Crimson Tears

Chapter 10

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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'…Forgot about everything and everyone I needed before…'



Her name was Padme.

Padme – what a great name; she was petite. She had delicate fingers, smooth skin, a gentle smile, and passionate wood brown eyes. She was beautiful. He knew that for sure.

He also knew she seemed vaguely familiar. But he had known that since he had seen her walking the halls that morning.

He had never seen such a beautiful person before. He had felt something when he shook her hand. It was an electrifying emotion that had shocked his whole body, leaving him utterly speechless. And when he had looked into her brown eyes something inside of him began dancing, some strange feelings had been aroused all because of her.

It was now hard not to think of her. Padme. Not a her, but Padme. Padme and her wonderful wood brown eyes that bore the fear and the anger right out of his body. Padme and her silky smooth skin and delicate fingers. Each nail prim and proper, each finger not too dry and not too damp, each hand perfect despite living in an imperfect world. Long brown auburn curls, falling into an ocean of sea brown, drowning her in their passion, in their elegance and suffocating her in their loveliness. Suffocating him in their loveliness.

Jewel had taken her out, but neither had ever returned. Afterwards, Obi-wan had taken him to his room, where upon his bed a little boy waited.

The boy's shaggy hair was down over his eyes, kicking his feet absentmindedly, and playing with one of Collin's makeshift spaceships.

The image made him smile.

As Obi-wan rolled him into the room, he spoke to the boy, "Hello."

The boy turned and as soon as he saw Anakin his face lit up. "Anakin!" he screamed, jumping over the bed and smothering Anakin in a huge hug.

Though the Anakin came out more Anneekan, it made Anakin smile.

Obi-Wan smiled, "I'll be going now, Anakin."

Anakin laughed, "All right." And then he turned his attention back to the small boy, gripping the boy tighter and lifting him into the air. The boy gleamed with joy letting out a small giggle.

"Careful, you might make him throw up his lunch." Anakin jumped a little, but didn't loose hold of his grip on the boy.

His eyes danced playfully, "You scared the living daylights out of me Collin."

The other man chuckled, "Thought so."

Anakin laughed gently and then let Jay down to play with the makeshift spacecrafts. He wheeled around to Collin and studied his dress attire.

"Where are you going?" He questioned.

Collin looked into a mirror and fixed the front of his shirt, "No where in particular."

"Where?" Anakin asked again.

Jay giggled on the floor, "Daddy gonna go see a gurl."

Anakin looked a little bewildered at first and then laughed, "You?" he scoffed, "And a girl?"

Collin rolled his eyes, trying to focus on getting ready, "Shut up Anakin. You don't get all the girls all the time."

Anakin looked at the floor a little hurt and then he mumbled, "We're not seeing each other."

Collin smirked, "I'm sure."

Anakin didn't answer.

"So," after a while Collin broke the silence, "I saw you met Padme."

"You're going out of her?!"

"Nonsense, but you met her?" He questioned.

"Yes…" Anakin's voice trailed off. Remembering Padme and the sweet curves of her body, the lovely sound of her voice, and placid features of her face.

"What did you think?" Collin asked.

"She's nice." He stated simply.

Collin raised his brows in curiousity, "You think she's beautiful?"


"Yeah." He paused and then smirked, "I suppose…" Lying, he shielded his eyes away from Collin.

"It's a yes and no question, Anakin."

"All right, I think…" he stuttered, "I think…she's gorgeous."

"That's all?" Collin laughed, "C'mon Anakin, you know more words than that."

He rolled his eyes and changed the subject, "Did you see her ring Collin?"

"Yes…" He smiled and laughed.

Anakin's eyes lit up, "It's huge!"

He chuckled, "Yes…"

"Someone somewhere must be very lucky to have her."

Collin grew somber, "You don't remember her from somewhere?"

"Am I suppose to?" Collin shrugged, Anakin reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt "Collin tell me. Am I suppose to remember her?"

He hesitating in answering Anakin's question knowing that each answer would have an impact on his young roommate and on his own life.

Hoping someday when he was married to her she would forgive him for saying what he spoke ever so soberly, "No."



'…If you're gone -- baby you need to come home

Cause there's a little bit of something me in everything in you…'



No. No. No. How could someone seemingly nice be so mean? How could she say such things? As soon as the words had left the girls mouth she had fled, fled from the demeaning girl, fled from the plaguing nightmare.

She wanted to wake up now.

She had run to her room. The only place isolated enough for her to wallow in hurt and drown in despise, and the only place where no one would try to give her solace and try to comfort her.

Nothing could comfort her.

Well, almost nothing, but the only person who could didn't remember her.

She had run. Not allowing the girl to strike her continuously with jealous words and bitter remarks.

And now in the solace of the room, she wept unable to loose the feelings of his touch, unable to loose the vision of his beauty, unable to forget what she wanted so badly to forget.

Unable to forget that she had never stopped loving him.

Suddenly two hands, rough and coarse, gripped her, pulling her into a comforting embrace and whispering soothing words of comfort to her.

In barely a whisper, he asked what the other girl had said.

But she could not answer, the words to horrible to be spoken, the words so untrue to defined. Her breath was caught in her throat and her rhythmic breathing suffocating. She wanted to disappear and to hide, but she knew she had to be strong.

But still, how could she be so strong and be so hurt?

So she wept, and he comforted her asking once again, why the tears had come back so suddenly. She muttered words hoping they were words and she cried hoping everything would go away. She uttered words, in between tears and in between gasping for breath.

Finally, she regained her hard worn poise, her rhythmic breathing, and though the weeping had stopped, sniffles remain.

"Oh, it was horrible, Obi-Wan," she sniffled loudly, holding back tears, "She told me to go away. She told me that he didn't need me…"

He hugged her tightly, "But you know he needs you."

"How can he need me if he doesn't know my name!" She wiped her eyes and sniffled.

"Be his friend." Taking his hand he wiped a stray tear off her face.

Suddenly she remembered his touch. She remembered him brushing a tear off her cheek.

She broke down and wept, muttering quietly through racking sobs, "She told me to go away…"

"I know. It's all right…" He soothed.

But she didn't hear him, she kept muttering to herself, trying to seek solace in her own words, "But I can't. I can't. I love him. I can't. I love him…"

She spoke the words like a machine, never stopping until she had fallen asleep and launched herself into a world she now dreaded.

The last thing she heard were her own words, "I can't. I love him. I can't. I love him…"

She studied his face in the moonlight. Blond stumble on his chin, giving him a robust look and golden curls embellishing his handsome face, making him more beautiful than ever. Strong muscles from his biceps to the small indents on his abdomen showing that he was brawny, aggressive, and brave. Broad shoulders that helped him carry his self with pride and confidence.

He was beautiful, so beautiful.

The wind blew and she pulled the sheet up over her bare shoulders.

She stroked his hair, causing him to open his eyes and smile at her.

"Hey." He spoke in a husky tone, causing her to shiver.

She gently caress his lips with her own and smiled, "Hey yourself," she whispered right above his lips.

"What time is it?" He questioned, eyes running over her face as a hand came up to run its finger down her arm.

"Not time." She breathed in, running the back of her hand across his cheek, "But I wanted you awake."

He nodded and leaned forward and kissed her again. The kiss lingered for a few seconds before he pulled her against him.

His eyes were passionately focused on him. His voice was quiet, like a whisper, "I love you Padme."

She closed her eyes in contentment, "I know."

He looked down at her and creased his eyebrows pensively, "Why is it you never say it?"

"Ani…"

He put a finger to her lips silencing her before he leaned down and kissed her again. He kissed her once long and hard and then their kisses became desperate. He pulled away and brushed a stray strand of hair away.

"Say you love me, Padme."

She put a hand on his chest, "Ani…"

"Feel my heart, Padme, feel how much I love you." His heart beat strong and steady.

"Ani…"

He rolled his eyes, agravated, "You married me, you make love--"

"I love you." It came out awkward and tense, blunt and clumsy, but it felt good to have said. It felt good to get the emotion off her chest.

He leaned down and devoured her mouth with his own as his hand ran down her arms and her hand moved to ran its course through his hair. It was downhill from there.

After wards, they laid in each other's arms, basking in their presence, drinking in their love. She lay cuddled against his bare chest, one arm draped over him the other pressed against his side. He looked down at her and placed a small kiss on her forehead.

Her eyes were closed in contentment. She knew this would be one of the last times they were together, like this. "Anakin…"

He kissed her forehead again, "Yes?"

"Don't leave me."

He pulled her closer, enjoying the sensation of her lying pressed up against his body, "Padme…"

"Please..." Her voice trailed off. She propt herself on one elbow and began to trace random patterns on his abdomen.

He sighed, running a finger down her cheek, neck, collarbone, and then her arm. To close it off he kissed her gently, caressing her lips with her own, "I must. I have duty as a Jedi, as a person, as your husband…"

"Promise me you'll return, promise." He looked at her, but could not answer. He shielded away, avoiding her cold stare, "Anakin…"

He ignored her continuous pleas.

"Anakin…"

Finally, he spoke, his eyes passionately boring into hers, "I can't Padme, I can't."

Tears formed at the sides of her eyes, "Don't. No. No."

"Padme, I'm not saying I won't. It's just…I can't." He looked away again.

"I love you!" She protested saying the words that had once been hard easily.

"And I you, but…wait for me, Padme…all you can do is wait for me."

She took a deep breath, tracing his cheekbone with the back of her fingers and placing a kiss on the side of his neck, she whispered, "I will. I will wait for you, Anakin Skywalker. I will wait."

Once again she awoke to the forlorn face of Obi-Wan. She noticed now she was sprawled on the bed and Obi-Wan was slouched in a chair studying her.

He smiled faintly and once again she noticed all that was left of his heroic grin was a faint thin curved line.

She sat up, breathing in and out, slowly remembering what had transpired. She clutched her chest in remembrance and choked back a lose tear. Reaching out, Obi-Wan placed a hand on her shoulder.

For seconds, his hand was solace to the pain she felt.

And then she spoke in a hushed voice, soft and quiet, revealing the deep pain she felt, "Did he full fill the prophecy?"

His hand left her shoulder and he slumped back against the chair, "In the council's eyes yes."

She looked away and then look at him again. Her eyes showing she desparately needed an answer, "And in your eyes?"

They sat there in silence. The topic was uncomfortable; too uncomfortable.

Finally, avoiding the answer, he spoke, "Ask me some other time."

She knew her answer though. She lowered her eyes away from Obi-Wan and took a deep breath in, "He's never going to be a Jedi."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement. A true statement.

"He doesn't remember…" He began.

"Does it matter?" she cut him off sharply and then inhaled sharply, submersing her anger, "He's never going to be a Jedi. That was his dream."

"He was a Jedi and he had other dreams." He said forcefully.

Silence. Silence filled with anger and unavoidable pain.

Her voice was strong and poised, commanding and confident, "Those dreams died when his former self dead, Obi-Wan."

"He died a Jedi, he died what he had always wanted to be, Padme, and he died a hero."

She shook her head, laughing cynically, "But at what cost?"

"Padme…" he reached forward only to have her pull away.

"This affects me! I loved him Obi-Wan, I loved him!" She paused, "I still love him."

He closed his eyes and then opened to face her, "I know…"

"And the man I loved is dead…" Her face distorted with emotions, "Except he's not, he still lives, but he's…"

"I know…" He placed a light hand on her arm.

"And he won't be a Jedi…" Her eyebrows creased in peeved thought.

"Padme, please, don't…" he begged, "Don't…"

She smiled suddenly and laughed, "At least I'll have my husband home with me, right, Obi-Wan?" Her face suddenly went melancholy, "Except…" she choked, the tears no longer being held back, "Except he doesn't remember me…"

To be continued…

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