Interlude:
Special Edition
By obi's girl
Summary: Originally, I wanted to connect Triangle with Their Love, but that didn't seem to fit after I finished Triangle because Obi/Ami didn't end up
together like I hoped they would. So, this is what the Interlude is for. Come What May & Your Song are from Moulin Rouge will be sung by Obi-Wan
and Padmé in this one! Enjoy:)
Disclaimer: The whole glorious Star Wars Universe belongs to the almighty, George Lucas. No one can dispute that, and Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz
Luhrmann.
Padmé paced worriedly about her quarters, glancing at the HoloNet. She was supposed to have called Anakin hours ago but she was too nervous. Obi-Wan volunteered to go with her but she said she could take care of it by herself and it was best he hear the news from her only. Padmé realized
how much she always loved Obi-Wan and that she wanted her life to be with him.
She punched in her ID and connected to Coruscant's Directory. She scrolled down until she found a direct link to the Jedi Temple. Calm girl, you can do this. Just tell him and everything will be all right. Finally, Ani answered a smile on his face. He had changed about him. He was taller; his hair was
no longer sandy blonde but a dark brown with a hint of blonde, handsome but still had that lost boy innocence about him. "Ani, it's been a long time...Do you..."
"Remember you? Of course, I do Padmé. Why are you calling? Is something wrong? Is my Master all right?"
She nodded, "Obi-Wan's fine. He got here okay but I need to talk to you; it's important."
He smiled, staring into her eyes, leaning forward, "I can always make time for you, Padmé."
Padmé titled her head, slightly nervous but continued anyway, "There's something I have to tell you..."
**
Regretfully, as Obi-Wan waited to hear back from Padmé, her staff summoned him. He sighed, leaving the gardens, plucking a purple flower as he walked down the path. "A lovely flower, for a sweet love." He mused. I won't let her go; I won't.
**
Anakin smiled stared back at Padmé. Ten years apart from her was too much, in his opinion 'cause in that time frame allot could have changed but he didn't want to think about that. But those ten years didn't make a difference to him. She was the same, mature in age, yes, but the same sweet handmaiden with a secret. And he knew what that secret was. He knew why she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him and that she couldn't spend her life with anybody else but him. Of course, that's what he fantasized about.
Padmé tried to keep a calm face but she couldn't stop thinking about how she was going to tell Ani that she couldn't be with him. How would he take it? Would he understand? Would he hate her for refusing him? More importantly, if he found it was because of Obi-Wan, their friendship would be more than strained, it would be damaged beyond repair.
Ani's smile broadened, his brown eyes staring back at her. "So, what did you want to talk about, Padmé?"
"Ani, I, there's something I have to tell you...I...I have to borrow your Master for a little while longer, here. We don't know who's behind the attempts but I' feel safer knowing I have him with me." She replied, shocked by her own words. She was supposed to say, "Ani, I love you, but I can't be with
you because I love Obi-Wan, your Master. You understand, right?"
Ani smiled, "That's fine with me. I already have a lot of stress to deal with here. Borrow him as long as you need. I don't mind."
She shrugged, "Are you sure?"
"Of course. Padmé, if you need him there longer, it's fine with me. I trust you. You are my sweet Angel." He said, glancing at the Temple. "Anyway, I better get going. I have to prepare for tests and I need to be focused."
He nodded, "I'm just glad I got to see you before you left."
Padmé smiled back wearily then sighed, "I'm glad too, Ani."
**
Obi-Wan shook his head as he exited the briefing with Captain Typho and Padmé's staff. Word reached Naboo about Ani's mother, Shmi Skywalker. She was dead. According to a friend, she was outside returning from work when a group of Mandalorians took siege of the homestead, along with other captives and executed them one by one. Of course, it was just coincidence they picked the Skywalker residence but that didn't erase the pain inside of him. Force, why? Ani doesn't need this right now. Obi-Wan cursed as Padmé suddenly met him half way down the hall.
"Obi-Wan, I have to talk to you!"
He peered up and frowned. Padmé. How was he going to tell her? He couldn't bear to hurt her but if he didn't tell her, someone else would but first the problem with Anakin, and dealing with their renewed feelings for each other. "What happened? You told Ani?" he asked, confused by her actions.
Padmé hesitated, pacing away from him, biting her lip. "I was going to; that was the plan..." She began as Obi-Wan crossed his arms under his cloak as she continued, "I don't know; I panicked and before I knew it, words tumbled out of my mouth that I needed you here longer because I felt safer."
Obi-Wan nodded, raising an eyebrow and smiled, "You feel safe with me? Why?"
She shrugged, shaking her head, "I didn't know what to say to him. So I told him I needed you on Naboo, because I feel safe when you're around."
Kenobi frowned, interrupting her. "Padmé, Shmi's dead."
Padmé fell down on a near by chair and raised both her hands to her mouth, choking back her tears. She always considered Shmi a strong-willed woman and very caring; her faith in Anakin was unwavering. Ani? He loved her so much? What would happen if he found out? How would he react?
"Dead? When did you find this out? Did you have a vision?"
He nodded no, sitting beside her, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder, "No, I didn't. The Council connected me to your staff office after our small meeting in the garden."
"What did they say?" she asked, staring at her hands.
Obi-Wan couldn't blame her for not looking at him. Shmi meant so much to her. Even if she knew her for a short time, Padmé admired Shmi for her courage to let Anakin go. "Master Yoda said not to tell, Ani. The Council will be testing him again soon and he needs to be completely focused; no distractions." Kenobi paused, his eyes dropping to the floor. "It was Mandalorians. They took siege of the homestead and others, executing them one by one."
Padmé turned away, staring out the window, her tears reflecting in the glass. "Then we need to go to Tatooine and pay our respects."
**
Padmé huffed as she gazed one last time at Theed Palace. She hated leaving in such hurry but the longer she stayed there; the harder it would be to tell Anakin the truth. Anakin's mother, her feelings for Obi- Wan...Everything seemed to be a spiral. A spiral slowly getting darker and darker. Padmé nodded, turned to the Cruiser as it docked, then nodded as she noticed Obi-Wan arrive.
He smiled at her, "Ready to go?"
She only sighed, turning and boarding the ship, carrying her dress in hand. Obi-Wan glanced back at Theed before following her up the ramp.
**
Obi-Wan gasped as he entered the galley. Padmé sat at one of the tables, fingering the Jappor snip Anakin gave her years earlier when he was still a boy. He knew the trip wasn't going to be easy for her but it was the only way she could be free of her conscience. A part of her loved Ani, but another
part of her loved Obi-Wan and the two were starting to outweigh the other, setting off an imbalance.
"Padmé?"
She gazed up at him, letting go of the Jappor snip. "Hello, Obi-Wan."
He sighed again, sitting down across from her. "You know, we don't have to go to Tatooine if you don't want to."
"No, Obi-Wan. I need to. Shmi, she was...a very sweet woman. It's only proper I say good bye after all that she done to help us."
**
Tatooine.
Padmé stared at the planet below, remembering her first time on the rock some 10 years ago. Back then Ani was just a boy with so many dreams. She smiled remembering what he said to her in the junk shop. He said one day he'd fly away from the place and become a pilot, then Padmé said he was only a boy, but he smiled mischievously, nodding, "But I'll grow up."
And indeed Anakin Skywalker did grow up. A nineteen-year-old, now a Jedi Padawan, still dreaming and still the same lost boy she had met years ago. However, he was reckless, stubborn, unfocused and wild. The Council kept him close, always testing his skills, putting him to the limit whenever possible.
Back then, he knew I was special; knew I would always be in his life - that one day I would be his, only I'm not, Ani. My heart doesn't belong to you.
She sighed staring out the window, distracted by the planet she didn't even notice Obi-Wan. He cleared his throat, startling her. He smiled briefly and nodded, "It's time." then added softly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure. Let's go."
**
Though Obi-Wan was at her side, Padmé felt uneasy as she neared Watto's Junk shop. The place was abandoned. Of course, since slavery was outlawed 5 years earlier by the Senate, all of Tatooine had to find another source of income. The answer: Trading. Ships came to the dusty planet so
often it was always hard to keep track if people were coming in or going out.
In the junk shop, some minor parts were scattered on the counter and the working droids were gone. Padmé turned Obi-Wan and nodded. The Jedi head out back to search for anyone to help them as she searched the shop for any clue to what happened. After awhile, Padmé gave up, resting on a lone chair in the corner. She only looked up when Obi-Wan came back. He saw she was exhausted and frowned. "Nothing."
"I didn't find anything useful either," Padmé returned, "Maybe we should head over to the slave quarters."
The Jedi nodded, "They may still be there but they would be abandoned because slavery is outlawed. I doubt we would find anyone."
"What do we do then?"
Obi-Wan shrugged, looking amongst the various mechanical parts on the counter. He picked up what looked like a gear from an engine. He examined it for the longest time until a vision struck him.
He saw Watto, nervously negotiating with a dark warrior. No, not one dark warrior. There were others. The leader raised his hand, causing the Toydarian to hurriedly rush over to negotiate further but he was too late. The warrior to the leaders' right raised his gun and shot the alien in the stomach. Watto fell to the floor, gasping for air as the murderers walked out of the shop. The leader spoke with the other two briefly before they split up, leaving the leader alone. Obi-Wan jerked, the gear falling out of his hand. He glanced at Padmé. She was thankfully oblivious to his actions and nodded, "Padmé, whatever happened here...we can't stay to find out."
She faced him again, a confused look on her face as he continued, "I know you wanted to say good bye to Shmi but from the looks of things around here, and the feeling I have right now, I don't think this place is safe. It's possible the Mandalorians attacked the shop."
Padmé nodded, standing, "But why? What's so important they would knock of a small junk shop? No, there has to be more to this." She paused momentarily, looking around the place, "But you're right. It's not safe here. We should go before...well, I don't even want to think about that."
**
~~Padmé stood smiling across from the Jedi as the officiator led them in their vows. The wedding was so beautiful. It was set on one of the hillsides on Naboo, attended by Sabé, Padmé's long time friend and a couple of her current bodyguards. Obi-Wan was handsome. His brown beard was trimmed for the occasion, his eyes locked on hers. The weather, thankfully, was cooperating with them. Finally, as the officiator said the last words, Padmé fell forward and kissed Obi-Wan.
"You may now kiss the bride...of course, no one needs to tell you two that." He added.
Obi-Wan smiled, staring at her. "Now, nothing can ever stop us from being together. 'Till death do us part is a long time, Padmé."
She only smiled, kissing him again as a faint applause started in the background. As Padmé hugged him, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, a dark figure standing off in the distance. She let go of Obi-Wan, as the figure walked closer to her. The man let down his hood to reveal a young Jedi in tears. His Padawan braid was cut and his eyes were cold. He nodded in despair.
"How could you do this, Padmé? How could you kill me?" Anakin cried.
Padmé looked down to his stomach. The handle of a lightsaber was jabbed into his abdomen, encircled by blood. She grabbed the light sabre, pushing it further as Obi-Wan stood back, smiling as Padmé killed Anakin. Anakin fought back a cry as he fell to the ground, Padmé's jaded Jappor snippet falling out of his hands. ~~~
**
Obi-Wan awoke from the vision, sweat trailing down his forehead. No, not a vision. A nightmare. He looked around the ship. Padmé wasn't anywhere. She was probably in her quarters, sleeping peacefully. He fell back onto his bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Things were very complicated now; first his feelings for Padmé, Shmi's death and Anakin. Anakin. No, he didn't want to hurt his Padawan but he couldn't hide his feelings for Padmé. He loved her, always loved her. She was the one constant in his life that kept him from loosing his sanity.
"Never knew I could feel like this; It's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forget everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring - But I love you till the end of time." he mused, grabbing a small box from his cloak.
He opened it to reveal a small crafted silver ring. While they looked around on Tatooine, Obi-Wan talked to one of the craftsmen. He told the man what he wanted and crafted it perfectly for him.
"Come what may, come what may, come what may - I will love you until my dying day." Obi-Wan smiled, shut the box and jumped off the bed, heading for the door.
Now, all he had to do was ask and pray, she'd say 'Yes'.
**
"Padmé, are you in here?" Obi-Wan asked, peeking in the room. No one answered but he spotted some dresses laid out and her Jappor snippet Anakin gave her. The Jedi stared at the necklace for a while, realizing for the first time its significance. He was so hypnotized, he didn't even hear or sense Padmé come in a robe, hair drenched in water.
"Obi-Wan?"
The Jedi looked up and smiled, then frowned slightly. Padmé's brown hair was dripping wet, her skin damp from the shower. "Sorry. I'll come back when you're dressed."
Padmé sat down, grabbing a brush and started to work on her hair and sighed, "Don't worry about it, Obi-Wan. Was there something you wanted?"
He nodded, looking down sheepishly, "Seriously, I can come back later if you need to get dressed."
She turned to him and smiled, "You keep saying that. Is there something wrong?"
Obi-Wan didn't even look up at her. As a Jedi, he wasn't prepared for these types of situations but neither was he prepared to fall in love with the same woman his Padawan loved. He gazed up at her briefly and almost fell back. Padmé stifled back a laugh, helping him to his feet.
"Obi-Wan, what is wrong with you? You're stumbling everywhere. I thought Jedi were more coordinated than that."
Coordinated? At that, he stood up abruptly, saluted her and exited the room. Padmé shrugged, continuing to brush her hair.
**
I saluted her. I saluted her and she's not even a military official. I must have seemed like an idiot. Sithspawn, this is going to be harder than I thought. Obi-Wan mused as he walked down the hall to the miniature dining room. He nodded entering and fell onto a chair, slouching, staring at the stars. "Whenever I needed guidance, now is the time, Master."
Hmm. What do you want to know, Obi-Wan?
Obi-Wan turned, facing the ghost form of his Master. Qui-Gon was sitting on the opposite chair, across from him with a sly grin on his face. He nodded, "This is serious, Master. Before when girls flocked around, I was always every confidant but around Padmé, I feel like...I feel like I'm a 16 adolescent boy."
Obi-Wan, that's not necessarily a bad thing. You're a man; she's woman. There's bound to be some tension.
"Yes, and the name of that tension is Anakin Skywalker, my Padawan. How am I supposed to deal with this?" Obi-Wan retorted, standing up.
Qui-Gon shrugged, Romance has never been my department, Obi-Wan. But you - when you were young and single, you told them you were the only thing you ever thought about, the only thing you dreamed about...
He waved his hand and smiled, "Romance is not your department? You're spewing out poetry."
Jinn smiled, standing up alongside his Padawan. All right, here's my advice, just be yourself. You don't have to be a Jedi and work some fancy tricks. She loves you for you and you might want to work on that charm and killer smile to win her. Qui-Gon paused, laying a hand on his Padawan's shoulder, The rest is up to you. May the Force be with you and vanished.
"Thank you, Qui-Gon." He laughed, "You really are a romantic at heart."
**
"Obi-Wan?" Padmé questioned as she was chauffeured blind folded into the galley, "Where are we going?"
Obi-Wan made her stand still as he went off, lighting the candles around the room. He removed the cover to the chicken slightly, so she would get a small whiff of it. Padmé smelled it and smiled but didn't say anything. Obi- Wan walked back over and removed the blind fold, standing behind her and kissed her cheek.
She nodded tears in her eyes. Everything was so beautiful. A cooked dinner, candlelight and several small candles lined around the room, shaped in a heart. A vase stood in the middle of the table, holding two purple flowers while the rest of the room was lit with purple, well the ceiling anyway. Anakin had never done anything like this for her; he always used the Force to impress her but never anything like this.
He kissed her cheek again and smiled, "Shall we?"
Padmé looked and him, nodding yes. Obi-Wan removed himself from her back, held out his hand to her, leading her to the table. She sat down, smiling brightly at Obi-Wan, tears still in her eyes. "Obi-Wan, this is really so beautiful. Really beautiful."
The Jedi smiled, "And that's not all. I have something else planned for you later but for now, eat and enjoy."
**
Padmé moaned happily, as she felt Obi-Wan's soft hand massage her back. Dinner was wonderful, very delicious. Everything he had done up until that point was exactly what she needed. She had been under so much stress. Anakin, Shmi's death, finding Watto's junk shop totally trashed...She knew something was up but no. Now was not the time to worry about such things. Now was a time to relax.
He leaned down, brushing her hair aside and smiled, "Enjoying yourself Padmé?"
"This was really sweet, Obi-Wan. Thank you. I needed this." She smiled, turning to him, "Of course you knew that. You're a Jedi."
Obi-Wan smiled, shrugging, "Telepathy via the Force does have its advantages."
"Yeah, what am I thinking right now?"
He closed his eyes, placing his fingers on her temples. Padmé started to laugh but stopped because she didn't want to ruin his focus. "I sense...I sense worry, anxiety, suspicions." He opened his and eyes and nodded, "And I thought my soft hands would take away those worries."
She laughed, "You heard that, huh?" Padmé frowned, falling back onto the couch. "I wish I didn't have to worry, Obi-Wan, but I do. Watto's shop, Shmi's death... I know something is going on. It scares me."
The Jedi frowned but perked up again, massaging her back. "It scares me too, Padmé." He paused, settling down on a near by chair. "But...well, there's something I have to tell you; something I have to ask."
Padmé sat up, grabbing a robe, "What is it, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan gasped, taking her hand and smiled, kneeling down. "Padmé Naberrie, I love you. Throughout the years we've known each other, I've watched you grow into a beautiful, intelligent and successful woman. During the Trade Federation crisis, when I acted as your protector, I had no idea I was really protecting your decoy, Sabé, and not you. I think I did suspect it wasn't you."
"Now, I look at you and how far we've come, and how much we have grown together as individuals, I want us to grow together. I want us to experience falling in love with each other every day until the end of time. Padmé, I always knew you were special when I met you."
She laughed, raising an eyebrow, "Right, you knew I was special the minute you met me?"
He shrugged, "So I didn't know then but I knew later on, I knew. When Qui- Gon talked to me about a spoiled, out spoken handmaiden, with a bit of a royal side, I thought it impossible that the person I was guarding wasn't you. He knew. I suspected something but not until after you revealed your
identity to the Gungans."
"I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Obi-Wan paused, removing a black box from his cloak and smiled, revealing the crafted ring, "Padmé, will you be my wife?"
Padmé stared back at him, tears in her eyes. She kissed his cheek, whispering yes. Obi-Wan smiled, slipping the ring on her finger. Obi-Wan kissed her passionately, both laughing.
**
Anakin Skywalker held his head high as he entered the Jedi Council Chamber. He hadn't expected to hear from them, since his Master was gone. He gazed at each one of them. Their expressions, they looked the same as they always did but something was different. He could feel it. Mace leaned forward with a grave expression on his face. Anakin still held his high head.
"Anakin, there's no easy way to say this to you, but we've decided this couldn't wait until your Master returned...." Mace began.
Skywalker glanced at Yoda, then back at Mace. "What is it, Master?"
Mace sighed, "Your mother is dead."
Anakin felt the sting of his words as they spilled out of his mouth. His mother dead. It felt unreal. He looked at each Jedi Master; their expression was calm, but sorrowful. Anakin gulped, turning on his heel and left without bowing. Once outside the chamber, he fell onto the floor, burying his head in his lap, crying.
**
Once Padmé and Obi-Wan returned to Naboo, Padmé went to work on the wedding. Since Obi-Wan was a Jedi and she didn't want the proceedings to be all over the HoloNet, they both opted for a small wedding. Just family, mainly Padmé's and some of their old friends. Sabé was able to attend, which was a surprise considering she had a busy schedule as the Minister of Defense. Padmé's mother was able to come, though her health wasn't very good, along with Padmé's siblings, nieces and nephews.
Before the wedding took place, each sister questioned Obi-Wan about his background and family. Obi-Wan smiled, telling all he possibly could, even some about his late Master, Qui-Gon Jinn and how he met Padmé. Padmé's mother didn't ask very much but Padmé knew she approved.
One night at dinner, Sabé pulled her friend aside and wished her the best. Sabé even told her she and Palpatine had become intimate and were very happy. Sabé glanced at the dining room and sighed, "He's a good catch, Padmé. Don't ever lose him."
Padmé smiled all right, though somewhat worried for her friend.
**
After that night, Padmé never once saw Obi-Wan. He was always busy, and when she did actually see him he made an excuse saying he had a project to work on for the wedding. She tried to pry out of him what it was but he knew better. He was a Jedi after all. She knew Obi-Wan could be secretive sometimes but the anxiety of what he could be possibly working on was killing her.
One night, while eating dinner with her parents, the video COM beeped. Padmé stood up, hoping it was Obi-Wan but was shocked when she saw it was someone else dear to her and hurt. The Padawan held his heads low, fresh tears on his cheek. "Anakin, is something wrong?"
He nodded no, unable to face her. "She's gone, Padmé. They killed her."
"Who? Who's gone?"
Finally, he looked up at her. Padmé stared back at Anakin with uncertainty but though she didn't know what he was talking about, he could feel something about her had changed. The feeling passed and he continued, calming down a bit. "Shmi, my mother...she's dead."
Shmi. He knows about her. Sithspawn, the Council wasn't supposed to tell him. Padmé smiled back reassuringly, "It was an accident, Anakin."
"How do you know?"
"I went to Tatooine with Obi-Wan. He told me what happened and I said I needed to pay my respects to her and perhaps find out what happened. We didn't. We didn't find anything. I'm sorry, Ani." Padmé admitted.
He shrugged, somewhat aware what she was saying. "Obi-Wan knew and he didn't tell me? But he told you. Why?"
She nodded, "Obi-Wan didn't want to upset you. And you were so busy with finals and training; he wanted you focused. Anakin, he was only looking out for your well-being. He didn't mean to hurt you."
"Forget it. I need to go." He mused, gazing up at her, "I know you're busy with your family, but is there any way you could return to Coruscant?"
"No, I'm afraid not but I promise, the minute Obi-Wan and I get back, we'll work this out, Anakin." She smiled, "Smile, Ani. Smile for me. Please."
The boy smiled, shutting off the COM. Padmé huffed, returning to the table.
**
Padmé glanced around, smiling hello to her parents and sister. Her smile grew even wider when she saw Sabé. The two women hugged and kissed. "Sabé, you have no idea how happy I am you're here."
She rolled her eyes, brushing her curly brown hair. "I think I know. I'm glad I could come, Padmé. With my busy schedule as Minister of Defense, it's hard for me to get away for more than a few days." Sabé paused, looking around for Obi-Wan, "You know, I haven't seen Obi-Wan since you came
here. Do you know where he is?"
"No, I don't. I haven't seen him all week." She hesitated, puling back a bit, "Sabé, what if he's changed his mind? What if he doesn't want me?"
Sabé smiled, "He loves you, Padmé. He always has. Believe me, he wants you. He's wanted you forever but was unreachable because of Anakin.
Speaking of Ani, how is he?"
The Senator drew her gaze away from Sabé, sighing. Sabé understood, changing the subject, "I'm going to look for Obi-Wan and make sure he actually shows up for his own wedding." As she started down the aisle, Sabé turned, smiling, "Don't worry, Padmé. He's crazy about you."
She smiled back, as Sabé turned, searching for the Jedi.
**
"Obi-Wan, are you in here?" Sabé questioned as she entered the small house. The Jedi came down the stairs, smiling at Sabé, rubbing his shaven beard. She turned to him, smiling. "Don't you look nice? Come on, Padmé's waiting."
"Thank you, Sabé." He replied, walking past her with a smile.
She nodded, falling back on the wall, "You still are a handsome one, Obi- Wan Kenobi."
He looked back at her, staring, "Sabé, aren't you coming? You are her maid of honor, are you not?""
Sabé stood straight, brushing up her blue dress. "Yes, I am and as maid of honor, let's get you married."
**
Waiting for Obi-Wan with the officiator, Padmé wore a light silk white gown, purple flowers woven in her hair. She smiled at the old man who was to conduct the ceremony, glancing at her parents and siblings. Her sisters had questioned looks on their faces if Obi-Wan would show but Padmé knew
better. She nodded, catching a glimpse of her maid of honor, walking down the aisle, standing next to her, followed by Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master soon to be her husband. She smiled, grabbing hold of her friends' hand.
As Obi-Wan approached her, he gave her small kiss on the cheek before the officiator began to lead them in their vows. The wedding was so beautiful. It was set on one of the hillsides on Naboo, attended by Sabé, Padmé's long time friend and her family. Obi-Wan was handsome. His brown beard was trimmed for the occasion, his eyes locked on hers. The weather, thankfully, was cooperating with them. Finally, as the officiator said the last words, Padmé fell forward and kissed Obi-Wan.
Padmé and Obi-Wan didn't hear what the old man was saying. The Jedi stared at the woman before him to be his wife and life long soul mate. Everything was perfect, right down to the last detail. She was perfect. Silk white dress, curled hair, her small face...He would love her forever. He turned to the officiator as he said the last things, he knew he recognized.
"Husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride...of course, no one needs to tell you two that." He added. Obi-Wan smiled, staring at her. "Now, nothing can ever stop us from being together. 'Till death do us part is a long time, Padmé." Padmé smiled back as Obi-Wan let go of her hands, grabbing a MIC. He smiled at her, "I wanted to do something special for you, for both of us. So I wrote this song for you."
She laughed, "That one of the lessons Qui-Gon gave you while you were training?"
"No, just something I did during my free time." Obi-Wan answered with a smile. "My gift is my song, and this one's for you." He raised his arm and pointed to her, smiling.
Padmé smiled back, not quite remembering if Anakin ever did anything this special for her. She frowned slightly but brushed the memory away, returning to the present.
He sat down on the stage, holding the MIC in his left hand, "And you can tell everybody, that this is your song. It maybe quite simple but now that it's done." Obi-Wan raised his hand and started to snap his fingers rhythmically, "Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words -
how wonderful life is, now you're in the world..." His eyes scanned through Padmé's various relatives until his eyes fell upon Padmé herself. "Sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss. Though some of these verses well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song.
It's for people like you that, Keep it turned on..."
He stood up from the stage, walked down and knelt in front of Padmé, taking her hand, pulling her up from her seat. Padmé laughed, staring back at Obi- Wan. "So excuse me for getting, but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they are green or they are blue. And well the thing is, well, I really
love you. Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen..."
The chorus swayed with the music, singing, "This is your song, this is your song..."
Once Padmé caught on with the lyrics, she nodded, singing along with Obi- Wan. "And, you can tell everybody that this is your song; it maybe quite simple, but now that it's done." She smiled back at him, her arms reaching around his back, dancing, "Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words -- how wonderful life is, now you're in the world...Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words…How wonderful life is, now you're in the world..."
Obi-Wan smiled, kissing Padmé. "We're going to be great together, I can tell."
The End
Special Edition
By obi's girl
Summary: Originally, I wanted to connect Triangle with Their Love, but that didn't seem to fit after I finished Triangle because Obi/Ami didn't end up
together like I hoped they would. So, this is what the Interlude is for. Come What May & Your Song are from Moulin Rouge will be sung by Obi-Wan
and Padmé in this one! Enjoy:)
Disclaimer: The whole glorious Star Wars Universe belongs to the almighty, George Lucas. No one can dispute that, and Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz
Luhrmann.
Padmé paced worriedly about her quarters, glancing at the HoloNet. She was supposed to have called Anakin hours ago but she was too nervous. Obi-Wan volunteered to go with her but she said she could take care of it by herself and it was best he hear the news from her only. Padmé realized
how much she always loved Obi-Wan and that she wanted her life to be with him.
She punched in her ID and connected to Coruscant's Directory. She scrolled down until she found a direct link to the Jedi Temple. Calm girl, you can do this. Just tell him and everything will be all right. Finally, Ani answered a smile on his face. He had changed about him. He was taller; his hair was
no longer sandy blonde but a dark brown with a hint of blonde, handsome but still had that lost boy innocence about him. "Ani, it's been a long time...Do you..."
"Remember you? Of course, I do Padmé. Why are you calling? Is something wrong? Is my Master all right?"
She nodded, "Obi-Wan's fine. He got here okay but I need to talk to you; it's important."
He smiled, staring into her eyes, leaning forward, "I can always make time for you, Padmé."
Padmé titled her head, slightly nervous but continued anyway, "There's something I have to tell you..."
**
Regretfully, as Obi-Wan waited to hear back from Padmé, her staff summoned him. He sighed, leaving the gardens, plucking a purple flower as he walked down the path. "A lovely flower, for a sweet love." He mused. I won't let her go; I won't.
**
Anakin smiled stared back at Padmé. Ten years apart from her was too much, in his opinion 'cause in that time frame allot could have changed but he didn't want to think about that. But those ten years didn't make a difference to him. She was the same, mature in age, yes, but the same sweet handmaiden with a secret. And he knew what that secret was. He knew why she wanted to talk to him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him and that she couldn't spend her life with anybody else but him. Of course, that's what he fantasized about.
Padmé tried to keep a calm face but she couldn't stop thinking about how she was going to tell Ani that she couldn't be with him. How would he take it? Would he understand? Would he hate her for refusing him? More importantly, if he found it was because of Obi-Wan, their friendship would be more than strained, it would be damaged beyond repair.
Ani's smile broadened, his brown eyes staring back at her. "So, what did you want to talk about, Padmé?"
"Ani, I, there's something I have to tell you...I...I have to borrow your Master for a little while longer, here. We don't know who's behind the attempts but I' feel safer knowing I have him with me." She replied, shocked by her own words. She was supposed to say, "Ani, I love you, but I can't be with
you because I love Obi-Wan, your Master. You understand, right?"
Ani smiled, "That's fine with me. I already have a lot of stress to deal with here. Borrow him as long as you need. I don't mind."
She shrugged, "Are you sure?"
"Of course. Padmé, if you need him there longer, it's fine with me. I trust you. You are my sweet Angel." He said, glancing at the Temple. "Anyway, I better get going. I have to prepare for tests and I need to be focused."
He nodded, "I'm just glad I got to see you before you left."
Padmé smiled back wearily then sighed, "I'm glad too, Ani."
**
Obi-Wan shook his head as he exited the briefing with Captain Typho and Padmé's staff. Word reached Naboo about Ani's mother, Shmi Skywalker. She was dead. According to a friend, she was outside returning from work when a group of Mandalorians took siege of the homestead, along with other captives and executed them one by one. Of course, it was just coincidence they picked the Skywalker residence but that didn't erase the pain inside of him. Force, why? Ani doesn't need this right now. Obi-Wan cursed as Padmé suddenly met him half way down the hall.
"Obi-Wan, I have to talk to you!"
He peered up and frowned. Padmé. How was he going to tell her? He couldn't bear to hurt her but if he didn't tell her, someone else would but first the problem with Anakin, and dealing with their renewed feelings for each other. "What happened? You told Ani?" he asked, confused by her actions.
Padmé hesitated, pacing away from him, biting her lip. "I was going to; that was the plan..." She began as Obi-Wan crossed his arms under his cloak as she continued, "I don't know; I panicked and before I knew it, words tumbled out of my mouth that I needed you here longer because I felt safer."
Obi-Wan nodded, raising an eyebrow and smiled, "You feel safe with me? Why?"
She shrugged, shaking her head, "I didn't know what to say to him. So I told him I needed you on Naboo, because I feel safe when you're around."
Kenobi frowned, interrupting her. "Padmé, Shmi's dead."
Padmé fell down on a near by chair and raised both her hands to her mouth, choking back her tears. She always considered Shmi a strong-willed woman and very caring; her faith in Anakin was unwavering. Ani? He loved her so much? What would happen if he found out? How would he react?
"Dead? When did you find this out? Did you have a vision?"
He nodded no, sitting beside her, placing a comforting arm around her shoulder, "No, I didn't. The Council connected me to your staff office after our small meeting in the garden."
"What did they say?" she asked, staring at her hands.
Obi-Wan couldn't blame her for not looking at him. Shmi meant so much to her. Even if she knew her for a short time, Padmé admired Shmi for her courage to let Anakin go. "Master Yoda said not to tell, Ani. The Council will be testing him again soon and he needs to be completely focused; no distractions." Kenobi paused, his eyes dropping to the floor. "It was Mandalorians. They took siege of the homestead and others, executing them one by one."
Padmé turned away, staring out the window, her tears reflecting in the glass. "Then we need to go to Tatooine and pay our respects."
**
Padmé huffed as she gazed one last time at Theed Palace. She hated leaving in such hurry but the longer she stayed there; the harder it would be to tell Anakin the truth. Anakin's mother, her feelings for Obi- Wan...Everything seemed to be a spiral. A spiral slowly getting darker and darker. Padmé nodded, turned to the Cruiser as it docked, then nodded as she noticed Obi-Wan arrive.
He smiled at her, "Ready to go?"
She only sighed, turning and boarding the ship, carrying her dress in hand. Obi-Wan glanced back at Theed before following her up the ramp.
**
Obi-Wan gasped as he entered the galley. Padmé sat at one of the tables, fingering the Jappor snip Anakin gave her years earlier when he was still a boy. He knew the trip wasn't going to be easy for her but it was the only way she could be free of her conscience. A part of her loved Ani, but another
part of her loved Obi-Wan and the two were starting to outweigh the other, setting off an imbalance.
"Padmé?"
She gazed up at him, letting go of the Jappor snip. "Hello, Obi-Wan."
He sighed again, sitting down across from her. "You know, we don't have to go to Tatooine if you don't want to."
"No, Obi-Wan. I need to. Shmi, she was...a very sweet woman. It's only proper I say good bye after all that she done to help us."
**
Tatooine.
Padmé stared at the planet below, remembering her first time on the rock some 10 years ago. Back then Ani was just a boy with so many dreams. She smiled remembering what he said to her in the junk shop. He said one day he'd fly away from the place and become a pilot, then Padmé said he was only a boy, but he smiled mischievously, nodding, "But I'll grow up."
And indeed Anakin Skywalker did grow up. A nineteen-year-old, now a Jedi Padawan, still dreaming and still the same lost boy she had met years ago. However, he was reckless, stubborn, unfocused and wild. The Council kept him close, always testing his skills, putting him to the limit whenever possible.
Back then, he knew I was special; knew I would always be in his life - that one day I would be his, only I'm not, Ani. My heart doesn't belong to you.
She sighed staring out the window, distracted by the planet she didn't even notice Obi-Wan. He cleared his throat, startling her. He smiled briefly and nodded, "It's time." then added softly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure. Let's go."
**
Though Obi-Wan was at her side, Padmé felt uneasy as she neared Watto's Junk shop. The place was abandoned. Of course, since slavery was outlawed 5 years earlier by the Senate, all of Tatooine had to find another source of income. The answer: Trading. Ships came to the dusty planet so
often it was always hard to keep track if people were coming in or going out.
In the junk shop, some minor parts were scattered on the counter and the working droids were gone. Padmé turned Obi-Wan and nodded. The Jedi head out back to search for anyone to help them as she searched the shop for any clue to what happened. After awhile, Padmé gave up, resting on a lone chair in the corner. She only looked up when Obi-Wan came back. He saw she was exhausted and frowned. "Nothing."
"I didn't find anything useful either," Padmé returned, "Maybe we should head over to the slave quarters."
The Jedi nodded, "They may still be there but they would be abandoned because slavery is outlawed. I doubt we would find anyone."
"What do we do then?"
Obi-Wan shrugged, looking amongst the various mechanical parts on the counter. He picked up what looked like a gear from an engine. He examined it for the longest time until a vision struck him.
He saw Watto, nervously negotiating with a dark warrior. No, not one dark warrior. There were others. The leader raised his hand, causing the Toydarian to hurriedly rush over to negotiate further but he was too late. The warrior to the leaders' right raised his gun and shot the alien in the stomach. Watto fell to the floor, gasping for air as the murderers walked out of the shop. The leader spoke with the other two briefly before they split up, leaving the leader alone. Obi-Wan jerked, the gear falling out of his hand. He glanced at Padmé. She was thankfully oblivious to his actions and nodded, "Padmé, whatever happened here...we can't stay to find out."
She faced him again, a confused look on her face as he continued, "I know you wanted to say good bye to Shmi but from the looks of things around here, and the feeling I have right now, I don't think this place is safe. It's possible the Mandalorians attacked the shop."
Padmé nodded, standing, "But why? What's so important they would knock of a small junk shop? No, there has to be more to this." She paused momentarily, looking around the place, "But you're right. It's not safe here. We should go before...well, I don't even want to think about that."
**
~~Padmé stood smiling across from the Jedi as the officiator led them in their vows. The wedding was so beautiful. It was set on one of the hillsides on Naboo, attended by Sabé, Padmé's long time friend and a couple of her current bodyguards. Obi-Wan was handsome. His brown beard was trimmed for the occasion, his eyes locked on hers. The weather, thankfully, was cooperating with them. Finally, as the officiator said the last words, Padmé fell forward and kissed Obi-Wan.
"You may now kiss the bride...of course, no one needs to tell you two that." He added.
Obi-Wan smiled, staring at her. "Now, nothing can ever stop us from being together. 'Till death do us part is a long time, Padmé."
She only smiled, kissing him again as a faint applause started in the background. As Padmé hugged him, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, a dark figure standing off in the distance. She let go of Obi-Wan, as the figure walked closer to her. The man let down his hood to reveal a young Jedi in tears. His Padawan braid was cut and his eyes were cold. He nodded in despair.
"How could you do this, Padmé? How could you kill me?" Anakin cried.
Padmé looked down to his stomach. The handle of a lightsaber was jabbed into his abdomen, encircled by blood. She grabbed the light sabre, pushing it further as Obi-Wan stood back, smiling as Padmé killed Anakin. Anakin fought back a cry as he fell to the ground, Padmé's jaded Jappor snippet falling out of his hands. ~~~
**
Obi-Wan awoke from the vision, sweat trailing down his forehead. No, not a vision. A nightmare. He looked around the ship. Padmé wasn't anywhere. She was probably in her quarters, sleeping peacefully. He fell back onto his bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Things were very complicated now; first his feelings for Padmé, Shmi's death and Anakin. Anakin. No, he didn't want to hurt his Padawan but he couldn't hide his feelings for Padmé. He loved her, always loved her. She was the one constant in his life that kept him from loosing his sanity.
"Never knew I could feel like this; It's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Every day I'm loving you more and more. Listen to my heart can you hear it sing? Come back to me and forget everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring - But I love you till the end of time." he mused, grabbing a small box from his cloak.
He opened it to reveal a small crafted silver ring. While they looked around on Tatooine, Obi-Wan talked to one of the craftsmen. He told the man what he wanted and crafted it perfectly for him.
"Come what may, come what may, come what may - I will love you until my dying day." Obi-Wan smiled, shut the box and jumped off the bed, heading for the door.
Now, all he had to do was ask and pray, she'd say 'Yes'.
**
"Padmé, are you in here?" Obi-Wan asked, peeking in the room. No one answered but he spotted some dresses laid out and her Jappor snippet Anakin gave her. The Jedi stared at the necklace for a while, realizing for the first time its significance. He was so hypnotized, he didn't even hear or sense Padmé come in a robe, hair drenched in water.
"Obi-Wan?"
The Jedi looked up and smiled, then frowned slightly. Padmé's brown hair was dripping wet, her skin damp from the shower. "Sorry. I'll come back when you're dressed."
Padmé sat down, grabbing a brush and started to work on her hair and sighed, "Don't worry about it, Obi-Wan. Was there something you wanted?"
He nodded, looking down sheepishly, "Seriously, I can come back later if you need to get dressed."
She turned to him and smiled, "You keep saying that. Is there something wrong?"
Obi-Wan didn't even look up at her. As a Jedi, he wasn't prepared for these types of situations but neither was he prepared to fall in love with the same woman his Padawan loved. He gazed up at her briefly and almost fell back. Padmé stifled back a laugh, helping him to his feet.
"Obi-Wan, what is wrong with you? You're stumbling everywhere. I thought Jedi were more coordinated than that."
Coordinated? At that, he stood up abruptly, saluted her and exited the room. Padmé shrugged, continuing to brush her hair.
**
I saluted her. I saluted her and she's not even a military official. I must have seemed like an idiot. Sithspawn, this is going to be harder than I thought. Obi-Wan mused as he walked down the hall to the miniature dining room. He nodded entering and fell onto a chair, slouching, staring at the stars. "Whenever I needed guidance, now is the time, Master."
Hmm. What do you want to know, Obi-Wan?
Obi-Wan turned, facing the ghost form of his Master. Qui-Gon was sitting on the opposite chair, across from him with a sly grin on his face. He nodded, "This is serious, Master. Before when girls flocked around, I was always every confidant but around Padmé, I feel like...I feel like I'm a 16 adolescent boy."
Obi-Wan, that's not necessarily a bad thing. You're a man; she's woman. There's bound to be some tension.
"Yes, and the name of that tension is Anakin Skywalker, my Padawan. How am I supposed to deal with this?" Obi-Wan retorted, standing up.
Qui-Gon shrugged, Romance has never been my department, Obi-Wan. But you - when you were young and single, you told them you were the only thing you ever thought about, the only thing you dreamed about...
He waved his hand and smiled, "Romance is not your department? You're spewing out poetry."
Jinn smiled, standing up alongside his Padawan. All right, here's my advice, just be yourself. You don't have to be a Jedi and work some fancy tricks. She loves you for you and you might want to work on that charm and killer smile to win her. Qui-Gon paused, laying a hand on his Padawan's shoulder, The rest is up to you. May the Force be with you and vanished.
"Thank you, Qui-Gon." He laughed, "You really are a romantic at heart."
**
"Obi-Wan?" Padmé questioned as she was chauffeured blind folded into the galley, "Where are we going?"
Obi-Wan made her stand still as he went off, lighting the candles around the room. He removed the cover to the chicken slightly, so she would get a small whiff of it. Padmé smelled it and smiled but didn't say anything. Obi- Wan walked back over and removed the blind fold, standing behind her and kissed her cheek.
She nodded tears in her eyes. Everything was so beautiful. A cooked dinner, candlelight and several small candles lined around the room, shaped in a heart. A vase stood in the middle of the table, holding two purple flowers while the rest of the room was lit with purple, well the ceiling anyway. Anakin had never done anything like this for her; he always used the Force to impress her but never anything like this.
He kissed her cheek again and smiled, "Shall we?"
Padmé looked and him, nodding yes. Obi-Wan removed himself from her back, held out his hand to her, leading her to the table. She sat down, smiling brightly at Obi-Wan, tears still in her eyes. "Obi-Wan, this is really so beautiful. Really beautiful."
The Jedi smiled, "And that's not all. I have something else planned for you later but for now, eat and enjoy."
**
Padmé moaned happily, as she felt Obi-Wan's soft hand massage her back. Dinner was wonderful, very delicious. Everything he had done up until that point was exactly what she needed. She had been under so much stress. Anakin, Shmi's death, finding Watto's junk shop totally trashed...She knew something was up but no. Now was not the time to worry about such things. Now was a time to relax.
He leaned down, brushing her hair aside and smiled, "Enjoying yourself Padmé?"
"This was really sweet, Obi-Wan. Thank you. I needed this." She smiled, turning to him, "Of course you knew that. You're a Jedi."
Obi-Wan smiled, shrugging, "Telepathy via the Force does have its advantages."
"Yeah, what am I thinking right now?"
He closed his eyes, placing his fingers on her temples. Padmé started to laugh but stopped because she didn't want to ruin his focus. "I sense...I sense worry, anxiety, suspicions." He opened his and eyes and nodded, "And I thought my soft hands would take away those worries."
She laughed, "You heard that, huh?" Padmé frowned, falling back onto the couch. "I wish I didn't have to worry, Obi-Wan, but I do. Watto's shop, Shmi's death... I know something is going on. It scares me."
The Jedi frowned but perked up again, massaging her back. "It scares me too, Padmé." He paused, settling down on a near by chair. "But...well, there's something I have to tell you; something I have to ask."
Padmé sat up, grabbing a robe, "What is it, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan gasped, taking her hand and smiled, kneeling down. "Padmé Naberrie, I love you. Throughout the years we've known each other, I've watched you grow into a beautiful, intelligent and successful woman. During the Trade Federation crisis, when I acted as your protector, I had no idea I was really protecting your decoy, Sabé, and not you. I think I did suspect it wasn't you."
"Now, I look at you and how far we've come, and how much we have grown together as individuals, I want us to grow together. I want us to experience falling in love with each other every day until the end of time. Padmé, I always knew you were special when I met you."
She laughed, raising an eyebrow, "Right, you knew I was special the minute you met me?"
He shrugged, "So I didn't know then but I knew later on, I knew. When Qui- Gon talked to me about a spoiled, out spoken handmaiden, with a bit of a royal side, I thought it impossible that the person I was guarding wasn't you. He knew. I suspected something but not until after you revealed your
identity to the Gungans."
"I guess what I'm trying to say is..." Obi-Wan paused, removing a black box from his cloak and smiled, revealing the crafted ring, "Padmé, will you be my wife?"
Padmé stared back at him, tears in her eyes. She kissed his cheek, whispering yes. Obi-Wan smiled, slipping the ring on her finger. Obi-Wan kissed her passionately, both laughing.
**
Anakin Skywalker held his head high as he entered the Jedi Council Chamber. He hadn't expected to hear from them, since his Master was gone. He gazed at each one of them. Their expressions, they looked the same as they always did but something was different. He could feel it. Mace leaned forward with a grave expression on his face. Anakin still held his high head.
"Anakin, there's no easy way to say this to you, but we've decided this couldn't wait until your Master returned...." Mace began.
Skywalker glanced at Yoda, then back at Mace. "What is it, Master?"
Mace sighed, "Your mother is dead."
Anakin felt the sting of his words as they spilled out of his mouth. His mother dead. It felt unreal. He looked at each Jedi Master; their expression was calm, but sorrowful. Anakin gulped, turning on his heel and left without bowing. Once outside the chamber, he fell onto the floor, burying his head in his lap, crying.
**
Once Padmé and Obi-Wan returned to Naboo, Padmé went to work on the wedding. Since Obi-Wan was a Jedi and she didn't want the proceedings to be all over the HoloNet, they both opted for a small wedding. Just family, mainly Padmé's and some of their old friends. Sabé was able to attend, which was a surprise considering she had a busy schedule as the Minister of Defense. Padmé's mother was able to come, though her health wasn't very good, along with Padmé's siblings, nieces and nephews.
Before the wedding took place, each sister questioned Obi-Wan about his background and family. Obi-Wan smiled, telling all he possibly could, even some about his late Master, Qui-Gon Jinn and how he met Padmé. Padmé's mother didn't ask very much but Padmé knew she approved.
One night at dinner, Sabé pulled her friend aside and wished her the best. Sabé even told her she and Palpatine had become intimate and were very happy. Sabé glanced at the dining room and sighed, "He's a good catch, Padmé. Don't ever lose him."
Padmé smiled all right, though somewhat worried for her friend.
**
After that night, Padmé never once saw Obi-Wan. He was always busy, and when she did actually see him he made an excuse saying he had a project to work on for the wedding. She tried to pry out of him what it was but he knew better. He was a Jedi after all. She knew Obi-Wan could be secretive sometimes but the anxiety of what he could be possibly working on was killing her.
One night, while eating dinner with her parents, the video COM beeped. Padmé stood up, hoping it was Obi-Wan but was shocked when she saw it was someone else dear to her and hurt. The Padawan held his heads low, fresh tears on his cheek. "Anakin, is something wrong?"
He nodded no, unable to face her. "She's gone, Padmé. They killed her."
"Who? Who's gone?"
Finally, he looked up at her. Padmé stared back at Anakin with uncertainty but though she didn't know what he was talking about, he could feel something about her had changed. The feeling passed and he continued, calming down a bit. "Shmi, my mother...she's dead."
Shmi. He knows about her. Sithspawn, the Council wasn't supposed to tell him. Padmé smiled back reassuringly, "It was an accident, Anakin."
"How do you know?"
"I went to Tatooine with Obi-Wan. He told me what happened and I said I needed to pay my respects to her and perhaps find out what happened. We didn't. We didn't find anything. I'm sorry, Ani." Padmé admitted.
He shrugged, somewhat aware what she was saying. "Obi-Wan knew and he didn't tell me? But he told you. Why?"
She nodded, "Obi-Wan didn't want to upset you. And you were so busy with finals and training; he wanted you focused. Anakin, he was only looking out for your well-being. He didn't mean to hurt you."
"Forget it. I need to go." He mused, gazing up at her, "I know you're busy with your family, but is there any way you could return to Coruscant?"
"No, I'm afraid not but I promise, the minute Obi-Wan and I get back, we'll work this out, Anakin." She smiled, "Smile, Ani. Smile for me. Please."
The boy smiled, shutting off the COM. Padmé huffed, returning to the table.
**
Padmé glanced around, smiling hello to her parents and sister. Her smile grew even wider when she saw Sabé. The two women hugged and kissed. "Sabé, you have no idea how happy I am you're here."
She rolled her eyes, brushing her curly brown hair. "I think I know. I'm glad I could come, Padmé. With my busy schedule as Minister of Defense, it's hard for me to get away for more than a few days." Sabé paused, looking around for Obi-Wan, "You know, I haven't seen Obi-Wan since you came
here. Do you know where he is?"
"No, I don't. I haven't seen him all week." She hesitated, puling back a bit, "Sabé, what if he's changed his mind? What if he doesn't want me?"
Sabé smiled, "He loves you, Padmé. He always has. Believe me, he wants you. He's wanted you forever but was unreachable because of Anakin.
Speaking of Ani, how is he?"
The Senator drew her gaze away from Sabé, sighing. Sabé understood, changing the subject, "I'm going to look for Obi-Wan and make sure he actually shows up for his own wedding." As she started down the aisle, Sabé turned, smiling, "Don't worry, Padmé. He's crazy about you."
She smiled back, as Sabé turned, searching for the Jedi.
**
"Obi-Wan, are you in here?" Sabé questioned as she entered the small house. The Jedi came down the stairs, smiling at Sabé, rubbing his shaven beard. She turned to him, smiling. "Don't you look nice? Come on, Padmé's waiting."
"Thank you, Sabé." He replied, walking past her with a smile.
She nodded, falling back on the wall, "You still are a handsome one, Obi- Wan Kenobi."
He looked back at her, staring, "Sabé, aren't you coming? You are her maid of honor, are you not?""
Sabé stood straight, brushing up her blue dress. "Yes, I am and as maid of honor, let's get you married."
**
Waiting for Obi-Wan with the officiator, Padmé wore a light silk white gown, purple flowers woven in her hair. She smiled at the old man who was to conduct the ceremony, glancing at her parents and siblings. Her sisters had questioned looks on their faces if Obi-Wan would show but Padmé knew
better. She nodded, catching a glimpse of her maid of honor, walking down the aisle, standing next to her, followed by Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master soon to be her husband. She smiled, grabbing hold of her friends' hand.
As Obi-Wan approached her, he gave her small kiss on the cheek before the officiator began to lead them in their vows. The wedding was so beautiful. It was set on one of the hillsides on Naboo, attended by Sabé, Padmé's long time friend and her family. Obi-Wan was handsome. His brown beard was trimmed for the occasion, his eyes locked on hers. The weather, thankfully, was cooperating with them. Finally, as the officiator said the last words, Padmé fell forward and kissed Obi-Wan.
Padmé and Obi-Wan didn't hear what the old man was saying. The Jedi stared at the woman before him to be his wife and life long soul mate. Everything was perfect, right down to the last detail. She was perfect. Silk white dress, curled hair, her small face...He would love her forever. He turned to the officiator as he said the last things, he knew he recognized.
"Husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride...of course, no one needs to tell you two that." He added. Obi-Wan smiled, staring at her. "Now, nothing can ever stop us from being together. 'Till death do us part is a long time, Padmé." Padmé smiled back as Obi-Wan let go of her hands, grabbing a MIC. He smiled at her, "I wanted to do something special for you, for both of us. So I wrote this song for you."
She laughed, "That one of the lessons Qui-Gon gave you while you were training?"
"No, just something I did during my free time." Obi-Wan answered with a smile. "My gift is my song, and this one's for you." He raised his arm and pointed to her, smiling.
Padmé smiled back, not quite remembering if Anakin ever did anything this special for her. She frowned slightly but brushed the memory away, returning to the present.
He sat down on the stage, holding the MIC in his left hand, "And you can tell everybody, that this is your song. It maybe quite simple but now that it's done." Obi-Wan raised his hand and started to snap his fingers rhythmically, "Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words -
how wonderful life is, now you're in the world..." His eyes scanned through Padmé's various relatives until his eyes fell upon Padmé herself. "Sat on the roof, and I kicked off the moss. Though some of these verses well they, they got me quite cross. But the sun's been kind, while I wrote this song.
It's for people like you that, Keep it turned on..."
He stood up from the stage, walked down and knelt in front of Padmé, taking her hand, pulling her up from her seat. Padmé laughed, staring back at Obi- Wan. "So excuse me for getting, but these things I do. You see I've forgotten if they are green or they are blue. And well the thing is, well, I really
love you. Yours are the sweetest eyes, I've ever seen..."
The chorus swayed with the music, singing, "This is your song, this is your song..."
Once Padmé caught on with the lyrics, she nodded, singing along with Obi- Wan. "And, you can tell everybody that this is your song; it maybe quite simple, but now that it's done." She smiled back at him, her arms reaching around his back, dancing, "Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words -- how wonderful life is, now you're in the world...Hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, that I put down in words…How wonderful life is, now you're in the world..."
Obi-Wan smiled, kissing Padmé. "We're going to be great together, I can tell."
The End