a.n. I got the idea for this story after seen the Clone Wars episode "Mystery of A Thousand Moons". I have never written anything in this 'verse, so I hope I have done it justice. I am thinking about making this a 4-part story with the P.O.V.s of 3 other characters, but I'm not sure yet. And I know I've been gone awhile, but I hope to update Crossing as soon as I get some free time (maybe this weekend...). As always, read, review, & enjoy!
Safe
The blares of the klaxon continued to feed my fear and anxiety as I anticipated the worst. I felt relief when Ahsoka informed me that although the virus had been released, she was safe. Padmé erased my fears for her own safety and I felt myself smile a bit as I heard her voice, safe and sound. I urged her to be careful, knowing that she would do whatever it took to keep the virus contained and not let it escape from the lab. I was happy to know that they were both safe, but experience told me that that safety would not last long. In case the worst happened, we needed to find an antidote and I was prepared to do what I had to do to get that information from the doctor. Only at Obi-Wan's prompting did I realize that the sooner we got the doctor to Theed, the sooner we could find the antidote, though I hoped we would not need to use it.
When Captain Typho told us that there was a way to concoct an antidote, I felt elated. Though we would have to go to Iego, deep in Separatist territory in order to get the reeksa root we needed, nothing would dissuade me from rescuing Padmé and Ahsoka. Obi-Wan's stern, wondering look told me that I was projecting my emotions too much. But it was so hard not to worry about what was going on down there. There was no way for me to go down there to make sure they were all right, not if I didn't want to risk exposure. I was relieved when Obi-Wan agreed with me and decided that we needed to travel to Iego to find that root. We needed to succeed; I would not let them down.
The ruined remains of ships surrounding Iego would have deterred others from approaching the planet, but not me. The only hope we had of creating an antidote was on that planet. Jaybo's stories of hauntings and the futility of any attempt to leave did nothing to dampen my spirit. I would get that reeksa root and I would return to Padmé, antidote in hand, no matter what.
Padmé's message renewed my determination. I could not, would not, leave her to die. We would find a way to get past those lasers. I would get back to her, I would save her.
Finally landing back on Naboo, I felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. We had made it past the Separatist security system and managed to create an antidote. As the medical droids were taking her to the shuttle, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to see her up close, with my own two eyes. I had to touch her, to feel her, to make sure she was all right. I know the droids had told me that she would be fine, but I wouldn't believe it until I saw her. When she opened her beautiful brown eyes and looked at me, I breathed a sigh of relief. I wanted so much then to pull her into my arms, to show her how grateful I was that she was okay, to let her know that I did it all for her, and to kiss her pain away. But, unfortunately, we weren't alone. That would have to wait for another time. Just before she was taken into the shuttle, she grasped my hand and I told her that I would see her again soon. I would make sure of it.
Ahsoka was starting to look better already. She did very well, despite the circumstances, and though I didn't say it, I truly am proud of her. She will make a grand Jedi some day.
As the ships lifted off, I raised my hand in silent farewell, praying to the Force to keep them both safe.