I need a fic where Ashoka from Rebels finds Anakin (either she time traveled or Anakin does) and Ashoka just hugs him and cries--thinking how can this man become Darth Vader and Anakin is really confused but he hugs her and it's all cute and yes. Or for angst--Anakin finds out about his future from Ashoka and he's terrified but idk I need older Ashoka talking to Anakin ahhhh.
It’s not Anakin.
It cannot possibly be Anakin.
“Just hang in there. We’ll get you back to the medics in one piece. Just don’t give up on me, okay?”
But that voice and hair and those too-old eyes in a too-young face are Anakin’s. The thin scar is Anakin’s and the impossible balance of cold durasteel strength and warm, calloused skin around her hand are Anakin’s.
The sounds of battle all around her, is the music of his life, of his existence. Anakin Skywalker was born to wage war and Ahsoka Tano knows this better than anyone.
She has watched him perform this dance for almost two decades now.
“Anakin?” Ahsoka croaks out, grimacing in pain as she looks up at his young, unscarred face. This is not the burning demon with hellfire eyes and a dead star for a heart.
This is not Darth Vader.
This is her Skyguy.
But even know, she can feel the darkness eating away at him.
“Sir! She’s awake!” Kix cries out and Ahsoka wants to weep. It has been so long and she has missed her family so much. So many of them are gone, so many lost to time and Palpatine’s machinations.
“Kix?” she whispers, marveling as he turns to look down at her, the familiar blue paint of the 501st scratched up on his helmet and chest plate. “Is that really you?”
Why does it hurt to breathe? Where did she get hit? When did she get hit? Where had she been before this?
“General! The charges are set!” Rex’s voice crackles out of his helmet as he runs into Ahsoka’s vision, firing back at battle droids as Anakin continues to protect her, deflecting bolts like he was born with a blade in his hand. “Ready when you are.”
She’s back. She doesn’t know how she’s back or what brought her back but she has to tell Anakin while she has the time. While she’s still aware, before she passes out.
There are sounds of gunships and suddenly she’s being lifted up, shouldered between Kix and someone else as they drag her to the gunship. She lets out a groan and tries to keep the contents of her stomach down as they run, jostling her and nearly knocking her out as whiteout flashes of pain wash through her.
The world tilts sideways and then Anakin is running for the ship, Rex hot on his heels. They jump inside as the ship starts to take off, the doors sliding shut in a perfect symphony of skill, bravery and sheer dumb luck. It is an evac only Anakin Skywalker is capable of.
Anakin Skywalker, the man slowly turning into Darth Vader.
The man being eaten alive by his fear and his love.
“Skyguy…” she whispers, trying to reach him in the Force, trying to tell him everything he needs to know before she loses consciousness, before she wakes up and it’s all a horrible dream. “Please… master… You have to… listen to me.”
“Sir? I think she’s trying to tell you something,” Kix shouts over the sounds of battle, as the ship is buffeted by the explosive force of cannon and laser fire. The lights flicker out for a moment and Ahsoka stifles a cry.
She has to tell him.
She has to stop him.
“Skyguy…” she nearly sobs, holding out a hand. “Please!”
Anakin manages to climb over the wounded to make it to Ahsoka’s side, confused. “Kix, what did she say? I can barely hear her.”
Kix shakes his head. “I don’t know but she says you have to listen to her. I think… I think she called you Skyguy.”
“What?!” Anakin snarls, anger flaring and dying before he looks down at her. The edges of her vision are going grey and then black and for a moment she quails and thinks those dearly-missed blue eyes have burnt away to gold but then it’s gone and Anakin is holding her hand and it’s Skyguy and Master and everything is warm and all right again.
For a moment she is Snips again and she did not realize how much she missed being Snips.
For a moment she is sixteen and Anakin will make everything better.
“Master…,” Ahsoka whispers, trying to squeeze his hand. “I… I have to tell you… about Darth Sidious… and v-Vader. I… have to… tell you… I won’t… leave you…”
“Kix?” Anakin’s voice is harsh and demanding as her vision turns to black and she starts to fade away. “Kix, get her back! Snips! Talk to me! Ahsoka! AHSOKA!”
Ahsoka closes her eyes and her last thought is I’m sorry I can’t keep my promise, Skyguy.
There is a convoree outside the window of the hospital room, hopping from branch to branch, fluttering its wings and tilting its head to the side as it watches the inhabitants of the room through the transparisteel.
“All biological markers are identical. How is that possible?”
“The Force works in mysterious ways, Anakin. Especially around you.”
“Ha ha. Very funny, Obi-Wan. I’m serious. That’s Ahsoka. This… this… this woman is my Padawan!”
Neither of them say Former Padawan even though they both think it.
“We shall simply have to wait and see when she…”
“She’s waking up! Ahsoka? Ahsoka, it’s me. It’s your ma… It’s Anakin.”
Ahsoka’s vision slowly comes into focus as her montrals tell her that she is in a private room, several monitors cheerfully cataloguing her biorhythms and her continued existence. The light is too bright for a moment and then it’s softer, darker, a shadow falls over her vision and when she finally opens her eyes, Anakin is smiling down at her, worried, terrified and cautiously happy.
The Force sings with his presence. Master! Master! Your master is here! He’s here and he’s safe and you are back home where you belong!
Ahsoka takes a shallow, watery breath. “Anakin?”
He touches her cheek and smiles, squeezing her hand with his gloved hand. “Yeah… Hey Snips, you uh… you got taller.”
“How are you feeling, Ahsoka?” Obi-Wan seems to simply appear in her vision, hovering behind Anakin, his anxiety barely hidden behind his Negotiator’s mask and a gloved hand nervously combing his beard. “Should we get a healer?”
Ahsoka shakes her head and squeezes Anakin’s hand back and give him the best smile she’s capable of. “No. The healers can wait. I have so much to tell you.”
“Snips…” Anakin’s tone is familiar, the rumbling warning of his displeasure at her self-neglect and brings tears to her eyes.
To be Snips again meant to be cared for, cared about.
To be Snips again meant that someone loved her.
Ahsoka takes a breath.
“Skyguy… I’ve missed you so much but… I have to tell you about Darth Vader.”