This is my first fanfic. I am a firm believer that Padme didn't just die because of a broken heart. Palpatine used her life force to sustain Vader. This is my take on what Padme's death could've been like. From Obi Wan's POV. Tell me what you think. If you're looking for a more emotional experience, listen to this song while reading: Ludovico Einaudi- Ombre. :)
Obi Wan Kenobi picked up the still unconscious Padme Amidala and sprinted to the senator's ship. He was in shock, images and words were ricocheting through his mind.
"You were my brother… ...I loved you!" Lightsabers humming as blue met blue in a fiery clash.
"You underestimate my power!" The sound of limbs thumping to a molten ground. The look of pure hate on Anakin's- no Vader's face.
No. He could not think about that now. He had to get Padme to safety. Had to get her to a doctor. It was the only thing he could do for Anakin. Anakin, whom he'd failed. Anakin, whom he'd left to burn on the shores of the force forsaken planet. Anakin, whose wife was quite possibly dying in his arms. He banished that thought. She would not die. He could not let her die! For Anakin.
After blasting away from Mustafar, he was able to locate Bail Organa and meet on Polis Massa. He got Padme to a medical bay, and sat by her. Obi Wan could imagine Anakin here with no difficulty. He could picture him in practically any of the many places they had been. Anakin's shocked expression when he first met Ahsoka. Anakin helping his men get back on their feet after every injury. Anakin risking his life for others, over and over. He stopped thinking about Anakin. It hurt too bad.
He sat there numbly as Padme gave birth to twins. Anakin should've been here. He cradled the boy as Padme gasped out "Luke." Anakin should've done that. The girl came next. "Leia." Padme would live. He'd do this for Anakin.
"Medically, she is perfectly healthy. For reasons we can't explain, we are losing her." The medical droid intoned with no emotion. Obi Wan couldn't save Anakin. Now he couldn't even save Padme. He stepped closer. Padme looked at him, her eyes wide with fear.
"Is…is Anakin alright?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper. He didn't know how to respond. Anakin… wasn't alright. However, Padme didn't really wait for an answer. "I don't want...to die." Tears were leaking out of her now closed eyes "...It hurts s-so much." Her voice caught. "May-maybe it would be easier to… let go." She exhaled softly. Obi Wan started to panic. No. NO! This could not be happening! She could not die.
"Padme! You have to hold on! Luke and Leia need you!" His voice, filled with desperation, cracked at the end. This brought Padme back. Her eyes opened. Slowly, weakly, but open.
"Luke a-and Leia." She gave a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "My babies." She gave a shuddering breath, and looked as though she were fighting. Fighting to live. He watched anxiously as she pulled air into her lungs, small heartstopping breaths, too far apart.
"It's...too...strong." She inhaled so little, her chest barely even moving, her eyes glazed over with pain, heartbreak. "A-Anakin. There's still good in him… I know it." She tried desperately to breathe. In and out. Something so simple until the very forces of the galaxy were trying to pull you away. It was futile. A monitor beeped. To Obi Wan it sounded like it was underwater. The screen showed she had flatlined. Padme Amidala, queen, senator, friend, wife and mother was dead. Obi Wan turned from the body of his friend, tears streaming down his face. He finally let himself cry. He couldn't be the strong Jedi now. He cried for Anakin. He cried for Padme. He cried for the Jedi, his family, mercilessly cut down. He cried for himself. The great Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi, council member, and renowned general had failed. He had failed Anakin once, now twice, but he would not fail again. Not this time.
The End
