A/N: Another one because these things are like potato chips--you can never have just one. Anyway, snippet into Grievous' musings on everyone's favorite Togruta. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Still don't own 'em. Own the DVDs, but... *sigh*
It has crossed my mind before.
Stealing her.
Kidnapping her.
Taking her for my own.
She fascinates me like no other.
Taking her life would be all too easy.
Taking her will would be a greater challenge.
In the night, I'd abduct her, silently, stealthily.
No one would realize until the next morning.
By torture, by brainwash, I'd make her mine.
My slave.
I'd train her, perfect her, strip away the Jedi to reveal the perfect warrior beneath.
She'd fight by my side, destroy those she once cared for.
Kenobi. Skywalker. Mundi. Fisto. All of them, she'd slaughter, one by one.
She'd have no one but me.
The same dream plays out in my head night after night.
The thunder in her sabers. The lightning in her eyes.
It would all be mine.
And then, with a jolt, I wake, residual sparks still scampering down my limbs.
I realize that I want her. That I need her to be mine. Somehow.
But, in my heart of hearts, I sense that I want something more than control.
A/N: Reading it over again, I think this one might be okay. :) But, what do YOU guys think, hmm? Review, please!