(A/N) Ok so this takes place over the course of the wrong jedi arc, the first part is right before the mission where Anakin crashes his speeder, the second is when they're searching for evidence, the third is when she's in the cell, the fourth is when she gets knocked out (yes I know you don't dream when you get knocked out but this is a force vision fight me).

All Ahsoka could see was black. Then, white and red. Where was she? A mechanical breathing filled her ears. She could feel herself jumping, slashing at an unknown enemy, but she had no control over her own body. A body that felt taller, sturdier. Foreign.

She felt the ground hit her feet, and suddenly reality crashed down around her. She could sense the darkness all around her in the force. It was like hot air; filling her lungs and making her choke. She could see the glow of her lightsabers but was confused by the fact that they were a pure, dazzling white.

She felt herself move, start to stand. She felt a sense of urgency as her eyes locked on to a young boy, about her age, who seemed to be motioning to her to come.

"Ahsoka!" She heard him yell. "Come on, we've got to get out of here!" But as she was about to run to him, her entire body froze.

"Ahsoka."

Even though it sounded mechanical and distorted, Ahsoka would recognize that voice anywhere. What was going on? Where was she? She felt her eyes widen and her head turn, and her eyes rested upon a dark figure.

He was kneeled on the ground, his head slightly to the side. She could feel darkness radiating off him in the force. A sith. He was dressed in all black, and his menacing helmet seemed to be damaged. Did she do that?

"Ahsoka." The sith turned his head and looked her dead in the eye.

No. Please don't let it be true. She heard herself think. A pit of dread formed in her stomach. But it was undeniable. The yellow eyes— the sith eyes— were those of her master, Anakin skywalker.

Her mouth moved without her control. "Anakin!" She breathed, getting to her feet as the man in front of her did the same. "I won't leave you," She said. "Not this time." She could feel the silence in the air, as heavy as a blaster cannon and twice as deafening.

"Then you will die."

Ahsoka awoke with a start, gasping as she sat up, looking around frantically.

"Hey, hey, Ahsoka." Anakin grabbed her shoulder. Her wild eyes locked with her master's and she tried to calm her heaving chest. "It's ok, it was just a nightmare."

She stared at him. It was all too easy to remember those same eyes looking at her with hate; to see them reflect the glow of a red lightsaber. She blinked hard, breathing in and out slowly.

"You ok, Snips?" She opened her eyes and stared at her lap, reminding herself that it wasn't real; that Anakin was not and never would be a sith.

"Yeah." She choked out. "I'm ok." She met his concerned gaze and managed a small smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Anakin asked.

"No, I think that would make it worse." She admitted.

"Ok." Anakin paused. "You know, I'm always here if you change your mind." Ahsoka nodded. He squeezed her shoulder and stood up from his kneeled position at her bunk. "Try to go back to sleep. We reach Cato Neimoidia in an hour."

"I'll try." Ahsoka thought about doing a poor imitation of Yoda, but found herself unable to muster up the energy. Instead she simply said "Thank you, master".

Anakin smiled at her. A true, genuine smile. A smile that filled his eyes with so much affection that Ahsoka knew she was worrying about nothing. How could a man who cared so much for others ever stray from the light?

-time skip because there's no way I'm about to rewrite the entire wrong jedi arc-

Red. White. The pounding of her heart as she leapt and slashed and fell. She was back here again. She tried to wake up, but she had no control at all. All she could do was watch as the scene played out in front of her.

"Ahsoka." She turned. "Ahsoka."

"Anakin." Why was she back here? "I won't leave you. Not this time." What did that mean? Ahsoka felt a sickening dread. This time, she wasn't sure if it was from her real self or her dream self. Ahsoka stared into the yellow eyes of her master as he ignited his lightsaber.

"Then you will die."

"Ahsoka!" The boy called. She turned as he began to run towards her. She reached out her hand and pushed him back with the force. She heard the mechanical breathing behind her, and she felt herself snap into action, blocking the incoming attack.

The boy was yelling at her, but it was too late. Giant metal doors fell into place, trapping her with Anakin. Could she even call this man Anakin? Her master was kind and good, not a sith.

Their sabers clashed again and again, and she was slightly impressed with her own skill. But what really bothered her was how much this man fought like Anakin. He was too stiff, too mechanical, but it was impossible to overlook the raw skill behind every blow. She spun and dodged, flipping over the sith as he aimed an attack at her legs.

"Anakin!" She yelled. "I know that there is still good inside of you!" The sith growled, his eyes filling with rage. "Please," She said, "Come back to the light. I need you." She ducked as he aimed a viscious blow for her head.

"You!" He roared, his voice dripping with malice. "You abandoned me!"

"I did what I had to do." Ahsoka said softly. What were they talking about? "You would have done the same."

"I needed you!" He growled. He swung down, and she raised her lightsabers to block.

"I know, Anakin. I'm so sorry." She said, her voice heavy. She blinked her eyes as tears began to form, reflecting the glow of their crossed sabers.

"I would never have left you alone." The sith told her, pushing harder.

"You did!" Ahsoka yelled, feeling anger well up in her chest. She broke away, leaping to the left and swinging at his side. "You left me alone for 16 years!" In that moment, Ahsoka thought that she saw something in his eyes. There was anger and hate. That was a given when you looked into the eyes of a sith. However, there was something else. Regret. And she felt something akin to hope. Maybe he wasn't all the way gone. Maybe she could still bring him back.

"Anakin, look at me. I-" But she was cut short. She felt herself being raised upwards, and she began clawing at her throat as she felt her airway close. Her lightsabers dropped from her hands.

She heard the buzzing of energy behind her, and although Ahsoka was confused, her dream self knew exactly what it was. It became clear to Ahsoka that in a matter of moments, she was going to die.

"Ana- kin!" She choked out, clawing at her throat. With every passing second, the pressure in her head increased until she could barely take it anymore. "I- I for-give yo-u." She managed. And once again, she was staring into her master's eyes. They were filled with regret.

And then he was squeezing his eyes shut and turning his head away. Ahsoka felt herself being flung backwards. White hot pain erupted throughout her body, and she let out a scream as the darkness overtook her.

Ahsoka gasped, leaping to her feet and stumbling out of her bed. She looked around, gauging her surroundings. She was in her room at the temple. Her sheets were kicked to the bottom of her bed, and she was dripping with sweat. She stumbled past the living area in their shared apartment and into her master's room. His bed was empty.

She wasn't surprised. It was just like her master to sneak out at night and see Senator Amidala, even in the middle of a terrorism investigation.

She gripped the frame of his door and reached out to the force, willing it to calm her mind. When she had collected herself, she dragged her weary body back into the living area, grabbing her holo pad and resigning herself to looking over the footage of the temple bombing. There was no way she was going back to sleep tonight.

-time skip-

Ahsoka yelled, her heart pounding as she leaped to her feet. She grabbed at her hip for her lightsaber, but found that it was missing. She took in the small, lonely cell that she was entrapped in.

She wanted nothing more than for her master to put a comforting hand on her shoulder and tell her that everything was going to be alright. But he wasn't there.

You abandoned me!

The words rang in her ears.

I won't leave you. Not this time.

Ahsoka sat down hard on the cold metal floor. She drew her knees up and rested her head on them, staring at the floor between her legs as she let out a controlled breath.

She tried to ignore the memories of her nightmare, but the image of her master with a sith lightsaber was burned into the back of her eyelids.

Everytime she closed her eyes, she saw red.

-time skip-

She screamed, raw noise of pure terror. In an instant, Anakin was at her side.

"Ahsoka, It's ok." She stared down, refusing to meet his eyes. She called upon the force, letting the ever present waves of light wash over her.

"Is it the same one?" Anakin asked her.

"Yeah." Ahsoka said.

I needed you!

You abandoned me!

Ahsoka was becoming increasingly concerned that her recurring dream was a force vision. When you were a Jedi, especially one that was strong in the living force, such nightmares were never good news.

The memories of the past 24 hours shook Ahsoka from her thoughts. She looked around the room quickly, taking in her surroundings. There were temple guards stationed around the room, and there was only one exit. If Anakin were to help her, she would be able to escape, but there was no way that she could take both him and the guards. Besides, it made no sense to run anymore. Ahsoka was certain that that would only make things a million times worse.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"830 hours. The council will likely call us soon."

"I didn't do it, Anakin, you have to believe me." Ahsoka realized that she hadn't addressed him with the title of master. She wasn't sure whether it was because of her current position of her nightmares. Anakin stood and began pacing.

"I do believe you, Snips. We just have to find a way to make everybody else believe you, too." Ahsoka fell silent. She couldn't help but feel that her situation was somewhat of a lost cause. She stared at a tiny imperfection on the floor, watching as Anakin walked over it again and again.

She didn't know what to do.

-time skip-

"Back into the order, you may come." Ahsoka looked down at master Yoda, her arms crossed. She bit the inside of her lip.

"They're asking you back, ahsoka. I'm asking you back." Anakin produced her padawan braid and held it out to her.

She uncrossed her arms as she stared at the beads in his hand. Ahsoka remembered the first time that she had worn them. She had been so bright eyed and proud. What she wouldn't give to be that person again.

She glanced up at him. There was so much hope and love there that it hurt. She looked back down. She didn't know what to say, so she said the truth.

"I don't know what to do." It was barely a whisper. "If this order doesn't trust me, how can I trust myself?" She looked back up at Anakin. There was a look of shock and realization across his familiar features.

And something else. Regret.

And for a moment, she was back in that temple, and he was turning his head away from her as he sent her flying backwards.

You abandoned me.

I needed you.

Her breath hitched.

I won't leave you. Not this time.

Ahsoka reached out slowly, her hand trembling.

Then you will die.

She looked up into his eyes. A part of her— a treacherous part of her— half expected them to be the yellow, angry, sith eyes that haunted her. But they were not. They were the blue eyes of Anakin Skywalker. Her best friend. Her Master. Her brother. And they were filled with fear.

She closed the distance between her hand and his and took the padawan braid. She clutched it like a lifeline. Relief washed over Anakin's features, and without hesitation he swept her into a hug. He had hugged her many times before, but never had it been filled with so much desperation, like he was afraid that she would slip away.

The force hummed contently around them. Ahsoka breathed into Anakin's chest, smelling pine wood and oil. It smelled like home.

I forgive you.

She did. And she knew deep down that Anakin forgave her, too.