

I fell backwards, breathless, refusing to meet his gaze. He just stared at me, breathing heavily, but the shocked rage that sparked within his glare told me so much that he needn't have said anything. And then he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Wow. I'd just kissed Anakin Skywalker...

Now that is what I'd call reckless. Yeah. I really need to work on that...

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