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The Unrectifiable Past

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(Y/n)'s POV
"Hey, you're being awfully quiet," My best friend Ahsoka nudged my shoulder with hers as we walked down the hallway side by side, "Which is very unusual for you." She teased, giving me a soft smile that I could see from the corner of my eye.

Despite our age difference, her being fifteen and me being eighteen - we get along a lot better with each other than we do with the others in our own age groups. And I feel like a big part of that is because Ahsoka and I are both is very mature for our ages, and we match each other well.

We're a bit opposite when it comes to our likes and dislikes, but at the same time, we blend well like bantha biscuits with blue milk. We have the same sense of humor, we have the same love for food, we love causing a little mayhem — we are still young rebellious teens after all — we can make each other laugh like no other, I trust no one more than her; and this isn't me being cocky, but I truly believe we're two of the best Padawans in the order.

Sure her and I have prohibited adventures that have earned us a long list of reprimands from the lovely Mace Windu, and we can be a bit childish when we want to be. But we're intelligent, loyal to the order, at the top of our classes in swordsmanship, and when it comes to the use of the force - we excel.

And I much prefer her than the ones my age because — well they look down on me. I was the Master-less padawan for almost a year. Therefore they considered themselves better than me, and more advanced. Mainly because they've had their Masters this whole time while I spent the past year training without any supervision or guidance.

Some even blamed me for the death of Master Ti — I blamed me.

But I knew she wouldn't have.

If she could talk to me now, she would tell me to hold my head up high and remind me that I did everything I could to save her that day. Then she'd proceed to give me a lecture on how everything happens for a reason and to not dwell on the unrectifiable past. But that still didn't help with the painful ache in my chest that was associated with how much I missed her.

"Hello, Coruscant to (y/n)," Ahsoka snapped her fingers in front of my face, pulling me away from my harrowing thoughts.

I blinked out of my daydreams and gave her my attention, "Sorry 'Soka," I sighed, facing my gaze forward and dreading the double doors that I saw ahead which led to the training room, "I just don't think I'm ready for this yet."

Today is the day I meet my new Master. To my joy Ahsoka was meeting hers at the same time as me so I had her for emotional support, but I was so nervous I could feel the vibrations of my racing heart in the back of my throat.

She paused her movements, prompting me to stop in the middle of the hallway with her as she turned her body towards me, "Yes you are, you've been the Master-less padawan for too long. Now it's time to be the padawan of the chosen one, that'll shut those idiots up." She folded her arms with an eye roll.

Did I also mention how incredibly protective of me she gets? If I remember correctly, she was ten times more excited than I when I was told that my Master would be the famous Anakin Skywalker.

Not that I had an issue with him, I've actually never personally met him before, I've only ever seen him from afar. It's just that she was more excited by the reputation it would give me. She hated how the others treated me even though I was fine with ignoring them. So when we were told who I was going to be training under, she saw this as an opportunity for a glimmer of light to shine over my head to remove the clouds hanging over that were left by the other Padawans remarks and discouragements. Especially because the other Padawans and younglings worshipped the ground that Skywalker walked on.

I took a deep breath and nodded. I promised her I'd walk in there with positivity and an open-mind, and I plan to keep that promise, "You're right, let's go. I'm sure they're waiting and I don't want them getting upset with us before we even meet."

Her smile widened and she was almost shaking with excitement as she locked our arms together and pulled me down the rest of the hallway, "It's gonna be great and I heard that Master Kenobi and Master Skywalker are just as inseparable as us, meaning we'll be on tons of missions together."

That was one of the only things keeping my nerves from overwhelming me — knowing I'd have her the majority of the time. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to have a new Master, but after watching Ti die in my arms... I'm terrified of experiencing that again.

But luckily I have Master Skywalker, and from what I've heard - I won't have anything to worry about, except maybe myself.

So this fear I have is something I'm going to have to work through internally, and after awhile, I'm positive it'll go away when I see just how amazing and strong he is with my own eyes.

With the wave of my hand, I beat Ahsoka to it and opened the training room doors.

There inside were our new Masters, except they weren't standing there in a poise position as I expected. They were sparring with each other, smiling and laughing at the others slip ups.

"Come on Anakin, I thought I taught you better than this." The one I know as Master Kenobi said with a chuckle after he got behind his former Padawan and kicked his back - causing him to stumble forward.

"Maybe it was all part of my master plan old man," My Master turned his head with a smirk, neither acknowledging that we had entered the room. But we didn't mind, this was quite entertaining and I was curious as to what he was going to do.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Master Kenobi stood in his defensive position with his lightsaber pointed straight at Master Skywalker.

I watched my Master with intrigue, noticing the small line of sweat dripping down his temple. His hair was stuck to his forehead and crystal blue eyes were hard to miss as they shined under the training room lights. This is the closest I have ever been to him and it's clear to see that the rumors are true, he's handsome.

I saw his smirk widen and his index finger on his glove twitch. That's when my attention was drawn to a heavy light on the ceiling which came tumbling down, and it was right above Master Kenobi.

My eyes widened, is he insane?

I was about to stop it from hitting him since the surprised look on his face made me nervous that he'd be too stunned to react. But before I could, it was stopped just a foot above his head by the same man who made it fall.

Master Skywalker strutted towards him with a smug expression and he had his gloved hand raised, "You were saying?" He rhetorically questioned as he tossed the light to the side, "You would've been dead Obi-Wan, all because you underestimate me and my clearly superior skills." He placed his hand on Master Kenobi's shoulder who seemed incredibly annoyed.

"That," He pointed at the broken light, which now left a section of darkness in the room. It wasn't to the point to where we couldn't see, but it did cast a shadow over them, "Is vandalism."

Master Skywalker rolled his eyes, "That is vandalism," He mocked him as he removed his hand from his shoulder and retracted his blue lightsaber before putting it away, "I'll fix it tomorrow, it'll only take five minutes of my time."

"I have a feeling you may not actually have the time," Master Kenobi said, his eyes now on Ahsoka and I, and he was smiling knowingly.

"What do you-" My Master paused when his gaze landed on us, finally acknowledging our presence. His gaze shifted between us both, although his eyes lingered on mine just a bit longer.

"Hello there," Matser Kenobi addressed us with a wave, "I didn't hear you two come in, I do hope you weren't standing there for too long."

Ahsoka tugged on my arm to pull me closer, her smiling resembling her Master's, "No we just got here and we didn't want to interrupt. I'm Ahsoka Tano and this here is (y/n) (y/l/n)." She introduced us and I gave her a subtle side-eye, being slightly annoyed that she didn't allow me to introduce myself. But I understand she's just trying to make this as easy for me as possible.

Master Kenobi was the first one to raise his hand to shake ours individually, "It's nice to meet you two, I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this here is Anakin Skywalker, but I'm sure you two know who we are already." He chuckled.

Both of us nodded, "It's nice to meet you both," I said politely with short bow of respect, my gaze shifting between both of them, and I noticed that Master Skywalker has yet to stop looking at me. And it wasn't in a checking out way or anything mildly flirtatious, it was as if he was studying me or sensing something — which is most likely my grief that was clung to me like a parasite.

And oddly, I felt something similar from him as well.

"We're excited to be training with you, we know you both have so much knowledge and we're looking forward to learning from the best." Ahsoka added, causing Master Kenobi's smile to widen. It seems those two are going to be a perfect match. Both of them seem genuinely happy for this right now

Finally, Master Skywalker's eyes snapped away from me and to her with a look of utter confusion spread across his features, "I'm sorry, what?" He questioned in surprise, like he had no idea we were coming today.

Wait, he does know he's gaining me as his padawan doesn't he?

Master Kenobi gave him a sheepish grin, "Well, I might have forgotten to mention that I requested to get a new padawan," He folded his arms and awkwardly cleared his throat. Both Ahsoka and I to momentarily glanced at each other with surprised expressions when we realized Skywalker had been kept in the dark. Then we looked back to our Master's, "I also may have put in a request for you too so that one is yours." He pointed at me.

I held my hand out nervously to Master Skywalker; his gaze slowly shifting back to me after Master Kenobi's revelation, "I'm (y/n) and it's great to finally meet you, I've heard a lot about you." Now I felt like I was kissing ass, but I was starting to worry that this surprise being sprung on him was going to be taken negatively.

He didn't accept my hand, but instead his face twisted into one of annoyance, "You can't be serious," He looked away from and back to Kenobi. I retracted my hand in embarrassment and Ahsoka squeezed my arm for comfort, clearly sensing my unease, "You want to bring children into a war zone, have you and the council lost your minds?" He snapped, and I was suddenly regretting this match-up.

Amazing? More like impolite and condescending.

Ahsoka already seemed like she was ready to take a shot at him, but I spoke first. He said something that I felt needed to be cleared up, "Excuse me Master, but I'm not a child."

His eyes were now back on me and he raised his brows, "You're a padawan, that makes you a child."

I scoffed, "It certainly does not, children are younglings," I argued with him, removing my arm from Ahsoka's hold to cross them over my chest, "And I'm already eighteen, and from what I hear you're only twenty-two, so you are not that much older than me."

"But I am far more wise and skilled." He eyed me up and down slowly, "You however seem like the kind to cry over a simple scrape on the knee."

Ahsoka and Master Kenobi said nothing, both watching us and curiously trying to see where it was going.

His words did irritate me though. He doesn't know who I am or what I've gone through. It was I who carried Master Ti's body on my back while I had a broken leg through a mine, just so I could make sure she had a proper burial that wasn't a mining shaft filled with creatures you only believe live in nightmares.

"I can assure you, Master, I'm a lot tougher than I look." Now it was me who eyed him up and down, the same way he did me. If I'm going to receive sass, then I will be sassing him right back. It's one of the things Master Ti said she loved the most about me; I can be shy and respectful, but I'm also not afraid to speak my mind or defend myself.

He snorted with a slight eye roll as he took a few steps back, "Okay Padawan," He spat the title like it was inferior to him as he grabbed his lightsaber from his belt, "Come here and show me how tough you are and just maybe," He ignited his blade and the blue blended with his eyes, "I won't hand you back over to the council of morons."

"Anakin," Master Kenobi scolded him for his comment, stepping towards him with a disapproving glare, "The decision is final, you can't return her like she's a package delivery."

Before either could speak — I grabbed my lightsaber and turned mine on as well, the color reflecting off my facial features, "If we both agree to it, it is possible." And I'll go back to being the Matser-less padawan for another day...

Which is not something I want, but I'd rather be alone than unwanted.

(Vote, what color would you like your lightsaber to be? The color with the most comments is what it'll be. And please, keep it real to Star Wars as in no hot pink or anything extravagant.)

Master Skywalker stood in a stance; his eyes piercing into mine as if he was looking right at my soul. Then, he raised his gloved hand and gestured for me to advance.

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