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Consequences without Meaning: Chapter III
Part I.
Anakin caught sight of her as soon as he stepped off the just-landed freighter. He would never forget the feeling he got every time he had a glimpse of her.
He took in the vision she represented and the look that her eyes held for him…for his Master—his former friend.
He would win her back…even if it took every trick he knew.
Qui-Gon took a small jump that carried him off the end of the platform and quickly surveyed his surroundings. Shielding his eyes from the glaring sun, he observed an entourage that had come to greet his party. Amidala was at the forefront.
He turned his head and took in the expressions his two padawans wore; upon Obi-Wan's face was barely concealed delight—upon Anakin's face: deep longing.
This was going to be a difficult mission.
Obi-Wan settled into the plush seat that had been accorded him at the gathering in the palace. Cradling his drink in one hand, he watched Amidala from across the room. She was engaged in deep conversation with his former master. Bringing forth an occasional laugh, she stole a glance in his direction every once and a while with a look in her eyes that spoke volumes about her plans for later that evening.
Obi-Wan smiled to himself.
"Sir, I hate to bother you, but someone is waiting on the balcony for you and asked me to inform you."
Obi-Wan turned to the voice close to his ear and studied the servant leaning in behind him. "Did they tell you what their name was?"
"No sir…only that it was important you meet with them."
Obi-Wan sighed and stood up. He strode across the room and to the balcony door. A lone female figure stood out in the shadows watching the courtyard below. Not recognizing the figure, he stepped out into the chill air to get a better look.
Amidala stood patiently holding two wine glasses while watching the people around her. Qui-Gon had stepped away for a moment to take care of something and so she was holding his glass for him in addition to her own; she found it awkward with the dress she wore which required constant adjusting to keep it looking decent.
She sighed and took a sip of her own drink.
"Need help with that?" A warm pair of hands enclosed one of hers and gently raised the glass up out of her grasp.
Amidala turned to look straight into Anakin's startling blue eyes. "I would ask if I needed help, thank you." She smiled politely in her best "queen" mode and stretched her hand out for the glass, which he quickly placed out of reach.
"I don't see why you're so utterly distant from me, Amidala. I understand that you want space, but you needn't act so cruel to me." Anakin handed the glass back to its owner. He trailed a finger down her cheek and held her chin so that she made eye contact.
"Anakin, now is not the right time to talk." She pulled his hand away from her face. "And as for our space, it's a little more than that right now…" She glanced shakily around the room.
"Well, can we go somewhere and talk?" Anakin looked pleadingly at her with those deep blue eyes she had always found so mysterious. "Accord me that much?"
"You could probably use some fresh air anyways since you've been at this gathering," he swept his hand to take in the room of partygoers, "all night."
"Fine…we'll go talk. Come, we'll go to the balcony." Amidala moved swiftly to the door, her back turned to the smile creeping across Anakin's face.
Part III.
Obi-Wan strode over to the mystery woman on the balcony. Dressed simply in a flowing black cloak over a sleek gown that clung to her hips, he could sense that this woman had a very interesting story behind her. Her athletic, yet very feminine build gave him pause as to her intentions and background.
"Did you wish to speak with me?" Obi-Wan stood an arm's length away.
The woman turned and smiled at him. "Yes, I'm glad you decided to come."
"Well, the servant told me that this was urgent…" Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow.
"I guess you could call it urgent," the young woman's eyes met his and rested there for a moment curiously. "I actually do have much to speak with you about, but first, will you take this for me?" She extended her glass for him to hold.
Obi-Wan reached out and took a hold of the glass while she unclasped her long raven black hair from its confinement and shook it out over her shoulders. "There, much better." She smiled up at him while she grasped a handful of her cloak and pulled it down to reveal a bare shoulder; Obi-Wan simply watched intrigued.
He smirked. "Is there a reason you're practically undressing out here?"
She smiled warmly at him and furtively glanced at the balcony door over his shoulder. "You'll find out soon enough, Ben." Quickly the lithe mystery woman slipped her body up against Obi-Wan's while her hands snaked up behind his head, pulling him down harshly for a kiss. A noise of surprise came from his throat as he lost hold of glass and attempted to pry her off of him.
"Interesting what Our balcony is used for during State events."
Obi-Wan freed his head in time to turn and see Amidala standing at the balcony's entrance with none other than young Anakin positioned beside of her. He angrily studied Anakin's expression to what Obi-Wan had figured was his little "plot."
Although Amidala was confused and humiliated inside, she kept her face a mask of decorum and indifference. She let her gaze seek out the woman so very close to Obi-Wan. The woman had the look of a lover who had just been caught in bed with her partner, with flushed features and disheveled clothes. Amidala inwardly seethed at the man who made a fool of her.
Anakin smirked at Obi-Wan's discomfiture. This was definitely very interesting.
"Excuse me, I have guests to attend to." Amidala swept aside and retreated back into the party. Obi-Wan attempted to follow so as to explain, but strong arms held him back. He watched Anakin take one last look at him, then disappear into the main room after the Queen.
He whirled on the guest who had now freed his arm. "What the hell was that?! Did Anakin pay you to do that, or was it some other means of persuasion he used on you?" Obi-Wan looked her figure over and sneered.
"It's not what you think…I have no affiliation with 'Anakin'. I have no time to explain right at this moment, you must come with me now." She turned and punched buttons on a handheld communicator she had revealed from her cloak.
"And why should I exactly?" Obi-Wan was fuming; who was this woman? And why hadn't he sensed her intentions? As a matter of fact, why couldn't he sense anything about her?
"If you don't come willingly, I'll have to take you by force," she watched over the edge of the balcony as she spoke, looking for something. She turned and looked at him, truly considering his confusion for a moment. "You must trust me."
Suddenly Obi-Wan could make out the sound of an engine close by. He peered over the side and viewed a small aircraft hovering just underneath the balcony, its hatch opening.
The woman studied his face for a response and hopped into the opened hatch. Obi-Wan sighed and squeezed above the bridge of his nose for a moment, shutting his eyes to the world outside. Still sensing nothing, he fell back on faith alone and followed the young woman. The ship soon took flight and quietly blended in with the night sky.
It's been a long time since the last part, I know!! Sorry J I needed inspiration…and time! Please review this and let me know how you like it J
