Ahsoka Tano One-Shots

Your Master My Master

Heyo, human beings from outer space!

Just so everyone is aware, I wrote this while eating cornflakes out of my favorite Christmas mug and watching Tangled and Zootopia.

This was a request over on ao3

Read on if you dare. 

"I want to come," Ezra said, crossing his arms over his chest and setting his jaw in defiance.

"No, Ezra," Hera said with a sigh before anyone else could. "It's a very dangerous mission and–"

"Yeah?! I've been on plenty of dangerous missions before!"

"–And," Hera pressed, "Our best bet is to send Kanan and Ahsoka. They're experienced."

Ezra scowled in a way that almost reminded Ahsoka of a pouting toddler.

"This is for the best, Ezra. We don't want you getting hurt, okay?" Hera set her hands on his shoulders, her voice soft and gentle in that motherly way. Ezra sighed and sagged forward in defeat. Hera rubbed his back. "Don't worry, we'll be getting our own mission, and you'll be a very important part of it."

Ahsoka admired the way Hera handled the kids. She didn't think she could ever be so great with them. Anakin had raised and trained her with a much more... reckless and wild approach. She didn't trust herself not to fall into the methods of his teachings.

"Are we good to go, then?" came Kanan's voice, breaking Ahsoka out of her thoughts.

"Yes, I believe so," Ahsoka replied and followed Kanan up to the Phantom. They jumped to hyperspace only a few minutes later.

"I'm sorry about Ezra," Kanan said with a sigh. "I know he could do with a little– a lot– more discipline–"

Ahsoka held up her hand with a small chuckle. "Don't, Kanan. You know how we were as padawans, how I was."

"Yes, but you had a competent Master who kept you in line, and so did I!" Kanan sighed, rubbing his face. "If only I could get him to behave."

"Oh, hush, you're doing just fine," Ahsoka said, "and it isn't as though you had a ton to work from, given that you didn't finish your time as a padawan..." she trailed off, feeling him tense. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"My Master never completed my training because she was killed during the purge," said Kanan slowly.

"I'm sorry," Ahsoka said again, and she chanced setting a hand on his shoulder.

Tears glinted in Kanan's eyes, his expression a battle of schooling to numb and morphing in pain. He hadn't spoken of this before.

"The battle had come to a pause," Kanan said after the silence stretched to tearful minutes. "We were regrouping, or something. I was going to go with Clone Force 99. We were headed off when the transmission came through."

He choked out a strangled sound and Ahsoka rubbed his back.

"They were all shooting her, surrounding her, she screamed for me to run. And I just stood there. I couldn't move. I just couldn't." Another strangled sound. "She told me to run again, and then I ran. She was screaming and screaming and then suddenly... stopped."

"I'm so sorry," Ahsoka whispered.

"Clone Force 99 chased me, but I escaped," Kanan finished. He stared out the window at hyperspace for a long time, and Ahsoka sat with him, saying nothing. There was hardly anything she could say. And no words could bring him the comfort he needed.