We can't be Friends
We can't be Friends
No copyright infringement intended: George Lucas is the man who created Star Wars
AU: What if Anakin and Padme don't meet again for another ten years. Padme is engaged to another man and Anakin is a Jedi Master on the Council.
Inspired by the Song: We can't be friends sung by Deborah Cox and R.L
Rated T: for some language and adult themes
Prologue: Coruscant, at the end of the Clone Wars
Palpatine was dead. The news spread across the holo net like a Kashyyyk forest fire. The Jedi had discovered that the Chancellor was the Sith Lord they had been searching for and that he had orchestrated the war from the very beginning. And according to the holo net Jedi heroes Anakin Skywalker and Mace Windu had been dispatched to arrest Palpatine and it resulted in a life and death battle.
But there was only one person Senator Padme Amidala cared about, one face she had to see—Anakin's.
The night was cool and chaotic as humans and humanoids, and aliens celebrated the end of the war and the Jedi's victory, only Padme stood at her wide balcony window in a slivery blue shift, wringing her hands with nervous energy, waiting for him to come. He said he would come, he said he would ask her again. Three years ago at the start of the war Anakin had proposed to Padme and she had said no. When Anakin asked her why Padme told him that even though she loved him the Jedi needed him more; he could only have one or the other. Gods! But it had taken all of her will not to fling herself into his arms and say yes, with all her heart she had longed to hold him. Her better judgment won and her heart had lost, until Anakin suggested that they wait until after the war to see if they would still feel the same. Now the time had come and Padme was ready to say YES. Padme saw a familiar flash of a blue starfighter, one she'd watched on the holo net almost religiously, zip past her window and knew he had arrived. Padme heaved in a deep long breath and was suddenly worried about how she looked. Maybe I should've changed. This night gown is too revealing. Oh what the hell! Maybe I won't be wearing it for long. Padme smiled at her naughty thoughts but still touched her chest—good not too much cleavage. Buzz, Padme jumped a little at the sound of her doorbell, though she was expecting it why'd it have to ring so loud.
Padme walked calmly to the door, she would not freak out, pressed the enter button and the door slid open. Padme didn't quite freak out but her heart did catch and miss a beat. Could it be that Anakin Skywalker was more handsome than she'd last saw him? Yes, indeed he was. Gone was the lean young man with angel hair who professed passionate platitudes of love and instead stood a hard bodied solider, with long untamed burnished brown/gold locks that curled around his shoulders, and sexy chiseled features. Anakin was all man. She watched him watching her as she drank in the sight of him; there was something aged about his blue eyes but she dismissed it and kissed him. Anakin sensed the kiss coming and tried back away but it was too late.
Something inside Padme had been cut loose, all the fear and love for him she kept bottled up during the war exploded. Padme's emotions ran high and hot as she gripped the edges of Anakin's tunic, and pulled him into her. Their lips met; it was like static shock. Padme felt Anakin's hesitation so she kissed him deeper. She felt him give in and it was like a dream. The slow slide of their mouths, the parting of lips, the sweet exchange of breath, and finally the soft thrusts of his tongue in and out of her mouth. Padme was dizzy. She pulled him forward into her apartment, careful not to break contact with him, but when she bumped into the arm of her sofa Anakin jerked his lips from hers and gently pushed her away. They both breathed in shallow breaths and Anakin wiped his mouth. Still disconcerted Padme stumbled onto her sofa and stared blankly at the walls.
"Padme?" Anakin whispered, she started at the sound of his voice but couldn't answer.
"Padme, I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't come here to kiss you." She heard him say and suppressed a groan.
"This isn't coming out right."
Padme released a barely audibly whimper.
"Aw, man, I guess I should be clear about this."
Can this be anymore awkward? Padme thought shifting uncomfortably on the couch, at least it was relatively dark and Anakin couldn't see her face in the shadows.
"Remember when we decided to wait until the war was over to make a final decision about our relationship?" Anakin didn't wait for her answer, "The Jedi council has appointed me to the rank of master and offered me a seat on the council and…I accepted."
A very long pause of silence ensued while Padme gathered her thoughts. I just made a fool of myself. I never make a fool of myself. But he made me act like a fool, didn't he? I waited three miserable years for him to choose the Jedi over me! Get a grip! You're a mature adult, you should be happy that Anakin has found his path and is taking his commitment to the Jedi seriously…damn I should've married him when I had the chance.
"Padme, I'm so sorry. But I realized that if I marry you I could hurt you more than you and I could possibly imagine. Goodbye Padme…I hope someday we can be friends." Anakin said. And before Padme could reply to his odd statement she heard swoosh, her door opened, and he was gone.