Crimson Tears

Chapter 19

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!

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!!!

Sorry I've been so absent. Life is hectic now that school's started! Look hopefully for an update a week.

Once again, Italics means flashbacks or dreams. =D

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'…Would you tell me how could it be any better than this…'



The corridors at night were dimly lit and had an eerie sense about them.

But she ran, trying to desperately keep her feet quiet.

Early that evening she had went to him to confess her true motives, but had left with dried tears on her face and sore arms from a crushing embrace. She had wanted to tell him, but so many other things had happened.

"Padme!" She nearly jumped out of her skin.

She turned to find a peeved Obi-wan holding a wooden cane, "Obi-wan."

"You didn't tell him, did you?"

She sighed, pushing a loose strand of hair away from her face, "No," She paused, "No, I didn't."

He sighed as he jaw set in consternation. It angered Padme to see him irritated at her. He sighed, "Padme you must tell him."

"I was going to tell him Obi-wan, but then," She choked, recalling what had occurred, "so many other things happened. I'll tell him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow you must…" he paused, his eyes narrowing at her, "It would be of his best interest, if you, of course, are the one to tell him." He stopped slightly, "Not I."



'...And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?…'


"Come in."

The door chimed again.

He spoke once more aggravated and annoyed, "I said come in."

"It's locked, Anakin." He sighed, climbing out of bed and grabbing his cane. He looked around for a shirt, but could find none. With heavy steps, he approached the door. Wobbling a little, he hadn't really adjusted to 'walking', he reached the door. Before he opened it, he ran a hand through his golden curls. Who could it be at this hour?

He opened the door to find an emotionally wrecked Padme with tears on the brink of her eyes.

"Padme, are you all right?" He questioned, concern evident on his face.

She shook his head, "I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour Anakin."

He nodded, "It's all right, is something wrong?"

She glanced at him and blushed and then whispered, "Can I come in?"

"Yes," he paused, "Yes of course…come in. Let me find a shirt." He tossed through a few piles of clothes before he found a decent one.

He turned around and found Padme seated on his bed. He went over and sat by her, lightly touching her arm, he asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

She sniffled and wiped her eyes, her voice cracked before she spoke, "I have to tell you something Anakin."

He nodded soberly, looking down, "What is it?"

She sighed deeply, looked down at her hands, "Remember you asked me why I was here?"

"My memories not that bad." He joked. She smiled briefly. He bit his tongue, "I'm sorry, Padme. Something's really bugging you."

"You could say that."

"How can I help?" He squeezed her arm and looked at her worriedly.

"I need to tell you this Anakin."

He nodded his head slightly, "All right."

She choked. Her breath was caught in her throat. Her voice caught some where between her fear and pain. She wiped her eyes again and sniffled.

Silence invaded them. Encasing them in a delicate glass shield and holding them in desperate anxious emotions.

She took a deep breath.

"Anakin…" She closed her eyes and breathe deeply, "I'm…I'm your wife."

Her statement appalled him.

His eyes grew wide as he took the news in. He ran a hand through his golden curls once more, let out a huge sigh and then he raised his brows in surprise. Then he furrowed them. A million emotions were running through him.

This beautiful woman was his.

How long had he wished she belonged to him?

"M…My wife?"

He looked at her, she was crying now. She brought her hand up to her face, as she tried to choke back tears. She was beautiful right now. Despite the glass tears that dripped down her porcelain face. Despite her hair that was running in all sorts of directions, from what he guessed being unable to sleep. To the make-up missing face and magnificent auburn tresses and dark wood brown pupils -- she beautiful.

She was the most beautiful he had seen her. She had never been so beautiful.

She choked back another sob and whispered, "Yes."

Then with her hand trembling she reached out and placed it lightly on his arm, "I understand if you never want to see me--"

He cut her off, placing his finger on her terrified and quivering lips.

She choked on another sob.

Trembling, he reached out and wiped away a tear with the back of his hand and then shook his head, as he spoke, "No."

He wiped another tear away with his thumb, "No, stay, please."

Leaning down he kissed away another loose tear and whispered, "When I'm with you…" he paused and kissed her cheek again and away a few more tears went and whispered again, "Every thing seems all right."

He placed his hand on her face and caressed it gently before he held her face with that same hand and he repeated softly, "Every thing seems all right."

She placed her hand on top of his hand and kissed it softly, "Oh my beautiful Ani."

She kissed it again before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. She sniffled and spoke, "I've missed you."

Kissing the top of her head, he held her close as she cried. Over and over, she repeated the words like a mantra, "Oh my beautiful Ani, I've missed you…"

And over and over, he replied, "Everything's going to be all right..."


To be continued…

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