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"Anakin, the council has ordered me to go to Besaid to protect the senator, Ooi Choon Foo," Obi-wan informed his friend. "I am to leave immediately. The council also wants Carl to go with me."
Anakin looked up, surprised, his dark blue eyes studying his ex-master's face. "Carl? I mean, I am grateful that the council thinks so highly of my young apprentice, but do you think he is ready to be away from me?"
"Anakin, you went on your first mission without me when you were eleven. Weren't you even younger?" Obi-wan teased. "The council knows what to do."
"Of course," Anakin replied. He hesitated for awhile. "Carl knows of all this?" Obi-wan nodded. "May the force be with you, master obi-wan, and to my padawan too." As if realizing something, Anakin asked. "What about me?"
"You will stay to protect Senator Amidala," Obi-wan said, turning to leave. "Master," he heard Anakin blurt out suddenly. Obi-wan closed his eyes momentarily, as that one word brought back memories of a young boy whom he had treated like his very own son, and still do. He turned back to the handsome young man, and gave him a quizzical tilt of his head. Anakin swallowed.
"Take care, master. And take care of Carl."
"I WILL treat him like my own grandson," Obi-wan assured, with a promising tone in his voice. *** Padmé closed her thick file of paperwork. She had the sudden urge to talk to someone, but as it was a national holiday tomorrow, her handmaidens were all home with their family. She stretched her neck and walked towards the door, hearing a small polite knock. Swinging open the door, it revealed the handsome face of her Jedi protector, Anakin Skywalker.
"Ani-," she blurted out, stopping herself in time. "Anakin, what brings you here?" Anakin glanced at her with his midnight-blue eyes, before bowing low. "Senator Amidala, I have come to inform you that I shall be your sole protector. Master Obi-wan and my padawan has been posted to another mission."
Padmé's eyes dimmed in disappointment. Over the weeks, she had come to appreciate the company of Carl, who reminded her so much of little Anakin. Carl had often sneaked into her room while his master meditated, to talk to her. She suspected that the little dude had a teeny crush on her, but she dismissed me as child-like infatuation. After all, Ani had a crush on her too, but it apparently faded throughout the years. "Oh, thank you then, Master Jedi, for informing me." Anakin nodded and bowed again.
"You're welcome, milady." As he turned to walk away, Padmé let out a "Anakin". Half-turning, Anakin looked at her with his intense stare, his eyebrows raised questioningly. His curls that had grown long through the last three weeks fell over his forehead, making his face look more boyish and handsome, more the nineteen year old boy he should be.
Padmé realized with a start that she was staring at him, and she lowered her eyes shyly. "Anakin, I have decided to take a long break. Actually, I was forced to make the decision to take a long break from the Senate, especially with all the attempts on my life. I will be going to the lake country. You would come?" She asked.
"Of course, milady. How else would I protect you?" He said, gracing her with his grin. "However, I would suggest you leave your servants and handmaidens here, in Theed." As Padmé opened her mouth to protest, Anakin hurriedly explained. "I'm not suspecting them, they're probably totally loyal to you," he justified. "It's just that right now everyone, including your handmaidens, may be an assasinator. I'm just doing my duty, milady."
Padmé racked her brains to retort, to her maddening annoyance, she actually saw logic in his statement. With a resigned sigh, she turned to her Jedi protector, and nodded. *** "What did you put in here? Stones?" Anakin asked, as he lifted her bags almost effortlessly, his face contorted in mock pain. "We're taking an extended vacation, not moving Naboo to Tattoine," he said, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the flier. He turned to face the control panel, hiding the spark of electricity he had felt when he touched her hand.
"Ha-ha, Anakin," Padmé replied, rolling her eyes at the typical teenager comment. As she watched him fiddle with the control with a determined and serious look on his handsome face, her mind began to wonder. (How can one boy be so typically teenager, and suddenly transform into a perfect Jedi?)
"Is there something wrong, milady?" Anakin asked, his hands self- consciously touching his tanned face. Padmé blinked, then scowled. She gave a resigned sigh. "Ani-, Anakin, I've told you many many times, you don't have to address me as milady. I'm on leave now remember? I'm just plain old Padmé." Padmé gave a smile as she sat down next to Anakin, her shoulders touching his broad ones.
"Plain and old? That's not possible," Anakin blurted out, before he could gain control of his thoughts and feelings. Padmé turned her head sharply, expecting to see Anakin's trademark, rare lopsided smirk. Instead, a pair of serious, yet hopeful midnight-blue eyes met her honey brown ones. Not knowing what to do, Padmé looked down. She was aware of her feelings for Anakin, feelings that was so strong that it felt like a firestorm, eating everything in its path. Everyday, as she stared at him, a little part of her dies in the knowledge that he would never be hers.
"I'm sorry," Anakin apologized, swallowing hard. "That was wrong."
"You don't have to apologize," was the simple reply. "I shall retire," Padmé said abruptly. Anakin, ever the Jedi, stood up politely and bowed. His eyes followed her back that was covered partly by her dark curls all the way to her room, before sitting down. As he closed his eyes, he relaxed his body. And yet his mind was ever vigilant, ready to protect the woman he love with all his might. ***
A/N: I'm really behind the update thing, and I apologize. My computer was down. sorry. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Oh, and do review? It's encouraging.
"Anakin, the council has ordered me to go to Besaid to protect the senator, Ooi Choon Foo," Obi-wan informed his friend. "I am to leave immediately. The council also wants Carl to go with me."
Anakin looked up, surprised, his dark blue eyes studying his ex-master's face. "Carl? I mean, I am grateful that the council thinks so highly of my young apprentice, but do you think he is ready to be away from me?"
"Anakin, you went on your first mission without me when you were eleven. Weren't you even younger?" Obi-wan teased. "The council knows what to do."
"Of course," Anakin replied. He hesitated for awhile. "Carl knows of all this?" Obi-wan nodded. "May the force be with you, master obi-wan, and to my padawan too." As if realizing something, Anakin asked. "What about me?"
"You will stay to protect Senator Amidala," Obi-wan said, turning to leave. "Master," he heard Anakin blurt out suddenly. Obi-wan closed his eyes momentarily, as that one word brought back memories of a young boy whom he had treated like his very own son, and still do. He turned back to the handsome young man, and gave him a quizzical tilt of his head. Anakin swallowed.
"Take care, master. And take care of Carl."
"I WILL treat him like my own grandson," Obi-wan assured, with a promising tone in his voice. *** Padmé closed her thick file of paperwork. She had the sudden urge to talk to someone, but as it was a national holiday tomorrow, her handmaidens were all home with their family. She stretched her neck and walked towards the door, hearing a small polite knock. Swinging open the door, it revealed the handsome face of her Jedi protector, Anakin Skywalker.
"Ani-," she blurted out, stopping herself in time. "Anakin, what brings you here?" Anakin glanced at her with his midnight-blue eyes, before bowing low. "Senator Amidala, I have come to inform you that I shall be your sole protector. Master Obi-wan and my padawan has been posted to another mission."
Padmé's eyes dimmed in disappointment. Over the weeks, she had come to appreciate the company of Carl, who reminded her so much of little Anakin. Carl had often sneaked into her room while his master meditated, to talk to her. She suspected that the little dude had a teeny crush on her, but she dismissed me as child-like infatuation. After all, Ani had a crush on her too, but it apparently faded throughout the years. "Oh, thank you then, Master Jedi, for informing me." Anakin nodded and bowed again.
"You're welcome, milady." As he turned to walk away, Padmé let out a "Anakin". Half-turning, Anakin looked at her with his intense stare, his eyebrows raised questioningly. His curls that had grown long through the last three weeks fell over his forehead, making his face look more boyish and handsome, more the nineteen year old boy he should be.
Padmé realized with a start that she was staring at him, and she lowered her eyes shyly. "Anakin, I have decided to take a long break. Actually, I was forced to make the decision to take a long break from the Senate, especially with all the attempts on my life. I will be going to the lake country. You would come?" She asked.
"Of course, milady. How else would I protect you?" He said, gracing her with his grin. "However, I would suggest you leave your servants and handmaidens here, in Theed." As Padmé opened her mouth to protest, Anakin hurriedly explained. "I'm not suspecting them, they're probably totally loyal to you," he justified. "It's just that right now everyone, including your handmaidens, may be an assasinator. I'm just doing my duty, milady."
Padmé racked her brains to retort, to her maddening annoyance, she actually saw logic in his statement. With a resigned sigh, she turned to her Jedi protector, and nodded. *** "What did you put in here? Stones?" Anakin asked, as he lifted her bags almost effortlessly, his face contorted in mock pain. "We're taking an extended vacation, not moving Naboo to Tattoine," he said, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the flier. He turned to face the control panel, hiding the spark of electricity he had felt when he touched her hand.
"Ha-ha, Anakin," Padmé replied, rolling her eyes at the typical teenager comment. As she watched him fiddle with the control with a determined and serious look on his handsome face, her mind began to wonder. (How can one boy be so typically teenager, and suddenly transform into a perfect Jedi?)
"Is there something wrong, milady?" Anakin asked, his hands self- consciously touching his tanned face. Padmé blinked, then scowled. She gave a resigned sigh. "Ani-, Anakin, I've told you many many times, you don't have to address me as milady. I'm on leave now remember? I'm just plain old Padmé." Padmé gave a smile as she sat down next to Anakin, her shoulders touching his broad ones.
"Plain and old? That's not possible," Anakin blurted out, before he could gain control of his thoughts and feelings. Padmé turned her head sharply, expecting to see Anakin's trademark, rare lopsided smirk. Instead, a pair of serious, yet hopeful midnight-blue eyes met her honey brown ones. Not knowing what to do, Padmé looked down. She was aware of her feelings for Anakin, feelings that was so strong that it felt like a firestorm, eating everything in its path. Everyday, as she stared at him, a little part of her dies in the knowledge that he would never be hers.
"I'm sorry," Anakin apologized, swallowing hard. "That was wrong."
"You don't have to apologize," was the simple reply. "I shall retire," Padmé said abruptly. Anakin, ever the Jedi, stood up politely and bowed. His eyes followed her back that was covered partly by her dark curls all the way to her room, before sitting down. As he closed his eyes, he relaxed his body. And yet his mind was ever vigilant, ready to protect the woman he love with all his might. ***
A/N: I'm really behind the update thing, and I apologize. My computer was down. sorry. I'll try to update as soon as possible. Oh, and do review? It's encouraging.