Come Undone
Chapter 22
Anakin had briefly considered subverting Obi-wan yet again. It would be too easy just to disregard the warnings, head to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple with a small battalion of well armed troops and retrieve Padmé and his son. Simple, and far too dangerous. He didn't like the idea of leaving them there but until he knew for sure exactly what Kenobi had in mind, at least for NOW, it would be for the best. Padmé would be safe for now and if it came to it... well, there would be no possible way for the Jedi to appose him on this, despite their misgivings. By all the Gods this was HIS family and his decision alone as to what would be best for them!
He paused and took a few deep breaths. It wouldn't help either of them to get angry and he was well aware of Dormé's wrathful stares. He turned to Dormé with an almost wry smile.
"How soon are you leaving then Dormé?"
"I have a transport that will take myself and the protocol droid which leaves with in the hour. Do you require something else?" she replied archly.
Ignoring the biting remarks, Anakin removed a box from his bag. There was a familiar snapping hum sound, followed by a second as Anakin first ignited the blue green light saber he'd removed from the box and then the one from his belt.
He held them up together, blue and blue-green blades humming harmoniously. He smiled, seemingly satisfied and extinguished both of them, putting one in back in the box, and one back one his belt.
He handed the box to Dormé, still smiling.
"I made the second one out of spare parts," he grinned. "I want you to take this to Padmé and give it to our son, this way he can get a head start on loosing them just like his father."
At this last remark, Dormé countenance melted, and she returned his smile at long last.
"I'll see that she, that they get it sir," She laughed. "But why don't you just give it to her yourself?"
Anakin joined in her laughter. "I'd just like him to have it now, that's all. Maybe then, when I finally see her again, she won't want to run me through! Force Dormé, I miss her, but I want what's best for us too." He grew suddenly serious. "Promise me Dormé, that you'll take care of her, no matter what happens..."
Dormé furrowed her brow. "Of course I'll take care of her master Anakin," she stated succinctly. "Although you're wife is very resourceful, I'm sure she can take care of herself." She finished this with a smile as Anakin handed her the box containing the light saber. She placed this last item in her bag and stood there almost expectantly. They stood there in an uncomfortable silence for a moment, and then, as if on some unspoken cue they reached for each other and embraced.
"Goodbye Master Anakin," she said, the tears beginning to fall freely. "We will see you soon."
"Of course you will Dormé," he replied, thinking that it would most likely be sooner than she thought and very possibly under very different circumstances. "But you must hurry, your transport will leave soon and my wife and son await your arrival! Let me help you with those..." He picked up the two bags with a grunt. "Force woman! You're almost as bad as Padmé when it comes to packing! I don't know if I'm a Jedi or a Nerf!" This incited another burst of laughter from the two of them which lasted until they had loaded the bags into the small transport. As soon as she was gone, Anakin dropped his playful facade and his face clouded again.
"R2," he called. "I need to send a message to Padmé but I'm sure that the Jedi will try to stop it from reaching her. Can you retrace the origin of her message and reply?" The droid almost mournfully whistled to the affirmative. "Alright then," he smiled coldly. "Let's begin..."
