***Five Eight hours later***
Anakin sat out on the back porch swing. It was more of a rocking chair than a swing, complete with a built on shade. It was large enough for three people, and Anakin took up two spaces. In other words, he was sprawled out on it. He was very tired, but still couldn't sleep, and he spitefully wondered if it had something to do with the way he'd killed the Sith.
The afternoon was warm, and the sun was beginning to set behind the city buildings and clouds. Obi-Wan had long before retired to a spare bedroom in the house, sleeping like the dead. Padme and her family had talked for hours, as people do when they are separated for any long period of time. Before that however, they had eaten lunch. Padme's mother was a great cook, and Anakin didn't think he'd need more food until the next afternoon.
He had already explained to Padme's father the problem with the Hutts, and the Sith, and just who Obi-Wan was. Ruwee understood everything completely, and instructed him not to tell Padme's mother.
Now Anakin let Padme and her family be alone. It was just being polite. It wasn't like he could really talk about anything anyway. Padme knew just what she wanted her family to know about her enslavement, and years of hardship, while he didn't.
Padme walked out of the back door and into the yellow light of the afternoon. She had spotted Anakin reclining on the swing earlier, and now walked over to him, and sat down beside him. "I left this place in chaos." she whispered. "But now it feels like it had never happened and I've never left."
Anakin nodded. "So this is Naboo."
"Yes." Padme answered. "Did I ever tell you how I ever got to Tattoine?"
Anakin didn't answer.
"I was on a diplomatic mission, and our ship was damaged." Padme sighed, fingering the soft fabric of the dress she had changed into earlier. "A Jedi and I went out looking for parts. A sith attacked us on the outskirts, and killed the Jedi. I fled. Later I was caught and sold as a dancing girl to a Hutt."
Anakin turned to her, lifting an eyebrow. "I thought you were a Queen."
Padme opened her mouth in surprise. "You knew!" She swatted at him playfully. "You knew all along!" She paused. "Who told you?"
"Obi-Wan was the apprentice of the Jedi you went out into the city with." Anakin answered simply. "He recognized you immediately."
Padme leaned her head against his shoulder sighing. "So that's how it is huh?"
"Yes." Anakin answered simply.
It wasn't the response Padme was used to, and she sat up again, looking more carefully this time at the young man sitting next to her. For the first time she noticed the dark rings under his eyes, and the way his lips were pulled into a tight line. "What's the matter Anakin?"
"Nothing." Anakin answered, looking away.
Padme caressed his cheek with her fingertips. "Anakin, it's alright. Don't you trust me at all?"
Anakin met her gaze with his penetrating blue eyes. He took her hand in his, sighing. "I don't understand the Force, Padme." He whispered. "I don't even know if I'm the right person Obi-Wan was sent to find on Tattoine in the first place."
Padme watched as Anakin expressed his doubts to her. It wasn't surprising, everything had happened extremely fast. Even know she was having trouble believing that it was all real.
"I killed the Sith." Anakin said, looking down at his hands.
"You saved us." Padme said, surprised and not truly understanding.
"No Padme." Anakin insisted. "I used the power I have the same way he did. I gave in, if I didn't I thought that I was going to die. And now-" He shuddered. "I'm afraid I'm becoming what he was."
Padme shook her head. "Anakin, you are the smartest and bravest person I know. You saved me Anakin, and I don't think anyone else could have. There is no way you could become what he was."
Anakin looked up at her, his gaze weary now. He wanted to believe her, but that darkness inside of him whispered that it was hopeless.
Padme could tell he still didn't believe. She wrapped her arms around him the way she had done before when she felt like she couldn't express what she meant. "Don't be afraid." She whispered. "Just stay in the light, if things are wrong, we'll fix them."
Anakin recognized the words he'd said when Padme had stood on the steps outside of her house, afraid to go in because of what might happened or what might have happened. It was ironic how the same went for him. But while he was simply telling her to knock on the door, she was telling him to brave his future. Anakin put his arms around her, leaning his chin on the top of her head. Slowly, his eyes fluttered closed, and he drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued!! (Be patient, this site is REALLY SLOW!)
Anakin sat out on the back porch swing. It was more of a rocking chair than a swing, complete with a built on shade. It was large enough for three people, and Anakin took up two spaces. In other words, he was sprawled out on it. He was very tired, but still couldn't sleep, and he spitefully wondered if it had something to do with the way he'd killed the Sith.
The afternoon was warm, and the sun was beginning to set behind the city buildings and clouds. Obi-Wan had long before retired to a spare bedroom in the house, sleeping like the dead. Padme and her family had talked for hours, as people do when they are separated for any long period of time. Before that however, they had eaten lunch. Padme's mother was a great cook, and Anakin didn't think he'd need more food until the next afternoon.
He had already explained to Padme's father the problem with the Hutts, and the Sith, and just who Obi-Wan was. Ruwee understood everything completely, and instructed him not to tell Padme's mother.
Now Anakin let Padme and her family be alone. It was just being polite. It wasn't like he could really talk about anything anyway. Padme knew just what she wanted her family to know about her enslavement, and years of hardship, while he didn't.
Padme walked out of the back door and into the yellow light of the afternoon. She had spotted Anakin reclining on the swing earlier, and now walked over to him, and sat down beside him. "I left this place in chaos." she whispered. "But now it feels like it had never happened and I've never left."
Anakin nodded. "So this is Naboo."
"Yes." Padme answered. "Did I ever tell you how I ever got to Tattoine?"
Anakin didn't answer.
"I was on a diplomatic mission, and our ship was damaged." Padme sighed, fingering the soft fabric of the dress she had changed into earlier. "A Jedi and I went out looking for parts. A sith attacked us on the outskirts, and killed the Jedi. I fled. Later I was caught and sold as a dancing girl to a Hutt."
Anakin turned to her, lifting an eyebrow. "I thought you were a Queen."
Padme opened her mouth in surprise. "You knew!" She swatted at him playfully. "You knew all along!" She paused. "Who told you?"
"Obi-Wan was the apprentice of the Jedi you went out into the city with." Anakin answered simply. "He recognized you immediately."
Padme leaned her head against his shoulder sighing. "So that's how it is huh?"
"Yes." Anakin answered simply.
It wasn't the response Padme was used to, and she sat up again, looking more carefully this time at the young man sitting next to her. For the first time she noticed the dark rings under his eyes, and the way his lips were pulled into a tight line. "What's the matter Anakin?"
"Nothing." Anakin answered, looking away.
Padme caressed his cheek with her fingertips. "Anakin, it's alright. Don't you trust me at all?"
Anakin met her gaze with his penetrating blue eyes. He took her hand in his, sighing. "I don't understand the Force, Padme." He whispered. "I don't even know if I'm the right person Obi-Wan was sent to find on Tattoine in the first place."
Padme watched as Anakin expressed his doubts to her. It wasn't surprising, everything had happened extremely fast. Even know she was having trouble believing that it was all real.
"I killed the Sith." Anakin said, looking down at his hands.
"You saved us." Padme said, surprised and not truly understanding.
"No Padme." Anakin insisted. "I used the power I have the same way he did. I gave in, if I didn't I thought that I was going to die. And now-" He shuddered. "I'm afraid I'm becoming what he was."
Padme shook her head. "Anakin, you are the smartest and bravest person I know. You saved me Anakin, and I don't think anyone else could have. There is no way you could become what he was."
Anakin looked up at her, his gaze weary now. He wanted to believe her, but that darkness inside of him whispered that it was hopeless.
Padme could tell he still didn't believe. She wrapped her arms around him the way she had done before when she felt like she couldn't express what she meant. "Don't be afraid." She whispered. "Just stay in the light, if things are wrong, we'll fix them."
Anakin recognized the words he'd said when Padme had stood on the steps outside of her house, afraid to go in because of what might happened or what might have happened. It was ironic how the same went for him. But while he was simply telling her to knock on the door, she was telling him to brave his future. Anakin put his arms around her, leaning his chin on the top of her head. Slowly, his eyes fluttered closed, and he drifted off to sleep.
To Be Continued!! (Be patient, this site is REALLY SLOW!)