Crimson Tears
Chapter 11
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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'…If I gave you my heart, would you give it a home…'
The morning sunlight streamed through the glassy windows. A shadowy reflection fell over his face giving him a celestial glow beauty. The light fell on his face, making it warm and rosy. He took a deep breath and then let it out. He sat there so long, perspiration beginning to bead his tense forehead.
His robust figure turned at the sound of the door.
One figure smiled at him earnestly.
He shook his head. Confused. Frustrated. Annoyed.
The little boy that had been playing nearby on the floor turned and rushed onto his lap. Frightened or amused. Either one.
Anakin smiled.
The other fellow returned the smile, sneaking a glance at the nervous young woman before him.
"Anakin." He held out his hand.
Anakin accepted the hand, "Obi-Wan."
Motioning to behind him, Obi-wan gave both of the young people his best smile, "You remember Padme."
"Of course I do. How could I forget?" Anakin's quirk made her smile. The uneasiness began to slowly melt away.
Her ocean of brown hair swayed as she laughed. Her laugh was music to his ears.
This was Ani – her Ani – the charismatic sweetheart, the smooth charmer, the dashing Knight in shining armor. Ready at will to fire of a number of sweet compliments, heart-flipping smiles, and piercing ice-blue gazes.
That was her Ani.
His eyes drifted to hers and connected blue with brown and brown with blue. He gazed at her amazed, awed – so many emotions flooded him. He still couldn't place where he had seen her before. He just couldn't remember.
Her eyes were passionate and intense, yet gentle and kind. Eyes that held so much confidence and, what was it – fright? Was she scared of him?
And they were so sad, so somber, so solemn it made him want to break down and cry.
They stood there in silence, almost as if they were rapt on each other. He tried to shake himself away from her, but he couldn't.
Her eyes peered into his soul and the feeling was so incredible that he wanted to bask in her energy, in her warmth forever.
He almost failed to hear Obi-wan leave them alone. Almost.
'…It's such a shame, we're words apart…'
He had been interested in watching Padme and Anakin, and then the door had opened and quickly closed. Footsteps had rattled down the hall, angry and upset. Fluid movements had passed questioning people and interrupting intelligent conversation.
However, almost despite his better judgement, he followed. His movement, unlike the figure's, crispy and confident, poised and possessed. He matched her awkward steps with his own poised and he followed her shaky exit with a cinematic parting.
When he entered the room with her, the temperature fell sixty degrees. It was as cold as Hoth or colder. They were in the observatory, anxiously, apprehensively watching Anakin and Padme.
Her eyes were cowering with anger and fear. Her stance revealed her jealousy and her very presence relinquished her vile mood.
She watched. Eyes glued to the two figures before her. Then she spoke, revealing that she knew his presence without turning around, "Why'd you bring her here?"
Silence filled the air. How could you answer such a question? How could you say so much in so little words? He didn't want to hurt her, but how could he not? She was hanging on his very word.
How could he not have brought Padme here? She had every right and more to be there with Anakin, whether he remembered her or not. Jewel would be and could be inclined to her own vile opinion, but deep inside she would always know the truth.
Anakin was Padme's from his very physical being to the inner most parts of his soul and in that same way, whether Anakin knew it or not, Padme belonged to him in heart, mind, and body. Jewel could toil with Anakin's heart, she could confess her love, but nothing could compare to Padme and Anakin. Their souls had been entwined since that fateful day on Tatoonie.
Finally he spoke, knowing she would demand an answer, "She can help him."
There was an awkward pause before she spoke again, "I can help him…he doesn't need her," She paused again and choked on the words in her throat, "He doesn't remember her, Obi-Wan, so how can he need her!"
Obi-wan shot her down with an angered glare. He took a deep breath and then let it out, "He needs a friend."
She paused again and then grabbed his arm desperately, speaking with authority; "I am his friend!"
She dropped his sleeve as soon as she realized she held it – ashamed.
He brushed his cloak, trying to get rid of the dirt and crease marks from her hand, and spoke firmly, obviously upset, "She is his wife!"
She turned away and stared through the window, eyes growing colder and crueler, "She brings nothing but trouble."
His eyes once mad and upset, sobered quickly and looked off into the distance, "No. She brings hope."
She turned towards him and pointed her finger at him, "Hope?" Then she threw her arms up into the air; "She's from a life he doesn't remember!"
His eyes glared at her and then he pointed his own finger at her, "You're jealous?"
Silence filled the air once more. A silence that held the falsehoods she had built up to be truths and the truths that she had turned into falsehoods. He knew her answer just by looking into her eyes.
She looked out over at Anakin again, "Do you blame me?"
He turned and watched the interaction before them. He spoke, seconds later, his voice in a hushed whisper. He ran a hand through his long hair; "Do you love him?"
They stood in silence again for what seemed like forever. A contemplative silence, one that continued to hold jealousy, but now also held remorse.
He heard her sniffle slightly, "What is love?"
He knew the answer before he had time to think about it. It was as clear as his own reflection in the mirror. He smiled to himself and then pointed at Anakin and Padme, "That is love."
'…Love can do most anything if you just believe…'
They stood there, Gazing at each other for seconds. He looked just like she remembered. She shivered thinking about the man she loved that was gone forever. Except that man, supposedly gone forever, was sitting before her. He was a mirror of the man she had loved and a reflection of the man she had given her heart and soul to.
He had the same strikingly blue eyes, same dancing blond hair, same robust built – same everything. But his memory was gone and she was just a person floating around in his void filled life.
Why the stars were so cruel she did not know. Why life was so callous she could not figure out.
The little boy anxiously wiggled out of his arms and onto the floor to play with some makeshift airplanes. Noises came out his mouth imitating the ships and reminding her of the little boy that had romanced her heart.
I want to be the first to see them all.
"Is this your…" She traveled off unable to finished the question. Afraid of the hurt that would come if she guessed right.
"Oh," Anakin looked at the boy nervously and with pride, "No. He's Collin's and Jewel's."
Relief washed over her and then hope, "They're married?"
He chuckled, releasing a sweet laugh – one she had dearly missed with all her heart, "Divorced."
"It must be very hard."
His brows furrowed with consternation and confusion, "Why?"
She took a deep breath and felt the urge to reach out and grab his hand. She resisted and sat down on the bed a few inches away from his wheelchair. She saw him tense for a second. She smiled inwardly, reminded of a nervous young man watching her as she had sat down on his bed…
She smiled sweetly at Anakin, "They were in love, Anakin, you can't fall out of love."
His brows creased once again in confusion, "So they still love each other?"
"Even if they deny it, there's a part of them that belongs to each other and if they were meant to be, then they still love each other deeply." She paused, "Sometimes they ignore that love, but eventually it comes out."
His eyes looked at her confused, "Meant to be?"
She smiled again and was sure she saw his heart leap. It always did and it always would, "Destined by fate."
Silence. He was thinking. He nodded his head slightly. Contented silence filled the air. He cleared his voice and then smirked, speaking quietly; "Do you believe in fate?"
Her smile disappeared. Her eyes grew sober. Her heart beat slower. She spoke her voice barely above a whisper, "I had for sometime…" It faded awkwardly, her breath caught in her throat, "But you can't always be so credulous."
He looked at her confused and took her hand, on impulse she thought. To him, her hand was gentle comfort to his tenacious emotions. "What do you mean?" He questioned.
His touch was warm and gentle, familiar yet strange, loving and surreal. Oh, how she missed that touch.
She put her hand on his arm; "I believed…" Her voice faded away again. A glass tear glazed her porcelain eyes, "For some time," her voice cracked again. She choked and wiped her eyes, "But circumstances changed it."
A tear missed her hand and continued to fall. Suddenly, a strong figure brushed it away; his strong figure. He smiled weakly, "Please don't cry."
She tried to smile back, but failed miserably. Once again, silence invaded them, incasing them in a void of utter peace and pure innocence. But then, there was this sad face, this sad porcelain face and it made him want to cry so badly.
He looked at her, she knew that look, and she spoke regaining her poise, "It's all right, Anakin. I'm fine, ask your question."
His grasped on her hand tighter, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." She smiled slightly, a shattered smile, but a smile no less. One that made his heart do flips and his emotions run wild.
He struggled to continue and then finally spoke, "What circumstances?"
She shook her head and offering a shy smile, "I wish I could tell you…" He nodded, pressing for her to continue, "But I just can't. It's just not time for me to tell."
He nodded again eyes seeking into hers, "Its okay. I understand."
She squeezed his arm, "Ask me some other time…" Then she laughed, "Now, I'm going to help you walk."
He laughed unconvinced, "I'm so sure of that. Not even my therapist can help me."
She placed her hand on his cheek, cupping it tenderly; "Do you believe in fate?" The question was strange and different to her. But it held a whole new meaning to her.
He creased his brows, "I suppose so."
Her hand pressed lightly on his cheek, her answer holding a double-sided meaning as well, "Well," She paused, "I believe in you."
To be continued…
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