Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, that really rich guy with his own
company does. I think his name might be George Lucas, at least that's what
the aliens told me…
Author's Notes: I'm sorry if you don't like my story…I'll work harder. I have a good story you just have to look for it. This chapter is dedicated to all FOUR of you who reviewed, you all rock! More of you need to…::stares and pokes the readers::
Amnesia?
"Padme…Padme…wake up. Please, wake up," a choked calling sounded in her head. She could hardly rest because that silly man was always disturbing her. He fed her meals and cleaned the cuts on her face, but all it seemed to do was annoy her. He seemed guilty, as if her being here was his fault. The only thing she found him at fault for was his constant nagging.
A gentle shaking movement on her arm told her that the strange boy wanted her attention. Out of irritation or perhaps spite, she held her eyes shut as tight as she could, focusing on the backs of her eyelids. She thought of what she was going to do when she finally left this place…
"Padme, come on you have got to wake up," more giggling of her arm, but this time with more force.
Padme just thought harder.
"Padme, please, you have to get up now, the caretaker is here. She needs to clean you up for your health examination later today," it seemed that the boy had a point. She peered up at his towering stature. Behind him the rising sun accented his fairness, but she paid little notice to it.
"The sun, is it daytime?" She was curious to see just how long she had slept.
"Yeah. You have been out for nearly four days. Every time I tried to wake you up you would just roll back over into an even deeper state of sleep," the boy said with a shy smile.
"What exactly happened?"
"We were going shopping in the city, when someone threw a bomb at us. I tried to move you out of the way and I even called out your name, but beyond that I don't remember much…I passed out and the next thing I recall is waking up and seeing you lying in the bed next to mine," his face was red with anger and power as he spoke, the bags indicating a lack stood out in his ruddy face the overall look was that of a feral creature on the prowl. He frightened her.
"So?"
"So! I'm supposed to protect you, even if it means my life. What sort of protector allows their ward to come that close to death? Don't you see? You were almost killed because of my carelessness! I-I'm not a Jedi anymore, but I should have been more focused, more aware of the danger! I'm so sorry- it was entirely fault. I might even understand if you no longer want to talk to me…anymore," the boy faltered, overwhelmed by what she could tell as a dawning sense of hopelessness.
"Okay. Leave. I don't care. Who are you anyway? You're always babbling relentlessly about this or that. I'm sick of listening to your whining 'oh, that was my fault' and 'Padme, Padme'---and who exactly is this Padme anyway?! Is it me? Or some endearment from-from-from…wherever it is you come from! Just leve me alone!" Padme rolled over onto her side, drawing the covers over her head.
Anakin stood stock still in shock. He hadn't expected her to hate him this much. It had been an accident, one he was ashamed of, but forgivable wasn't it? He reenacted the scene over again in his head, his mind wincing about the time he had gone unconscious. He opened his mouth to say something to change her mind, but the words choked in his throat like the sand from his childhood. The emotions Padme's rejection stirred up sank to the bottom of his stomach like a lead weight. In those dark recesses he locked them up, unwilling to let loose his rage on a Padme who had not too long ago suffered a drama.
"I-I-I…," Anakin swallowed around the lump trying to sort the words in his mind with the gibberish on his tongue. He dragged a deep breath before saying, " I –I…uggh! Padme, I'll be back to fix this. Somehow I'll make it up to you, make you love me again! I just need to think," Anakin pivoted on his heel his feelings floating through the air like a foggy mist as he left the medroom.
After shutting the door the bruised girl under the blankets muttered, "There isn't enough time."
* *
Anakin sat in the dark room. The walls were lined with a soft beige, ribbed with a soft fabric that if touched stimulated peace and unity of the mind and body. A gentle tune wafted on the fresh air pouring into the room from the air unit near his feet. Anakin took a deep breath, opening himself to the halcyon of the room. But, for some reason he couldn't concentrate---that was, nothing he thought of made sense. Padme. Padme dead. Padme with a hole hollowed out of her middle a look of intense pain marring her beautiful face both hair and creamy skin stained with a shock of red. And then, then he saw a flash of himself above Padme, weapon in hand. But the images didn't stir any sadness in him. It disturbed the young man that he felt no remorse over what might become of his love. He did love her right? But what did these premonitions mean?
Author's Notes: I'm sorry if you don't like my story…I'll work harder. I have a good story you just have to look for it. This chapter is dedicated to all FOUR of you who reviewed, you all rock! More of you need to…::stares and pokes the readers::
Amnesia?
"Padme…Padme…wake up. Please, wake up," a choked calling sounded in her head. She could hardly rest because that silly man was always disturbing her. He fed her meals and cleaned the cuts on her face, but all it seemed to do was annoy her. He seemed guilty, as if her being here was his fault. The only thing she found him at fault for was his constant nagging.
A gentle shaking movement on her arm told her that the strange boy wanted her attention. Out of irritation or perhaps spite, she held her eyes shut as tight as she could, focusing on the backs of her eyelids. She thought of what she was going to do when she finally left this place…
"Padme, come on you have got to wake up," more giggling of her arm, but this time with more force.
Padme just thought harder.
"Padme, please, you have to get up now, the caretaker is here. She needs to clean you up for your health examination later today," it seemed that the boy had a point. She peered up at his towering stature. Behind him the rising sun accented his fairness, but she paid little notice to it.
"The sun, is it daytime?" She was curious to see just how long she had slept.
"Yeah. You have been out for nearly four days. Every time I tried to wake you up you would just roll back over into an even deeper state of sleep," the boy said with a shy smile.
"What exactly happened?"
"We were going shopping in the city, when someone threw a bomb at us. I tried to move you out of the way and I even called out your name, but beyond that I don't remember much…I passed out and the next thing I recall is waking up and seeing you lying in the bed next to mine," his face was red with anger and power as he spoke, the bags indicating a lack stood out in his ruddy face the overall look was that of a feral creature on the prowl. He frightened her.
"So?"
"So! I'm supposed to protect you, even if it means my life. What sort of protector allows their ward to come that close to death? Don't you see? You were almost killed because of my carelessness! I-I'm not a Jedi anymore, but I should have been more focused, more aware of the danger! I'm so sorry- it was entirely fault. I might even understand if you no longer want to talk to me…anymore," the boy faltered, overwhelmed by what she could tell as a dawning sense of hopelessness.
"Okay. Leave. I don't care. Who are you anyway? You're always babbling relentlessly about this or that. I'm sick of listening to your whining 'oh, that was my fault' and 'Padme, Padme'---and who exactly is this Padme anyway?! Is it me? Or some endearment from-from-from…wherever it is you come from! Just leve me alone!" Padme rolled over onto her side, drawing the covers over her head.
Anakin stood stock still in shock. He hadn't expected her to hate him this much. It had been an accident, one he was ashamed of, but forgivable wasn't it? He reenacted the scene over again in his head, his mind wincing about the time he had gone unconscious. He opened his mouth to say something to change her mind, but the words choked in his throat like the sand from his childhood. The emotions Padme's rejection stirred up sank to the bottom of his stomach like a lead weight. In those dark recesses he locked them up, unwilling to let loose his rage on a Padme who had not too long ago suffered a drama.
"I-I-I…," Anakin swallowed around the lump trying to sort the words in his mind with the gibberish on his tongue. He dragged a deep breath before saying, " I –I…uggh! Padme, I'll be back to fix this. Somehow I'll make it up to you, make you love me again! I just need to think," Anakin pivoted on his heel his feelings floating through the air like a foggy mist as he left the medroom.
After shutting the door the bruised girl under the blankets muttered, "There isn't enough time."
* *
Anakin sat in the dark room. The walls were lined with a soft beige, ribbed with a soft fabric that if touched stimulated peace and unity of the mind and body. A gentle tune wafted on the fresh air pouring into the room from the air unit near his feet. Anakin took a deep breath, opening himself to the halcyon of the room. But, for some reason he couldn't concentrate---that was, nothing he thought of made sense. Padme. Padme dead. Padme with a hole hollowed out of her middle a look of intense pain marring her beautiful face both hair and creamy skin stained with a shock of red. And then, then he saw a flash of himself above Padme, weapon in hand. But the images didn't stir any sadness in him. It disturbed the young man that he felt no remorse over what might become of his love. He did love her right? But what did these premonitions mean?
