My eyelids are heavy. My whole body is heavy. I feel strangely exhausted, and battered all other. Something bad happened, to me, but like a dream, I'm struggling to remember it.

So where am I?

Somewhere warm. There are covers over me, and I'm lying on something soft. A bed.

I don't ever want to move.

After a while I can vaguely hear voices nearby, but I can't recognise them or understand what they are saying. I think they've been there a while, but I'm not really sure on anything.

I seem to choke on the air the a second, before I burst into a fit of coughing. I sit up, bending over in pain as my lungs practically scream in protest.

What's worse, is the fact I'm wearing an oxygen mask.

How do you choke in an Oxygen mask?

Opening my eyes, I squint around me. Everything is white, which can only mean one thing, I'm in a medical room.

I rip off my mask to get some real air, because at least I can take air in at whatever pace I want.

I never did like oxygen masks. They we're the only things that made me feel horrible every time.

After I've taken in some more air, and choked a bit more, I suddenly realise there's someone standing next to my bed. Looking up, I meet my master's eyes.

"What happened?" I choke out, looking around. I'm in the medical bay at the Jedi Temple. Again. All the other beds are empty.

"The usual," he says, and I can tell by his face he isn't about to explain. Typical. He doesn't usually shut up. I frown at him, pulling a face. He, for once, doesn't react. He's staring at the foot of my bed, but in a way that makes me sure he's not really seeing it.

"Master..." I say. No reaction. Huh. That's weird.

"Anakin!" I reach over and snap my fingers in front of his face. He jumps.

"What?" Anakin's eyes flicker back to me, looking confused.

"What happened?" I repeat sharply.

"The usual!" My master repeats himself, sounding exasperated.

"Thanks Mr Detail," I muse, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, "I'll just be going now,"

"No!"

"No?" I grin at him. "Watch me!"

I pull myself up, suddenly aware of how weak I am. Apparently I'm not going far. But I manage to duck Anakin's desperate grab anyway. I slide to a stop, patting my utility belt. I knew I was missing something.

Lightsabers.

Lightsabers? Wait. What? How many do I have? One? Two? My eyes scan the bedside table, other nearby surfaces and Anakin's belt (you never know with Anakin), but as normal, he only has his own.

Think Ahsoka. Think.

But I can't. My memory is really fuzzy, and the last thing that I know for sure happened, was that I was standing in the town center on Naboo -with one lightsaber. I'm not really sure after that.

"Ahsoka?" Anakin's concerned voice breaks through my thoughts, and I look over at him with wide eyes. My hands drop from my belt. My master's eyes follow my hands movement, looking worried.

"Yes?" I answer, but I can second guess what he's about to say.

"R2 has your lightsabers," Anakin explains, looking up to meet my eyes.

"Oh," I say. Well that clears up a couple of questions. I now know how many lightsabers I own, and where, no who, has them.

"And Ahsoka. Weren't you going somewhere?" I blink, taking a second longer than usual to process what he had just asked me.

"Uhhh," still not moving, my gaze slides absent mindedly to the floor. My mind, for possibly the first time, has gone completely blank. Nothing.

Then suddenly Anakin is front of me, and I'm being pushed back on the bed.

"You're supposed to stay here," he informs me. I push him away, muttering in my native language about everything being unfair. My master stares at me blankly. Actually, that would be a good thing. I'd start to worry if he understood that.

"What happened to our mission with Lux?" I enquire, sinking into the pillows.

"He's at the Coruscant apartment again. Padme is keeping an eye on him, but she's going to see her family next week. Lux is going with her to do whatever Senators do," he informs me knowledgeably.

"To do whatever Senators do," I repeat slowly, amused. Anakin grins, running his hand through his hair.

"Yeah. Well, I'd better go Snips. I'll be back soon," with that he strides out, the door slides shut, and I'm left in silence.

A/N:

*In spongebob voice*

20 years later...

Well, I'm alive. Ish. Swimming in a pile of homework, but I haven't quite sunk yet. Anyway, this is probably really bad because I haven't written for so long...sorry. I'll try and update again soon.

Ahsokafanfic.