Chapter Fifteen:
(A.N. Sorry for taking long- hope you enjoy!)
The minute the storm started, the twin suns were taken from the sky, immersing Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Jabba's palace in darkness. The wind and the sand beat against Anakin's back as he dragged Obi-Wan up to the top of the sand dune. The wound the Sith had given him at the beginning of their encounter made it feel like his entire back was on fire when the wind hit it. Just another pain.
Anakin couldn't see anything, it was all just a brown blur of sand, sand, and more sand. He would never find the Phoenix in this storm.
The sand and wind battered against him, and Anakin kneeled down next to Obi- Wan, wondering if the Jedi had come-to. He hadn't. Anakin looked around, hauling the Jedi up again. Suddenly, the wind shifted. Instead of blowing on his back, it blew in his face.
Anakin stood up straighter, knowing that this was totally unnatural he wondered what kind of monster he had to face now. He smirked, it was probably something huge, and wanting to suck his blood.
He was right. It was huge. But it didn't want to suck his blood.
Suddenly, Anakin and Obi-Wan were bathed in the landing lights of a ship that hovered next to them in mid-air.
Anakin lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light, and saw that the ship's ramp was extending. A familiar figure was coming down it.
Padme held the slave-cape close to her. Found them. She had the ship circling for the last ten minutes, looking for life forms. Thank the stars she'd found them. Padme ran down the ramp, taking Obi-Wan's other arm over her shoulder. Together, she and Anakin carried Obi-Wan up the ramp and into the cool insides of the Phoenix.
As soon as they were inside, she and Anakin lifted the severely wounded Jedi onto the bed. Padme looked at the wound. "Sithspawn." She leaned toward the cockpit. "Take us to Mos Espa." She ordered. "To the nearest medical facility, and I mean yesterday, or I'll have pulverize you!"
Vaguely, Anakin wondered just who Padme had flying his ship. But that question was answered quickly as a thick voice with Toydarian accent came from the cockpit.
"Okay! Holdja wait, dis is a lil complicated ya know." Watto yelled back.
Anakin swayed on his feet as the ship changed direction, and Padme pulled him into a tight embrace, steadying him. Anakin wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes. Once again he felt her soft hair against his face, and smelled the scent he always associated with her. It was great.
"What happened to the Sith?" Padme asked fearfully.
Anakin laughed, holding her closer. "He lost his head."
Padme felt Anakin lean on her, he probably didn't notice it, but he was. With a strange sense of purpose, she realized that it was time for her to hold him up, returning the favor he'd given in Jabba's palace. However, she knew she could never fully repay him. "Are you alright?" she whispered.
"Yes." Anakin answered simply. "Lightsaber duels. They're a killer." There was a pause, and he felt her shudder in his arms, and he drew back- looking in her eyes, seeing a single tear run down her cheek. Gently, he wiped it away with his hand. "Is that about me?" Anakin whispered, strangely hoping that it was.
Padme looked up into Anakin's blue eyes. It was a simple question, and it deserved an answer. "I can't loose you Anakin Skywalker." She whispered. "When I thought that I did, I couldn't even breathe."
Anakin paused, understanding what she was trying to tell him. Slowly, he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers in a real, deep, kiss. Padme leaned her head back, not resisting it at all.
This time nobody interrupted them. Watto was having enough of a time flying the ship. Not to mention that he knew that if he bothered the couple now he might get fried.
To Be CONTINUED!
(Okay, I'm going to go on another trip Tuesday, so I'm going to give you the end of the story. But don't make me cry huh? Give me your comments fer every chapter??)
(A.N. Sorry for taking long- hope you enjoy!)
The minute the storm started, the twin suns were taken from the sky, immersing Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Jabba's palace in darkness. The wind and the sand beat against Anakin's back as he dragged Obi-Wan up to the top of the sand dune. The wound the Sith had given him at the beginning of their encounter made it feel like his entire back was on fire when the wind hit it. Just another pain.
Anakin couldn't see anything, it was all just a brown blur of sand, sand, and more sand. He would never find the Phoenix in this storm.
The sand and wind battered against him, and Anakin kneeled down next to Obi- Wan, wondering if the Jedi had come-to. He hadn't. Anakin looked around, hauling the Jedi up again. Suddenly, the wind shifted. Instead of blowing on his back, it blew in his face.
Anakin stood up straighter, knowing that this was totally unnatural he wondered what kind of monster he had to face now. He smirked, it was probably something huge, and wanting to suck his blood.
He was right. It was huge. But it didn't want to suck his blood.
Suddenly, Anakin and Obi-Wan were bathed in the landing lights of a ship that hovered next to them in mid-air.
Anakin lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light, and saw that the ship's ramp was extending. A familiar figure was coming down it.
Padme held the slave-cape close to her. Found them. She had the ship circling for the last ten minutes, looking for life forms. Thank the stars she'd found them. Padme ran down the ramp, taking Obi-Wan's other arm over her shoulder. Together, she and Anakin carried Obi-Wan up the ramp and into the cool insides of the Phoenix.
As soon as they were inside, she and Anakin lifted the severely wounded Jedi onto the bed. Padme looked at the wound. "Sithspawn." She leaned toward the cockpit. "Take us to Mos Espa." She ordered. "To the nearest medical facility, and I mean yesterday, or I'll have pulverize you!"
Vaguely, Anakin wondered just who Padme had flying his ship. But that question was answered quickly as a thick voice with Toydarian accent came from the cockpit.
"Okay! Holdja wait, dis is a lil complicated ya know." Watto yelled back.
Anakin swayed on his feet as the ship changed direction, and Padme pulled him into a tight embrace, steadying him. Anakin wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes. Once again he felt her soft hair against his face, and smelled the scent he always associated with her. It was great.
"What happened to the Sith?" Padme asked fearfully.
Anakin laughed, holding her closer. "He lost his head."
Padme felt Anakin lean on her, he probably didn't notice it, but he was. With a strange sense of purpose, she realized that it was time for her to hold him up, returning the favor he'd given in Jabba's palace. However, she knew she could never fully repay him. "Are you alright?" she whispered.
"Yes." Anakin answered simply. "Lightsaber duels. They're a killer." There was a pause, and he felt her shudder in his arms, and he drew back- looking in her eyes, seeing a single tear run down her cheek. Gently, he wiped it away with his hand. "Is that about me?" Anakin whispered, strangely hoping that it was.
Padme looked up into Anakin's blue eyes. It was a simple question, and it deserved an answer. "I can't loose you Anakin Skywalker." She whispered. "When I thought that I did, I couldn't even breathe."
Anakin paused, understanding what she was trying to tell him. Slowly, he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers in a real, deep, kiss. Padme leaned her head back, not resisting it at all.
This time nobody interrupted them. Watto was having enough of a time flying the ship. Not to mention that he knew that if he bothered the couple now he might get fried.
To Be CONTINUED!
(Okay, I'm going to go on another trip Tuesday, so I'm going to give you the end of the story. But don't make me cry huh? Give me your comments fer every chapter??)