[I'm sorry it took me so long to post, but I had a little accident. My car
kind of wrapped itself around a tree. So, please don't get angry. *Hide
under the desk and wait for the putrid tomatoes.*]
„You look sad," a voice echoed through her empty head. And her thoughts drifted back to Obi-Wan. How the sun had shined on his face, as they had been standing on the balcony. The twinkle in this beautiful blue/green eyes, she had trusted entirely.
"You don't want to be a slave." That statement surprised her. And as she lifted her head form her knees, which she had pulled to her chest, she saw a little boy in front of her.
"No." Her sad eyes met the big one of the barely four year old. "But it's not that," she added whispering.
The giant hangar doors opened with a loud sound. The little boy winced, looked nervously around and turned an frightened gaze on Danielle. "Please, hide me," he begged. And as a guard entered the hangar, he crawled under Danielle's legs. In a fast move she drew her cloak around her, covered the sight on the boy.
The guard looked around the big hall. "Hey, you!", he barked at Danielle. "Did you see the little boy?"
"Which little boy?", Danielle faked stupid.
"Ah, forget it, scum." The he swaggered out of the hangar and the big doors closed behind him.
The little boy blinked cautiously from under the cloak. "Is he gone?", he whispered frightened.
"Yes, you can come out.", she answered encouraging. With that, the little boy came out of his hiding place, snuggled against Danielle and clasped her tightly, as if his life depended on it.
"They took my mum," he said quietly. "She said, she would come back. But she isn't back, yet. What do you think, they will do to her?"
Soothing, she wrapped one arm around his shoulders. "I don't know," she answered. "But they won't do any harm to their `goods`," she added with a sigh.
"I'm afraid."
"I know," she said silently and laid her head upon his.
"Are you afraid?"
"No."
"Your are so brave," he admired her. "I wish I would be so brave, too."
"That has nothing to do with braveness. There is just nothing I could be afraid of." Her voice was thick with grief.
"Neither, that you could never see your parents again?", he mumbled in her tunic.
"My parents are dead."
The little one drew back an looked at her with apologizing eyes. "Oh, I am sorry."
"You needn't to. How could you have known?"
"What about friends?", he broke out suddenly.
Her thoughts elsewhere, she answered: "I have no friends. Not anymore."
"Why `not anymore`?"
"They lost theirs trust in me They think I betrayed them.", she said, her voice waving. Tears glinted in her eyes.
"I could be your friend," he said eagerly.
"No," she said, lifted her head form his and drew back her arm. "Stay away form me as far as you can."
The boy looked at her with a hurt gaze. "All I care for get hurt. Or killed. Physically or mentally." A tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. "I'm a curse," she added despaired and sank her head.
"But I want to bee your friend, anyway," he answered determined.
Danielle raised her head again and looked at him stunned. He had much braveness for such a little boy.
A big grin lay on his face and he spread out his hand to her. Danielle couldn't help but smile. She took his hand and shook it.
"What is your name?"
"Danielle. Danielle Jackson."
„Nice to meet you, Danielle. Mine is Anakin Skywalker, " he announced proudly.
„You look sad," a voice echoed through her empty head. And her thoughts drifted back to Obi-Wan. How the sun had shined on his face, as they had been standing on the balcony. The twinkle in this beautiful blue/green eyes, she had trusted entirely.
"You don't want to be a slave." That statement surprised her. And as she lifted her head form her knees, which she had pulled to her chest, she saw a little boy in front of her.
"No." Her sad eyes met the big one of the barely four year old. "But it's not that," she added whispering.
The giant hangar doors opened with a loud sound. The little boy winced, looked nervously around and turned an frightened gaze on Danielle. "Please, hide me," he begged. And as a guard entered the hangar, he crawled under Danielle's legs. In a fast move she drew her cloak around her, covered the sight on the boy.
The guard looked around the big hall. "Hey, you!", he barked at Danielle. "Did you see the little boy?"
"Which little boy?", Danielle faked stupid.
"Ah, forget it, scum." The he swaggered out of the hangar and the big doors closed behind him.
The little boy blinked cautiously from under the cloak. "Is he gone?", he whispered frightened.
"Yes, you can come out.", she answered encouraging. With that, the little boy came out of his hiding place, snuggled against Danielle and clasped her tightly, as if his life depended on it.
"They took my mum," he said quietly. "She said, she would come back. But she isn't back, yet. What do you think, they will do to her?"
Soothing, she wrapped one arm around his shoulders. "I don't know," she answered. "But they won't do any harm to their `goods`," she added with a sigh.
"I'm afraid."
"I know," she said silently and laid her head upon his.
"Are you afraid?"
"No."
"Your are so brave," he admired her. "I wish I would be so brave, too."
"That has nothing to do with braveness. There is just nothing I could be afraid of." Her voice was thick with grief.
"Neither, that you could never see your parents again?", he mumbled in her tunic.
"My parents are dead."
The little one drew back an looked at her with apologizing eyes. "Oh, I am sorry."
"You needn't to. How could you have known?"
"What about friends?", he broke out suddenly.
Her thoughts elsewhere, she answered: "I have no friends. Not anymore."
"Why `not anymore`?"
"They lost theirs trust in me They think I betrayed them.", she said, her voice waving. Tears glinted in her eyes.
"I could be your friend," he said eagerly.
"No," she said, lifted her head form his and drew back her arm. "Stay away form me as far as you can."
The boy looked at her with a hurt gaze. "All I care for get hurt. Or killed. Physically or mentally." A tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. "I'm a curse," she added despaired and sank her head.
"But I want to bee your friend, anyway," he answered determined.
Danielle raised her head again and looked at him stunned. He had much braveness for such a little boy.
A big grin lay on his face and he spread out his hand to her. Danielle couldn't help but smile. She took his hand and shook it.
"What is your name?"
"Danielle. Danielle Jackson."
„Nice to meet you, Danielle. Mine is Anakin Skywalker, " he announced proudly.
