Hello! I have a billion stories going right now, I know, but this is going to AWESOME! I don't own Star Wars. Just saying. Also, I made Padme and Anakin the same age, and I cut out Jar-Jar. (HIP HIP HOORAY!)
Disclaimer: Not George Lucas, not a billionaire.
"Help! We need a doctor! Please, wake up..." Obi-Wan knelt over the unconscious Padme Amidala, fanning her face in a futile attempt to get her to wake up. "Come on, come on..."
A crowd had gathered at Obi-Wan's cry, and murmurs traveled through it fast as sand on the wind.
"Looks like sunstroke..."
"Think she'll be okay?"
"Get the Miracle Doctor!"
One of the people broke away from the crowd, an older woman with a shawl wrapped around her wrinkled suntanned face. She ran towards a booth where she saw another 17-year-old, this one with light blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"Anakin! Come quickly, someone needs your help!"
The young man quickly apologized to the vendor and followed the older woman to the scene of the fainting.
"Quick! Let me through! Let me see her!" The crowd parted at his order, letting Anakin through. Obi-Wan was shocked to see a mere boy run to the queen in disguise's side.
"Give her to me."
"Why?"
"So I can heal her."
Obi-Wan cautiously handed her limp body to the blond boy. He propped her head against his shoulder and put two fingers on her forehead. He closed his eyes, seeming to concentrate.
When he opened them again, they were glowing blue.
Tendrils of that same light blue leaked from his hands and flitted around the unconscious girl, sometimes just circling her, sometimes touching-and sinking into-her. The Queen's eyes opened, shining the same blue as the boy's. The spectacle went on for about a minute. Then Anakin collapsed, obviously exhausted from the ordeal.
"Uhhh..." The young Amidala groaned and slowly sat up. "What happened?"
"You were healed." The boy helped her stand up. "Don't worry. It's natural to feel a little out of order after your first contact."
"My...what?"
"Yes, indeed," a familiar voice said.
"Qui-Gon. There you are," said Obi-Wan.
"Hello, Obi-Wan. I sensed a disturbance in the Force near you. Might I ask what exactly is going on?"
"Your female companion had sunstroke. I managed to wake her up."
"Managed? From the spectacle you put on, young man, I'd say you did more than that."
"I do have...special talents."
"Okay, I get that men have to banter once in a while, but what is going on?" Padme broke in.
"I'll explain...if you agree to come with me back to my stepfather's moisture farm."
The trio looked at one another and shrugged. Why not?
Like it so far? This is my...twelfth story. Woah.
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