Crimson Tears

Chapter 9

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.

Thanks to everyone who left a review! Please continue to do so. I was so shocked, I've never had so many reviews and I enjoyed reading them over and over again so please continue! I like long reviews too!!!

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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'…Would you give up or try again if I hesitate to let you in…'


His heart pounded against his chest, beating in mad furry in an unwavering fashion.


He took his first step slowly. Hands tightly gripping the supporting rails and his face scrunched in consternation and determination. His breath was shallow with anxiety, heavy with anticipation, and unsteady with apprehension. It made his cerulean blue eyes glow even more. They intensified slowly holding a fiery blaze of passion in them.


Watching from him from upstairs, she glanced through the window at him. She held her breath as his left foot slowly began to make its way forward.

Sweat poured down his face, over his brow and down the side of his head. His arms tensed at the pain. His left foot landed with a thump barely in front of his right. He took a deep breath, relaxing slightly.

Her left hand was up support her chin as her chin rested against her knuckle and her right arm supported her left arm. She stared out the window, biting back the tears that threatened to come out as he tried to take another step.

The therapist caught him before he hit the floor with a thud.

She sniffled loudly and closed her eyes solemnly.

Obi-Wan turned and looked at her.

She shook her head, still focused on the figure and blinked back more tears.

In the therapist arms, he muttered incomprehensible words, pushed off protruding hands and gripped the supporting rails again.

That was her Ani. Determined, angry, stubborn.

She watched the emotions flicker across his face. He grunted as his right foot landed on the mat; for a second she saw him tense up as the pain withered through his body.

She waited for him to try his left foot.

But he just stood there. Staring down at his foot as if waiting for it to move. He muttered something and the therapist shook her head, reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. He uttered words once more before falling backwards into the arms of Dr. Smuks. The therapist clasped his shoulder again and looked him in the eye. He turned away; the therapist dashed out of the room angry and hurt at the same time.

Dr. Smuks signaled to Obi-Wan.

She took a deep breath.

"You ready?"

She knew now, she had to be strong; she just had to. Not for herself, but for Anakin.

She bit her lip, "I think I am."

'…I heard him promise you forever, but forevers come and gone…'


He sat there, in his wheelchair, looking like a desolate child upset at himself for losing his teddy bear or toy soldiers. He grunted at the sound of the creaking door. His brows set in anger and his heart feeling terrible as his head continued to beat down on himself. He turned and looked out the window angrily. His back was slightly hunched and his shoulders slump. He was mad, he was upset and all because he couldn't take another step.

So stubborn.

This sure seemed like her Ani.

But she knew it wasn't.

Obi-Wan looked at her and gave her an encouraging smile.

She couldn't smile back.

"Anakin." Obi-Wan spoke, his slight accent ever-so present.

The young boy turned at the sound of his name and stared dumbstruck at her. She stared back in awe.

He was just as she remembered him. Striking blue eyes that ever since she could remember had been able to read her soul and whose intensity she could have sworn rivaled the intensity of the sun. Beautiful golden curls, short and spiked, embellishing him with charisma. Broad shoulders ready for anything and soft skin showing no sign of once living a desolate life on the hottest system outer rim.

She knew then that she had never stopped loving him.

The way he gazed at her was perfect.

Obi-Wan's voice snapped both of them back to reality, "Anakin…"

"Yes, Obi-Wan?"

"I'd like you to meet someone," Padme took a deep breath. Obi-Wan motioned to her. "Anakin Skywalker meet Padme…"

Anakin held out his hand, "Pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

She took his hand, "No, the pleasure's all mine."

Anakin let her hand fall to the floor.

They stood in uncomfortable and awkward silence.

Her breath was caught in her throat. She could not speak and even if she could speak she did not know what to say. All words left her the minute she walked into the room and felt his familiar yet strange presence.

His brow was creased in consternation. He studied her. She studied him.

Vision came back to her. Visions of warm spring days, cold winter nights, his fear of the rain, his love of the dark.

Her body ached for his touch.

The hand he had let go was blazing on fire by a million emotions. Each emotion starting at the base of her spine and continuing to run through her entire body. Her knees quivered, her fingers shook, and goose bumps ran up her arms.

More memories clouded her sight. Memories of walks on the beach, strolls through the Jedi gardens, late night walks to the kitchen, laughter in bed, kisses in the dark. His strong arms around her, tracing patterns on his back, the feel of his soft caress and gentle kiss running down her body and playing on her skin.

The nine-year-old boy that had called her an angel and the man of twenty sweeping her off her feet like he was prince charming and she was his princess.

Anakin took her hand again. Seemingly transfixed by its softness and amazed by its grace. He looked up at her suddenly. Cerulean blue poured into auburn brown once more.

"I know you from somewhere." He looked away and spoke once more, "Somewhere…"

Her hand was burning now. She was sure it would fall off soon, his touch was as pleasant as she remembered.

Then he looked up at her once more and smirked, oh how she loved that smirk and then he spoke in a voice that was known to charm and enchant, "Don't I? Don't I know you from somewhere?"

She was utterly speechless.

She transfixed her eyes to meet his. Trying to read his soul – she was swimming in his pool of blue, but she couldn't find anything to hold onto. She was falling.

No words could describe this moment.

The door opened. Breaking the moment, breaking a time when he would have likely kissed her. Breaking a moment that she wanted to cherish forever. Breaking the moment, the very first moment when she had met him for the first time once again.

"Anakin, who's this?"

He dropped her hand and turned at the sound of his name. He smiled and spoke, "Jewel. You're back early."

"Don't sound so happy, Skywalker. Who's this?" The blond girl looked at her curiously and smiled back at him. The girl crossed her skinny arms across her chest.

"This is my new friend, Padme."

She died when she heard him speak her name. A thousand needles shot her heart all over again. His voice, ever so charming and enchanting, magical and mischievous, warmed her ears – was music to her ears.

"You're new friend?" Jewel studied her and then spoke, "Padme is it?"

Padme nodded.

Jewel motioned for her to follow, "Come with me, Padme."

They made their way outside. Padme passed by Obi-Wan who shrugged and then looked away. His eyes were tense though and they showed a deep apprehension and an agitated look of concern.


The girl stopped outside of the closed door and held out her hand, "I'm Jewel, his therapist."

"Nice to meet you Jewel." She tried to smile, but found she couldn't. She didn't like this person. Instead, she plaster a diplomatic smile to her face, one she use to give Palpatine and Bail Oragana.

"You're not his friend," The girl stated simply, continuing without taking concern for her, "Who are you really?"

Her brows tensed in suspension, "Why do you ask?"

She looked at Padme, bitter and angrily. "Because whoever you are, you can't lead him on, he's very insecure and sensitive."


She shook her head, trying to ignore the feeling of aggravation and irritation radiating from this conversation, "You sound like you know him very well."

She noticed a blush crept onto the other girl's face. Padme tried to push down her jealousy; something was obviously going on.

"You could say I do. I am his therapist."

//What else are you?// Padme thought, but bit her tongue.

They stood in silence. A jealous silence, one that was most liklely created by Jewel.

Padme didn't know what to say.

The girl looked at her and then crossed her arms. A stray strand of blond hair falling over her eyes and she quickly brushed it away, "So who are you, Miss?"

"Mrs." Padme corrected.

The blond girl blinked, "Mrs.?"

Padme took a deep breath, "Yes, Mrs. I'm his wife."

The other girl blinked again, not believing what she was hearing, "Anakin? Anakin Skywalker?" She questioned.

"Yes, he is my husband."

To be continued…

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