Disclaimer: Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't own Star Wars
And neither do you!
Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to all five of you who reviewed my story last night! I took your advice to mind and changed the summary, but the title will end up being appropriate.
The Proposition
Early the next morning a rapping at the door caught her sleepy mind's attention. She sat upright in her bed, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. She hadn't slept much of the night; she was too tense, as if something were about to happen. Another knock, she sighed and called out for the person on the other side of the door to enter. She already knew exactly who it was; no one else ever really came. Ashe blonde hair preceded a beaming face as the young man entered the room. In his hand were a green body suit and a pair of boots, which after walking towards her, he dropped carelessly at her feet.
"Listen. I really don't know what happened. I thought you loved me, I thought I loved you, but after---after all---I'm just not sure this is working. Maybe you were right, maybe it could have destroyed us, maybe it already has---our love I mean," the boy took a deep breath before, "I want-- -I-I…I've never been this inarticulate before," he said with a flashing white smile.
"Could you hurry up please, my food should come soon," she honestly had no clue when her food would arrive as there were no clocks on the walls and the windows were shaded so she couldn't see the suns or moons of…of…wherever she was. She just couldn't talk to him right now. She was tired, tired, that was it. He confused her to near madness. Love? She was supposed to love him? All she ever felt for him was anger or annoyance, but love? She didn't understand. The accident must have rattled her brain a lot if she was supposed to feel any positive feelings toward him. That brought her around to another question, what had she been like before? And, who was he and how did he relate to her past?
"Who am I? Who are you?" all disdain towards him had drained out of her voice as she vocalized her thoughts.
"Padme, Padme Amidala…the Senator of Naboo, the woman I love. And I-I'm Anakin Skywalker, I was a Padawan until I retired from training after I discovered my love for you," Anakin blushed a little.
"And?"
"That brings me to my next point, I want you to leave here with me. The doctors said you are well enough to travel and I thought we might go somewhere safe where I can explain everything," Anakin backed against the wall looking out the window. His profile was serene, but she detected a tense feeling in his jaw.
"And where would that be? At your house I suppose…or perhaps---"
"No. I don't have a home, or a house. I was thinking we could stay at my broth---at the Lars' home on Tantooine. You and I went there once, not too long ago. You would be safe; I'd make sure of it. And you might like the comfort of the little hovel," Anakin stretched out his arms to show the honesty of his offer, "I don't expect you to say yes right away, but last night I thought this might be best for the both of us. I brought you this suit to where when we leave, if you want we can go back to your room and pick up the rest of your clothes."
"Tantooine?" Padme picked up the outfit and stroked the fabric with gentle fingers all the while digesting all of the new information thrown her way. Padme debated whether the knowledge of her past was worth boarding with this young Jedi reject.
It was.
Violets are blue,
I don't own Star Wars
And neither do you!
Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to all five of you who reviewed my story last night! I took your advice to mind and changed the summary, but the title will end up being appropriate.
The Proposition
Early the next morning a rapping at the door caught her sleepy mind's attention. She sat upright in her bed, rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes. She hadn't slept much of the night; she was too tense, as if something were about to happen. Another knock, she sighed and called out for the person on the other side of the door to enter. She already knew exactly who it was; no one else ever really came. Ashe blonde hair preceded a beaming face as the young man entered the room. In his hand were a green body suit and a pair of boots, which after walking towards her, he dropped carelessly at her feet.
"Listen. I really don't know what happened. I thought you loved me, I thought I loved you, but after---after all---I'm just not sure this is working. Maybe you were right, maybe it could have destroyed us, maybe it already has---our love I mean," the boy took a deep breath before, "I want-- -I-I…I've never been this inarticulate before," he said with a flashing white smile.
"Could you hurry up please, my food should come soon," she honestly had no clue when her food would arrive as there were no clocks on the walls and the windows were shaded so she couldn't see the suns or moons of…of…wherever she was. She just couldn't talk to him right now. She was tired, tired, that was it. He confused her to near madness. Love? She was supposed to love him? All she ever felt for him was anger or annoyance, but love? She didn't understand. The accident must have rattled her brain a lot if she was supposed to feel any positive feelings toward him. That brought her around to another question, what had she been like before? And, who was he and how did he relate to her past?
"Who am I? Who are you?" all disdain towards him had drained out of her voice as she vocalized her thoughts.
"Padme, Padme Amidala…the Senator of Naboo, the woman I love. And I-I'm Anakin Skywalker, I was a Padawan until I retired from training after I discovered my love for you," Anakin blushed a little.
"And?"
"That brings me to my next point, I want you to leave here with me. The doctors said you are well enough to travel and I thought we might go somewhere safe where I can explain everything," Anakin backed against the wall looking out the window. His profile was serene, but she detected a tense feeling in his jaw.
"And where would that be? At your house I suppose…or perhaps---"
"No. I don't have a home, or a house. I was thinking we could stay at my broth---at the Lars' home on Tantooine. You and I went there once, not too long ago. You would be safe; I'd make sure of it. And you might like the comfort of the little hovel," Anakin stretched out his arms to show the honesty of his offer, "I don't expect you to say yes right away, but last night I thought this might be best for the both of us. I brought you this suit to where when we leave, if you want we can go back to your room and pick up the rest of your clothes."
"Tantooine?" Padme picked up the outfit and stroked the fabric with gentle fingers all the while digesting all of the new information thrown her way. Padme debated whether the knowledge of her past was worth boarding with this young Jedi reject.
It was.