...but all the real scars will be on the inside! (bonus points if anyone gets that ) Title: Battle Scars - although I'm telling you it's not 100% related... Author: ThisIsMe1138 Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Captain Rex Genre: Hurt/Comfort, family Summary: Ahsoka runs to check on Anakin after a nightmare... Disclaimer: Umm... I think you would've heard if I bought Disney... but just to be clear... no. I didn't. Warning: There is practically no plot. This is just our two favorite Jedi being cute. Notes: Although this isn't the first fanfic I've written, this is the first I've posted and to be honest I'm kinda nervous... so tell me what you think Also, don't have a beta reader as of yet, so feel free to PM me with any typos or obvious logic holes. Note in note: This story is finished, but I will probably post in two or three 500 or so parts. 2nd note in a note: Although I'm not particularly against it, and I think it'll be kind of obvious after reading the whole thing, just mentioning that this was not written to be romantic at all. Hope you like it! Part I: It was almost pitch-dark in the Republic Camp where the 501st legion had dropped for the night after their victory, save for the army-issue lanterns that were casting eerie dancing shadows on the sides of tents as they swayed in the wind. It was also almost dead silent as the men caught their first wink of sleep in perhaps days, save for the gasping breaths of Ahsoka Tano. Geez, Tano, get a hold of yourself, she mentally scolded, simultaneously fighting the tears back as she lay awake, her eyes wide open and her entire body shaking. There was nothing wrong with crying, necessarily, she’d always told herself, if there was a valid reason, but nightmares? She was a Republic Commander, thank you very much, not a Crecheling. There was nothing to be afraid of anyways, she reasoned with herself. The Republic had won, the men were safe, Anakin was finally sleeping on the other side of the tent and-- wait. Anakin. She couldn’t feel him nearby, couldn’t hear his soft snores or the sounds of him shifting in his sleep like he always did. Tossing aside her thermal blanket, ready to run because as the fifteen-year-old commander of a Republic legion, she’d grown used to sleeping fully-dressed, clothes, boots and all. Instinctively, she snatched her lightsaber from beside her place on the ground and ignited it as she burst out of the tent. Using her weapon as a glow rod, she scanned the area as systematically as she could manage in her near-panic state. What if he’d been captured? Wounded? Killed? She was ready to search for him, defend him, save him, beg that they take her life instead of his-- A steady hand gripped her arm and held her still. “Woah, woah, woah, Commander. You okay there?” Ahsoka all but fell into his arms. “Rex!” He felt her shudder against him. “Where’s Anakin?” Ah. So that would explain the tears and the shivers and the way she was practically clinging to him to stay upright. Ahsoka Tano was very possibly one of the most level-headed people - not to mention teenager - he knew, but after-battle nightmares could shake up even the toughest fighter. “He’s over in General Kenobi’s tent. Rumor has it he had to drag his Master to his tent and force him to go to sleep. I say they’re both insane.” The familiar teasing spark in his eyes was visible even in the limited glow of the lamps. “And if I know the General, he’s still up if you wanna make a quick check.” She had no idea what she’d done to deserve a friend like him. “Th-thanks, Rex. Goodnight.” He smiled at her gently - he understood nightmares better than most. “Goodnight, little ‘un.” He watched her walk away until she reached General Kenobi’s tent and disappeared behind the flap, without failing to notice she’d been too upset to correct his use of nicknames. --- ...I promise Anakin does come into this... What did you think?