I know these first drabbles seem connected.
It occurred six months after their first meeting and when they discovered their bond.
It wasn't a Force Bond. For that, both would need to be Force sensitive. But Leo wasn't. After weeks of searching, Padme discovered that it was a telepathic bond. The two could speak to each other with their minds.
What followed was a long struggle to try and break the bond.
Finally, Padme sat exhausted in her room. "If we can't break this with us both alive, we'll need to deal with this face to face."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Fight to the death."
There was silence. "I thought you aren't Sith."
"I'm not. I'm Grey. But, we've tried everything. This is the only way I can see.
"...Alright. Where?"
Florrum had been an old hiding place of pirates. Padme had heard stories about the pirate Hondo Okana, who- according to him- had been friends with her great-grandfather and his master. Of course, that was taken with salt.
Padme hopped out of her ship. "If I die, tell my parents." she said. Phasma nodded behind her, taking the girl's scarf.
Leo was waiting for her.
"So."
"So."
"You nervous?"
She nodded.
"I wanted to make the odds more equal." he said, pulling out a sword.
Keeping a grip on one, he tossed the other to her. Padme caught it. The two stared at each other, before he attacked. She blocked his attack, pushing him away and striking out. The blade struck his arm and came away red. He grunted, hand raising to his arm. She glanced at her arm, where she could feel pain. She rested her hand on spot.
Her hand came away red.
"Blood...?"
Her eyes widened. She looked up to see Leo sprinting towards her. "Wait!" Padme screamed, enough to feel the blade sinking into her side. The world dissolved into a blur of pain. Distantly, she could hear the other scream.
Hands suddenly clamped down on her arms. She looked up, managing to see the white of Phasma's hair. The captain struggled her up on her feet, leading her to the ship. Padme looked over her shoulder to see Leo struggling to his ship, a trail of blood following. She felt darkness overcome her then.
She had lost blood, the medical droid said. The wound was too deep to not scar.
And Padme was placed back on bed rest.
It was two days later when she felt the bond open.
"Whelp. That happened."
"That's all you have to say?"
She heard a growl before he spoke. "I wasn't expecting us to share wounds."
"No. Not share wounds."
"What?"
She stood and hurried to her vanity. There, Padme found a needle. Carefully, she pricked her finger. "Ouch." she whispered. "Did you feel that?"
"What?"
"I pricked my finger."
"But I didn't feel anything."
"We share the wounds we give to each other."
There was silence.
"What now?"
Padme shrugged.