This is one of my favorite songs and song fics. It uses Sarah McLachlan's
'Angel'. Since Anakin called Padmé an Angel in Episode I, the song just
fit. This one is also posted on the Moons of Iego website. This was the
first song fic I ever wrote.
AU and PG
The Arms of the Angel
~Spend all your time waiting for a second chance, For a break that would make it okay.~
Anakin stared out his window at the falling rain. The death of his mother had hit him hard. He had sometimes wished, like this moment, that he had never gone with Qui-Gon. He wondered why the path of the Force was taking him this way. Where was his second chance?
~There's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day.~
His mind would not stop working. The sun had descended below the horizon, and night was upon them. Rain still battered the windows. Sleep was the main priority right now, but somehow it evaded his grasp. Nothing he did helped him forget his mother. He needed something to do.
~I need some distraction, oh beautiful release. Memory seeps from my veins.~
He thought of his mother a lot now as he wandered the halls of the Theed Palace. 'Too many memories', is what he thought sometimes. He needed something else to think of right now. Walking into the throne room, he discovered that he wasn't alone. There was someone in the room already.
~Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.~
She was standing there as a vision to him, beautiful and wonderful. Standing there in the darkness, but there was just enough light to see her, was the woman that he had fallen in love with, his Angel.
~In the arms of an angel, Fly away from here, From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.~
She turned to him, feeling his sadness. She held out her arms to him and he collapsed into her arms. Feeling the warmth and comfort there in her arms. Peace would find him, if he stayed in the Angel's arms.
~You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.~
Her soft voice spoke to him, pulling him out of his mind. "Ani, I heard." He didn't want to hear. He wanted everything to be silent. Oh, the pain that his mind was giving him.
~You're in the arms of the angel, May you find some comfort there. ~
He could smell the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against his. There was comfort and solace in her arms. The Dark Side would not dare challenge him here. Padmé's love kept him warm. There could be peace here.
~So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn, There's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting.~
The Dark Side had been following him ever since his mother's death. The Jedi Masters would tell him time after time that he should have never kept so much for his mother. His eyes held tears now, but he would not let them fall. His heart kept twisting in a storm of emotion.
~You keep building the lie, That you make up for all that you lack.~
He would tell himself sometimes that perhaps that his mother was still alive, that what he felt was just the fear of his own heart. He was a good man. He would be an excellent Jedi. He was everything that he dreamed to be. He hoped.
~It don't make no difference, Escaping one last time.~
Running to Padmé should be the last thing that he did. His Masters would have told him to stand up to these feelings on his own. But, he had a feeling that this would be the last time he could find solace in her arms. There was a nagging at his heart telling him that he should spend as much time as possible with his love.
~It's easier to believe in the sweet madness oh, This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.~
There now was no doubt in his mind that his mother was truly dead. It was easier than making up any imaginary explanation. The pain that he was feeling was unbearable, driving him mad. Death was not supposed to be part of everyday life.
~In the arms of an angel, Fly away from here, From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.~
Her lips met his in a soft kiss. His Angel knew how to save him and try to heal the pain. Her lips were soft and warm, her embrace even more than that. He wanted to stay here, away from anything that he feared. Away from pain, and sadness, and cold.
~You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.~
This time he spoke softly, "My Angel." That was all he could get out, to break the silence that had collected around them. Now the tears fell, mixing in her hair. Those words in his own ears were magic. They, in themselves, comforted him.
~You're in the arms of the angel, May you find comfort some here.~
Comfort finally found him. Love, hope and destiny intertwined themselves around the couple. Anakin whispered softly to his love, "I love you, Angel."
She looked up into his eyes, "I know, Jedi."
The rain slowed to a gentle drizzle and the clouds lifted, bathing them both in moonlight. Silhouetted in the moonlight, he could see that he had been right about this girl, she was truly an Angel.
~~~~~~
Star Wars dream: George Lucas "Angel": Sarah McLachlan The Arms of the Angel fan fiction: Lil' Bit, July 2001
AU and PG
The Arms of the Angel
~Spend all your time waiting for a second chance, For a break that would make it okay.~
Anakin stared out his window at the falling rain. The death of his mother had hit him hard. He had sometimes wished, like this moment, that he had never gone with Qui-Gon. He wondered why the path of the Force was taking him this way. Where was his second chance?
~There's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day.~
His mind would not stop working. The sun had descended below the horizon, and night was upon them. Rain still battered the windows. Sleep was the main priority right now, but somehow it evaded his grasp. Nothing he did helped him forget his mother. He needed something to do.
~I need some distraction, oh beautiful release. Memory seeps from my veins.~
He thought of his mother a lot now as he wandered the halls of the Theed Palace. 'Too many memories', is what he thought sometimes. He needed something else to think of right now. Walking into the throne room, he discovered that he wasn't alone. There was someone in the room already.
~Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.~
She was standing there as a vision to him, beautiful and wonderful. Standing there in the darkness, but there was just enough light to see her, was the woman that he had fallen in love with, his Angel.
~In the arms of an angel, Fly away from here, From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.~
She turned to him, feeling his sadness. She held out her arms to him and he collapsed into her arms. Feeling the warmth and comfort there in her arms. Peace would find him, if he stayed in the Angel's arms.
~You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.~
Her soft voice spoke to him, pulling him out of his mind. "Ani, I heard." He didn't want to hear. He wanted everything to be silent. Oh, the pain that his mind was giving him.
~You're in the arms of the angel, May you find some comfort there. ~
He could smell the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against his. There was comfort and solace in her arms. The Dark Side would not dare challenge him here. Padmé's love kept him warm. There could be peace here.
~So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn, There's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting.~
The Dark Side had been following him ever since his mother's death. The Jedi Masters would tell him time after time that he should have never kept so much for his mother. His eyes held tears now, but he would not let them fall. His heart kept twisting in a storm of emotion.
~You keep building the lie, That you make up for all that you lack.~
He would tell himself sometimes that perhaps that his mother was still alive, that what he felt was just the fear of his own heart. He was a good man. He would be an excellent Jedi. He was everything that he dreamed to be. He hoped.
~It don't make no difference, Escaping one last time.~
Running to Padmé should be the last thing that he did. His Masters would have told him to stand up to these feelings on his own. But, he had a feeling that this would be the last time he could find solace in her arms. There was a nagging at his heart telling him that he should spend as much time as possible with his love.
~It's easier to believe in the sweet madness oh, This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.~
There now was no doubt in his mind that his mother was truly dead. It was easier than making up any imaginary explanation. The pain that he was feeling was unbearable, driving him mad. Death was not supposed to be part of everyday life.
~In the arms of an angel, Fly away from here, From this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.~
Her lips met his in a soft kiss. His Angel knew how to save him and try to heal the pain. Her lips were soft and warm, her embrace even more than that. He wanted to stay here, away from anything that he feared. Away from pain, and sadness, and cold.
~You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.~
This time he spoke softly, "My Angel." That was all he could get out, to break the silence that had collected around them. Now the tears fell, mixing in her hair. Those words in his own ears were magic. They, in themselves, comforted him.
~You're in the arms of the angel, May you find comfort some here.~
Comfort finally found him. Love, hope and destiny intertwined themselves around the couple. Anakin whispered softly to his love, "I love you, Angel."
She looked up into his eyes, "I know, Jedi."
The rain slowed to a gentle drizzle and the clouds lifted, bathing them both in moonlight. Silhouetted in the moonlight, he could see that he had been right about this girl, she was truly an Angel.
~~~~~~
Star Wars dream: George Lucas "Angel": Sarah McLachlan The Arms of the Angel fan fiction: Lil' Bit, July 2001
