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Title: In Our Dreams We Go Back
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Ahsoka/Sabine
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ahsoka gets knocked down by a time traveling Sabine Wren.
A/N: Written for ambiguously for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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In Our Dreams We Go Back:
Ahsoka lands on her back, hard. She yelps. There’s a blaster pointing at her and a lightsaber held near her chin. She nearly Force throws the Mandalorian woman who knocked her down, but then she feels the woman’s shock and hesitation. There’s a moment where she almost expects to hear Rex defend her, but she’s not a Jedi anymore. Ahsoka pauses. There’s no warning of danger from the Force, only a feeling of anticipation. Ahsoka stills.
“Ahsoka?” the woman asks, voice wavering. She turns the lightsaber off, lowers her blaster. “You’re young.”
“Young?” That statement doesn’t make any sense.
“Younger than the last time I saw you,” the woman clarifies. Her head tilts, but then she lifts herself off Ahsoka in one smooth motion, holters her blaster and clips the lightsaber to her belt, before she offers Ahsoka a hand.
Ahsoka frowns at her as she gets to her feet, not taking the offered hand. “If you know me, then why attack me?”
“You died,” she explains. Then she looks around. “Where are we?”
Ahsoka frowns, glancing around the familiar busy street on Coruscant. She almost asks where the woman is trying to get to, but she doesn’t know this woman. She’s just been almost attacked. “Who are you? Where did you get a lightsaber, you’re no Jedi.”
Alarm flares through the woman and she grabs Ahsoka’s wrist and drags her into the nearest alcove. She glances around. “This is a busy street.”
“That you attacked me in,” Ahoska reminds.
“No, I...one moment I was checking out the temple ruins on Lothal, the next I was here and you were walking past and you looked so much like Ahsoka that I had to catch up with you because I don’t know what just happened!”
Ahsoka can get out of the woman’s grip easily, but instead she turns her wrist and grasps the woman’s arms. “Who are you?”
With her free hand the woman takes off her helmet, holding it under one arm as she frowns at Ahsoka. She’s beautiful, with short cropped purple hair and curious brown eyes. “You really don’t know me.”
Her eyes dart over Ahsoka’s face, studying quietly
“Where did you get the lightsaber?” Ahsoka asks again.
“It was my father’s.” It’s not a lie, but there’s a complication there. There’s confusion on her face.
“That’s not the whole truth,” Ahsoka accuses.
“Adoptive father, not biological father,” she explains as she turns their wrists so she can look at Ahsoka’s comm. Her eyes widen as she takes in information there. The woman is suddenly full of shock and awe. She wets her lips. “Is the date on your comm right?”
“What? Of course it’s right. You’re going to have to turn the lightsaber in and let…”
The woman squeezes Ahsoka’s wrist and shakes her head, grinning suddenly. “It’s not even Empire day yet! We can change everything! We can...did...did Umbara happen yet? Rex still has nightmares about Umbara. Is...Are you still a Jedi?”
“I’m not,” Ahsoka says. She’ll have to take this woman to the temple, at least to turn the lightsaber in, but Ahsoka isn’t sure what to make of her words. “How do you know Rex? How do you even know who I am?”
The woman is sincere, hopeful. Then she stills. “If we change things then…”
The woman closes her eyes, suddenly all sadness and hesitation.
“Focus,” Ahsoka tells her. “One thing at a time. What’s your name?”
“Sabine. I’m Sabine Wren.”
Ahsoka frowns. Why is her family name familiar?
“You don’t know me yet. I time traveled somehow. I’m not even supposed to be a year old yet.”
“Time travel,” Ahsoka repeats. Sabine believes this. “What proof do you have?”
Sabine touches the lightsaber. “This was K...Caleb Dume, this is his lightsaber, but he should also still have his.”
“I don’t know him,” Ahsoka says.
“He’s Master Bilaba’s padawan. He should be young,” she says, then she shakes her head. “This is so weird. I don’t know what to think about people who won’t exist if we change things, but the people we can save, that’s significant.”
Sabine’s sad, but full of resolve. Ahsoka takes in the determined look on Sabine’s face and resists the urge to touch her. For a moment Ahsoka isn’t sure what to do. She knows Master Obi-Wan would encourage her to slow down, to get the whole story from Sabine and then decide on what actions are appropriate after she has the whole picture. Anakin would react.
She’s not a Jedi anymore. She’s still hurt and confused that they could believe she would hurt people intentionally. She still doesn’t understand how Barriss could fall. She thought they were friends, why didn’t Barriss try to talk to her? Sure, they’re all busy fighting a war, but surely Barriss knew she could come to Ahsoka for support? She’s trying to work through her anger, her confusion, about what happened, but she's also mourning the loss of her friends and family. She’s lost her ability to trust them and she’s not sure how to process that yet.
If she still trusted them she’d already be taking Sabine to the temple, but instead they’re standing here on a Corustani street with Ahsoka full of indecision. She takes a deep breath. They’re not in immediate danger, not yet anyway. Ahsoka wets her lips as she thinks.
“Let's get some food,” Ahsoka ventures slowly. “We can sit down and you can tell me about the future you're from, we can get the events that need to be brought up figured out and then figure out who to go to with the information.”
If Anakin had information he didn’t feel he could bring to Master Kenobi, then he’d probably take it to Senator Amidala or Chancellor Palpatine. Master Kenobi would likely talk to Senator Organa. Can she still talk to Riyo? Would Riyo be able to help? No, that doesn’t feel like the correct way forward. Ahsoka frowns. Who would know the right questions to ask?
“Food?” Sabine repeats. “You want to stop and eat?”
“I want us to make a timeline with your knowledge so we can decide how best to move forward, who it would be best to contact. I’ll ask Master Sinube to meet us. I believe he would and he’d be able to help us decide how to move forward.”
“Master Sinube?”
“He’s a Jedi.”
Sabine nods, then shifts her wrist so that they’re now holding hands. Why hadn’t she ever let go of Sabine’s wrist? Sabine squeezes her hand and grins at her. Ahsoka grins back.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Ahsoka/Sabine
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ahsoka gets knocked down by a time traveling Sabine Wren.
A/N: Written for ambiguously for the
rarepairsexchange.In Our Dreams We Go Back:
Ahsoka lands on her back, hard. She yelps. There’s a blaster pointing at her and a lightsaber held near her chin. She nearly Force throws the Mandalorian woman who knocked her down, but then she feels the woman’s shock and hesitation. There’s a moment where she almost expects to hear Rex defend her, but she’s not a Jedi anymore. Ahsoka pauses. There’s no warning of danger from the Force, only a feeling of anticipation. Ahsoka stills.
“Ahsoka?” the woman asks, voice wavering. She turns the lightsaber off, lowers her blaster. “You’re young.”
“Young?” That statement doesn’t make any sense.
“Younger than the last time I saw you,” the woman clarifies. Her head tilts, but then she lifts herself off Ahsoka in one smooth motion, holters her blaster and clips the lightsaber to her belt, before she offers Ahsoka a hand.
Ahsoka frowns at her as she gets to her feet, not taking the offered hand. “If you know me, then why attack me?”
“You died,” she explains. Then she looks around. “Where are we?”
Ahsoka frowns, glancing around the familiar busy street on Coruscant. She almost asks where the woman is trying to get to, but she doesn’t know this woman. She’s just been almost attacked. “Who are you? Where did you get a lightsaber, you’re no Jedi.”
Alarm flares through the woman and she grabs Ahsoka’s wrist and drags her into the nearest alcove. She glances around. “This is a busy street.”
“That you attacked me in,” Ahoska reminds.
“No, I...one moment I was checking out the temple ruins on Lothal, the next I was here and you were walking past and you looked so much like Ahsoka that I had to catch up with you because I don’t know what just happened!”
Ahsoka can get out of the woman’s grip easily, but instead she turns her wrist and grasps the woman’s arms. “Who are you?”
With her free hand the woman takes off her helmet, holding it under one arm as she frowns at Ahsoka. She’s beautiful, with short cropped purple hair and curious brown eyes. “You really don’t know me.”
Her eyes dart over Ahsoka’s face, studying quietly
“Where did you get the lightsaber?” Ahsoka asks again.
“It was my father’s.” It’s not a lie, but there’s a complication there. There’s confusion on her face.
“That’s not the whole truth,” Ahsoka accuses.
“Adoptive father, not biological father,” she explains as she turns their wrists so she can look at Ahsoka’s comm. Her eyes widen as she takes in information there. The woman is suddenly full of shock and awe. She wets her lips. “Is the date on your comm right?”
“What? Of course it’s right. You’re going to have to turn the lightsaber in and let…”
The woman squeezes Ahsoka’s wrist and shakes her head, grinning suddenly. “It’s not even Empire day yet! We can change everything! We can...did...did Umbara happen yet? Rex still has nightmares about Umbara. Is...Are you still a Jedi?”
“I’m not,” Ahsoka says. She’ll have to take this woman to the temple, at least to turn the lightsaber in, but Ahsoka isn’t sure what to make of her words. “How do you know Rex? How do you even know who I am?”
The woman is sincere, hopeful. Then she stills. “If we change things then…”
The woman closes her eyes, suddenly all sadness and hesitation.
“Focus,” Ahsoka tells her. “One thing at a time. What’s your name?”
“Sabine. I’m Sabine Wren.”
Ahsoka frowns. Why is her family name familiar?
“You don’t know me yet. I time traveled somehow. I’m not even supposed to be a year old yet.”
“Time travel,” Ahsoka repeats. Sabine believes this. “What proof do you have?”
Sabine touches the lightsaber. “This was K...Caleb Dume, this is his lightsaber, but he should also still have his.”
“I don’t know him,” Ahsoka says.
“He’s Master Bilaba’s padawan. He should be young,” she says, then she shakes her head. “This is so weird. I don’t know what to think about people who won’t exist if we change things, but the people we can save, that’s significant.”
Sabine’s sad, but full of resolve. Ahsoka takes in the determined look on Sabine’s face and resists the urge to touch her. For a moment Ahsoka isn’t sure what to do. She knows Master Obi-Wan would encourage her to slow down, to get the whole story from Sabine and then decide on what actions are appropriate after she has the whole picture. Anakin would react.
She’s not a Jedi anymore. She’s still hurt and confused that they could believe she would hurt people intentionally. She still doesn’t understand how Barriss could fall. She thought they were friends, why didn’t Barriss try to talk to her? Sure, they’re all busy fighting a war, but surely Barriss knew she could come to Ahsoka for support? She’s trying to work through her anger, her confusion, about what happened, but she's also mourning the loss of her friends and family. She’s lost her ability to trust them and she’s not sure how to process that yet.
If she still trusted them she’d already be taking Sabine to the temple, but instead they’re standing here on a Corustani street with Ahsoka full of indecision. She takes a deep breath. They’re not in immediate danger, not yet anyway. Ahsoka wets her lips as she thinks.
“Let's get some food,” Ahsoka ventures slowly. “We can sit down and you can tell me about the future you're from, we can get the events that need to be brought up figured out and then figure out who to go to with the information.”
If Anakin had information he didn’t feel he could bring to Master Kenobi, then he’d probably take it to Senator Amidala or Chancellor Palpatine. Master Kenobi would likely talk to Senator Organa. Can she still talk to Riyo? Would Riyo be able to help? No, that doesn’t feel like the correct way forward. Ahsoka frowns. Who would know the right questions to ask?
“Food?” Sabine repeats. “You want to stop and eat?”
“I want us to make a timeline with your knowledge so we can decide how best to move forward, who it would be best to contact. I’ll ask Master Sinube to meet us. I believe he would and he’d be able to help us decide how to move forward.”
“Master Sinube?”
“He’s a Jedi.”
Sabine nods, then shifts her wrist so that they’re now holding hands. Why hadn’t she ever let go of Sabine’s wrist? Sabine squeezes her hand and grins at her. Ahsoka grins back.