Inspired by Renny08's pair of works: The Rain Falls and You Owed Me One

It was pouring. Fourteen year old Ahsoka Tano stood beside her Master. Having forgotten her robe, she was even more miserable than she would've been with it. Ahsoka didn't mind the rain so much..., if she had her robe. The rain was warm, but it was windy, making her body cold.

She glanced up at her Master, standing calmly in front of the 501st. He was warm and dry under his robe. Also, he wore more clothing she did, in the traditional Jedi tunics. Ahsoka considered for a split second converting her clothing, thin leggings, short skirt, and chest wrap, to Jedi tunics, but quickly pushed the thought aside. She had much more maneuverability in what she wore now. Besides, they looked hot and uncomfortable.

The battle they had previously engaged in was over, ending in a victory for the Republic due to the rain. Guess the Seps will have to add 'waterproofing' to their list of upgrades, Ahsoka mused. The clones dirty, battle scarred armor was washed clean of mud, running in dirty rivulets down the plastoid plates.

A gust of wind blew, causing Ahsoka to dive under the tail of her Master's robe and cower. He glanced down disapprovingly and rolled his eyes.

"Maybe this'll teach you to not leave your robe at the Temple," He said dryly. "Here." Anakin shrugged out of his robe and dropped it on his forlorn apprentice's head. Ahsoka spluttered and spat out the water that dropped off it, lifting it off and shrugging it on.

"Thanks, but don't you need it?"

"Nah. I grew up in a desert, remember? I like the rain."

"Oh."

Anakin's cloak was too big, puddling around her and swallowing her in its depths. The hood covered nearly all of her face, so she rolled its hem up and over her eyes. The bottom hem drug on the muddy ground and there was at least six inches of extra material at the sleeves.

Still, Ahsoka drew it around herself, grateful for the warmth that lingered from her Master's body. She leaned closer too him, sighing blissfully. Anakin glanced down and smiled, drawing her closer and wrapping an arm around her waist. Ahsoka smiled.

"Thanks, Master."

"You're welcome, Snips."

Nearly two years later...

It was pouring. Anakin stood on the battle field by his almost sixteen year old apprentice, grimly observing the damage. It had been a hard day for the 501st. Dead and injured clones outnumbered the broken droids that littered the battle field. Medics rush here and there, trying to save as many brothers as they could.

Anakin shivered. The wind was cold. The rainwater was cold. He was cold. He'd forgotten his robe back at the Temple today. Ahsoka glanced up at him.

"You okay?"

"Fine, Snips. Jus' fine." The wind picked up. Anakin dove under the tail of Ahsoka's was robe, shielding himself from the rain. Ahsoka looks at him, hunched over and awkward, amused.

"Hey, you owed me one, Snips!" Anakin grinned. Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

"I thought you liked the rain."

"Yeah, warm rain. Not cold rain."

"Oh." Ahsoka shrugged out of her robe. "Here. Borrow this." She ordered, the tossing it to him.

"Um, thanks," Anakin said uncertaintly. He pulled it on. It was tight and small, its hem barely reaching the backs of his knees. The sleeves were about six inches too short. The hood didn't fit right, due to its specially made design so it would fit over Ahsoka's montrals. It stood up crookedly and didn't reach his forehead, causing rainwater to plaster his hair to his forehead and trickle down into his eyes, but he was grateful. Brushing water droplets of his lashes, he said:

"Thanks, Snips." Anakin hooked an arm around her waist and tugged her close. Ahsoka leaned into his touch.

"Anytime, Master."