Anakin ran down the hallway to his apartment, entered it, and looked around
quickly. Where was he? He could sense him, even now. He stood, breathing
hard, and heard the sounds from the room. Slowly he walked to the bedroom,
not wanting to go there.
The door slid open to reveal Padme in a diaphanous gown of pastel colors,
being held in a man's arms. She was laughing, her head thrown back, as the
man buried his head in her neck.
"Padme, no!" Anakin screamed.
She looked at him and smiled, "Anakin, you're home early."
The man raised his head. "Just trying to help, my young apprentice."
And Anakin fell to the floor, hands over his head, shutting out the sounds
of Obi-
Wan's laughter. "You may have her when you've finished your training." Kenobi's voice echoed in his head. "Perhaps." "Padme is mine!!" Anakin shouted, rage coursing through him as he stood and activated his lightsaber. He advanced and Obi-Wan didn't try to defend himself. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can imagine." Obi-Wan said, suddenly it was dark, and Anakin knew it was only the two of them. "I hate you!!" Anakin screamed, and struck. But nothing was there. Obi-Wan had vanished. "No!!!"
Anakin bolted upright, tangled in the blankets, breathing hard. It took a moment for him to realize he was in the transport, heading home. This nightmare was new, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was confused. Why dream about Padme and Obi-Wan? As much as he resented his Master, he knew Obi-Wan was the epitome of honor. He would never, and Padme would never.. Anakin shook his head, what was going on? He looked at his chrono, he would be home in a couple hours. He needed to be with Padme. And until then, he would meditate. After 10 minutes, he realized that would be impossible, the only things he could see in his mind were Padme and Obi-Wan. He tried to clear his mind again. But the thoughts grew worse. Padme and Obi-Wan, entwined in their bed. Padme calling out Obi-Wan's name. "Concentrate." He told himself tightly. But the anger and jealousy in him seethed now. So he sat in the dark, and waited, clenching his fists, over and over.
Padme sat in the apartment, looking over the candlelit dinner and darkened room. She'd made Anakin's favourite dishes, and was wearing a gown she knew he'd like. Shimmering layers of pastel gauze fabric, sleeveless and flowing. Her hair was down, held back by a simple silver band, the way he preferred it. He was on his way, the transport had landed a few minutes before. She turned as the door slid open. He stood in the doorway for a moment as if accustoming himself to the dark room. She could see his outline, the measuring stance of it. "Anakin, welcome home, how was your mission?" She held out her hands to him. He walked to her slowly, and as he came closer, her hands dropped to her sides. His face was raw with pain and anger. His eyes, dark pools of rage. "Ani, what is it? What's happened?" she asked. He stared at her, her dress and hair. "Why don't you tell me?" he asked, his voice so husky she could barely recognize it. "I don't understand." She shook her head, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Suddenly, Anakin's face became impassive, a Jedi mask. "It's nothing, I'm just tired from the trip. Let's eat, it looks like you've made everything I like." He said, and he turned, pulling her chair out for her. The meal was quiet, punctuated by small comments of the Geonosis base, and the Senate's decision. Afterwards, Anakin held out a hand to her. "Come, let's retire for the evening, my lady." But, even as Padme grasped his hand, she saw that same rage in his eyes. In their bedroom, Anakin paused again at the door, looking around carefully, then removing his clothes. Padme lay in the bed looking up at him worriedly. "Ani, what's wrong?" she asked. He shook his head. "Nothing." Then he crawled in beside her. He turned to her and pulled her to him suddenly, crushing her against him, his mouth on hers. She pulled back, pushing against his chest with her hands. "Anakin, what is it?" he was never like this, so demanding. He'd always been tender, almost unsure of himself. "Don't you want me?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes burning into hers. She sensed an underlying importance to the question and slowly nodded her head. "Of course, it's just." but he cut her off, placing his mouth over hers again. She tried to move with him, to do as he wanted, but he was so rough, almost brutal. She stared up at him as he rose above her, the sweat glistening on his bare chest, the well-defined muscles of his arms on either side of her body like a trap. And his face, angry, confused, in pain. "Anakin, please, slow down." She whispered, trying to touch his cheek. He pulled his head away, "No!" he growled, and then he started again, and she felt wave after wave of rage coursing from him. The hate, anger and pain he was feeling, flowing from him to her. Her body trembled at the chaotic emotions she couldn't stop. Her head swam. Then she looked up at him and saw his face. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he moved above her, his body melding to hers frantically, til he collapsed on top of her, and the sobs racked his body. She put her arms around him, stroking his back, holding him tight. "Anakin..please, tell me." She whispered. "I don't want to hurt you, Padme. Please don't ever do anything that makes me hurt you." Anakin's voice was raw. "You won't, Anakin. We love each other, everything is going to be fine." Padme was confused and scared. What had happened. Had he found out about Obi-Wan's visit? Suddenly, Anakin sat up. "Obi-Wan. I sensed it. You were with him!" He shouted. "Anakin, he stopped by the Senate to talk, that's all. He's worried about you, so am I. You have to gain control over your emotions. I'm scared of what will happen if you don't. And so is Obi-Wan." Padme pleaded. Anakin was up and dressed already, and Padme pulled on her robe, running after him, and grabbing his arm before he could get to the door. "Anakin, you have to listen to me!" she exclaimed. "No, it's time to listen to me!" Anakin said coldly, and she sensed power from him, barely veiled, barely suppressed. "And Obi-Wan Kenobi will be the first to hear my voice."
Wan's laughter. "You may have her when you've finished your training." Kenobi's voice echoed in his head. "Perhaps." "Padme is mine!!" Anakin shouted, rage coursing through him as he stood and activated his lightsaber. He advanced and Obi-Wan didn't try to defend himself. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can imagine." Obi-Wan said, suddenly it was dark, and Anakin knew it was only the two of them. "I hate you!!" Anakin screamed, and struck. But nothing was there. Obi-Wan had vanished. "No!!!"
Anakin bolted upright, tangled in the blankets, breathing hard. It took a moment for him to realize he was in the transport, heading home. This nightmare was new, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was confused. Why dream about Padme and Obi-Wan? As much as he resented his Master, he knew Obi-Wan was the epitome of honor. He would never, and Padme would never.. Anakin shook his head, what was going on? He looked at his chrono, he would be home in a couple hours. He needed to be with Padme. And until then, he would meditate. After 10 minutes, he realized that would be impossible, the only things he could see in his mind were Padme and Obi-Wan. He tried to clear his mind again. But the thoughts grew worse. Padme and Obi-Wan, entwined in their bed. Padme calling out Obi-Wan's name. "Concentrate." He told himself tightly. But the anger and jealousy in him seethed now. So he sat in the dark, and waited, clenching his fists, over and over.
Padme sat in the apartment, looking over the candlelit dinner and darkened room. She'd made Anakin's favourite dishes, and was wearing a gown she knew he'd like. Shimmering layers of pastel gauze fabric, sleeveless and flowing. Her hair was down, held back by a simple silver band, the way he preferred it. He was on his way, the transport had landed a few minutes before. She turned as the door slid open. He stood in the doorway for a moment as if accustoming himself to the dark room. She could see his outline, the measuring stance of it. "Anakin, welcome home, how was your mission?" She held out her hands to him. He walked to her slowly, and as he came closer, her hands dropped to her sides. His face was raw with pain and anger. His eyes, dark pools of rage. "Ani, what is it? What's happened?" she asked. He stared at her, her dress and hair. "Why don't you tell me?" he asked, his voice so husky she could barely recognize it. "I don't understand." She shook her head, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Suddenly, Anakin's face became impassive, a Jedi mask. "It's nothing, I'm just tired from the trip. Let's eat, it looks like you've made everything I like." He said, and he turned, pulling her chair out for her. The meal was quiet, punctuated by small comments of the Geonosis base, and the Senate's decision. Afterwards, Anakin held out a hand to her. "Come, let's retire for the evening, my lady." But, even as Padme grasped his hand, she saw that same rage in his eyes. In their bedroom, Anakin paused again at the door, looking around carefully, then removing his clothes. Padme lay in the bed looking up at him worriedly. "Ani, what's wrong?" she asked. He shook his head. "Nothing." Then he crawled in beside her. He turned to her and pulled her to him suddenly, crushing her against him, his mouth on hers. She pulled back, pushing against his chest with her hands. "Anakin, what is it?" he was never like this, so demanding. He'd always been tender, almost unsure of himself. "Don't you want me?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes burning into hers. She sensed an underlying importance to the question and slowly nodded her head. "Of course, it's just." but he cut her off, placing his mouth over hers again. She tried to move with him, to do as he wanted, but he was so rough, almost brutal. She stared up at him as he rose above her, the sweat glistening on his bare chest, the well-defined muscles of his arms on either side of her body like a trap. And his face, angry, confused, in pain. "Anakin, please, slow down." She whispered, trying to touch his cheek. He pulled his head away, "No!" he growled, and then he started again, and she felt wave after wave of rage coursing from him. The hate, anger and pain he was feeling, flowing from him to her. Her body trembled at the chaotic emotions she couldn't stop. Her head swam. Then she looked up at him and saw his face. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he moved above her, his body melding to hers frantically, til he collapsed on top of her, and the sobs racked his body. She put her arms around him, stroking his back, holding him tight. "Anakin..please, tell me." She whispered. "I don't want to hurt you, Padme. Please don't ever do anything that makes me hurt you." Anakin's voice was raw. "You won't, Anakin. We love each other, everything is going to be fine." Padme was confused and scared. What had happened. Had he found out about Obi-Wan's visit? Suddenly, Anakin sat up. "Obi-Wan. I sensed it. You were with him!" He shouted. "Anakin, he stopped by the Senate to talk, that's all. He's worried about you, so am I. You have to gain control over your emotions. I'm scared of what will happen if you don't. And so is Obi-Wan." Padme pleaded. Anakin was up and dressed already, and Padme pulled on her robe, running after him, and grabbing his arm before he could get to the door. "Anakin, you have to listen to me!" she exclaimed. "No, it's time to listen to me!" Anakin said coldly, and she sensed power from him, barely veiled, barely suppressed. "And Obi-Wan Kenobi will be the first to hear my voice."