I Have the Padmé?
Set in Episode 2, during the most angsty scene between Anakin and Padmè on Naboo. Anakin learns a secret about Padmé that will threaten his life… oneshot. Warning: Hint at character death! Yay!
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own any of the characters, or the lines fromEpisode Two that I use,or the setting, but Padmé's secret is MINE!
A/N: This was supposed to be a parody, but after my sugar rush ran out trying to find a paper to write it on, it turned into an angst fic, sort of.
"You are in my very soul- tormenting me." Anakin stared at Padmé, hoping for a reaction. What he got was very unexpected.
"Not you too…" she murmured, biting her lip.
"What? Please, Padmé, tell me."
"Remember Palo?" she asked. He nodded. "The reason he became an artist is because he became suddenly crippled, and couldn't perform all the duties he needed to in order to become a politician. He was very, very ill… "
"Why? Suffering from what?"
"Anakin… I carry a disease. It gets spread to young men, and they can't escape it. Like you said, the closer you get, the worse it gets. Soon, the symptoms you are experiencing will stop being psychological, and become physical. I… I just can't believe it's happening to you… I… I have to go," she got up to leave.
"What? NO!" Anakin began choking. Padmé sat down quickly.
"Ani?" she touched his arm. His face screwed up in pain. She quickly pulled away. A large welt in the shape of a hand remained. "Ani!" she touched his shoulder. He let out a scream. "Help!" she cried. "Somebody help! Help!" A sudden idea popped into her head. She bent down and kissed him, a long passionate kiss.
After she pulled away, he froze for a second. Then he doubled over in pain, clutching his chest. "Oh dear god, I've killed him!" she leapt up and ran to find help. But she didn't hear behind her, her love slowly choking to death…