Carter leaned against the back of his pilot's seat and tilted his head backwards to make eye contact with Ahsoka. "Well," he said," We've got a good hour in hyperspace here, what do you want to do?"

"Hmm…" she said. "I spy with my little eye… something blue."

"Hyperspace," he said.

"Good."

"Uh, okay, I spy with my little eye something blue."

"Hyperspace?"

"Yup."

"I spy with my little eye something black."

"My hair."

"You got it, Flyboy."

"I spy with my little eye something orange."

"Me."

"Yeah."

Ahsoka sighed. "Okay, this is boring." She put her arms on the top of Carter's seat and rested her head on them. Carter turned his head to face her, their faces just inches apart. "Wanna talk?" she said.

"About what?" he asked. Ahsoka's heart pounded against her chest when she felt his cool breath on her skin.

"I… um… I don't know," she stuttered.

"Why'd you call me Flyboy earlier?" he asked.

"You needed a nickname," she said. "Flyboy suits you. You like to pilot, don't you?"

"I love it," he said. "But why did you have to give me a nickname?"

Ahsoka shrugged. "I don't know. It's just what I do."

"Oh," he said. "That explains it."

"What do you think of your master?" She asked after some time.

"Why do you want to know?"

"It's a conversation starter, now tell me."

'He's, um.. pretty cool. He sees the Jedi Code the way I see it. His best friend in the Jedi Order is Mallie Dru. He met her on… I think we were on Tralus. Yeah, we went to provide reinforcement for her clones there. I don't know. Anyways they hit it off as friends pretty early. They see each other all the time now."

"Does it have any effect on your training?"

"Nah, I don't think so. They usually hang out on my off time. She knows me pretty well though. He spends most of his time with me. Like the father I never had, you know?"

Ahsoka nodded. "Master Skywalker's like an older brother to me."

"Aside from calling him Master and following his orders into near death situations, I can see that."

Ahsoka laughed. "Near death situations make up most of a Jedi's life. Best to get started now."

"Ain't that the truth?" Carter said. "Ever fought a dark Jedi?"

"I've held my own against one, but I've never defeated one."

"Hey, In my eyes, it's better if you hold your own than get killed. Who was it?"

"Asajj Ventress."

Carter's eyes widened. "Ventress? You've gotta be kidding me!! And you didn't die?"

"Obviously. Do you wish I had or something?"

"Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. I just-"

Carter put a finger to her lips. "Don't answer that. Just listen to me for a second." His green eyes pierced through her sapphire ones, completely serious. "There will never be a time when I wish you were gone from this galaxy. You hear me? Never. Even if you fell into the deepest recesses of the dark side, I would not want you dead. Perhaps I would want you to return to the light, but never die. If this has anything to do with you frying me the day we met, I forgive you. It wasn't your fault."

Ahsoka  shook her head. "This doesn't have anything to do with that, but for the record, it was my fault." She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to expose his muscular chest. She ignored the pounding of her heart and pointed to a darkened mark on his skin. "The scar's there to prove it."

Carter tugged his shirt back down. "The scar proves nothing. You didn't know. For all we know, if we do have to pin the blame on someone, which we don’t, it could be my fault for not keeping my defenses up."

"Look, Carter. That was in the past, I don't even want to talk about it."

"I… I'm sorry for bringing it up, Ahsoka."

"It's fine. How much longer will it be till we get to Coruscant?"

Carter looked at his chrono. "Well, we managed to kill fifteen minutes."

Ahsoka groaned. "I don't know how much longer I can take this little space."

"Oh, well, I guess we won't get attacked in hyperspace," Carter said, unfastening his seatbelt. "So we can screw safety regulations. Come on up." He scooted over in his seat and patted the space next to him.

"I.. uh.." Ahsoka stammered. She tentatively dropped her legs over the seat and slid into the chair, landing halfway on top of Carter. She tried to scoot over to the side to get next to him, but found there was little room to move. "Well, this is awkward," she said.

Carter smiled. "It's fine," he said. "Space is cold anyways."

"Yeah, too bad I'm the one on top… that came out wrong."

"Hey, it doesn't mean anything like that. And if you really are cold…" Carter wrapped his arms around her. "… Maybe I can help a bit."

Ahsoka's breath caught. "Don't… don't do that."

Carter's eyebrow arched. "Why not?"

"It makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Okay,"  Carter said, letting his arms drop. "we still have another forty minutes. If you don't mind, I think I'll tune up some of the ship's systems."

"Go ahead. I might try to get some shut eye."

"Suit yourself," he said, and went to work on a nearby control panel.

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Hey, all! DarthBubbles here. Poor Carter, dosen't even realize what's makin Ahsoka all uncomfortable. He was just tryin to help, rite? :D And the two don't even know that their masters are freaking married!! (Remember, Kento Marek is married to Mallie Marek and fathered Galen Marek, the hero of The Force Unleashed.)

Keep an eye out for more chapters and check them out on Fanfiction.net, people.

-PEACE-LOVE-HAPPINESS-

DARTHBUBBLES

Ahsoka leaned her head back and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, she was sleeping soundly. Without her realizing it, her head had slipped down from the seat's headrest and onto Carter's shoulder.

She dreamed of a handsome young Jedi with pitch black hair and striking green eyes.