Here you go. Yet another chapter. And don't worry, flamers only make me want to write more! Heehee...
Padme heard Obi-Wan return after being gone for more than an hour. He sounded rushed. She went to greet him, but he practically threw the bags onto the counter and headed into the 'fresher. She frowned, knowing that he didn't have to go that bad.
Obi-Wan immediately looked in the mirror when he closed the door. The knife had slashed a nice, deep wound right across his cheek, and was bleeding profusely. Blood had also dried around the area, and some had somehow gotten in his hair. He frowned at the reflection and began running water to clean himself off. He was searching the 'fresher for a small towel when the door opened.
He almost jumped out of his skin when Padme stepped inside. She gaped at his face while he gaped at her boldness to come into the 'fresher when someone else was in there.
"P..Padme! Wha...whatt are you doing?" he stammered.
"What happened to you?" she asked instead of answering.
"Just a fight." He began to resume his search for a towel but she grabbed his chin and look at the wound.
"It's pretty deep, Obi-Wan. What did it?"
"A knife." He tried to pull away so he could wash it, but she held on almost painfully hard.
"Who did it to you Obi-Wan? Are we in danger now?"
The Jedi sighed. "It was a group of punks, ok? All they wanted was the speeder bike, but I didn't let them have it. So they thought that I was an easy hit, so they attacked me. That's all. So, no, I don't believe we're in any danger."
"Oh good. I was afraid that maybe it was a spy of Anaki...uh, Vader's."
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No. Just punks." He then had to sit still for a good half hour while she cleaned out the wound. He tried many times to get her to sit down and let him do it, but she insisted, painfully at times. A few times when he tried to make her sit down, she wound tighten her grip on his chin, causing more pain for him. She wasn't trying to be mean, she just wanted him to stay put and to stop telling her what to do.
Finally, it was cleaned, disinfected, and covered to her satisfaction, she let him get up. He nodded in thanks to her and then took off and took his usual spot up on the window, where he stayed until dark.
Obi-Wan was awakened later that night by the sound of someone crying. He snapped his head up, only to hit it on the wall. He had once again fallen asleep in the window. He jumped down silently and crept into Padme's room. Padme was alone, curled up as best she could in a fetal position. Obi-Wan relaxed slightly; he had thought someone had gotten in. He walked up beside her bed and squatted by the side, so he could see her eye to eye.
"Padme," he began, "what's wrong?"
She wiped her eyes and put her hand on top of his. "Anakin. I had a dream about Anakin. How he used to be, not how he is now. He used to be so good, so kind. And we were so happy." She began to cry again.
He placed his hand on the side of her face. "Keep those memories, Padme. That should be Anakin as you remember him." He smiled sadly. "Things will get better. They have to. But for now, you should rest. Please try."
He began to stand up to go back to his post but she reached out and grabbed his hand. "No! Don't go. Please, Obi-Wan. Could you stay here with me? Until I fall asleep? Please?"
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say no, but stopped before the word even formed on his tongue. He could see her fear and desperation as he looked at her. He nodded and sat back down. She smiled, grasped his hand, and closed her eyes.
Padme heard Obi-Wan return after being gone for more than an hour. He sounded rushed. She went to greet him, but he practically threw the bags onto the counter and headed into the 'fresher. She frowned, knowing that he didn't have to go that bad.
Obi-Wan immediately looked in the mirror when he closed the door. The knife had slashed a nice, deep wound right across his cheek, and was bleeding profusely. Blood had also dried around the area, and some had somehow gotten in his hair. He frowned at the reflection and began running water to clean himself off. He was searching the 'fresher for a small towel when the door opened.
He almost jumped out of his skin when Padme stepped inside. She gaped at his face while he gaped at her boldness to come into the 'fresher when someone else was in there.
"P..Padme! Wha...whatt are you doing?" he stammered.
"What happened to you?" she asked instead of answering.
"Just a fight." He began to resume his search for a towel but she grabbed his chin and look at the wound.
"It's pretty deep, Obi-Wan. What did it?"
"A knife." He tried to pull away so he could wash it, but she held on almost painfully hard.
"Who did it to you Obi-Wan? Are we in danger now?"
The Jedi sighed. "It was a group of punks, ok? All they wanted was the speeder bike, but I didn't let them have it. So they thought that I was an easy hit, so they attacked me. That's all. So, no, I don't believe we're in any danger."
"Oh good. I was afraid that maybe it was a spy of Anaki...uh, Vader's."
Obi-Wan shook his head. "No. Just punks." He then had to sit still for a good half hour while she cleaned out the wound. He tried many times to get her to sit down and let him do it, but she insisted, painfully at times. A few times when he tried to make her sit down, she wound tighten her grip on his chin, causing more pain for him. She wasn't trying to be mean, she just wanted him to stay put and to stop telling her what to do.
Finally, it was cleaned, disinfected, and covered to her satisfaction, she let him get up. He nodded in thanks to her and then took off and took his usual spot up on the window, where he stayed until dark.
Obi-Wan was awakened later that night by the sound of someone crying. He snapped his head up, only to hit it on the wall. He had once again fallen asleep in the window. He jumped down silently and crept into Padme's room. Padme was alone, curled up as best she could in a fetal position. Obi-Wan relaxed slightly; he had thought someone had gotten in. He walked up beside her bed and squatted by the side, so he could see her eye to eye.
"Padme," he began, "what's wrong?"
She wiped her eyes and put her hand on top of his. "Anakin. I had a dream about Anakin. How he used to be, not how he is now. He used to be so good, so kind. And we were so happy." She began to cry again.
He placed his hand on the side of her face. "Keep those memories, Padme. That should be Anakin as you remember him." He smiled sadly. "Things will get better. They have to. But for now, you should rest. Please try."
He began to stand up to go back to his post but she reached out and grabbed his hand. "No! Don't go. Please, Obi-Wan. Could you stay here with me? Until I fall asleep? Please?"
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say no, but stopped before the word even formed on his tongue. He could see her fear and desperation as he looked at her. He nodded and sat back down. She smiled, grasped his hand, and closed her eyes.