Disclaimer:Nope, don't own 'em. Would be very happy (and very rich) if I did, but I don't. However, if Good Ol' Georgie ever feels like selling Obi-Wan/Mr. Ewan McGregor-Sir, he can hand him over to me anytime he feels like it. But, as it is, I am making no money, will never make money from this, and don't particularly care that I don't. The moral of this little tale is two itty-bitty words. Don't sue.
Rating:I guess it would be G, because I don't really say anything bad...
Author's Note: This is for all of you that told me you couldn't tell who I was writing about (You know who you are!). I just figured I'd write the sequel and leave it hanging again. I hope you can figure out who I'm writing about by now, because it definately isn't one of the two if you read carefully enough. I think I gave a bigger hint in this one, but still it's not really a good hint. If you really want to know who I'm writing about, then re-read the first part very carefully. Enjoy!!!
"Ami, I love you."
Those same words spoken to her, almost in the same tone of voice. And yet these same words had such different meanings to her.
Coming from one, they made her feel safe and loved. From the other, in addition to those feelings, they made her feel confused and torn.
Yes, she loved this man. Tall and strong, like the other. Sandy haired and blue eyed, the two Jedi were like brothers more than anything else. And, yes, both of them had professed their love for her.
She loved them both as well, God help her. It eluded her completely how the two could be so alike, outside and in, and yet could arouse such dissimilar emotions within her.
Like the man before her now. She loved him so much it was unbearable, he had given her hope when it seemed there was none, stood by her side in the worst of times, seen all her faults and stood by her still. (Perhaps he was as flawed as she?)
Yes, she loved this man. But not like the other. Never like the other. This man didn't make her stomach twist when he had kissed her, he didn't make her want to forsake everything she had ever believed in for a moment in his embrace. But she loved him still.
Queen Amidala stepped closer to the man and hugged him. She tugged gently on his ponytail, once used to torment him, now more of an endearment than anything else.
"I love you too, . . ."
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