Prompt: What if Attack of the Clones actually had good writing and a good plot?
In this story, Palpatine dosen't want to kill Padme (this is because if he did Anakin would still be good). The assassination attempt on Padme did happen, but instead of Zam Wessel doing it, Jango Fett did it himself by trying to use a stun bullet on Padme. During his escape, Jango Fett dropped his blaster and now Obi-Wan is on Coruscant stuyding it.
The start takes place in one of the deleted scenes of AotC after the failed (fake) assassination attempt.
Padme lay strewn across the floor, a blood stain splattered across her stomach. Instinctively, Anakin ran across the floor putting his hand on her stomach, wishing he had the power to save her.
"Come on," Anakin pleaded. "Don't leave me."
A man stood above Anakin with a blaster. He wore a helmet with a T-shaped visor that matched the ones from Mandalore. Anakin felt the cold tip of the blaster on the back of his head.
"You can't save anyone, Chosen One," the man said, his voice slowly turning from the stone cold tone into a shriveled older man's voice. "You are too weak. She will die. Your mother will die. Everyone you love will die. You cannot stop it. In the end, you're just a boy in the sand, still clinging to his mother. Only the dark side can save you now, give into your feelings. You know they're true"
Anakin's throat stung from the tears dripping down his face. He tried to say something smart, anything to get this out of his mind. Rage clouded his mind. He saw that his hand on Padme's stomach was shaking.
Then the blaster opened fire and his mind gave away to the force…
Anakin jerked awake. He was panting with sweat dripping from his forehead. He wiped it with his hand, which he now realized was shaking like in the dream.
It won't happen, Anakin thought. Anakin turned his gaze to Padme. She was sleeping peacefully on one of the couches of the sailing barge. Even when wearing the most simplistic civilian clothes, she looked like an angel coming down from heaven.
Anakin snorted. His memory recalled a time when he was only nine years old and was too stupid to not flirt with the queen of a distant world. Anakin now saw the irony that now, although he was older, he was even farther away from having a relationship with Padme than when he was. He was a Jedi and Padme was a senator. Jedi could not have any relationships no matter what. Senators, meanwhile, could have relationships but it was frowned upon.
Anakin turned his attention elsewhere, trying to get his mind off Padme and onto his actual duty of protecting her.
"Arriving at Port Kwilaan," a rough voice said from the intercom.
Just relax Anakin, Anakin thought. Use Obi-Wan's techniques. Anakin started to breath in and out, relaxing his mind. But his mind was clouded with thoughts of Padme's death. Think about something happy. How about thinking about how Padme's hot? Stop it! Jedi aren't supposed to think about that! What would Obi-Wan say about that!?
"What are you thinking about?" A sweet tender voice said.
Anakin opened his eyes and saw Padme staring at him, her head laying on the couch they were sleeping on. "Uh, nothing," Anakin said quickly.
"Oh, Ani," Padme responded with a voice that was tuned as if she were talking to a child. "You're still that awkward boy on Tatooine." Padme stood up. "I'm going to get some water. My throat is a little dry."
With that, Padme left for the fresher' station
"It's never gonna' happen," a deep man's voice said.
"Hey, mind your own business," Anakin said bitterly.
"Hey, I'm not a mind reader or a Jedi," the man said. "Don't worry. I'm just a man who knows people and how they act when they're in love." Anakin turned his head to face the man who he was talking to. He wore a thin cloak and had a lightly trimmed grey beard. He had his feet slung across the couch.
"What did you want to say," Anakin said.
"To put it bluntly, you're in the friend zone."
"What?" Anakin said, partially in denial. "No I'm not! I'm not in the friend zone" The man stared at Anakin.
"You're mayor of the friend zone. Ok? If people want to get in the friend zone, they talk to you," the man said while pointing to Anakin.
"How? How do I get out of it."
"Not to be cynical, but you're pretty much stuck in it."
"I don't want to be in this bantha damned zone," Anakin complained, slightly whining.
"Ok, if you don't want to be in the zone, you gotta' make some money moves. You know, be a little smooth." The man stared at Anakin from top to bottom. "Which obviously, I'm guessin', you don't know how to do. When I say be smooth, you know, stroke her back. Say somethin' sexually. Get real close to her and talk dirty."
"Talk dirty?" A feminine voice said. Anakin turned his head towards where the voice came from. It was Padme. "What are you guys talking about."
The man turned away, acting like he never even talked to Anakin.
"He was talking about, um," Anakin turned his gaze towards the man, seeing if he could make an answer, but his back was turned towards Anakin. "He was talking about dirty money and he was trying to recruit me, for, um, a, uh, mission."
"Really?" Padme replied, smiling. "I thought he was talking about his women problems or something but ok."
Padme returned to her seat and laid down on the cushions to sleep.
Sith, I suck at lying. I probably suck at flirting more, Anakin thought.
What did you think? This is my first story. Comment down below and I'll try to pump out a sequel!