Grown up girl

Plot: Ahsoka's eighteen birthday has her thinking all kind of new things… Anakin and Padmé offer to throw her a dinner party, but the young girl wishes to discuss all the new feelings and sensations she's experimenting on her way to leave girlhood behind to become a woman.

Disclaimer *I don't own Star Wars*


In their Coruscant apartment, Anakin and Padmé are finally taking a break from the long day they had experienced.

Having spent all day getting the food and decoration ready, there hadn't really been a moment when they could sit down or even give a little kiss; but they didn't mind-mostly. They were excited for Ahsoka, and they had promised to take care of everything.

"Padmé, sit down here with me for a moment," Anakin said after seeing his wife run back to the kitchen.

"Wait, darling," she cried from the kitchen door. "Let me just check the dessert. It has to be perfect, is Ahsoka's favorite, you know."

"I know, darling. But you have to chill."

"What time is it?"

"Almost six o'clock."

"Oh, I will have to get ready soon."

"I think you're looking pretty good already," Anakin said, flirting.

He walked to her and made her go to sit with him on the living room.

Finally they shared a few embraces. Then, Anakin rested his head on Padmé's lap, while she stroke his golden hair, lovingly.

"Can you believe she's turning eighteen?" Anakin asked, bewilderment showing on his handsome face.

"Crazy, isn't it? It seems like it was yesterday she was a rebellious Padawan."

"She's still that, you know."

They laughed.

"Do you think it'll be long for her to be knighted?"

"I feel like she's more than ready, but the Council…"

He stopped talking, Padmé could tell by his face that he had no desire of speaking about the Jedi Council, for the moment. And he was right, that was supposed to be a festive day, so all subjects about the Republic, the War, politics, Jedi... were absolutely out of place.

"My lady," a golden protocol droid broke in. "I'm sorry to disturb you..."

"Then don't," Anakin interrupted C-3PO, sarcastically.

"Forgive me, but there's a Jedi here who wants to see senator Amidala…"

"What? Who?" Anakin interrupted him again. "Is it Ahsoka? She's not supposed to be here already! The place isn't finished!"

"No, it's not padawan Ahsoka," C-3PO said. "It is master Kenobi."

Anakin gasped.

Oh, shit! He thought.

"Tell him to wait a moment," Padmé said calmly. "Anakin, maybe you should wait in the bedroom…"

"No," Anakin said. "He can sense my presence, anyway. So it's of no use. Besides, I don't think there's anything odd about me being here. After all, we're just preparing a party for my padawan."

"You're right," she accepted. "Let's go together then. Oh, wait!"


"You have pink lipstick on your lips," she said blushing.

She came closer to him and helped him clean his mouth.

They walked with C-3PO to welcome Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Oh, you're here too?" Obi Wan cried, as he saw Anakin walk next to Padmé. He watched them closely.

"Yeah," the young knight said, nervously. "We're fixing everything for Ahsoka's party."

"Well, I regret to tell you, the party's cancelled."

Anakin threw his arms in the air, angrily.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked between his teeth. "Is it the will of the Council? Can't a teenager enjoy one night of her life? Can't she take a break from her blasted life as a…"

"Anakin!" Padmé cried, with a look in her eyes that seemed to say, 'shut up before you say too much!'

Anakin swallowed, then he apologized.

"Forgive me, master. I'm sure they have a good reason for this."

The Jedi master sighed. "It's not the Council, Anakin. It's Ahsoka."

"What?" Anakin was confused. "Will you just say what's happening?"

"You must be calm, Anakin. I know you've been planning tonight for a really long time. But it was Ahsoka's decision. She doesn't want a party. She just wants to be alone."

"Where is she?"

"She's staying at the temple. And she doesn't want to be disturbed."

"What about all the guests? Does she realize how much thought we've put into this party? Padmé has been gracious enough to let us use her home and the least Ahsoka can do…"

"Anakin, stop. All the guests have been informed. Of course, I've come to apologize to senator Amidala, and to thank her for all the trouble she went through on Ahsoka's behalf—"

"It is Ahsoka who should be here apologizing to Padmé!" Anakin cried.

"Oh, please," Padmé said, softly. "Do not worry about me, I did all for her. If she wants to be alone tonight, then that's her decision Anakin. We must respect her."

"Exactly," Obi-Wan said.

"Well, of course I respect her decision!" Anakin said. "But I have to find out what's wrong!"

"Why do you assume there's something wrong?" Obi-Wan questioned.

"Because I—I know her. I will find out what's going on."

He scratched his head in desperation, and then he turned his back on everyone.

"Where are you going?" Padmé asked.

"To find her. I have to talk to her."

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan and Padmé cried at the same time.

It was of no use. He had gone.

"Don't worry," Obi-Wan said. "I'll go get him. He must respect Ahsoka's wishes." He sighed. "Forgive me again, senator. For both Ahsoka and Anakin."

"They are very similar," she said smiling. "I hope she's alright."

"Don't worry about her. Goodbye, my dear."

"Good bye, Obi-Wan."

The Jedi took a bow and smiled once more. Then he went after Anakin.

Padmé had almost finished cleaning her apartment up.

She sat alone in the dark of her dining room, barely enjoying Ahsoka's favorite dessert.

She felt a little sad, after expecting great company that night, she had to now go to sleep early, and alone.

If only at least Anakin had stayed to keep her company. But like usual, her husband allowed his own feelings get the best of him. Whatever. Who cares if he can be a little selfish or unreasonable? Not Padmé. She loved him too much, and she was longing to be in his arms, hearing his voice, being loved…


What was that?

"Threepio?" she cried upon hearing noises coming from her balcony.

She stood up, and started sweating. That couldn't be Anakin. Someone had broken into her home.

She reached for the pocket of her dress and took her blaster, ready for whoever had dared come into the personal space of a former queen of Naboo.

She walked slowly, watching her step and her every corner.

When she finally reached her balcony, it was deserted.

"Hmm," she mumbled. "I guess it's just my imagination."

She turned around to enter her living room and a sudden face appeared, hardly a few inches away from her own face.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, in fear and surprise. "Oh! Force, Ahsoka! Why do you sneak in like that?"

"I'm sorry!" Ahsoka cried. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Then why did you come in like that? Why didn't you use the door?"

"I wanted to make sure you were alone… You are alone, right?"

Padmé still looked red from the shock she had experienced. She straight up turned into a tomato after hearing Ahsoka's question.

"Of course I'm alone!" Padmé cried. "Who could be here with me?"

Ahsoka lowered her gaze. "No one of course… I just… I want to talk to you."

"Of course, Ahsoka," Padmé now softened her tone. And she smiled and put a hand on Ahsoka's shoulder. "Anything you want, honey."

"Okay," the birthday girl sighed.

They walked to the dining room and Padmé served Ahsoka the dinner she had prepared for her, and of course, her favorite dessert. As she set the table, Padmé noticed for the first time, Ahsoka's strange eyes. They looked different. There was a quality to them that Padmé had never seen in them before. Could it be… maturity? Perhaps, but it seemed like so much more. Of course, Padmé wouldn't say anything about it to Ahsoka. She would only listen. Yet Ahsoka didn't seem to be so much in a mood for speaking.