Anakin and Dormé spent most of the day at their picnic on the hillside

Title: A Clever Seduction
Author: Chrissykat
Ship: Dormékin
Category: Drama/Angst/Romance
Part: Chapter 7 – Dunes of Tattoine
Rating: M Contains content suitable for mature teens and older or Rated R
Authors Note: I know you fans have been waiting awhile for this chapter and I apologize for the long wait. I have been bogged down with schoolwork and a severe case of writers block. I was finally able to get over the hump and produce, what I feel is a pretty good chapter that will get us closer to some major Dormékin action. Thanks to Jody for sending me the soundtrack to the new Clone Wars movie. The music rocks and if you really want to get into this chapter, give a listen to Dunes of Tattoine and Rough Landing. They really amplify certain Tattoine scenes. I do hope that this chapter was well worth the wait. As always, I do not own Star Wars or any original characters. I am using them without permission (but have not all fanfic writers done so?) To begin, a little recap of the last chapter.

Recap

"I think they're called Shaaks. I've heard about them, but I've never seen one before. At least not this close" Again, Dormé blushed, looking away, realizing how silly he must think she was.

Anakin smiled. "Weird looking creatures; good thing you stopped me when you did. I might have wound up being stomped on by those things." He took her hand in his, "They seem to be enjoying their lunch. Come on let's go finish ours."

Grateful that he didn't seem fazed, Dormé grinned. "Sounds like a plan. I think there was still some desert left."

Anakin was never one to pass down desert, "What are we waiting for?" With that said, the pair began the climb back up the hillside to their abandoned picnic.

Anakin and Dormé spent most of the day on the hillside. Only when the sun began its descent in the sky, did they decide to head back to the lakehouse. Dormé slipped on her shoes and quickly packed up their supplies, while Anakin pulled his boots back onto his feet. When he stood up, Anakin offered to carry the blanket and the case that held the remnants of their meal. Dormé blushed before handing the items over to Anakin. She was not used to having others wait on her after all.

Once they were set, the pair started back down the hillside.

"I wonder what the servants prepared for dinner," Anakin asked as they reached the path that would lead them back to the lakehouse.

Dormé gave him a look of astonishment. "You can't possibly be hungry after all the food we had for lunch?"

Anakin looked over at her with a grin "I am a growing Jedi."

"Just be sure you grow taller and not…" Dormé gestured to her hips and then pulled her hands outward, laughing as she did so.

"Oh ha ha, this from the woman who ate almost as much as I did at lunch" Anakin teased.

Dormé stuck her tongue out at him quickly before replying in almost a whisper. "Well, you're a growing Jedi, I am a growing handmaiden." They shared another giggle as they finally reached the house.

Anakin handed off the picnic supplies to one of the servants as he stepped inside. When Dormé excused herself, stating that she needed to freshen up, he decided to finalize the modifications on the surprise he had made for her. He wasn't sure if she would like it, but he thought it couldn't hurt to give his new friend a small token of his friendship.

Sitting down on one of the couches in the sitting room, Anakin finished his tinkering and slipped the gift back into its hiding spot. He leaned back against the soft cushion and closed his eyes for a moment, waiting for Dormé to return.

He was not sure what triggered it, but as he sat there, the visions of his mother began once more. She was being pulled away from him, screaming her sons name over and over again. Anakin could almost feel the pain she was in. His insides tore apart as she screamed one last time and his eyes shot open.

"Anakin, are you alright?" Dormé stood over him, her hand pressing lightly on his shoulder and a look of concern written across her face. She had returned to find him sitting deathly still, his forehead and face covered in sweat.

Taking a few breaths of air, Anakin was on his feet. "I I'm sorry. I have to go." He wiped his face and began to pace in front of the fireplace.

Dormé looked at Anakin in confusion. "Go, go where?" She watched as he brushed past her and began walking back and forth. His body language spoke all she needed to know and at once she understood what had happened. "You had another of your dreams, didn't you?"

"I saw her Dormé. I saw my mother. I could feel the pain she's in. She's suffering Dormé. Something is trying to kill her, I have to save her." Anakin spoke as he stared into the fire burning in the fireplace, panic heavy in his voice. I know I'm supposed to be protecting you, but I have to go, I have to help her, now."

While she knew little about the Jedi and the powers they possessed Dormé was not about to argue with Anakin. It was obvious that the dreams he was having meant something. "Then we should go and save her."

Anakin turned away from the fire. "You would come with me?" His next words came out softly so as not to draw attention, "What about the senator, what about Obi-wan?"

"I can't very well remain here without my Jedi protector. If I come with you you'd still be doing your duty to protect milady and," Dormé paused before moving closer to him. "We don't have to inform Master Kenobi at least not yet." She gave him a reassuring smile.

He had to admit, Dormé had a point. His mandate had said only to protect "the senator". If Dormé chose to leave Naboo, he would have to leave as well so as not to disobey this mandate. A smile formed on his lips "As you wish, milady".

"Let me change into something suitable for travel and we'll go." Dormé smiled warmly at him before heading back to her room to change.

After changing her wardrobe and informing the servants of their departure, Anakin and Dormé made their way to the dock. When they arrived back in Theed, Anakin was able to arrange a transport to get them to Tatooine.

As they boarded the ship, neither noticed Dr. Onuda watching them. The ship lifted off and Onuda quickly lifted his holocomm. "They have just departed. I trust my end of the bargain has been fulfilled to your satisfaction."

Palpatine stared back at him from the screen. "For now, Doctor, for now." The transmission abruptly ended.

It took a day and a half to reach Tatooine. Once they arrived, the pair immediately sought out Watto, the Toydarian that owned Anakin and his mother when he was a boy. As they rode through the streets of Mos Espa, Dormé wondered why any human would want to live on such a dreadfully warm planet. She had thought the hood on the pale green cloak would offer her some shade from the suns, but she was beginning to see the blunder in that thought. The heat was stifling and she could feel the sweat gathering on her back and forehead.

Anakin was not oblivious to Dormés' struggle. Every so often, she shifted in her seat, adjusted her hood, or put a hand to her forehead. She was sweltering and with each passing moment, he worried about her well-being. Hopefully they would find some information about his mother and he could get his friend somewhere cool.

The cart stopped as they finally reached their destination. Anakin was quick to hop down, but turned and helped Dormé down before telling the droid driver to wait for them to return. He and Dorme approached the shop of his former owner.

"Chut, chut, Watto Excuse me Watto." Anakin spoke to Watto in his native Huttese.

The Toydarian did not look up at his visitors, too irritated at being disturbed. "Ke booda? What?" He was busy trying to fix something for one of the few customers he had left.

Anakin leaned down picking up the piece of equipment Watto had been working on. "Ding me chasa hopa. Let me help you with that." He began to put the machine back together again quickly.

"Ke booda? Yo baan pee hota. No wega mi condorta. What? I don't know you…what can I do for you?" Watto angrily replied. Why was this human bothering him? As he glanced up, he noticed the lightsaber weapon hanging from the boys' belt. He started to get nervous. His last encounter with any Jedi had not ended well. "Kin chasa du Jedi. No Bata tu tu. You look like a Jedi. What it is…I didn't do it." Flustered, Watto accidentally dropped the screwdriver down onto his foot, cursing at his own clumsiness.

"Mi boska di Shmi Skywalker. I'm looking for Shmi Skywalker." Anakin stated flatly.

Watto looked up at Anakin suspiciously, over at Dormé, and then back at Anakin. "Ani? Little Ani?" It had been years since the Jedi had taken the boy and destroyed his livelihood. This couldn't be him. "Naaahh." Only then did he notice that the machine in the boys hand was back together and functioning. Only one human he knew could fix things so quickly. "You are Ani, it is you! Ya sure sprouted! And a Jedi, waddya know." An idea began to form in his head and he smiled. "Hey, maybe you couldda help wit some deadbeats who owe me a lot of money…"

Anakin was hardly interested in helping his former owner. His only concern was finding his mother. He glared at the Toydarian, "My mother."

Realizing his mistake, Watto quickly answered. "Oh, yeah. Shmi…she's not mine no more. I sold her."

Fanning herself with her hand, Dormé spoke up, shocked by this information. While she had known Anakin had been a slave as a boy, she could not fathom how someone could sell another person. "Sold her…?"

Watto glanced over at Dormé. "Yes, years ago." His eyes moved back to Anakin. "Sorry, Ani, but you know, business is business. I sold her to a moisture farmer named Lars. Least I think it was Lars." He started to laugh. "Believe it or not, I heard he freed her and married her. Can ya beat that?"

"Do you know where they are?" Anakin asked. He was so close to finding his mother and putting his fear for her life to rest once and for all.

"Long way from here…someplace over on the other side of Mos Eisley, I think…" Watto rubbed his face, trying to remember just where the Lars lived.

Anakin looked grimly at Watto. "I'd like to know."

Watto quickly got the message that Anakin was not there to play games. "Yeah…sure…absolutely. Let's go look in my records." He stuttered allowing Anakin and Dormé to enter his shop before him. The sooner he gave Anakin the information he wanted, the sooner he could go back to his quiet life.

"Oh blast! This is why I hate flying." Obi-wan growled as one of Jango Fett's missiles caused bits to fly off his starfighter. He had tracked the bounty hunter and his son from Kamino on the councils order. He was supposed to bring Jango back for questioning. At the moment, he was dodging laser fire and sonic charges in an effort to stay alive long enough to bring the bounty hunter in.

Passing through an asteroid field wasn't helping matters. Obi-wan's flying skills were certainly being tested as he weaved from side to side, trying to avoid the massive floating rocks and yet another missile heading his way. A large asteroid tumbled across his path and he scrambled through his brain for a plan. Luckily, one produced itself from the asteroid blocking his path. "R4, prepare to jettison the spare parts canisters. Release them…now!"

Just in time, the canisters impacted with the missile, causing a huge explosion. Using the explosion as a smoke screen, Obi-wan than used the asteroid as cover, landing his ship on the opposite side to avoid Jango from detecting it. His gamble paid off and Fett's ship soon broke off and began its descent toward the planet of Geonosis.

"Well R4, I think we've waited long enough… follow his last known trajectory." Obi-wan sighed, moving his fighter out from the backside of the asteroid. R4 locked onto the coordinates and the ship descended toward Geonosis in pursuit.

For a brief moment, Obi-wan pondered how he would describe this particular adventure to Lady Sabé on his return. Recently they had begun a rather pleasing ritual. When he returned from his missions or she from hers, they would sit, enjoy a nice cup of tea, and just talk. As always, the mere thought of the lovely handmaiden brought a sense of peace into his being. Soon enough he had regained his focus and was ready to continue with his mission.

After getting the information on his mother's whereabouts from Watto, Anakin and Dormé returned to their ship and took off. Their destination was the other side of Mos Eisley where the Lars lived on. As soon as the ship lifted off Dorme excused herself so she could freshen up a bit. Meanwhile, Anakin was lost in his thoughts. Would his mother be alright? What would she think of him? He had left Tatooine years ago as a boy. Would she be proud of the man he was becoming? His mind ran through dozens of questions to ask her. He was so wrapped up in his thinking; he didn't hear Dorme return till she spoke.

"Is that it?" Dorme pointed to a settlement that was fast approaching. She wasn't exactly certain what they were looking for, but the dome shaped structure the ship quickly flew over was one of the only buildings she had seen in the vast desert area.

Anakin caught a glimpse of the building and nodded. "Sorry, yes that looks like it." He turned the ship around, flew back over and landed on a bluff that overlooked the homestead of the Lars. When the ship was on the ground, the pair stepped out, Dormé once again pulling the hood up on her cloak and cursing the heat of Tatooine. They started walking toward the trail that would take them to the Lars home when Dormé turned around, "Stay with the ship R2".

The little R2 unit whistled in compliance and Dormé couldn't help but smile at the strange little droid that Senator Amidala and Anakin had befriended years ago.

Anakin strode forward, stopping only long enough for Dormé to catch up. As the approached the home, Anakin noticed a familiar droid working outside. The droid glanced up and began to introduce himself.

"Oh, hello, how might I be of service? I am C…" The droid began almost cheerfully.

Instantly, Anakin remembered the droid he had begun to build as a child. When he had left with the Jedi, his creation had not had any coverings. Now, a dull golden metal covered the circuits and inner workings of the droid. "Threepio?"

After a few seconds pause, it seemed that C-3P0 recognized just whom he was speaking too. He burst out in as much glee as a droid could exude. "Oh, my… the maker. Master Anakin! I knew you would return. I knew you would!" His metal eyes turned to glance at Dormé. "And is this Miss Padmé?"

A bit astonished by the droids enthusiasm Dormé quietly replied. "Hello, Threepio."

"Oh, my circuits! I'm so pleased to see you both!" Threepio shuffled forward, moving a bit closer to them.

Anakin was eager to see his mother, and though he was pleased to see his old droid again he put an end to Threepios' prattling. "I've come to see my mother."

Threepio paused for moment before stuttering, "Oh…I think…I think perhaps we'd better go indoors." He led them down into the courtyard and introduced them. "Master Owen! Might I present two important visitors?"

Anakin watched as a young man, a few years older them himself stepped forward. A young blonde haired woman was at his side. "I'm Anakin Skywalker."

The young man nodded. "Owen Lars. This is my girlfriend, Beru." The girl smiled as she said hello.

Dormé smiled back politely, "I'm Padmé." She thought it best to keep up the pretense of being the senator for the time being.

Owen gave Dormé a slight nod, barely glancing at her before addressing Anakin. "I guess I'm your stepbrother. I had a feeling you might show up some day."

Hardly impressed by Owens' lack of hospitality toward Dormé, Anakin spoke nothing about being Owens stepbrother as he stepped forward, looking around the home. "Is my mother here?"

"No…she's not." An older gentleman came out of the house on a small floating chair. Balancing awkwardly, he lifted a hand up to Anakin. "Cliegg Lars. Shmi is my wife." He sighed sadly, "Come on inside. We have a lot to talk about."

Anakin, Dormé, Owen, and Beru followed Cliegg inside. Once inside, Dormé immediately took off her cloak. Beru took the heavy garment from her then set about making them all some drinks. She brought the drinks on a tray over to table just as everyone was sitting down.

"It was just before dawn. They came out of nowhere. A hunting party of Tusken Raiders." Cliegg looked over at Anakin. "Your mother had gone out early, like she always did to pick the mushrooms that grow on the vaporators. She was about halfway home when they took her judging from the tracks they left."

Anakin looked straight ahead, feeling as though his world was crumbling. If the Tuskens had her there was no telling what condition she was in. He couldn't bring himself to believe she was dead.

"Those Tuskens…they walk like men, but they're vicious, mindless monsters. Thirty of us went out after her. Only four of us returned." Cliegg paused looking down at his bandaged leg in sorrow. I'd be out there looking for now, but…after I lost my leg I can't ride any more…not until it heals."

Dormé felt terrible. If only they could have somehow gotten here sooner. Maybe if she hadn't been injured they could have arrived in time to prevent this from happening. She placed her hand on Anakin's arm trying to offer what comfort she could. He looked devastated.

Cliegg went on after rubbing his wounded limb. "This isn't the way I wanted to meet you son, or how we planned it. I…I don't want to give up on her, but…she's been gone for weeks now. There's not much hope that she's lasted this long."

The room was silent until Anakin stood up, moving toward the door.

Owen called out to him, "Where are you going?"

Anakin turned around, "To find my mother." He was about to leave but Cliegg placed a hand on his arm. "Your mother's dead, son. Accept it."

Dormé was shocked that this man who had married Shmi and claimed to love her could so easily give up on her. She began to wonder why Owen wasn't out looking for her. Surely if his father couldn't help he would have readily gone to find his stepmother. Anakin gave both of the Lars men a sharp look then left without another word. Dormé stood up and followed after him. If he was going to go find his mother she wasn't about to let him go on his own, especially if Shmi was alive and wounded. He would need her help.

She found Anakin standing outside looking across the dusty plain. He had already found a speeder bike for his travel to the Tusken camp. Sensing her approach Anakin turned to speak with her. "You should stay here, you'll be safe…" Dormés fingers on his lips stopped him.

"I'm coming with you. I may not know much, but if your mother is injured I can be of some help." Dormé held her fingers against his mouth. While she had no formal medical training, her rough childhood has insured she knew how to tend to some wounds at least.

"No, the Tuskens are dangerous you could get really hurt." Anakin took her hand in his.

If the situation had been different, Dormé would have laughed, instead she softly whispered, "I am acquainted with danger as you well know. Its part of my job description and I can take care of myself. Now stop arguing with me because you're not going to win."

"You realize we may end up not coming back from this? I just want to make that perfectly clear." Anakin explained. While he wasn't all that concerned about himself, Dormés well-being was of great concern to him.

Dormé grinned warmly, "Your point is duly noted, now let's go. Who knows what those creatures are doing to your poor mother."

Anakin shook his head. Dormé had to be one of the most unique individuals he had ever met. She was calm and attentive one moment and in the next moment she would be ready to fight with such fire and courage. She was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. It wouldn't be till much later when he realized how much that meant to him. He watched her walk toward the speeder, eyeing it curiously before striding forward to join her.

Neither knew how the events about to occur would test their budding friendship or how that from their friendship something far greater would bloom.

A lone speeder raced across the sands of Tattoine. Cliegg reluctantly allowed Anakin and Dormé to take his old land speeder. It was clunky and had been somewhat damaged when the men had first gone out to try and find Shmi. Anakin set to work quickly trying to get the thing started. After one failed attempt and a few adjustments later, the land speeder came to life. Cliegg, Owen, and Beru looked on as Shmi's son and his companion made ready to leave.

Owen scoffed at the whole idea, telling them both that they were crazy to attempt a rescue, especially Dormé.

Dormé politely thanked him, but stated that someone had to have the stones to try and find Shmi. With that she climbed in the seat next to Anakin, and the speeder took off, leaving two stunned Lars men and a somewhat amused Beru behind.

They stopped once along the way when Anakin decided to ask some native creatures where the Tuskens were camped. By nightfall she and Anakin reached the location of the camp, stopping the speeder near the edge of a cliff. Anakin was the first to hop out and creep to the edge while Dorme pinned up the bottom of her dress so that it would not hinder her movement. Once she was satisfied, she climbed out and crept to the edge, seeing the Tusken camp nestled below.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Dormé whispered.

"You trust me?" Anakin looked over at her with an odd look that she wouldn't understand until much later.

"Of course I trust you." It was such a silly question for him to ask after everything they had already been through since leaving Coruscant.

"Then hang on." He grabbed a hold of her waist and without any warning jumped off the edge of the cliff.

Dormé had to bite back the urge to scream in terror as they plummeted towards the hard ground below. Much to her surprise they landed without dying and Anakin could feel her shaking. He whispered, "Are you alright?"

She looked up at him after several moments of examining her body to make sure it was all intact and whispered, "Apparently, but next time, perhaps you'll give me some warning when your going to do that."

Anakin couldn't help the grin that passed across his lips, but it faded quickly as his focus returned to finding his mother. Together, they quietly sneaked through the camp, going from hut to hut, and hiding in the shadows. As they moved, Dormé could hear the sand creatures talking, but couldn't understand a word of it. She made a note to ask Anakin about it once they were far away from this place.

Finally, they spotted a hut being guarded by two Tuskens. That had to be where they were keeping Anakin's mother. With ease, the pair crept toward the back of the hut. Anakin ignited his lightsaber and cut into the huts wall, which fell apart leaving a hole that both Anakin and Dorme climbed through.

The hut was filled with candles; Anakin immediately spotted his mother and rushed to her side. She was hanging from a wooden frame in the middle of the hut. Her face bore several large gashes; her wrists were red and raw from the rope holding her up. Dormé gasped in shock at the severity of her wounds, moving to help Anakin get her free.

Once Shmi was in Anakin's arm, Dormé began tending to what wounds she could. Using the pins in her dress, she tore pieces of the fabric to gently wrap around the open cuts on Shmi's wrists. Anakin meanwhile cradled his mother trying to get some response from her. "Mom…mom…mom…"

Shmi's eyelids fluttered open. She felt so weak from lack of food, water and her injuries. It took her several moments for her vision to clear and when it had she was certain she was seeing things. "Ani…? Is it you…?

Anakin choked back the tears that threatened to fall. "I'm here Mom…you're safe now."

"Ani? Ani? Oh, you look so handsome. My son, I'm so proud of you Ani, I missed you. Now…I am complete." Shmi smiled as best she could, but she was in a great deal of pain.

Dormé watched the tender moment while dabbing at the cuts that streaked across one of Shmi's cheeks. The relationship that Anakin had with his mother was one she had once hoped she could share with her own mother; one filled with love and genuine affection. "We need to get her home so we can better tend to her wounds."

Anakin nodded before looking back down at his mother. "Just hang on mom. I'm going to make you well again. Everything's…going to be fine." He lifted her up off the ground and carried her through the hole. Dormé followed him out only to be pushed back in by Anakin. "What are you…?"

"We've got company." Anakin said, gently lowering Shmi onto her feet. Dorme helped the older woman remain upright. Anakin ignited his lightsaber and sliced through one of the Tusken raiders. The sound of the dying creature alerted the other raiders and they came running towards the hut. "I'll clear a path; just get my mother out of this place." He swung his lightsaber and another Tusken fell down dead.

Not keen on leaving him behind, but knowing that getting Anakin's mother to safety was a priority, Dorme nodded. "Just be careful." She and Shmi moved as quickly as they could, with Dorme holding Shmi up and Anakin blazing a pathway with his lightsaber. When they reached the edge of the camp, Dorme and Shmi trudged away and out of sight.

Once Anakin was certain that his mother and Dorme were safe, he became even more focused on the battle, not realizing that he was drawing upon the dark side of the force. These creatures were evil; they had taken his mother and nearly killed her. No one could destroy them once and for all, no one but him. His anger fueled him as he sliced through one Tusken after another. Their screams were a symphony to his ears.

After trudging along for a bit, Dorme stopped, to let Shmi rest for a moment. They both nestled down onto the sand and Dorme tried to see what other wounds she could tend to. As she did this, she spotted a hill that would take them all back towards where the speeder was and groaned that she and Anakin could have gone that way to begin with. Shmi mumbled something and Dorme leaned over to hear the older woman.

"Where's…Ani…?" Shmi mumbled, her eyes fluttering open and closed. Dorme knew that the woman must be exhausted and in pain.

"He'll be here soon. Rest, save your strength." Dorme sighed when Shmi nodded. She had little to no knowledge how to start the speeder much less drive it, so they were forced to wait upon Anakin. Dorme hoped he was alright and that he would return soon.

Anakin unleashed his fury upon every Tusken raider that crossed his path. As he moved across the encampment he came upon three young Tuskens. He lifted his lightsaber ready to strike when he heard someone shout his name.

"Anakin, STOP!"

He was taking too long. Dorme was certain something had happened to him. She leaned down to check on Shmi. Anakin's mother was in and out of consciousness, but holding on for the time being. "Lady Shmi, I'm going to go check on Anakin. I'll be back, I promise." Dorme whispered. She was shocked when Shmi grabbed her hand.

"Thank you…my dear." Shmi gave Dorme a weak smile before releasing the young handmaidens' hand.

Dorme shook her head, "You don't have to thank me. We'll get you home safe." She stood up and headed back toward the encampment as fast as she could. When she reached the camp she was stunned at how many Tuskens lay dead. "Anakin…" she whispered before picking up one of the fallen creatures long staffs in case she had to defend herself. She hurried past all the fallen bodies to reach Anakin. She spotted him hovering over three of the small Tuskens who she assumed where children. "Anakin!" Dorme hurried forward and gasped when she saw Anakin lifting his lightsaber. He was going to kill them. She had to stop him. Killing those who attacked you had meaning, killing defenseless children was a heartless act. Anakin was not a heartless man.

"Anakin, STOP!"

Dormés voice broke through the haze of the dark side that had overwhelmed him. Slowly his lightsaber lowered and the three Tuskens dashed off into the night. He turned around, looking at his pretty companion before a wave of nausea grab hold of him and he sunk to his knees dry heaving.

Dropping down beside him, Dorme placed tossed the staff aside and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Anakin recovered, lifting his head up to look at her. "I'm, I'm fine."

"What happened? Were you going to kill those children?" Dorme asked him. Surely, she must have been wrong. Anakin could never do something so cruel.

"I…I don't know." Anakin shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He could still see the small Tuskens cowering on the ground. The image was disturbing. He pushed it aside as he stood up. "Where's my mother?"

"Come on, she's not far. I found an easier way to get back to the speeder." Dorme took his hand and together they made their way to where Shmi lay. Anakin lifted his mother into his arms and climbed up the hill with Dorme right behind him.

Once they had found the speeder, Dorme helped Shmi in, before getting in herself. Anakin climbed into the drivers' seat, started up the speeder, and took off back across the desert.

While he was relieved to have found his mother alive, her condition was uncertain. Even more troubling was the foreboding feeling that something just as terrible was yet to happen.

Little did he know just how right he would was.

Tbc

I know, kind of a lame ending to the chapter, but I wanted to put something out for you fans and this seemed like a good place to end this one. I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it. Looks like Shmi is alive for the moment, but will she remain so? Will Dorme confront Anakin about the Tusken children again? What will these two do next? Guess we will just have to wait until the next chapter.

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