This is a song fiction based on Crosby, Stills, and Nash's "Love the One You're With". It is AU Padm'e/Anakin(Vader). Hope you enjoy! The song is in italics, the story in regular.
Padme stood in her quarters aboard Darth Vader's Executor. Against her will. "Typically, M'Lady, a husband and wife live together." Anakin-Vader's mocking words echoed through her thoughts.
So you're down, and confused. Don't wanna remember who you're talking to. Concentration... slip away. Because your baby is so far away.
Sighing, she walked over to the crib where the newborn twins lay sleeping. A smile crept over her face. Such little, such beautiful babies! Leia, with hair just like hers. And Luke was going to have eyes just like his father, Anakin.
But there's a rose in his fisted glove. And the eagle flies with the dove. And if you can't be with the one you love, Honey, love the one you're with. Love the one you're with.
But..did Anakin exist anymore? Or only Vader? In her heart, she knew he still loved her and their babies. Why did he turn to the DarkSide then? How could he cause her so much pain?
Don't be angry, don't be sad. And don't sit there crying over good times you've had. There's your husband, right next to you. And he's just waiting for something to do.
Tears dripped from her chocolate brown eyes. "Anakin, my Love, come back to me!"
He entered their room silently and unnoticed. He heard her sobs and watched her fragile body shake. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. "I've never left you, Darling."
Well, there's a rose in his fisted glove. And the eagle flies with the dove. And if you can't be with the one you love, Honey, love the one you're with. Love the one you're with.
She spun around in his embrace, looking into his face. She slipped her arms around his neck. He slowly lowered his lips to hers.
Turn your heartache right into joy. You're a girl and he's a boy. Get together, make it nice. Ain't gonna need no more advice.
He broke the kiss. "I'm sorry, Padm'e." "Forgiven," she whispered, kissing him back.
Well, there's a rose in his fisted glove. And the eagle flies with the dove. And if you cna't be with the one you love, Love the one you're with. Love the one you're with. Love the one you're with.
The End