Unintended
Summary: Padmé's life changes when she unearths the true reason for which she has fallen for her husband.
~Unintended~
Padmé Amidala, the well-loved Senator of Naboo, was glad she was on good terms with the Jedi. The Jedi were far known to have some of the best healers in the galaxy. Now, she would make use of their abilities. For weeks now, she had been having horrid headaches – with a touch of stomach problems that were more than likely due to her pregnancy. This was a risky decision she knew, for she was pregnant with Anakin Skywalker's child who was the love of her life. However, the possible risk to her child far beat the risk of her private life being exposed to the public. No doctor or med-droid had been able to confirm or deny a risk to her child: she had faith in the Force that the Jedi would be able to.
Normally, Padmé abhorred abusing privileges, but just because she was willing to risk her secret to a Jedi Healer didn't mean that she was going to risk a public appearance marching through the front gates of the Jedi Temple; questions would be asked. Today, she would use the secret entrance – the entrance that Bail often used when he needed to speed his passage into the Jedi Temple on important business. Upon entering the pass code that would lower the shield, she entered, and then gently parked her speeder.
She approached the door that connected the secret hangar to the Jedi Temple, and then used the intercom that would allow her to communicate with the Jedi. She said: "This is Padmé Amidala. May I speak to either Master Yoda or Master Windu?"
It was several moments later when a reply was received, after several staticy clicks indicating a change in connection. The voice replied: "Mace Windu. What can I do for you Senator Amidala?"
She sighed in relief. Mace would get the job done – without asking too many questions. Though she cared deeply for Master Yoda, he was much too insightful for this situation.
"I would like to speak to you; a private request if you don't mind me abusing my privilege with such a matter." She gave a nervous laugh.
Mace chuckled, and Padmé could feel that there was a lighthearted smile on his face. "It would be a pleasure – anything for one of our truest allies in these times of conflict."
Several minutes passed, and then the door opened and the dark-skinned Jedi beaconed her into the Jedi Temple. She followed, and a conversation ensued.
"You look well Master Jedi," Padmé said politely, a smile forming on her lips.
Mace nodded, then a frown dawned upon his face. "And you? I dislike saying it, but you look unwell."
Padmé nodded. "That's why I'm here. I haven't felt well recently – no doctor on Coruscant can determine a cause. Also, I know what stress is; this isn't stress."
Mace accepted her reply with a nod of his bald head. "I will take you to a healer. We can't allow a dear friend to be ill when there might be something we can do about it."
Their short walk was filled with mostly pointless chatter: talk of politics and friends. Nothing that would mean anything outside of this short reunion; except, of course, for the brief mention in passing of Obi-wan and Anakin confirming that they were well.
Upon arriving, Mace began introductions.
"Master Kaghil, this is Senator Amidala – she has requested that the Jedi Order check her for illness. Senator Amidala, this is Master Kaghil and her padawan." He indicated a Mon Calamari female and her teenage padawan, a human boy only a few years younger than Anakin.
He continued. "I have business to attend to. It was enjoyable seeing you again, Senator." He left.
The Mon Cal requested that she lay down on a nearby bed. "What seems to be a problem, Senator," the Mon Cal asked. Her apprentice approached Padmé from the side to withdraw a small amount of blood from her arm, and then went across the room to test it, Padmé assumed.
"You are aware you are pregnant," the Mon Cal questioned, stating what she assumed to be true. "Five months?"
Padme's eyes widened: "Yes."
The Mon Cal looked at her. "No worries; this information will not leave this room. He can keep a secret," Kaghil said, indicating her padawan. "Your child is quite strong; I can feel it. You should know – you have an option you should consider."
Padmé panicked for a moment. That panic turned to outward shock; she willed it so – to fool the Master into thinking it was shock at the recent discover of her child's Force sensitivity. Padmé of course already knew of her child's abilities and it was necessary to hide that for she could not drop a single hint of the child's father.
Momentarily, pretending to think on it, she nodded noncommittally.
The padawan returned. "I found no abnormalities with Lady Amidala's blood," he said. His master nodded, then said, "Senator, I would like to probe your mind – no worries, I won't sense you thoughts – I want to see if there is any sort of subconscious or unconscious blockage which might be affecting your health." She thought for a second. "Actually, my Padawan will do it; his natural born skills lie in this area."
Padmé nodded, and the boy approached her. He stood to her left, leaning over her on the bed slightly, and placed his hands gently on her head. It was soothing and after several moments, he spoke. "I do feel some sort of blockage. Like a knot. It feels Force related. Would you like me to undo it?"
Padmé nodded. "You may if you feel it is the best option."
After moments of watching calm concentration on his face, she felt a weight lift inside her.
Master Kaghil seemed pleased. "I will pull up all information we have on the Force's effects on the mind – this sounds almost like what happens when a being has mind tricks used on them too often. I would like you to take this information home and read through it, preferably so that it doesn't happen again."
Padmé could feel the Padawan slowly pulling himself out of her mind and gently removing his fingers from her head. Now, lying there, looking into the padawan's eyes, she had only one thought: Why isn't Anakin ever that gentle with me.
~Unintended~
She read through the data that night. Lying there, alone in her bed, she knew a sad fact. She didn't love Anakin Skywalker anymore.
~Unintended~
Keep in mind that this is a two-shot. I hope you enjoy. Do review if you did :D
Thanks for reading!
Revised: 1/31/2016
