Anonymous request :)

I'm really excited for this one hahaha

"Fives!" Ahsoka whisper-yelled, tiptoeing down the hallway. She almost crashed right into the Arc trooper in the darkness. "Do you have it?"

"Yes, right here," he replied, patting his pocket. Ahsoka reached out her hand. "Not so fast. I need you to promise me something."

"What?"

"General Skywalker can't find out that I had anything to do with this if you get caught."

"Deal," Ahsoka said.

"Pinky swear," Fives stated indignantly. They hooked fingers and shook on it. "Alright, here you go... have fun." He handed her a small card, and jogged off. She smiled mischievously at the fake ID.

"This is gonna be awesome," she whispered.

Everything had worked out perfectly. Anakin would be spending the night at Padme's, Ahsoka had been invited by a friend the opening of a new night club, and she happened to know that Fives was particularly good at getting fake IDs. 

She was planning to go dance and party with her friends, maybe drink a little bit, and forget about the Clone Wars for just one night. She had only drank a few times before (both Anakin and Rex had allowed her to try a bit of their drinks on a few occassions), but she wasn't exactly sure how much was too much.

About two hours later, she discovered the answer.

"Dance with me!" she cried, running over to the friend who had invited her- a fellow Padawan named Caleb.

"Ohhh Force, how drunk are you?" he asked, beginning to laugh shakily from his own excessive drinking.

"An itsy, itsy, bitsy bit," she slurred, grabbing onto his shoulders. "Dancing?" she asked quietly again.

"Yes!" Caleb replied, pulling her to the floor with him. "You know, my master would kill me if she knew I was here!"

"Mine too!" Somehow, the idea of both being killed by their masters humored them. They collapsed to the ground in a fit of hysterical giggles, nearly being trampled by other party-goers.

"Get up!" Caleb called, standing on his own and pulling on Ahsoka's hands to get her off of the ground. "Get up, get up, get up!" he repeated as she stayed there, pulling her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth.

"No, no, NO!" she yelled, her voice squeaking like a little kid's.

"You're gonna get stepped on!" Caleb complained.

"You're gonna step on me?!" Ahsoka exclaimed, narrowing her eyes. "Not friends anymore, Dume," she hissed, scooting herself in a half-circle so she was no longer facing him.

"I'm calling your master if you don't get up in 3... 2... 1!" he threatened. Ahsoka stayed put. Caleb snatched the comm link from her wrist.

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"HELLO!" a voice shouted through Anakin's comm link. He jumped awake, thinking that someone must have gotten into Padme's apartment. His wife stirred beside him, but didn't wake up. He sighed in relief when he realized it was just his comms.

He crawled out of bed, pulling on his night robes, and tucking the comm link into the cuff of his sleeve to muffle the noise.

"Skywalker here," he muttered, jogging out of their bedroom. "What is it?"

"Tano is a meanie pants... and she won't get off of the floor," the voice continued. "EWW AND SHE THREW UP ON MY SHOES! EWW, EWW, EWW, EWW, EWWW!" It now sounded as if the person was crying.

"Who is this?" Anakin barked, running back to Padme's room to retrieve his normal battle garments. As he dressed, the person continued to speak.

"I can't tell you because you'll tell my master!" the person sobbed. "And she'll kill me! I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die, pleeease!"

"Alright, alright! You're not gonna die! I won't tell your master, I swear. Just tell me who you are, and what's going on with my Padawan," Anakin spoke, his agitation clear in his voice as he pulled on his boots.

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU! She... won't... get... off... the... floor!" The person was now on the verge of hysteria, sniffling and crying between each word.

"Send me your coordinates so I can... get her off of the floor...?" Anakin stated, mind racing as he tried to figure out what the kriff his Padawan had gotten herself into this time.

"Okay," the person sniffed. "Okay." 

Numbers appeared on the small screen. Anakin planted a quick kiss on Padme's forehead, and dashed outside to his speeder.

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"NO, CALEB!" Ahsoka shouted, swatting his hands away once more as he tried to get her off of the ground. She gasped excitedly at something by the door. "SKYGUY!" she cried happily as Anakin strode to her spot on the ground.

"What... the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, glaring down at her. Ahsoka pushed herself forward, and wrapped herself around one of his legs.

"I was bored, and thirsty."

"We have water in our quarters. You could have borrowed some," Caleb said quietly.

"I like this water," Ahsoka replied, pointing to the bar.

"Both of you are coming with me," Anakin said, trying to walk off of the dance floor. Ahsoka clung tighter to him with every step. He tried to shake her off, but her grip only strengthened.

Caleb followed behind them, tears still dripping down his face.

"Why are you crying?" Anakin asked as he hobbled up the stairs.

"I..." he swiped at his eyes, "don't know."

Anakin rolled his eyes as they exited the club.

"Onto the speeder, Snips," he instructed. She looked up at him, shaking her head.

"Stuck with me, Skyguy," she replied with a goofy grin. "Stuck together. Best friends."

"Can someone... clean... off my shoes," Caleb whimpered, pointing to his vomit-stained boots.

Anakin took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. How did I get myself into this? he asked himself.

"Clean them when you get back to your quarters. Ahsoka, LET GO OF ME!" he roared, attempting once again to pry her off of him.

"Nooo!" she replied, giggling again. "Love you, Skyguy." She nuzzled her face against his knee.

"I'm going to cut off my leg and leave you here if you don't let go," he threatened. Ahsoka's eyes widened in fear. He reached for his lightsaber.

"No, no, no!" she squealed, clambering up onto the speeder in front of Caleb. "No!"

Anakin rubbed a hand across his face.

"Perfect," he said, climbing into the front. "Hold on tight." He felt Ahsoka's arms wrap around his waist, and her head rest on the back of his neck.

"Still stuck with me!" she yelled over the sound of the engine.

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Caleb spent the night on Anakin and Ahsoka's couch, vomiting into the trash can that Anakin had left beside him every few minutes.

Ahsoka refused to let go of Anakin once again, and he was forced to give her a piggy-back ride into their quarters. He used a sleep suggestion to get her off of him.

Anakin was extremely annoyed at having to deal with two hungover Padawans the next morning, but Ahsoka had threatened to snitch on him about Padme if he told on Caleb to Depa.

The secret stayed between the three of them.

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"Caleb? Caleb Dume?" Ahsoka exclaimed, looking at the man in front of her.

"It's Kanan Jarrus, now actually," he corrected.

"You two already know each other?" Sabine asked, cocking her head to the side. 

"Yes, we were friends when we were younger," Ahsoka said. 

"By any chance, do you remember-"

"Unfortunately I do," she interrupted, smirking. Ahsoka sat herself down on the ground of the ship. Kanan raised an eyebrow, confused.

"No, Caleb, I will not get up," she joked. He shook his head, beginning to laugh.

I think that kanan and ahsoka interactions couldve been super funny in rebels if they had like padawan inside jokes or something. Also, no, I don't ship them. This was not intended to be a ship fic because KANERA FOR LIFE!

Anyways, have a great day, and leave ideas if ya want!