Crimson Tears
Chapter 7
By aznJEDI13
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Anakin and Amidala and everyone else. Heck, he owns just about everything in the story. This is purely for fan enjoyment.
Notes: This takes place during the Clone Wars. I must warn you right now that I'm not a big fan of Anakin turning into Darth Vader so it probably won't end with anything like that. I hope you like this; I've been reading too many ami/obi ones I was sooooooooooooo mad. That was completely random and I'm going to write a bunch of stories to rebel against them!
I hate love triangles but I write them because it's a plot twister. Right now I have no clue if I'm going to add it or not, actually I have no clue if I'll even finish this one. I don't really know where its going so this is a really questionable story. ENJOY! Feedback is REALLY appreciated.
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Italics mean flashbacks and sometimes they mean thoughts. It depends on the context and the way they are used. //also means thoughts or something of the past.//
Sorry for the confusion.
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'…Can we try to erase all the pain…'
Strong hands gripped her once again. Pulling her to her feet, encircling her in a hug, cupping her chin to look at him, wiping wet tears from her drenched face.
His hands were rough and his hug was careless and clumsy. His clothes dirty and his face forlorn. He looked at her, once again rubbing away fallen tears from her swollen eyes.
She tried to smile, but failed.
She wiped her eyes, letting the glassy cover catch the tears once again. She swallowed, sniffled, and laughed trying to regain her lost rhythmic breathing. Her body throbbed and ached from being crouched in a fetal position for so long and her eyes burned from her watery tears.
She smiled as her vision cleared to reveal a forlorn Obi-Wan Kenobi.
He smirked, the thin line of purse lips, the only thing left of his once heroic grin, "I'm glad you came when you could Senator."
She nodded.
"I wish we could converse casually, but I'm afraid we can't. Allow me to introduce you to Commander Skywalker's doctor," he motioned towards a perplexed, bony man, glasses falling off his built of skin and bones. His nearly full head of hair combed in equal directions down to his ears. His round face and brown eyes quizzically bent down towards a file of papers. Presumptuously files on Anakin. Obi-Wan nudged him and he turned around clumsily and a strand of brown hair fell to his eyes.
When he removed the strand, he stood in awe of her.
"Dr. Smuks?" Obi-wan sighed, "Reginald?"
He looked over dreamily to Obi-Wan. "Ahh! Oh yes, I'm Dr. Smuks. Commander Skywalker's doctor."
Padme tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Sarcastically she spoke, "And?"
His mouth stood agape once again. "Yes…Commander Skywalker…suffered…um….suffered…"
Obi-wan sighed, "Reginald?"
"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry. I just get a little nervous."
//I can tell.// She thought, //Reminds me of a nervous boy on our first date.// A tear formed at the side of her eye.
"And?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yes well," the doctor began again, "Commander was up in district 45 when it was bombed."
//Bombed?//
"He was the only survivor I'm afraid, Miss. He suffered terrible injuries. He's lucky he only lost his memory."
Obi-Wan motioned for him to continue. "He can't walk I'm afraid and he barely knows his own name, otherwise he's perfectly normal."
She stood speechless, "Can't walk? Perfectly normal? Are you insane?"
The doctor gaped again, this time appalled. "I'm sorry if I offended you."
//Force, who is this guy?!//
"It's alright doctor," Padme lied.
Obi-Wan looked at Reginald then back at her, "Can she meet him?"
"I don't see what's stopping her."
//No, no, no.//
"Do you want to meet Commander Skywalker Padme?"
//No.//
Tears fell as she tried relentlessly to wipe them away.
"As much as I would like to," //And I really would// "I can't. It's too soon."
Obi-Wan smiled his faint smile once again, "I understand. But there is someone I think you're like to meet."
"Who?" She questioned.
He smiled, glancing at Reginald, "Collin."
"Collin?" She blinked, had she heard right?
"Collin." He nodded, "His name is Collin."
"How does he know Anakin?" She questioned.
He smiled knowingly, "He's his roomate."
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From the table she saw Obi-Wan waved to someone. A man, mid twenties or early thirties came over. Dark brunette hair and glassy green eyes, a framed oval face and tan brown skin. He bent down and shook hand with Obi-Wan and then looked at her, smiling slightly he held out his hand, "I'm Collin."
She struggled, "Nice to meet you Collin."
He sat down across from her.
"You're here for Anakin?"
Cautiously she answered, "Yes, I'm here for Commander Skywalker."
"He's my roommate. He's quiet, but he has his moments." He smirked, "We all do."
She smiled a half smile lethargic and tense, "Yes, of course."
"He's good guy, but I'm sure you know that already. Saved district 45."
Her brows furrowed in confusion, "I'm sorry, but I thought he was the only survivor."
Collin glanced at Obi-Wan and then spoke in a hushed voice, "So they say," he smirked, "But that's not what happened."
"What happened?"
"There was a bomb in there. Anakin helped everyone get out and it blew up on him."
//On Anakin...always have to be the hero, don't you Ani? You forget you're thinking for two//
She whispered softly, "And he doesn't remember a thing now?"
Obi-Wan took her hands, "But he does Padme."
Her head snapped, "What does he remember?"
Collin leaned closer, "He hasn't told anyone but me this."
He looked at her sadly and for a second she thought he wouldn't tell her. Her heart beat heavily and fast. It's rapid movement making her nervous and pensive. She swallowed and then licked her dry lips.
"What does he remember?" she prepared herself for the worst.
Silence.
An unsure silence invaded them and she didn't know if she should destroy the silence or allow it to retract itself.
Collin continued, "He remembers…" He paused thinking, "Twin suns."
Hot Tatoonie – years of slavery and agony for him.
His mother's death. Holding him in her arms as the twin suns beat down on their skin before he murdered thousands. Comforting him in the shade of those suns as he cried.
"The color purple."
Her plush carpet.
They spent nights on the carpet in each other's arms.
"The color red, a silky satin red."
Her bed.
Nights pressed against each other and mornings waking up to each other's glowing faces with warm, gentle kisses pressed against their bodies as they laid in those silky satin sheets.
"And the smell of lilacs."
Her perfume.
To be continued…
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