Chapter NINE!! (A.N. I'M BACK!)
(A.N. Okay everybody, back as promised. I hope you enjoy it. The last chapter sagged a little. Hopefully this will be better!)
Anakin looked at her, trying not to laugh and be cool but failing miserably, "Come on Padme, toss it over."
Padme shook her head, "What's the magic word?" Now it was her turn to pinch until he cried.
"Please." Anakin lifted his chin demandingly.
"That's better. But I wont give it to you until you answer this..." Padme took a deep breath, summoning her courage. "Who are you?"
"I already told you."
Padme was getting angry, "No you haven't! All I know about you is that you owe money, drive fast, and live up in an abandoned skyscraper. And..." Padme looked at him, trying to decipher the intentions and feelings behind his now emotionless face, "you have a lightsaber in your room. Also, I know I've seen you before, I know I have!"
Anakin's eyes became hard, and he turned away, saying nothing.
"Have I seen you before Anakin?"
Anakin paused, his back still turned to her. Padme watched as he wiped the blood away from his mouth again, leaving crimson smear on his hand. Finally he turned back to her, a cocky smile on his lips, "Never seen you before in my life."
Padme eyed him, "Never?"
Anakin shook his head, "Never."
Padme sighed, laughing at herself, "And the lightsaber?"
Anakin laughed, "I made it."
"Made it?"
"Yeah, I had the idea in a dream." Walking over to the table Anakin took the silver and black lightsaber out of the invisible repulser beam, rolling it over and over in his hands.
"I thought only Jedi could make them." Padme said as Anakin walked over to her.
"Well, you don't know everything."
Padme nudged him in the ribs, "Then are you a Jedi?"
"Sort of."
Padme looked up at him, surprise obvious in her expression, "What do you mean, sort of?"
Anakin glanced around, making sure there was no-one watching or listening. "Look at this," Returning to the bedside table he knelt down in front of it, opening one of it's drawers and taking something out of it.
Padme watched as Anakin retrieved a black colored prism. It had old and intricate designs on it and silver writing. "What is it?"
"It's called a Holocron." Anakin said, fingering the devise.
"What does it do?"
"It teaches you." Anakin replied, "I bought it off the black market, the person who sold it didn't know how much it was worth- So I got it cheap."
Padme carefully took the Holocron out of Anakin's hands, "How do you turn it on?" She couldn't see any buttons or tiny levers.
"That's the trick," Anakin smiled wryly, "You have to tell it to open."
"Do I just say," Padme paused, holding the Holocron up, "Open...?" No response came from the black devise.
"No, that won't work." Anakin put his hands over hers, " You have to say it without saying anything."
Padme shook her head, "It sound ridicules."
"No, no...Watch."
Padme looked on as Anakin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, then letting it out slowly. Suddenly, the Holocron came to life in her hands. A small holographic robbed figure appeared standing above the devise, his long black hair blowing in a non-existent breeze.
"Amazing." Padme whispered.
The small holograph spoke, "Greetings, what is it that you desire of me?"
"What do I ask?" Padme asked Anakin, who shrugged.
"Anything you want."
"Alright." Padme cleared her throat, "What is the way of the Force?"
The holo flickered, and the man smiled. To Padme it was an unnerving smile, not one she had ever seen on a Jedi. "The Force is an awesome gift. Provided only to an elect, giving them power few can envisage. The Force enables the elect to come to their full potential in life, fulfilling their destinies, and gaining their place in the universe." The man finished, folding his arms over his chest, waiting for another question.
"What else does he teach?" Padme asked.
"Anything," Anakin said, "History, lightsaber moves, meditation..."
"Impressive."
"Yes." Anakin said distantly, and the holo flickered off.
"What's the matter?" Padme asked, watching as Anakin looked around again.
Anakin took in a sharp breath, something was coming. Foreign objects in his usual surrounding, they were coming on speeders.
Padme almost fell to the ground as the building shook to it's foundations.
Anakin grimaced, holding Padme up and stuffing the Holocron in his pocket, "I hate uninvited guests."
Slin ran into the bedroom, "They're landing on the roof!"
Anakin looked at Padme, "Friends of yours?!"
Padme shook her head, dust was falling from the ceiling, getting in her hair and eyes. Whoever they were, they weren't her friends!
Anakin looked around, if they tried to get out using the speeder they'd be shot down. Their only chance was to fight them off. He took the blaster from his belt, glancing at Slin who also had a blaster ready. He didn't like the odds.
Across the room Padme could see that the ceiling was turning bright red, and melting. Red flaming pieces of it fell to the ground, dying on the cement floor. The burning started to arch around into a circle, hot mettle dripped from the ceiling. When the circle of melted durrasteal was completed, the middle of it crashed to the floor. Dust filled the air.
Anakin took aim, and the first figure to drop down got it square in the chest, but that one was followed by another.
Suddenly, a figure came down through the gaping hole in the ceiling so quickly that Anakin missed him. A bright blue beam of light appeared, and it deflected Anakin's every shot. The man came running at them, a blur of momentum and deadly accuracy. Anakin shot at this new enemy, but the man was too fast for blaster shots.
Padme watched this in slow motion as the man approached. To her horror she recognized that he was a Jedi Knight. He was the same who had been assigned to protect her by the Chancellor himself! She tried to cry out and tell that they were on the same side, tried to shout a warning, but things were happening too fast.
Soon the man was inches away, and Obi-Wan leapt up, ready to cleave Anakin in two with his saber. He brought his saber down hard toward Anakin's head.
But the blue blade never touched Anakin. Anakin's crimson blade snaked underneath it, holding the blue saber away from his head.
Anakin's arm snapped up, holding a blaster to the Jedi Knight's neck, "Next time knock."
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin, surprise hinting in his expression and then recognition. "I'll remember that...Annnie."
Padme watched these events, but just then found her voice, "STOP!" Everyone in the room froze, not suspecting these new turn of events. "These are my friends Master Kenobie."
Obi-Wan took a few steps back, deactivating his lightsaber and taking a deep breath.
Anakin stared at Obi-Wan a long moment. Then he holstered his blaster, and switched off his saber with a snap-hiss.
Obi-Wan took another step back, surveying the scene. Anakin stood protectively in front of Padme, who had dried blood on his face, and a scrawny looking teenager with black hair was holding a blaster on the other side of the room. It was not what he had expected, what he had envisioned in his mind's eye was the civilized Senator tied to a chair and her kidnappers caught in a trap. "My apologies Senator." Obi-Wan said, bowing low.
The blaster-shots had ceased and Padme took a deep breath of relief. These day's events could have been disastrous.
Captain Typho was by her side immediately, "Mylady, we need to put Anakin and his accomplice under arrest."
Padme shook her head, "No, you don't understand, they didn't do anything!" She watched in amazement as Naboo guards walked up to Anakin and Slin, handcuffing them.
Slin shied away, "No." He cried quietly, "Anakin.Help."
"It's okay friend," Anakin looked at Padme, "Padme'll help us."
Slin was obviously scared, and he looked like he might cry, "Padme.Padme.Tell these guys!"
Padme turned to Obi-Wan, "They didn't do anything!"
Obi-Wan put his hands behind his back, looking at Padme, "I am afraid that young Annie has." Obi-Wan fidgeted with his tunic sleeve, "He has been wanted for nearly nine years and has a page of theft warrants as long as my arm. Also he's already running from the cops and has been sentenced to two years in juvenile detention before he escaped."
Padme fell silent, she couldn't fight this. If it was the simple misunderstanding of her kidnapping she could probably clear it up. But this. She looked at Anakin, his dark blue eyes sad. "You said you don't steal things anymore.."
Anakin shook his head, "I said I don't steal everything."
Obi-Wan continued, "Annie was scheduled to be adopted by foster parents-"
Padme cut him off, "But he saved my.What did you call him?"
Obi-Wan shrugged, "Annie. Surely you-"
"Yes." Padme said quietly, "I remember." She walked slowly over to stand in front of Anakin, staring up into his eyes. "You." Anakin looked down at her, his face calm and not showing any obvious expression. "You were that little boy."
Anakin nodded slowly, sighing. It was the moment of truth in his lie, and he couldn't avoid it anymore.
"You were that little boy from Tattooine."
Again Anakin nodded, looking away.
"The little boy who destroyed the starship." She was in shock, and it was getting hard to breathe. How could he? Why? Padme reached up, caressing Anakin's cheek with her fingertips.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Anakin closed his eyes and bowing his head, not answering..
(A.N. AHHHH!!! Another cliffie! SORRY! I'll try to write more soon, Hope you liked this one!)
(A.N. Okay everybody, back as promised. I hope you enjoy it. The last chapter sagged a little. Hopefully this will be better!)
Anakin looked at her, trying not to laugh and be cool but failing miserably, "Come on Padme, toss it over."
Padme shook her head, "What's the magic word?" Now it was her turn to pinch until he cried.
"Please." Anakin lifted his chin demandingly.
"That's better. But I wont give it to you until you answer this..." Padme took a deep breath, summoning her courage. "Who are you?"
"I already told you."
Padme was getting angry, "No you haven't! All I know about you is that you owe money, drive fast, and live up in an abandoned skyscraper. And..." Padme looked at him, trying to decipher the intentions and feelings behind his now emotionless face, "you have a lightsaber in your room. Also, I know I've seen you before, I know I have!"
Anakin's eyes became hard, and he turned away, saying nothing.
"Have I seen you before Anakin?"
Anakin paused, his back still turned to her. Padme watched as he wiped the blood away from his mouth again, leaving crimson smear on his hand. Finally he turned back to her, a cocky smile on his lips, "Never seen you before in my life."
Padme eyed him, "Never?"
Anakin shook his head, "Never."
Padme sighed, laughing at herself, "And the lightsaber?"
Anakin laughed, "I made it."
"Made it?"
"Yeah, I had the idea in a dream." Walking over to the table Anakin took the silver and black lightsaber out of the invisible repulser beam, rolling it over and over in his hands.
"I thought only Jedi could make them." Padme said as Anakin walked over to her.
"Well, you don't know everything."
Padme nudged him in the ribs, "Then are you a Jedi?"
"Sort of."
Padme looked up at him, surprise obvious in her expression, "What do you mean, sort of?"
Anakin glanced around, making sure there was no-one watching or listening. "Look at this," Returning to the bedside table he knelt down in front of it, opening one of it's drawers and taking something out of it.
Padme watched as Anakin retrieved a black colored prism. It had old and intricate designs on it and silver writing. "What is it?"
"It's called a Holocron." Anakin said, fingering the devise.
"What does it do?"
"It teaches you." Anakin replied, "I bought it off the black market, the person who sold it didn't know how much it was worth- So I got it cheap."
Padme carefully took the Holocron out of Anakin's hands, "How do you turn it on?" She couldn't see any buttons or tiny levers.
"That's the trick," Anakin smiled wryly, "You have to tell it to open."
"Do I just say," Padme paused, holding the Holocron up, "Open...?" No response came from the black devise.
"No, that won't work." Anakin put his hands over hers, " You have to say it without saying anything."
Padme shook her head, "It sound ridicules."
"No, no...Watch."
Padme looked on as Anakin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, then letting it out slowly. Suddenly, the Holocron came to life in her hands. A small holographic robbed figure appeared standing above the devise, his long black hair blowing in a non-existent breeze.
"Amazing." Padme whispered.
The small holograph spoke, "Greetings, what is it that you desire of me?"
"What do I ask?" Padme asked Anakin, who shrugged.
"Anything you want."
"Alright." Padme cleared her throat, "What is the way of the Force?"
The holo flickered, and the man smiled. To Padme it was an unnerving smile, not one she had ever seen on a Jedi. "The Force is an awesome gift. Provided only to an elect, giving them power few can envisage. The Force enables the elect to come to their full potential in life, fulfilling their destinies, and gaining their place in the universe." The man finished, folding his arms over his chest, waiting for another question.
"What else does he teach?" Padme asked.
"Anything," Anakin said, "History, lightsaber moves, meditation..."
"Impressive."
"Yes." Anakin said distantly, and the holo flickered off.
"What's the matter?" Padme asked, watching as Anakin looked around again.
Anakin took in a sharp breath, something was coming. Foreign objects in his usual surrounding, they were coming on speeders.
Padme almost fell to the ground as the building shook to it's foundations.
Anakin grimaced, holding Padme up and stuffing the Holocron in his pocket, "I hate uninvited guests."
Slin ran into the bedroom, "They're landing on the roof!"
Anakin looked at Padme, "Friends of yours?!"
Padme shook her head, dust was falling from the ceiling, getting in her hair and eyes. Whoever they were, they weren't her friends!
Anakin looked around, if they tried to get out using the speeder they'd be shot down. Their only chance was to fight them off. He took the blaster from his belt, glancing at Slin who also had a blaster ready. He didn't like the odds.
Across the room Padme could see that the ceiling was turning bright red, and melting. Red flaming pieces of it fell to the ground, dying on the cement floor. The burning started to arch around into a circle, hot mettle dripped from the ceiling. When the circle of melted durrasteal was completed, the middle of it crashed to the floor. Dust filled the air.
Anakin took aim, and the first figure to drop down got it square in the chest, but that one was followed by another.
Suddenly, a figure came down through the gaping hole in the ceiling so quickly that Anakin missed him. A bright blue beam of light appeared, and it deflected Anakin's every shot. The man came running at them, a blur of momentum and deadly accuracy. Anakin shot at this new enemy, but the man was too fast for blaster shots.
Padme watched this in slow motion as the man approached. To her horror she recognized that he was a Jedi Knight. He was the same who had been assigned to protect her by the Chancellor himself! She tried to cry out and tell that they were on the same side, tried to shout a warning, but things were happening too fast.
Soon the man was inches away, and Obi-Wan leapt up, ready to cleave Anakin in two with his saber. He brought his saber down hard toward Anakin's head.
But the blue blade never touched Anakin. Anakin's crimson blade snaked underneath it, holding the blue saber away from his head.
Anakin's arm snapped up, holding a blaster to the Jedi Knight's neck, "Next time knock."
Obi-Wan looked at Anakin, surprise hinting in his expression and then recognition. "I'll remember that...Annnie."
Padme watched these events, but just then found her voice, "STOP!" Everyone in the room froze, not suspecting these new turn of events. "These are my friends Master Kenobie."
Obi-Wan took a few steps back, deactivating his lightsaber and taking a deep breath.
Anakin stared at Obi-Wan a long moment. Then he holstered his blaster, and switched off his saber with a snap-hiss.
Obi-Wan took another step back, surveying the scene. Anakin stood protectively in front of Padme, who had dried blood on his face, and a scrawny looking teenager with black hair was holding a blaster on the other side of the room. It was not what he had expected, what he had envisioned in his mind's eye was the civilized Senator tied to a chair and her kidnappers caught in a trap. "My apologies Senator." Obi-Wan said, bowing low.
The blaster-shots had ceased and Padme took a deep breath of relief. These day's events could have been disastrous.
Captain Typho was by her side immediately, "Mylady, we need to put Anakin and his accomplice under arrest."
Padme shook her head, "No, you don't understand, they didn't do anything!" She watched in amazement as Naboo guards walked up to Anakin and Slin, handcuffing them.
Slin shied away, "No." He cried quietly, "Anakin.Help."
"It's okay friend," Anakin looked at Padme, "Padme'll help us."
Slin was obviously scared, and he looked like he might cry, "Padme.Padme.Tell these guys!"
Padme turned to Obi-Wan, "They didn't do anything!"
Obi-Wan put his hands behind his back, looking at Padme, "I am afraid that young Annie has." Obi-Wan fidgeted with his tunic sleeve, "He has been wanted for nearly nine years and has a page of theft warrants as long as my arm. Also he's already running from the cops and has been sentenced to two years in juvenile detention before he escaped."
Padme fell silent, she couldn't fight this. If it was the simple misunderstanding of her kidnapping she could probably clear it up. But this. She looked at Anakin, his dark blue eyes sad. "You said you don't steal things anymore.."
Anakin shook his head, "I said I don't steal everything."
Obi-Wan continued, "Annie was scheduled to be adopted by foster parents-"
Padme cut him off, "But he saved my.What did you call him?"
Obi-Wan shrugged, "Annie. Surely you-"
"Yes." Padme said quietly, "I remember." She walked slowly over to stand in front of Anakin, staring up into his eyes. "You." Anakin looked down at her, his face calm and not showing any obvious expression. "You were that little boy."
Anakin nodded slowly, sighing. It was the moment of truth in his lie, and he couldn't avoid it anymore.
"You were that little boy from Tattooine."
Again Anakin nodded, looking away.
"The little boy who destroyed the starship." She was in shock, and it was getting hard to breathe. How could he? Why? Padme reached up, caressing Anakin's cheek with her fingertips.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Anakin closed his eyes and bowing his head, not answering..
(A.N. AHHHH!!! Another cliffie! SORRY! I'll try to write more soon, Hope you liked this one!)