Title: Don't look back
Author: Angel
E-mail: valarltd@hotmail.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/lady_aethelynde
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shmi's Pov as Ani leaves
Type:POV
Archive: Tell me where
Disclaimer: Not mine, George's.
Notes: Watch the way Qui-Gon and Shmi act around each other.
(of course, I could be reading too much stuff at M_A as well)
Feedback: I crave it. It's my favorite high.
***
Don't Look Back
2001 Angelia Sparrow
***
"Go on. Don't look back, Ani," I tell him. I watch as his
small shape follows the taller one. Despite what his heart
tells him, I know almost certainly that this is the last time
I will see my son.
Empty, I turn back to our small house. The money from his
pod racer is sitting on the table. I count it again. With
what I have saved over the years, it is enough.
The possibility of freedom is almost frightening.
To go where I want and when I want will be glorious,
but there are no guarantees on a free life. As a slave,
I have the necessities: food, shelter, clothing. Given
grudgingly, true, but still given. I consider my skills,
and plan how I can make a living.
I lied to the Jedi, and he knew it. I have one skill that
will pay enough to support me; the one that brought me
Ani. How could I have thought he would remember me?
By what trick of memory, did I remember him? It was the
hair and the eyes, and that hawk-like nose. A master
Jedi wouldn't remember a cantina slave who could be
had for the price of a drink. There were so many, how could I
know my son was his?
This time, however, I know. I can sense her already,
starting to grow inside me. That is why I must
buy my freedom, regardless of what I do afterward.
My daughter will not endure the life my son did.
And Watto would never free me if he knew about her.
I gather the money from all the hiding places
in the house. From the smallest hubba, named for the
native gourd, to the hundred dataries and crystalline
matrixes that Qui-Gon left on my nightstand three days ago.
If I sell the droid Ani was building me, I'll have
enough for my freedom, passage off-planet, and a month's
living expenses. Maybe I'll raise my daughter on Alderaan.
*end*
Author: Angel
E-mail: valarltd@hotmail.com
URL: http://www.geocities.com/lady_aethelynde
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shmi's Pov as Ani leaves
Type:POV
Archive: Tell me where
Disclaimer: Not mine, George's.
Notes: Watch the way Qui-Gon and Shmi act around each other.
(of course, I could be reading too much stuff at M_A as well)
Feedback: I crave it. It's my favorite high.
***
Don't Look Back
2001 Angelia Sparrow
***
"Go on. Don't look back, Ani," I tell him. I watch as his
small shape follows the taller one. Despite what his heart
tells him, I know almost certainly that this is the last time
I will see my son.
Empty, I turn back to our small house. The money from his
pod racer is sitting on the table. I count it again. With
what I have saved over the years, it is enough.
The possibility of freedom is almost frightening.
To go where I want and when I want will be glorious,
but there are no guarantees on a free life. As a slave,
I have the necessities: food, shelter, clothing. Given
grudgingly, true, but still given. I consider my skills,
and plan how I can make a living.
I lied to the Jedi, and he knew it. I have one skill that
will pay enough to support me; the one that brought me
Ani. How could I have thought he would remember me?
By what trick of memory, did I remember him? It was the
hair and the eyes, and that hawk-like nose. A master
Jedi wouldn't remember a cantina slave who could be
had for the price of a drink. There were so many, how could I
know my son was his?
This time, however, I know. I can sense her already,
starting to grow inside me. That is why I must
buy my freedom, regardless of what I do afterward.
My daughter will not endure the life my son did.
And Watto would never free me if he knew about her.
I gather the money from all the hiding places
in the house. From the smallest hubba, named for the
native gourd, to the hundred dataries and crystalline
matrixes that Qui-Gon left on my nightstand three days ago.
If I sell the droid Ani was building me, I'll have
enough for my freedom, passage off-planet, and a month's
living expenses. Maybe I'll raise my daughter on Alderaan.
*end*