1. Alright, first of all, I'm sorry that this took WAY too long (gets shot). But school's a beeoch, I got sick twice and the whole college issue is breathing down my neck… Anyway enough about me, on with the story! (Finally) BTW: Thanks for the reviews; I love how supportive you all are!

2. Anyway, so I don't get sued: Star Wars not owned by me… Owned by George Lucas. (Dude, he must be LOADED.)

3. Okay, guess what?! They're still on the same nameless planet from chapter two! :D (Sucks at finding real star wars places…)

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#3: Trust

Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are endless- Mother Teresa

"Ready Ahsoka?" Anakin questioned, letting his blue lightsaber light in a familiar hum. Ahsoka was already in a defensive stance, the Togruta girl ready to rocket off on the balls of her feet. The question asked by her master made her slump down with a smirk.

"No master, I just ignited my lightsaber 'cause I thought I'd-"

"Don't get snippy with me…" He teased back, cutting her off with the old phrase that had gotten her her nickname. Ahsoka rolled her eyes quickly, eager to start the sudden spar. He'd never really sparred with her before and she was more than willing to show him what she could do.

"I'm ready when you are!" She assured, getting back onto the balls of her feet, shifting over a small crack in the rock beneath her feet. The air about the two Jedi was damp and cool, the thunderstorm that had threatened them at the ruins already passing with a nothing but a light drizzle.

Still, the light rainfall had done its purpose, purging the earth and sky of the hot, dry burn of the sun that had stuck to the planet like an unwanted dust. On their race back to the Twilight, which ended in nothing but the two going in circles, they had found yet another section of the ruined city. The cleared rectangular stone slab reminded the Jedi Knight immediately of an arena, the Battle of Geonosis coming clearly to mind. Yet, after noticing how fired up Ahsoka still was, Anakin thought that using said arena for its purpose might not be a bad thing.

Just when Ahsoka was about roar off her feet without his permission, he said:

"GO!"

In an unoriginal start, their sabers clashed to form an x, Ahsoka already bouncing back on her little legs, swerving right to try and hit again. She was blocked, and Anakin kept up with her, knowing that she was attempting to fake him out with her side to side movements.

The red boots scuffed up tiny pebbles, swiftly beating the ground as she literally flew on the rock. Anakin was taken aback by just how nimble and swift his padawan was. His heavy form and steps were not slow in any manner; in fact, he was one of the fastest Jedi known. But Ahsoka just was tinier, slimmer, lighter… perhaps she was making up for the fact that she wasn't as skilled.

"Whoa, hey! You tryin' to kill me!?" Anakin suddenly remarked while blocking a swipe that clearly could've killed him if hadn't been a Jedi Knight.

"What? You getting beaten, master?" She shot back quickly, ducking his deflection of blue saber. He had to swiftly swish his blade back and forth like a pendulum to cover each of her shots, but he knew already that she was loosing the fiery momentum she'd started with.

Green blazed about her face, lighting her intricate birthmarks like neon signs. The emerald weapon reflected in her blue eyes, swinging in her pupils with mad intent to win.

"That was for making me scrub the entire bridge last month!" Ahsoka scoffed playfully when their lightsabers clashed once more, the two held at a momentary stand still.

"Well, you diddeserve it, snips." He haughtily smirked, almost laughing when another spark lit and died on her face. Skywalker threw her off his lightsaber, abruptly coming at her with just as many shots as she had. Ahsoka couldn't duck them all, reverting to her Shein grip. The reverse hold helped her immensely, and was something her master couldn't do.

The Togruta tipped back on her heels to just miss a blow that probably would've sliced her in two. Her gaping expression, crowned with her cordovan lips hanging open, reached her master.

"What? You getting beaten?"

They charged forward, more than eager to beat each other. Padawan caught her master's lightsaber under hers, and then knocked him over with a slam from her body, her hip smashing against his stomach. Anakin stumbled in reverse, but immediately sprung back, their sabers clinking rapidly with rhythmic buzzes and clicks.

"I thought- this was- a saber- spar- you cheater!" He grunted through swings, his blue eyes attentively locked on her.

"Who said?" Ahsoka quipped back, keeping all her attention on his saber. He noted this, and did the same as she had before, knocking her onto the ground with a side crash. She performed a handspring, flying back at him with a spin.

Ahsoka now sidestepped her master constantly, avoiding a saber swipe to knock him in the back of the leg. He bowed but didn't fall, trying to fling his saber back to catch her. But she flew right over his head, a blur of orange, red, and white as she vaulted off his shoulders, weakly attempting to hit him with her lime blade in mid air. She landed, and none too soon, Anakin hot on her heels. She back tracked swiftly; her boots skimming the pebbles she'd once flew over in the beginning of their spar.

Her tiny back hit a half crumbled pillar at the edge of the arena, and panic flared in her, shooting up her spine as she dropped to her knees to miss another blow that scorched the rock where her head once was.

Standing and squatting, standing and squatting, Ahsoka was stuck against the vine wrapped pillar; narrowly evading blue saber moves made by her Jedi Master. Anakin resisted wiping his brown bangs from his eyes, focusing intently on not hitting Ahsoka, even if he was going easy on her.

She spun to the left, hugging the pillar as she pulled herself in to spin against it. Anakin wasted little time, still swiping the air that the orange Togruta had just occupied. A boot clad foot slammed into the square of his back, knocking the wind out him and sending him into the grass outside the stone arena. Ahsoka let go of the vine she'd grabbed a hold of, re-igniting her lightsaber.

Ahsoka was too winded to talk, but prepared for her master to rise for the tall grass he'd dropped in. Over her now deep breaths, she heard the hum of another saber, and flew back from her left to miss Anakin's shot.

"One thing to remember," He put in a little lesson between his own heavy exhales, standing a ways from his tense padawan. "Never let your guard down in a battle. Expect the unexpected."

"I know, Master." She rolled her eyes.

"Really? Then how come you had to think fast to miss me?" He aptly pointed out, Ahsoka letting her eyes dart to the ground in quick thought. He dropped from his battle stance, muscles relaxing. "Alright, I think that's enough sparring for today."

"Come on, Master, that wasn't even five minutes!" She whined, Anakin laughing. His saber hissed close, the hilt now settled on his hip. His unsatisfied padawan grudgingly did the same, crossing her arms over her heaving chest.

"Still winded?" Skywalker noted, Ahsoka rigidly hushing her exhales. "S'alright, snips." He assured with a smile, one returned with hesitance. He walked over to her, and she turned, expecting to head back for the Twilight. "Can I see your lightsaber?"

"What?" Gawking at him, one of her orange hands hovered over her weapon.

"You got ears. Lightsaber, Ahsoka."

"Actually Master, we Togruta use our lekku as sensory appendages instead of ears because we don't have any." Ahsoka replied smartly up to her master, who shot her a half annoyed, half amused glare. Her blue eyes laughed at him, her chin tipped up to beam straightly at his face.

"Alright then…" He suddenly reached out and gave one of her blue and white lekku a tiny little tug. Her shoulder shot up to scuff his hand off as she hollered a lighthearted 'Hey!' in return, her braid skimming his fingers as he pulled away. "Use your lekku. Lightsaber."

She slapped the weapon into his hand, waiting impatiently for him to explain just why he'd needed her lightsaber. Green light swiftly radiated from the saber, and Anakin shifted his hand about, as if studying the Togruta's weapon. He tossed it between both hands and even held the lighted saber up to his face.

The light swished away, and he tossed Ahsoka her lightsaber. She caught it in both hands, leaning back from the unexpected throw.

"That's it? No comment, Sky guy?" The blue eyed Padawan shook her saber at Anakin as he took out his own and did the same.

"Take mine."

Ahsoka stopped, lowering her saber to stare between her Master and the silver tool he held out for her to take. Every time she glanced up to him, his sharp blue eyes were fixed on her bewildered ones.

"Master…" The Padawan almost sighed, aghast as to why he wanted to transfer such an important piece of him to her.

"Take it." Skywalker insisted, Ahsoka feeling his palpable gaze on her as she reached for the lightsaber. Her little orange-red fingers curled about the metal, Anakin slowly letting his own bulky digits release their grip. It lurched under her hold, the Jedi Knight watching with amusement as her hand fell from the saber's weight much like Padme's had.

"It's a bit heavier than mine." She thought aloud, now ignoring her previous cautiousness for curiosity as she held the weapon to her face. Ahsoka's eyes observed the grooves and bumps of his lightsaber, the black grips at the bottom catching her fingers as she rolled it in her hand like he had. The oceanic orbs shot over the saber to catch her master, who looked as if he was waiting for her to say more. "You can have it back, Master."

She hesitantly tossed his saber to him, Anakin easily catching it and slipping to onto his belt.

"Let's go, Ahsoka. Admiral Yularen is probably wondering where we are by now." Anakin turned to head back, Ahsoka's white brows shooting up on her forehead.

"You didn't tell him we were leaving!" She quickened her lively pace to reach him, a shocked smirk pushing up her cheekbones.

Her master only shrugged, a smile settling on his face now as they stepped off the stone arena. Anakin waited silently as they began to walk through the jungle; it wouldn't be long until Ahsoka piped up about the whole saber matter; she was impatient that way.

"Master?" That took a little longer than I thought…

"Mm?" He sent her a sideways look, watching her lips purse as she fumbled for the right words to start with.

"What was that all about?" Ahsoka piped up, arching one eyebrow when she'd locked her half confused, half inquisitive gaze on her Master.

"I thought you'd never ask snips!" Anakin mocked with a chuckle, the Togruta shrinking into her shoulders bashfully. He continued when she undid her recoil. "Well, I figured it might be nice to be familiar with each other's lightsabers, you know, in case we needed use the other's in a dire situation."

"You already used mine, though." She tentatively pointed out, ashamedly remembering her hostage situation with Bane.

"You never used mine." Anakin smoothly added while still not turning to look at his padawan. But he had a light, airy smile on his face, keeping Ahsoka from believing that he was angry or displeased with her.

"That's true… You never let me get near it…" She recalled smugly, making Skywalker think back to the few times she'd tried to grab it and he'd force pulled it back to him. "Or even-"

"I also wanted to show you that I trust you." He casually cut her off, as if discussing the weather. Ahsoka's head snapped back, her silka bead braid hitting her lekku. The gawking expression she was slapped with crumbled under a humbled smile, the tiny curl of her lips gracing her quite youthfully.

Anakin's smile ceased to fade, the Jedi Knight's chest swelling when a quick flare of joy radiated from his Padawan. His blue eyes watched the path before them, softened by the exchange he'd just given. The remainder of their walk consisted of each other listening to twigs crunch under long, steady strides, and bouncy, youthful ones.

Yet, even with the silence to think, it never really occurred to him until they reached the Twilight how true Obi-Wan had been a while ago:

"Teaching is a privilege."

An absolute, utter privilege.