Ok guys this is my fic and I hope y'all enjoy
Author: Me, duh
Genre: Angst/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, I am not making any money off of this and it is purely for entertainment purposes!
This song is "What's Left Of Me" by Nick Lachey
What's Left Of MeDarth Vader clenched is hands into fists. Moments ago, he had learned Padme was still alive. Palpatine had hidden her from him for ten long lonely, years. Tears slid down his pasty skin.
Watch my life,
Pass me by,
In the rear view mirror
He wondered if his child was alive. Palpatine could have hidden them from me too, he thought sullenly.
Pictures frozen in time
Are becoming clearer
He remembered his duel with Obi Wan on Mustafar. Anger had consumed him for the first time on that day. Pure, untapped hate had run through his veins, finding its outlet in his lightsaber.
I don't wanna waste another day
Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes
But now, he wanted to change. The hate through his veins weakened at the mere thought of her. Padme. Her name was too sacred for him to utter with his deformed, inhumanly pale lips.
Yeah...
Cause I want you,
And I feel you,
Crawling underneath my skin
Like a hunger,
Like a burning,
To find a place I've never been
Now I'm broken,
And I'm faded,
I'm half the man I thought I would be:
But you can have what's left of me
The duel that day had left in pieces, literally. He wanted, needed her with him. But he was told he had killed her and their unborn baby.
I've been dying inside,
Little by little,
No where to go,
Surely, if he took the mask and suit off, he could see the damage done to him. But he could not see all of it. His heart, his very humanity, had been shattered on that day. He loved her, and did it all for her. Padme…
But going out of my mind
In endless circles,
Running from my self until,
You gave me a reason for standing still
These long years had felt like a lifetime without her next to him, to comfort; to listen to him, wrap her arms around him like she had done on Tatooine so many years ago.
It's falling faster,
Barely breathing,
Give me something,
To believe in
Tell me: It's not all in my head
He wanted her with him more than anything. He would willingly sacrifice himself for one more day, one more hour, one more minute in her presence. He left the bridge at a run, something he never did. But Padme was waiting for him. He reached out into the Force t find her presence. It was there, strong and elegant, but tainted by an emotion he could discern. Love? Fear? Hate? A combination?
Take what's left
Of this man
Make me whole
Once again
He followed her presence to a maximum-security cell deep within the Executor. He easily passed the guards. He mandated the door to open through the Force. She lay on what looked like a metal shelf. She awoke at his presence.
"Who are you?"
"Padme?"
I've been dying inside you see
I'm going out of my mind
Out of my mind
"Anakin?" At that moment, Vader did not care she used his old name, a name he thought he had forgotten years ago.
I'm just running in circles all the time
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left of me?
"Come with me." He extended a black gloved hand.
Just running in circles in my mind
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left
Will you take what's left of me?
She hesitated. Ani…A small part of her heart resounded with the name. He was her Ani, underneath that suit, he was her Ani. She took his hand and he pulled her into his arms and carried her to her freedom. She did not resist. But that simple act of trust broke them both. It was more than a taking of a hand, you see. It was an act of trust exchanged only by two in love, not just a Sith Lord and a former Queen of Naboo. It was an act of love, and of a new beginning.