Title:
Mon Aimé Perdu (My Lost Beloved)
Author:
AnakinsFavorite
Timeframe: AU, Post ROTS
Characters:
Vader, Padmé, Luke, Leia, Palpatine, Obi-Wan, Wrenga Jixton
many more...
Summary: Since they were separated on
Mustafar, Vader has been searching for his beloved whom he has
believed alive. Now that he has found her, will she be able to accept
the Sith Lord for who he has become or will their hearts be unable to
forgive each other as she is forced to be by his side?
Disclaimer:
I in no way shape or form own any of the Star Wars characters,
places, ect. Wrenga Jixton is a popular character, and he belongs to
whoever it was that originally created him.
He came the day it rained.
She had been sitting at the window, thinking of him, only of him. Her forehead rested against the sill, her breath making a slight fog on the glass. For hours, she had just sat there, waiting and watching.
For what, her mind knew not, but her heart was ready.
Thus, she had not started upon seeing the ships and speeders rush towards her house. Even when the dozens of troops clamored towards the small cottage with their blasters drawn, she did not blink.
Nothing frightened her anymore.
Slowly, she put down her book and waited. By then, a loud banging on the door could be heard and the shouting of angry men. Still, she did not stir.
A loud crash reverberated through the house as the door crashed to the door and soon the sound of metal could be heard pounding across the floor she had so diligently scrubbed the day before. Orders were being shouted, and even from where she sat, she could hear the prepping of blasters ready to fire at a moments notice.
They were near.
"There she is- stun her!" a metallic voice called out. Whipping around, she saw three stormtroopers, all of them pointing their blasters at her. Not blinking, she slowly stood up and raised her hands.
Then, there was silence.
It began as a distant sound, but faintly and growing louder was the ominous 'snap-his' of a labored breath. Soft footfalls could be heard as the specter drew nearer. Darkness entered into the once beautiful room, its shadow touching everything that was once bright and beautiful. Flowers, ones that she had delightedly placed on the table, seemed to shrivel as coldness filled the air.
"Padmé," the voice rumbled.
Her brown eyes found his, accusing yet sorrowful. "Why?" she whispered, though her words were too quiet for him to hear.
Vader stands there, not daring to step any closer.
"Why?" she asks a little louder, a tear running down her thin face. Her hands, the ones she had previously prided herself on for not quivering in fear, began to tremor. "Anakin… why did you do that to us?"
Questions.
Silence.
"Anakin, you loved me- I know you loved me," she pleaded, clasping her hands together. The way he moved her to fear and sorrow… frightened Padmé. "Our vows, the ones we exchanged by the holy man- you meant them just as much as I. How could you?"
"How could you?" he said quietly in reply, accusation heavy in his voice.
"I am not the one who betrayed our love," she said sadly, shaking her head. With her hand, she wiped away her tears and sniffed. "I am not the one who harmed the person I swore to always protect and love."
"My whole life is a betrayal," he said in a low voice. "I left my mother, I left the Jedi…"
"But you have the ability to return!" she cried out. "Anakin, I beg you again, please come back to the light, to me!" Very badly, she wanted- no needed- to cross the floor and throw her arms about the figure standing before her. In the back of her mind, though, she knew he was not her husband.
"I have come back," he whispered.
Everything went black.
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Don't worry- the chapters grow longer as the story moves along! But, for now, I shall not be posting spoilers because… well, I would be giving away a huge portion of the posting!
Coming next: Vader introduces Padmé to the crew of the Executor.
