STAR WARS FAN FICTION:
"The Forbidden Angel"
By: Kinsey Douglas a.k.a. 'Pastry Basis'
Chapter 1:
"Looking Back On It"
NOTE TO READERS:
The events in this story are occurring during Attack Of The Clones
Instead of going off to find his mother, Anakin and Padmé head back to Coruscant once the bounty hunter has been captured.
I recommend watching/having a basic understanding of Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace and Star Wars Episode II: Attack Of The Clones
All characters belong to GEORGE LUCAS
This is my first fan fiction, enjoy!
Naboo –
Around 2 a.m.
'I've hurt him,' Padmé told herself repeatedly, 'I'm sure of it'. The young senator had spent a day in the meadow, and a very awkward evening with her assigned bodyguard, Anakin Skywalker.
Sitting alone in the confines of her lakeside room, she peered as best she could to see the room that was adjacent to her own.
The room temporarily belonged to Anakin.
For the past hour, Padmé had been holding the old necklace that Anakin had made for her when they first met.
"Are you an angel?" the young Skywalker asked the disguised queen.
"What?" Padmé asked, caught off-guard.
"An angel. I've heard the deep space pilots talk about them…." Anakin paused to look at her.
"…They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe."
She shivered at the memory. At the time, it seemed to be just a childhood adoration. Not serious. But, he was different now…He had grown up.
Anakin had silently retreated to the emptiness of his room after their conversation in front of the fireplace, and Padmé Amidala was the source of his suffering.
Looking back on the day, the senator scolded herself repeatedly. 'Your giving him mixed signals,' she pondered. Wearing revealing and inappropriate clothing and flirting, then denying him for telling her his feelings.
Yet, she could not forget when they were still on Coruscant, her packing and Anakin looking at her with those eyes.
"Please don't look at me like that," she had told him.
She had then added how it made her 'uncomfortable'. He was staring feverishly at her, grinning. She had almost fainted, but, as her demeanor may be, she just got angry.
She could've stopped him from kissing her when they had arrived at the retreat. Why, in the gods names, she didn't, was beyond her.
Padmé longed to feel his hands softly rub against her arm and back. She had been intoxicated by the taste of his full, slow-moving lips…
Stop, she told herself, flushing at the memory. Anakin was her friend, just her friend. What they had was not love, it was just a strictly professional relationship. However, she let her mind wander back to the picnic in the meadow earlier that day.
Perhaps it had just been the intoxicating spring air and the lulling sound of the waterfalls, but Padmé could not remember a time in which she had been so relaxed. When Anakin had playfully teased her about being hurt, then rolling in the grass together laughing, she had not considered the physicality in the moment. It wasn't until they had stopped, and Padmé was on top of Anakin, almost straddling him, that she had come to her senses.
After what seemed like the most blissful hours the young Jedi and senator had ever experienced, Padmé rolled off him, and made it her duty to hide her stricken with blush face with her palm. She hated to admit it to herself at the time, even now, but she had loved the feeling of her body pressed against his.
"Padmé," Anakin said softly, about to usher for forgiveness.
She was lost for words and did not respond.
"I-I've missed you, and," he was starting to stammer from nervousness, he tried to remain his focus directly on her, but his face was even redder then hers.
"-Anakin," she said interrupting his speech bluntly, "It's getting late, we should go."
Padmé knew that she had to put a stop to Anakin pertaining a serious relationship between either of them. She knew that by interrupting him like that, just as he was about to confess, broke his heart. Saying them broke hers as well. Seeing the pain and rejection in his eyes was hard enough to endure without the added pain of having to say no to someone she cared about. Someone she knew deep down she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Naboo –
About 6 hours later
Anakin was sitting nonchalantly on a stone bench outside Padmé's room. The days spent at the lake retreat already seemed like an ebullient dream, not quite real, as the young Senator packed her belongings to embark on the journey back to Coruscant.
Anakin had gotten word from his Jedi master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, that they had successfully captured the bounty hunter, all was well, and they may return to Coruscant. So, Anakin had awoken Padmé two hours ago, and instructed her to pack.
"It's time to go," said the Padawan coldly as he softly shook Padmé awake.
"Hunh…" Padmé moaned, as a strand of her curly brown hair fell over her eyes.
"Padmé," Anakin was enthralled in the sound of her moan. He reached out and gently placed his hand on her cheek.
The Senator's eyes fluttered open as she awoke to the feeling of his warm hand against her face.
He got up and started to leave the room.
"Wait…Anakin," she said as she sat up on her pillow, "I'm sorry…"
He looked at her, his eyes were full of the pain and rejection she had seen the day before.
He said nothing, and left the room.
She peered out the window as Anakin stared off into the distance. Padmé sighed, and continued to pack her belongings when Anakin approached her, looking angered.
"You know, it doesn't have to be this way," the Jedi-in-training told her.
'No! It doesn't!' she thought.
"Yes, Anni, it does. You're training to become a Jedi, and I'm a senator. It would destroy us." Just saying those words, was destroying both Padmé and Anakin.
Anakin swallowed.
"My name is Anakin," he said bluntly. "-Not 'Anni'. 'Anni' makes me sound like a little kid. Like you said yourself, I'm a Jedi."
She was taken aback. She had always called him 'Anni'; the nickname was almost like a special bond they shared, something to familiarize the both of them together. Now it was shattered.
"Anakin…I'm sorr-"
"Yeah, whatever Padmé. I'm not a lowly slave anymore. Although since your so above me, shall I start addressing you as 'Your Highness'? Hell, what was I thinking? The council was right, all you politicians are all alike." As he finished, the look of disgust he held on his face, was convincing enough to Padmé that he was repulsed by her very being.
The way he had just talked to Padmé, made it seem like, at least to her, that her denial of the truth could never be forgiven. She sadly closed her suitcase and headed for the ship.
Refugee Ship–
Later in the day
Neither of them spoke to one another throughout the journey back to Coruscant. Anakin didn't even sit anywhere near her on the refugee flight.
Padmé had sadly noticed Anakin sitting next to a blond human girl, possibly a year younger then Anakin himself…She had even seen them kissing. As Padmé watched, she became overwhelmed with the possibility of crying. She quickly tossed out the thought as she ordered and drank a bottle of Nubian wine.
'If Anakin hates me so much now,' she thought, 'I hate him too.'
Even after convincing herself that she no longer liked, or even loved Anni, she still became immensely jealous after catching him sitting next to, and flirting with, different girls by the hour.
Once, she had even considered dumping the wine on all the girls that were sitting next to him, but she knew that it would've just added to his pride.
The last straw came when Anakin had walked directly in front of Padmé, holding the hips of two refugee girls. Padmé immediately sprang out of her seat, grabbed Anakin's shoulder, and slapped him hard across the cheek with her palm.
"You would be too frightened to tease a Senator, well I'm not afraid to hit a Jedi."
With that, she stomped off, leaving Anakin and the two incoherent women laughing at him.
Padmé had had enough.
She slammed the door to her room shut and had decided that Anakin was, by definition, a Galactic asshole.
