Okay, here it is...the chapter I have been dreading posting, but it was a
story idea that I have been thinking about for a long time. Please no
flames! I don't like it either, but it was a story bug that just wouldn't
leave me alone, you know how that is. I hope you enjoy, and PLEASE keep
reading after this chapter. You all are awesome! Here we go...
Chapter 8
Padme ran down the halls of the Jedi Temple as fast as she could. Obi-Wan had just come back from retrieving Anakin, and now they were in the hospital wing. The twenty-five year olds heart was pounding against her ribs as she rounded the last corner to the medical wing. A million thoughts raced through her head along with a million scenarios of what could happen. She envisioned Anakin sitting up in the bed completely fine and waiting for her to come running into his arms. But then again, she also imagined Anakin lying dead. What would she do then? She came to the glass automatic door of the medical center and she stopped, standing, staring at the door. She saw movement inside and her breathing stopped. She couldn't enter. I can't go in there she thought. She couldn't face what fate had to offer. She was scared. She couldn't' live without Anakin, and she didn't want to have to face the probability. But then, Padme thought about the child in her womb, and her resolve changed. Anakin had to know that he was going to be a father, and impeding death was not going to stop her from letting him know. Padme smoothed down her white dress, sighed heavily and walked through the door.
The Jedi had formed a ring around a single bed towards the window. A steady beep was the only sound along with the sound of flowing oxygen and breathing. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked up, obviously having felt her presence. He looked at the dark skinned Jedi and then moved out of the circle. The other Jedi looked up and saw Padme. Their eyes were full of pain and they were empty like they were hardly living. Padme had a bad feeling growing in her stomach.
Obi-Wan came up to her, took her arm and led her towards a couch on the far side of the room. Padme tried to look beyond the Jedi toward the figure on the bed, but she couldn't see her husband. She knew in her heart that it was Anakin that the Jedi were surrounding and sending energy. Obi-Wan sat her down and sat down next to her. A silence ensued between them as they both thought of what to say. Padme brought her head up first.
"What's going to happen, Obi-Wan?" she asked. The Jedi looked into her eyes. "How bad is it?" Her voice quivered as she spoke. She was scared.
"He sustained massive internal injuries to his chest and stomach," Obi-Wan began. He hesitated. "If we had only gotten to him sooner..." Obi-Wan brought a hand to his face and calmed himself. Padme's eyes began to sting. Obi-Wan looked into her eyes. "We're trying everything we can and the doctor has, too but..." How do I say this? Obi-Wan thought.
"But what, Obi-Wan?" He could see the tears that were preparing to flow. She needed to know the truth. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and continued.
"He's not going to make it, Padme." The senator closed her eyes and put her head down into her hands. "He's dying. I'm sorry." Obi-Wan now had tears threatening to fall down his face, but he knew he had to be strong for Padme.
Padme felt the wetness on her cheeks and hands, but she also felt Obi-Wan's hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her. Anakin was dying. Her husband was dying. Her husband and father of her child was dying. Why? Why is the universe plotting against me? Why can't I be happy? These thoughts ran through her mind as sobs wracked her body. Obi-Wan softly rubbed her back, held her hand and sent her soothing feelings through the Force. Finally, Padme looked up at Obi-Wan, her face streaked with tears.
"Why is this happening to me, Obi-Wan?" she asked weakly. "Why am I not allowed to be fully happy?" Obi-Wan shook his head.
"Padme?" a weak voice croaked from across the room. She looked up and saw that Anakin's blue eyes were open and looking around. Padme stood up and shot to her husband's bedside. When her face came into view, Anakin's eyes stopped their frantic search as they focused. He smiled weakly and Padme forced a smile. His left eye was almost swollen shut and his right eyebrow was slashed. His right cheek was blue and red with the showings of a bruise. The rest of his body was covered in a long sleeved white shirt and the medical blanket. They hadn't wanted Padme to see her husband's beaten and bruised body, and she was glad for that. She wouldn't have been able to hold onto what little composure she had left.
"Hi, Ani," she whispered as Obi-Wan rejoined the circle of Jedi bound on prolonging Anakin's life as long as possible. Padme ran her hand down her husband's battered right cheek gently. A tear rolled down her cheek. "How are you doing?" Anakin closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm slipping," he said, and then met her gaze again.
"They told you?" Anakin shook his head.
"I can tell," he whispered. Padme's gaze dropped to his hand wrapped in hers. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears began rolling down her cheeks. She was going to lose her husband. She felt Anakin's hand on her cheek and she looked up. I'm sorry, Padme," he said.
"Oh, Ani." She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "What do you have to be sorry about?" Anakin's face fell.
"I was selfish, Padme." He held his hand against her cheek. "I wanted you to be my wife, and now you're going to be a widow." Anakin paused as his wounds began to sting. "I should have thought the whole thing through. I should have known that I wouldn't make it to..." He was silenced by his wife's lips on his. They lingered there for a second and Padme pulled away gently.
"Anakin, you have nothing to be sorry for," she whispered. "You didn't force yourself upon me at all. I love you, and I always have. I'm the one who is sorry." Anakin's eyes narrowed and softened.
"Why? You did nothing."
"I'm pregnant, Ani." The young Jedi's eyes went as wide as they could without causing pain. Even from behind his black eye, Padme knew she could see his blue eyes sparkle. She smiled happily. "That's right, Ani. You're gunna be a daddy. I'm just sorry you won't be able to see your baby."
"When?" Anakin asked weakly. Padme smiled.
"A few weeks ago." Anakin's mouth quirked up into his famous half smile and Padme melted. "There's that smile I love so much," she whispered and Anakin chuckled softly. Then he grew serious. He moved his hand to his wife's lower belly and closed his eyes. He was feeling his new child. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds, and then they slowly fluttered back open and her husband's smile broadened.
"They're going to be strong, Padme." Padme's eyes widened. "They?" Anakin nodded slowly. "Twins?" Again he nodded. Padme's eyes grew soft and she smiled sadly before she leaned down and kissed her husband with a passion she had only known for a short time. They were going to have twins. Anakin's hand came up and caressed his wife's cheek and then softly ran through her hair. Padme pulled away and looked through her hair. Padme pulled away and looked down at him.
"I love you," Anakin whispered sadly. Padme gulped as she heard that the heart monitor's beep had slowed. She cried openly then.
"I love you, too, Anakin." She embraced her husband as well as she could, burring her face into his neck and taking in the scent that she only knew belonged to her husband. Anakin nestled his face into his wife's curled hair. He wanted to leave this galaxy with this memory, and only this. "I love you so much, Anakin," his wife sobbed.
"Padme," he whispered into her ear. She pulled away slightly and looked into his blue eyes. "I'm scared." Padme bit her lip as she fought back more tears.
"Me, too, Ani." She moved to hug him once more. "Me, too."
The two became completely unaware of anything but the other. Anakin looked into his wife's body again and felt the small yet strong beats of his babies Force signatures. Anakin's world began going black and he knew he only had minutes now, if that. He picked up Padme's face and left a lingering kiss on her lips. As she grasped the concept that he was nearly gone, she began crying again and she held him as he, in turn, held her to him. He planted a short kiss on her temple before he looked at Obi-Wan as fresh tears began running down his face. Obi-Wan looked at his apprentice with a look of sorrow.
I'm sorry, Master.
Don't be, Anakin. You were ready to be a Knight. You were amazing.
Watch after her and my children, Obi-Wan. Tell them I love them more than anything.
I will, Anakin.
Anakin nodded, closed his eyes and turned back to his wife. "I will always be with you." When he felt Padme nod and kiss his cheek, Anakin closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
Padme didn't even register that her husband was dead until a nurse came over and turned off the now whining monitor. Padme looked down to the man in her arms and saw a look of content and peace on Anakin's face. She touched his hand and placed her cheek against his. He's still warm she thought. This made her cry. She buried her face into Anakin's neck and let the tears flow.
Obi-Wan watched as the scene played out. He saw how in love the two had been and was now sorry he had become angry. It was better that they had been together. He realized that Anakin had always seemed calmer since he had come back from Naboo, and now he knew why. A few of the Jedi moved to take Padme away, but he stopped them. Let her be he told them. The Jedi, including Obi-Wan left the med center.
Padme didn't notice their exit. She slowly crawled onto the bed with Anakin, not caring that he was not longer breathing. The nurses came in and out occasionally, and Padme spent one more night in her husband's arms.
* * * * Oh no! Anakin's dead! You all know how I feel about Hayden...he's so hot, and if I had a rats chance in hell he would be my baby daddy ( Anyway, I'm really sorry I did that, but it turns out to be alright in the end. You just have to keep reading on to find out how!
Chapter 8
Padme ran down the halls of the Jedi Temple as fast as she could. Obi-Wan had just come back from retrieving Anakin, and now they were in the hospital wing. The twenty-five year olds heart was pounding against her ribs as she rounded the last corner to the medical wing. A million thoughts raced through her head along with a million scenarios of what could happen. She envisioned Anakin sitting up in the bed completely fine and waiting for her to come running into his arms. But then again, she also imagined Anakin lying dead. What would she do then? She came to the glass automatic door of the medical center and she stopped, standing, staring at the door. She saw movement inside and her breathing stopped. She couldn't enter. I can't go in there she thought. She couldn't face what fate had to offer. She was scared. She couldn't' live without Anakin, and she didn't want to have to face the probability. But then, Padme thought about the child in her womb, and her resolve changed. Anakin had to know that he was going to be a father, and impeding death was not going to stop her from letting him know. Padme smoothed down her white dress, sighed heavily and walked through the door.
The Jedi had formed a ring around a single bed towards the window. A steady beep was the only sound along with the sound of flowing oxygen and breathing. Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked up, obviously having felt her presence. He looked at the dark skinned Jedi and then moved out of the circle. The other Jedi looked up and saw Padme. Their eyes were full of pain and they were empty like they were hardly living. Padme had a bad feeling growing in her stomach.
Obi-Wan came up to her, took her arm and led her towards a couch on the far side of the room. Padme tried to look beyond the Jedi toward the figure on the bed, but she couldn't see her husband. She knew in her heart that it was Anakin that the Jedi were surrounding and sending energy. Obi-Wan sat her down and sat down next to her. A silence ensued between them as they both thought of what to say. Padme brought her head up first.
"What's going to happen, Obi-Wan?" she asked. The Jedi looked into her eyes. "How bad is it?" Her voice quivered as she spoke. She was scared.
"He sustained massive internal injuries to his chest and stomach," Obi-Wan began. He hesitated. "If we had only gotten to him sooner..." Obi-Wan brought a hand to his face and calmed himself. Padme's eyes began to sting. Obi-Wan looked into her eyes. "We're trying everything we can and the doctor has, too but..." How do I say this? Obi-Wan thought.
"But what, Obi-Wan?" He could see the tears that were preparing to flow. She needed to know the truth. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and continued.
"He's not going to make it, Padme." The senator closed her eyes and put her head down into her hands. "He's dying. I'm sorry." Obi-Wan now had tears threatening to fall down his face, but he knew he had to be strong for Padme.
Padme felt the wetness on her cheeks and hands, but she also felt Obi-Wan's hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her. Anakin was dying. Her husband was dying. Her husband and father of her child was dying. Why? Why is the universe plotting against me? Why can't I be happy? These thoughts ran through her mind as sobs wracked her body. Obi-Wan softly rubbed her back, held her hand and sent her soothing feelings through the Force. Finally, Padme looked up at Obi-Wan, her face streaked with tears.
"Why is this happening to me, Obi-Wan?" she asked weakly. "Why am I not allowed to be fully happy?" Obi-Wan shook his head.
"Padme?" a weak voice croaked from across the room. She looked up and saw that Anakin's blue eyes were open and looking around. Padme stood up and shot to her husband's bedside. When her face came into view, Anakin's eyes stopped their frantic search as they focused. He smiled weakly and Padme forced a smile. His left eye was almost swollen shut and his right eyebrow was slashed. His right cheek was blue and red with the showings of a bruise. The rest of his body was covered in a long sleeved white shirt and the medical blanket. They hadn't wanted Padme to see her husband's beaten and bruised body, and she was glad for that. She wouldn't have been able to hold onto what little composure she had left.
"Hi, Ani," she whispered as Obi-Wan rejoined the circle of Jedi bound on prolonging Anakin's life as long as possible. Padme ran her hand down her husband's battered right cheek gently. A tear rolled down her cheek. "How are you doing?" Anakin closed his eyes and sighed.
"I'm slipping," he said, and then met her gaze again.
"They told you?" Anakin shook his head.
"I can tell," he whispered. Padme's gaze dropped to his hand wrapped in hers. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears began rolling down her cheeks. She was going to lose her husband. She felt Anakin's hand on her cheek and she looked up. I'm sorry, Padme," he said.
"Oh, Ani." She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "What do you have to be sorry about?" Anakin's face fell.
"I was selfish, Padme." He held his hand against her cheek. "I wanted you to be my wife, and now you're going to be a widow." Anakin paused as his wounds began to sting. "I should have thought the whole thing through. I should have known that I wouldn't make it to..." He was silenced by his wife's lips on his. They lingered there for a second and Padme pulled away gently.
"Anakin, you have nothing to be sorry for," she whispered. "You didn't force yourself upon me at all. I love you, and I always have. I'm the one who is sorry." Anakin's eyes narrowed and softened.
"Why? You did nothing."
"I'm pregnant, Ani." The young Jedi's eyes went as wide as they could without causing pain. Even from behind his black eye, Padme knew she could see his blue eyes sparkle. She smiled happily. "That's right, Ani. You're gunna be a daddy. I'm just sorry you won't be able to see your baby."
"When?" Anakin asked weakly. Padme smiled.
"A few weeks ago." Anakin's mouth quirked up into his famous half smile and Padme melted. "There's that smile I love so much," she whispered and Anakin chuckled softly. Then he grew serious. He moved his hand to his wife's lower belly and closed his eyes. He was feeling his new child. His eyes remained closed for a few seconds, and then they slowly fluttered back open and her husband's smile broadened.
"They're going to be strong, Padme." Padme's eyes widened. "They?" Anakin nodded slowly. "Twins?" Again he nodded. Padme's eyes grew soft and she smiled sadly before she leaned down and kissed her husband with a passion she had only known for a short time. They were going to have twins. Anakin's hand came up and caressed his wife's cheek and then softly ran through her hair. Padme pulled away and looked through her hair. Padme pulled away and looked down at him.
"I love you," Anakin whispered sadly. Padme gulped as she heard that the heart monitor's beep had slowed. She cried openly then.
"I love you, too, Anakin." She embraced her husband as well as she could, burring her face into his neck and taking in the scent that she only knew belonged to her husband. Anakin nestled his face into his wife's curled hair. He wanted to leave this galaxy with this memory, and only this. "I love you so much, Anakin," his wife sobbed.
"Padme," he whispered into her ear. She pulled away slightly and looked into his blue eyes. "I'm scared." Padme bit her lip as she fought back more tears.
"Me, too, Ani." She moved to hug him once more. "Me, too."
The two became completely unaware of anything but the other. Anakin looked into his wife's body again and felt the small yet strong beats of his babies Force signatures. Anakin's world began going black and he knew he only had minutes now, if that. He picked up Padme's face and left a lingering kiss on her lips. As she grasped the concept that he was nearly gone, she began crying again and she held him as he, in turn, held her to him. He planted a short kiss on her temple before he looked at Obi-Wan as fresh tears began running down his face. Obi-Wan looked at his apprentice with a look of sorrow.
I'm sorry, Master.
Don't be, Anakin. You were ready to be a Knight. You were amazing.
Watch after her and my children, Obi-Wan. Tell them I love them more than anything.
I will, Anakin.
Anakin nodded, closed his eyes and turned back to his wife. "I will always be with you." When he felt Padme nod and kiss his cheek, Anakin closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
Padme didn't even register that her husband was dead until a nurse came over and turned off the now whining monitor. Padme looked down to the man in her arms and saw a look of content and peace on Anakin's face. She touched his hand and placed her cheek against his. He's still warm she thought. This made her cry. She buried her face into Anakin's neck and let the tears flow.
Obi-Wan watched as the scene played out. He saw how in love the two had been and was now sorry he had become angry. It was better that they had been together. He realized that Anakin had always seemed calmer since he had come back from Naboo, and now he knew why. A few of the Jedi moved to take Padme away, but he stopped them. Let her be he told them. The Jedi, including Obi-Wan left the med center.
Padme didn't notice their exit. She slowly crawled onto the bed with Anakin, not caring that he was not longer breathing. The nurses came in and out occasionally, and Padme spent one more night in her husband's arms.
* * * * Oh no! Anakin's dead! You all know how I feel about Hayden...he's so hot, and if I had a rats chance in hell he would be my baby daddy ( Anyway, I'm really sorry I did that, but it turns out to be alright in the end. You just have to keep reading on to find out how!
