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Anakin's POV

Well, everything was going according to plan.

That was until Ace, Ahsoka's second in command radioed through. "General, we can't reach the commander. It seems that her fighter has gone off course towards enemy lines."

I look out of my starfighter and see hers drifting way off course. Kriff, just when I though things were back to normal, you had to pull something like this on me Snips. What has gotten into you?

"Copy that Ace, I'll try get to her."

I switch my channel directly to my Padawan. "Ahsoka, come in. AHSOKA." I hear no reply. Concern and worry in churning around inside of me. "Ahsoka Tano, do you copy," I was met with silence. What in the actual hell had happened in there?

I check in with Ahsoka's droid. "R7 what's wrong." A bunch of beeps came in reply. "What do you mean she's passed out?" It took a few seconds to realise Ahsoka had actually passed out. "Kriff, R7 see if you can navigate her out of this mess back to the cruiser. I'll contact the bridge."

"Admiral, Ahsoka's unconscious in her fighter. Is there a less chaotic area where you could send someone to collect her fighter?" I practically shout.

In a matter of seconds, Admiral Yularen's reply came. "I've sent out Captain Rex and a few men to the following coordinates."

Immediately I forward those to R7 who beeps in reply. At least she was in Rex's hands now. Able to relax a tiny bit, I re-join the ongoing battle in front of me.

To be honest, my plan worked perfectly, except for Ahsoka going AWOL in space, and when I was sure the clones could handle the rest of the scattered vulture droids, I promptly made my way back into the hanger to check on Ahsoka. Jumping out of the cockpit, I was greeted by Rex.

"Rex, how is she?" uncertainty, anguish and distress all come out at once.

"I'm sorry, but Kix isn't allowing anyone in medbay right now. All I know is that the commander's in good hands General Skywalker."

"What is wrong with my Padawan?"

"Sir, I… *sigh* I wish I knew general, but please don't cause a scene. Not here, not know."

I let out a sigh. May as well write my mission report during the wait, I decide as I made my way towards the medbay, Rex trailing behind.

*A few hours later*

Ahsoka's POV

What the hell, where am I? Wasn't I flying. Holy kriffing shit! I pretty much shot upright. Then I was met with the firm hands of Kix who I probably have to thank for me being alive right now.

"Commander, please take it easy for now. But first before most I would like to address a certain problem, before the General sees you."

"Kix just get to the point, your anticipation is scaring me," but at that point, I already knew what he was going to say.

"See commander, you're severely malnourished, beyond the starving point. You're lacking key nutrients in your body, that's probably what caused you to go under out there." Kix gestured towards the window.

That wasn't possible, I was taking supplements every day. How did my eating problem cause me to pass out?

"But…..how?" I stutter.

"Look commander, I'm taking guesses here, but by looking at your stats that you haven't been eating proper food these past few months, have you?" I nod, since I seem a bit frozen up. "Taking supplements and pills instead of actual food doesn't fulfil the requirements needed by your body. It's dangerous and I want my commander in top shape."

Then it hit me. All of this. The pill obsession, my body image. Had I really been anorexic? What would Anakin think of this? Would he still want me to be his Padawan? Panic was all over me and before long warm, wet tears were dripping down my cheeks and onto my sheets like little raindrops. It was all my fault!

I think Kix was taken by surprise at my sudden display of raw emotion. After an awkward second or two, he broke the silence while draping an arm across my shoulder and held me close.

"I won't tell the General if you don't want to. For all he knows, you passed out due to a severe migraine. All I want is for you to look after yourself. You were lucky this time." Now it was my turn to be taken by surprise. How did he know that I was worried about what Anakin thought of me.

"Do you think Master Skywalker still want me if I tell him the truth," I say, just a mere whisper.

"If you ask me commander, General Skywalker will be cursing himself for not looking after you, though you might earn yourself a lecture or too." Said Kix in a playful manner.

"Thanks Kix, but do you mind being there when I tell Anakin."

"I'll be there commander, right by your side."

"Well let's bring him in then."

Anakin's POV

I'm pacing, back and forth, screw the mission report, I had made no progress. Then, I hear the click of a door.

"General Skywalker, Commander Tano is awake and ready to see you," announces Kix. "Sir, I suggest you go easy on her, she's currently very weak, dehydrated and feverish. She also would like to talk to you about something."

I nod in his direction. As we enter the room, I see her slim figure carefully placed on top of pillows and sheets.

"Hey Snips, passing out in the middle of a battle in a starfighter is something even I'm yet to accomplish." She tries to laugh but immediately grimaces in pain. "Ahsoka, I sense something's up, it's obvious in Kix's thoughts and in your force signature." Kix makes a baffled face at the thought of being mined read. I send a friendly wink his way. "You haven't been yourself lately and frankly, I'm worried for you Snips."

"Ummm, Master, there's something you should probably know."

I watch Ahsoka take a deep breath. Glancing at Kix, our eyes communicate, he tells me to listen.

"Here goes nothing." Ahsoka says nervously, looking up at the clone medic who gives her an encouraging nod.

Ahsoka's POV

"Anakin, these past months, I've been suffering from eating disorders. Anorexia nervosa to be exact. And I'm sorry I've kept it from you." I see his eyes light up in concern, sadness and protection.

"Ahsoka, I didn't know…." I cut him off before he could finish. I really needed to get it out of my system. I didn't even have to think. The words came, speaking my mind and feelings.

"Just hear me out Master, these past months haven't been what I would call easy. I felt like anorexia was the only thing in my life I had control over, given the war and how unpredictable it is. It was part of me, something that I was able to call mine. My mind was consumed with worry, guilt and regret. Food was the enemy. Calories were the soldiers. Exercise was the drill. Little did I know how ugly it could get and it got real ugly, Master. It started when I came back from a mission with you and Master Kenobi a while ago. I just remember staring at the mirror and my mind saw myself as ugly, fat, imperfect…..." Gosh these tears buried deep down were all resurfacing. Anakin held me while I cried, like a tight security net that made me feel safe. I must be making the biggest fool out of myself. It wasn't long before I regained my composure and continued.

"My life became consumed with calories, daily weigh-ins, my thighs ughhhh. Then it became obsessive and uncontrollable. It possessed me, it defined me. I just remember that day on Coruscant, all those pretty, perfect, skinny girls in that bar. From then on, I bought pills, supplements, laxatives and I started eating close to nothing. I remember being so weak from training that I was close to crying every time. Nevertheless, I kept reminding myself that had to keep on going if I wanted to look perfect. I'm sorry I've disappointed you Master. Please don't drop me."

And with that said, all of it was out. I felt the weights lifting off my shoulders. Along with the words, pools of tears came flooding down.

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