A/N:I don't know if this has been done; I'm not exactly a constant visitor of this fandom, but this is a fic regarding Padmé's feelings as Anakin becomes Darth Vader. Lots of spoilers for 2 and 3. PLEASE READ, EVEN IF YOU ALREADY HAVE READ THIS FIC! I have added a new chapter, as this scene makes more sense to begin with than the one I originally began with, which becomes chapter two.
Padmé's POV
What was I thinking, leaving Naboo's position in the senate in the hands of Jar Jar? But unfortunately, it had to be done.
"Representative Binks, I know I can count on you," I said, trying to hold back a snippy, 'Don't screw anything up.'
"Mesa honored to be taking on disa heavy burden," Jar Jar began. "Mesa accept this with muy, muy humility and, uh—"
I cut him off. "Jar Jar, I don't wish to hold you up. I'm sure you have a great deal to do.
"Of course," he bowed. "Milady."
I turned and walked into my bedroom, passing Anakin. "I do not like this idea of hiding."
Anakin followed me. "Don't worry. Now that the council has ordered an investigation, it won't take Master Obi-wan long to find this bounty hunter."
Folding up a dress, I began to get a little snippy. "I haven't worked for a year to defeat the Military Creation Act to not be here when its fate is decided."
"Sometimes we must let go of our pride and do what is requested of us."
I set the dress in my suitcase and looked at him "Anakin, you've grown up."
He walked toward the window as he continued. "Master Obi-wan manages not to see it." I turned back toward my closet. "Don't get me wrong. Obi-wan is a great mentor." He began to levitate a small metal ball over his hand. "He's as wise as Master Yoda… And as powerful as Master Windu." Anakin turned back toward me. "I am truly thankful to be his apprentice. In some ways— a lot of ways— I'm really ahead of him. I'm ready to take the trials. But he feels that I'm too unpredictable. He won't let me move on."
"That must be really frustrating," I commented.
"It's worse!" He said, getting angry. I was surprised. Ten years ago he and Obi-wan got along fine. They were a great team. "He's overly critical. He never listens. He- he doesn't understand! It's not fair!"
Holding back my shock, I replied, "All mentors have a way of seeing more of our faults than we would like. It's the only way we grow."
Anakin sighed. "I know." He sat down on the table at the foot of my bed.
"Anakin, don't try to grow up too fast."
He stood back up, towering over me. "But I am grown up. You said it yourself."
I paused a moment. "Please don't look at me like that."
"Why not?"
I turned back to get more clothes. "It makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Sorry, milady."
