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I'm horrible and gross and left this account out in the rain for 7+ months, but I'd like to start up again with it soon. I miss Annie.

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Working with Bane was like pulling teeth, but he'd expected that. He'd expected all of the sass, but not quite so much the difficulty. Of course, every Bounty Hunter he'd dealt with (and there had been more than a few) had jumped at the mention of credits. Practically frothed at the mouth once he'd payed up.

He should have figured him different. Bored with mere money he probably had his fill and various vaults and strongholds throughout the galaxy. Bane was ugly. Bane was mean. But more than anything, Bane was smart.

He hadn't expected a call back. Not for days even. Despite having to deal with Sith and uprisings, what he'd asked of Obi was no small favor.

"I need you to find someone", he stayed standing, "Not kill. Not catch. Find."

The mercenary led Skywalker to the motel he was staying in for the time being. It was one of the nicer ones; even he indulged in a minute scale of luxury once in a while. He had paid for the room in cash, so as not to be tracked via direct account transfers, and had (at first) jokingly used the name of Banu Hydia as the registered name for the room. The front desk clerk had, to his surprise, unblinkingly accepted the name and checked him in. Another shred of faith lost in the average Galactic intelligence level.

He was hoping the Jedi would have gotten a call back before they made it this far, but he should have expected it would take longer than that. This was an incredibly delicate matter, after all. A very important decision not just for Skywalker’s allies, but for the Republic as well. To let a criminal of his calibre run free was certainly not a matter to idly trifle with.

He slid into the chair at the desk on the other side of the room, kicking his feet up onto the writing surface. “So, what can I do for you, Master Jedi?” he asked pleasantly.

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She seemed preoccupied. Of course, everyone in this port probably had some sort of bounty on their head. Relaxation was a luxury, not a right, "Apologies for interrupting your drink, then", he eyed her sabre, arms folded under long and dark sleeves as he made a move to leave her but stopped short, "Don't mean pry, but...the Order...", he no longer looked the part. She wouldn't share, "Is there good word?"

It had been in shambles the day he'd left.

"I see..." She said quietly, trying to ignore the voice of the sith lord that only she could hear. She noticed how the one before her was obviously a fighter, something to keep in mind. "Sorry, but I don't think I can help you there. I'm a bit lost as well.."

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He wanted to run. To the space port. To a ship as sturdy and sure as he could afford. Back to the temple and warmth and familiarity. It hadn't been long enough for all of that default to turn into a past. Too ingrained. Too heavy. Her presence had  brought him back to all of it in less time than it had taken to leave.

That wasn't his life anymore. It couldn't be. Not with the way he'd been turned on his head. Held to the light and forced to squint through it's glare. The order was fluorescents. False and feigned and slipping down a slope he'd escaped just in time. Life outside was sunlight, ironically enough. Dark and dirtier, but a grey life instead of black and white.

His cheek ghosted her lekku, enough to feel the a phantom pulse, and he eased up, still altogether unwilling to let go of the red flesh of the top of her arms.

"What? No Sky Guy?"

He'd never thought he'd have missed it.

Ahsoka pulled her hands to her chest shocked in his embrace. She’d thought for sure he’d scorn her for leaving him like that -or treat her like the child she was.

Instead, she found herself locked in his warm, tight embrace. Letting herself relax just a bit she molded herself into his hug her arms wrapping themselves around his back. She’d missed him more then she could scarcely think.

And yet her she was, feeling like a lost daughter as her ‘father’ embraced her. As if she had been gone for more then eight months. As if it had been years.

Blinking fiercely as she tried not to cry, Ahsoka muffled a reply into his shoulder finally glad she had found him.

“Hello Anakin” 

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Popping in tomorrow to get a bit done. Thanks for being patient with me folks.

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Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

Submitted by theblahblahblah.

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Was this all worth it? Straining ties and funds and hours? He knew the answer, but felt unclipped and hinged and beside himself not asking. Ahsoka was worth his fortune. His sabre. His remaining hand if that was what it took.

He nodded curtly, too long bangs falling into hard eyes with a sweeping chop and following weedy blue suit. Cad Bane was a hard man to please. He was sure nothing short of every credit in the galaxy minus a beggars pittance would fully satisfy him.

He willed his lip not to curl, knuckles white under black gloves. His fingers might as well have been filed down bone the way they pierced and hit through layers.

"Fine", back into the gutter you crawled out of.

Bane stared at the offering laid upon the table with a scowl. “It’s not a pardon,” he observed flatly, “but I suppose it’s a start.” He took the bond as he stood up, motioning for Anakin to follow him. He’d been sitting in one place too long as is.

“I’ll accept this until we get a reply. We can talk business while we wait.” He paused abruptly at the threshold of the building’s exit, turning to the Jedi sharply. “But if I hear any hint of a no, the deal’s off and I’m gone,” he declared, prodding Anakin in the chest harshly. “Got it?”

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His hand flew to a hilt he hadn't yet become used to missing. Feet rooted and stance wide, training and instinct taking over memory and new life. It was all far too engrained into him to ever leave.

"Call me lost", as uncomfortable as he was sharing his last name, the first held half as much weight anywhere and still more than enough to land him in some sort of trouble, "Sorry to startle you."

You didn't see very many sabre's that shade.

Celeste jumped at the voice, having been in the midst of induring a rant from the sith lord she was stuck with. She drew her lightsaber, stopping only when she realized the one before her was not attacking.

"Sorry." She said, placing her lightsaber where it belonged. "Who..are you?"

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Coruscant's belly was an eyeful, he'd give her that. A map would have only marred and muddied any sense the rusted and bullet chewed street signs offered. You either knew left from up and right from down or you were lost. Plain and simple.

He knew. He'd chased enough fugitives and scum through these dirty veins to, but her demeanour left him feeling less than charitable.

"Why head topside now? A few more days and you'll be positively translucent."

"Such a shame." She said sarcasticly. To be honest, she couldn't care less about the brat. She had more pressing matters to deal with. "Well then, Skywalker..You wouldn't happen to know how to get out of here, would you?"

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jedilostintime started following you

He was lost. Wholly, utterly and embarrassingly lost. He'd hardly set foot in this system so there was no one to blame but this cities complete disregard for proper signage. Hide nor hair of common tongue in earshot. All breathy brogue and off world dialects he was sure he only knew hello's, good-bye's, thank you's and jedi in. None of them helped him now. Not anymore at least.

Traders. Pock-marked and pot-bellied. Chewing tobacco teeth and perma-drunk.

As charming as they all were, a woman, dark haired and keeping to her own, seemed the obvious go-to if only for the fact that she was pretty and didn't smell of a cargo hold.

"Excuse me, Miss."

He knew better than to judge anything by it's cover but he didn't have the luxury of choice.

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do you ship anisoka?

Only platonically, I’m afraid, but I’m open to any and all ships.

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Obi-Wan hadn't been happy, but he'd expected that. Still, he hadn't returned him an outright no. More along the lines of the same answer he'd given Bane. Padme had been more hassle to reach since republic unrest and retreat to Naboo and he would have loved to have wasted time on how are you holding up's and I miss you's that he could not will past the back of his teeth.

She hadn't asked questions. Merely acted. Every bit the senator and diplomat.

"Here", he shoved the cream coloured bond across the table with little patience. An obscene amount of credits Padme hadn't batted an eye at. No price too high for a loved one lost, "This will have to hold you over until I get word back."

He only hoped it was sweet enough to seal a deal.

Bane reclined further in his chair as he watched the anger and frustration flash across Skywalker’s face. He had little reason to be afraid of the Jedi acting upon such feelings, though; after all, the human wanted his cooperation. And all he wanted was fair compensation.

“Make it quick,” he suggested, as he removed the pick from his mouth and examined it boredly, “and I might still be here when you’re done.”