A/N: Ok this is my first Star wars fanfic and even though I am a strong supporter of Anakin/Padme, I just want to mess with the pairings. So be warned this is an Anakin/Beru fic.

Summary: Beru is tired of her dull life so when she meets the exciting stranger, a man she's only met in her dreams, will he ever love her back?

Beru's Secret Life

Chapter One: The Stranger

Beru knew the feelings she felt were wrong. But how could she deny them when she knew they were there. She did love Owen Lars. She loved him enough to marry him but her heart would always belong to the stranger who had shaken her world when she was barely twenty.

Beru Whitesun remembered Cliegg Lars calling her and Owen out unto the patio one particular afternoon. She had been in the kitchen cleaning up lunch that she had prepared and served to the men after Owen returned from collecting moisture. Cliegg would have been out working as well, had he not lost his leg to the sand people. But, Beru had realized, even if he hadn't been injured, he still would be in no emotional state to work as his wife had been kidnapped.

When Shmi was stolen out from the desert one early morning everyone in close range instantly went in search for her, every man that is. Beru wished she could have helped search for the older woman who served as a surrogate mother to her. When she was younger and had first started living with the Lars, both she and Shmi were new to the farm life. Together they formed a strong bond that only women could form in a new situation. They helped each other adjust and comforted each other when one was down.

As Shmi began to progress further in her relationship with Cliegg so did Beru in her relationship with Owen. She knew she was going to marry him one day; there weren't that many men that she could potentially fall in love with. So she would spend time with the boy who after time and time again would try to initiate a romantic relationship with her. However, she, for some strange reason, just couldn't respond to him.

She wasn't sure if it was she was nervous about being close to a boy or not but she ran to Shmi after every attempt by him. Shmi would always simply smile at her and tell her to sit down.

"Teenage boys are so trivial," She once began, "but they're sweet. My own son would take strangers in just because a sand storm was about to begin."

Beru stared at the older woman in pleasant surprise. "I didn't know you had a son," She said.

"His name was Anakin. He's the sweetest boy." Shmi sat on her bed beside her.

"What happened to him?"

Shmi got this distant sad smile and spoke softly. "When he was nine, the Jedi saved him from slavery to train as a padawan. He's now traveling the galaxy as a hero."

"A Jedi?" Beru gasped. "A Jedi. Wow. Could you tell me more?"

Shmi nodded and began to tell stories that she remembered of her son.

Beru, looking back, knew that's when her affection for Anakin Skywalker grew, from his mother. She told her stories regularly, sometimes stories she had already told but Beru didn't mind, in fact she looked forward to them.

To her Anakin would always be that stranger from a faraway land who used his Jedi powers to save her from the bleak life of farming moisture. She dreamed of him bringing excitement to her and when ever Owen touched her or kissed her she imagined it was the faceless Anakin who hugged and kisser her.

But after years of dreaming and he never showed, she decided to grow up from childhood fantasies and face the reality that was hers. She finally began a relationship wutg Owen and one day they would marry and she would become a farmer's wife.

So here she was walking out onto the patio to see Cliegg, Owen, and threepio standing with two hooded strangers; a female and male.

The woman was about her age but looked far more mature and elegant. She was wearing a beautiful blue cape that was made from a material more beautiful than the blue sky itself. She had her hair braided in an intricate hairdo.

Beru felt her face flush. The woman looked like a queen and her presence diminished Beru's self-esteem. She was far more beautiful than she could ever hope to be.

The foreign woman was standing next to a handsomely tall man wearing dark clothing and a brown cape. He looked strong and confident but saddened. As Beru studied him she noticed a similar haunting expression in his eyes that she had seen in Shmi when she had talked of her son.

"Beru," cliegg said, directing her attention to him, "Why don't you prepare a lunch for these folk while we talk."

The young girl nodded and left for the kitchen.

She gathered drinks and served everyone as they sat around the dinner table. Cliegg began to explain to the strangers about he came to meet Shmi and how they married. Beru listened intently, wondering why Cliegg was telling the strangers this information.

She had missed the introduction and no one seemed inclined to explain to her what was going on. So she sat confused gauging everyone's expression.

Owen seemed tired and nervous and Cliegg—poor Cliegg—was just so depressed. The female wore a disdained expression and sent a sympathetic expression towards her partner.

Beru found herself most interested in him. He seemed so powerful and so familiar but she was sure she had never met him before. He by far showed the most emotion out of everyone in the room. His face contorted into disbelief than to sadness, which quickly morphed into guilt and anger.

When Cliegg finished explaining the man stood up and seemed to tower over them all.

"Where are you going?" Owen asked.

The man sent him a hardened look, "To find my Mother."

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