Sorry I was so long. Darth Real Life and Darth Exams have been plaguing me.
This is dedicated to Holly.
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He couldn't put off seeing him any longer and he wasn't sure if he even wanted too.
Anakin had been in the med center for over a week, and he's barely seen him. It wasn't fair on Anakin.
Walking through the halls of the temple, faces seemed to blur into one another, and fade into the background, their voices, and the clicks of jedi tailored shoes all became meaningless static.
Somehow he managed to direct himself to the medical bay, where he found his legs taking the rest of his body with his, to the tiny room, where he paused outside the door and breathed deeply.
'This isn't the time to fall apart. You can do that later. You can be strong.'
With that thought, he twisted the handle into the white room. That's what he's always disliked about the med center; it was very bare looking, very bland.
He imagined Anakin thought the same.
Too his surprise, he saw that Anakin was sitting up, staring out the window adjacent, staring at the bright colors of the rebuilding city around him, bathed in the glow of the morning sun.
"Its beautiful, isn't it?"
Anakin snapped his head around to meet him, in a quick movement. He looked tired, as if he'd been correct in the thought that Anakin would not sleep well, and he had instead tossed and turned all night long.
Anakin just blinked and - was that a faint smile he could see? Was that too much to hope for?
He made his way over to the bed, and sat down next to Anakin.
'He's actually looking at me.' Obi-Wan thought. 'That's a good sign.'
"Perhaps I could talk one of the healers into letting me take you out in to the grounds in a few days, would you like that?" he asked, moving to smooth the young mans' wrinkled t-shirt, as he'd done one a million times before, what felt like a thousand years ago.
There!
That was a definite smile!
'Progress is being made, at least.'
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"Are you sure you don't mind taking them?"
"Don't be silly." Sola laughed. "How many times did you look after Ryoo and Pooja for me, hmm?"
"This," Padme said, and handed her a slip of paper, "Is the number of my personal line. If theres any - any - trouble at all, call me."
"There won't be trouble. Go, spend some time with your husband." Sola shooed Padme out the door.
"Okay, hang on! Let me say good bye first!"
Sola put her hands on her hips, "They're napping. If you wake them, they'll be cranky. You'll be back before they know it." She handed Padme her coat. "They'll have fun with Aunty Sola, okay?"
Padme relented, walking out the door finally. "Don't forget to give them a hug from me when they wake up!"
Sola grumbled something about never being that bad and shut the door. Padme walked over to the air taxi that had been waiting, and climbed in.
"Where to?"
"The Jedi Temple, please."
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As Padme walked through the visitor entrance of the Jedi Med Center, a familiar face caught her eye.
"Yogurt craving, Obi-Wan?" he said, tapping him on the shoulder.
He turned sharply, obviously startled, "Senator,-"
"Padme."
"Padme," he corrected. "It's for Anakin, actually. He's always had a thing for shurra flavored yogurt."
Padme laughed, "Well, are we going to stand here or can I see him?"
Obi-Wan motioned for her to follow, and as they walked down the hall, he commented, "You're very cheery today."
"The twins are actually sleeping through the night, I have family on planet and I'm seeing my husband. Why shouldn't I be happy?"
Her answer came too fast, as they started along the corridor. It reeked of suffering, carving her heart into pieces. "This war has hurt so many."
Obi-Wan nodded, and as they approached the door, he sad gently, "Don't expect too much. He's not ready to talk, or cry or do much of anything yet, my Lady."
They walked in, and Padme found her letting go of her breath. He may be hurt, but he still looks, and is my Ani. Anakin looked straight into Padme's eyes, and bore into her soul.
"You have a visitor today." Obi-Wan spoke up. He then turned to Padme, "I'll give you a minute alone."
Padme nodded and Obi-Wan left the room. She walked straight up to him, and knelt in front of him. She then reached out and touched his head, "Hi."
--- Five minutes, perhaps ten after Obi-Wan had decided to leave the two alone, Padme's coat started to beep.
He gently lifted it out, and opened the door.
".and Ryoo is starting another school soon, she's ten now, can you believe it?"
"Padme."
Padme looked round to see Obi-Wan, and got up, walking over to him. He offered her the device, and she read the message, with heavy eyes.
"Luke's managed to pick himself up a cold. I knew I should have made wear a coat to the park yesterday."
"Of course, if Luke is sick."
"I have to go."
"Who's Luke?"
They both turned in surprise, at the weak voice that came from across the room. Anakin was staring at them, obviously not understanding the conversation.
"What?" Padme asked, her throat dry.
"Who - is - Luke?" Anakin asked, accentuating every word, even though he sounded quiet.
Padme looked to Obi-Wan, who just stared back at her. She decided what to do in that instant and walked up to Anakin, kneeling again.
"Luke - Luke's our son."
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This is dedicated to Holly.
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He couldn't put off seeing him any longer and he wasn't sure if he even wanted too.
Anakin had been in the med center for over a week, and he's barely seen him. It wasn't fair on Anakin.
Walking through the halls of the temple, faces seemed to blur into one another, and fade into the background, their voices, and the clicks of jedi tailored shoes all became meaningless static.
Somehow he managed to direct himself to the medical bay, where he found his legs taking the rest of his body with his, to the tiny room, where he paused outside the door and breathed deeply.
'This isn't the time to fall apart. You can do that later. You can be strong.'
With that thought, he twisted the handle into the white room. That's what he's always disliked about the med center; it was very bare looking, very bland.
He imagined Anakin thought the same.
Too his surprise, he saw that Anakin was sitting up, staring out the window adjacent, staring at the bright colors of the rebuilding city around him, bathed in the glow of the morning sun.
"Its beautiful, isn't it?"
Anakin snapped his head around to meet him, in a quick movement. He looked tired, as if he'd been correct in the thought that Anakin would not sleep well, and he had instead tossed and turned all night long.
Anakin just blinked and - was that a faint smile he could see? Was that too much to hope for?
He made his way over to the bed, and sat down next to Anakin.
'He's actually looking at me.' Obi-Wan thought. 'That's a good sign.'
"Perhaps I could talk one of the healers into letting me take you out in to the grounds in a few days, would you like that?" he asked, moving to smooth the young mans' wrinkled t-shirt, as he'd done one a million times before, what felt like a thousand years ago.
There!
That was a definite smile!
'Progress is being made, at least.'
---
"Are you sure you don't mind taking them?"
"Don't be silly." Sola laughed. "How many times did you look after Ryoo and Pooja for me, hmm?"
"This," Padme said, and handed her a slip of paper, "Is the number of my personal line. If theres any - any - trouble at all, call me."
"There won't be trouble. Go, spend some time with your husband." Sola shooed Padme out the door.
"Okay, hang on! Let me say good bye first!"
Sola put her hands on her hips, "They're napping. If you wake them, they'll be cranky. You'll be back before they know it." She handed Padme her coat. "They'll have fun with Aunty Sola, okay?"
Padme relented, walking out the door finally. "Don't forget to give them a hug from me when they wake up!"
Sola grumbled something about never being that bad and shut the door. Padme walked over to the air taxi that had been waiting, and climbed in.
"Where to?"
"The Jedi Temple, please."
---
As Padme walked through the visitor entrance of the Jedi Med Center, a familiar face caught her eye.
"Yogurt craving, Obi-Wan?" he said, tapping him on the shoulder.
He turned sharply, obviously startled, "Senator,-"
"Padme."
"Padme," he corrected. "It's for Anakin, actually. He's always had a thing for shurra flavored yogurt."
Padme laughed, "Well, are we going to stand here or can I see him?"
Obi-Wan motioned for her to follow, and as they walked down the hall, he commented, "You're very cheery today."
"The twins are actually sleeping through the night, I have family on planet and I'm seeing my husband. Why shouldn't I be happy?"
Her answer came too fast, as they started along the corridor. It reeked of suffering, carving her heart into pieces. "This war has hurt so many."
Obi-Wan nodded, and as they approached the door, he sad gently, "Don't expect too much. He's not ready to talk, or cry or do much of anything yet, my Lady."
They walked in, and Padme found her letting go of her breath. He may be hurt, but he still looks, and is my Ani. Anakin looked straight into Padme's eyes, and bore into her soul.
"You have a visitor today." Obi-Wan spoke up. He then turned to Padme, "I'll give you a minute alone."
Padme nodded and Obi-Wan left the room. She walked straight up to him, and knelt in front of him. She then reached out and touched his head, "Hi."
--- Five minutes, perhaps ten after Obi-Wan had decided to leave the two alone, Padme's coat started to beep.
He gently lifted it out, and opened the door.
".and Ryoo is starting another school soon, she's ten now, can you believe it?"
"Padme."
Padme looked round to see Obi-Wan, and got up, walking over to him. He offered her the device, and she read the message, with heavy eyes.
"Luke's managed to pick himself up a cold. I knew I should have made wear a coat to the park yesterday."
"Of course, if Luke is sick."
"I have to go."
"Who's Luke?"
They both turned in surprise, at the weak voice that came from across the room. Anakin was staring at them, obviously not understanding the conversation.
"What?" Padme asked, her throat dry.
"Who - is - Luke?" Anakin asked, accentuating every word, even though he sounded quiet.
Padme looked to Obi-Wan, who just stared back at her. She decided what to do in that instant and walked up to Anakin, kneeling again.
"Luke - Luke's our son."
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