Disclaimer: I own nothing. (For the fifteenth time…) All characters and quotes from The Empire Strikes Back are the property of George Lucas and Lucasfilm Ltd.
Inception belongs to Christopher Nolan, and all quotes from the movie are his property.
I'm glad to hear that you all don't mind the addition of Ahsoka…I was taking a leap of faith on that one. As always, I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed so far, especially the new faces I've been seeing on the reviews page lately. Thanks guys!
In this chapter, we get to hear from a character who we haven't seen yet, although there have been a few questions concerning this person in the reviews I've been getting.
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"I just saw the news, where is my daughter?" Jobal Naberrie demanded, almost screeching into the phone.
"She ran off." Ruwee's answer was casual, apathetic.
"Why?" Jobal demanded of her ex-husband. "You beat her didn't you?" Jobal's tone was horrified.
"How the kriff am I supposed to know why she took off?" Ruwee countered caustically.
"That's it!" Jobal snapped. "I'm calling the cops. You're not going to get away with this!"
Ruwee's voice was filled with venom. "That's the last mistake you'll ever make, woman."
Click. The line went dead.
Jobal took a moment to calm her racing heart, and dialed 911.
Anakin followed Padmé into Wal-Mart, pushing the cart slowly.
The door greeter gave them a friendly wave, which Anakin and Padmé both returned.
"Okay," Padmé said, rubbing her hands together brusquely. She wobbled, and placed one hand back on the cart.
"We don't have to do this now, you know." Anakin pointed out. Padmé still looked deathly pale, and she was still much, much weaker than she should've been. She should've been in bed.
Resting.
Like a sensible person.
But, she was stubborn.
And so, here they were.
"Ah, Wal-Mart. The epitome of everything wrong with the corporate world." Anakin said in a faux-content tone.
Padmê smacked his arm. "Stop it. You didn't have to come." She said.
Anakin laughed. "And let you shop here by yourself?" A scoff escaped him. " Half of the employees would be dead by the time you were finished." He said.
"Aw, come on!" Padmé exclaimed. "Where's your shopping spirit?" She kidded.
Anakin looked at her incredulously. "What's gotten into you?" He sighed. "I'm a guy. I like action movies and Sports where guys beat each other senseless…Not shopping." He clarified.
Padmé sighed. "Dude, you're are such a stiff." She rolled her eyes, and shifted with jerky movements to face him. "Let's get this over with."
Their fist stop was the furniture department, where Anakin picked out a modest bed frame for Ahsoka. Next came domestics, where Padmé's sharp eye spied a nice, gender neutral set of sheets for the bed-Anakin, it seemed, had absolutely no ability to shop for the opposite sex.
"I'm glad you came. I'd be completely lost without you." Anakin admitted as they strolled along, picking up some snack food on the way to the section Anakin had been dreading: The pharmacy.
An innocent enough department by itself, it was also where the feminine products happened to be.
"Uh…I'm gonna go look at the magazines…You'll be okay here right?" He asked uncomfortably.
"Yes. Fine. Go. Sheesh, guys can watch people tear each other limb from limb on TV, spraying buckets of blood everywhere, but show them a tampon, and they run screaming from the room." She muttered as Anakin backed away from the pharmacy in horror. "Really? You're just gonna leave the cripple here?" Padmé asked incredulously.
If Obi-Wan and Mace were here, they'd never let me live this down. Anakin thought. I'm, so whipped. "No," He replied, and went to stand with Padmé again.
After five agonizingly humiliating minutes in the pharmacy, the two of them went to check out.
Just as they were leaving, Ruwee walked into the store. He looked at the two of them for a moment.
Anakin grabbed Padmé about the waist and pulled her close. "Quick, give me a kiss." he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly arounder
Padmé mashed her lips against his when she saw her father over his shoulder. Well, this isn't nearly as bad as I thought…It's actually kind of nice. His lips are so soft…Padmé's thoughts muddled, Anakin's kiss was intensely, fervently, viscerally…distracting.
She came back to the present when Anakin pulled away. Her thoughts cleared. "He's still looking at us." She noted.
"Yeah, it was worth a shot." Anakin breathed. He gave her another brief peck, scrambling her thoughts again.
Ruwee stared for a second longer, and then continued on his way, shaking his head at the indecency of teenage libido.
"Let go." Padmé requested.
"Shh." Anakin hissed; Ruwee was still close enough to be able to recognize Padmé's voice.
"Let go, please." Padmé repeated.
"Don't get excited." Anakin appeased.
"Anakin, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited." Padmé lied.
"Sorry sweetheart, I haven't got time for anything else." Anakin smirked.
"You wish you were that lucky." Padme stomped on his instep as hard as she could with her boot-encased foot.
With a flustered huff, she hobbled out into the parking lot.
Anakin smiled an followed her out.
"Denial: It's not just a river in Egypt anymore." He snarked as he caught up with her.
"I'm not in denial!" Padmé retorted heatedly.
"That's what they all say." Anakin countered.
"Yeah, well I'm not." Padmé's next reply was weaker that the first.
"Whatever, you say, princess." Anakin continued, and followed Padmé back to the car.
Okay guys, feedback time! First to review gets a one-shot! I know this chapter was short and a little dry, but it's mostly 'filler' for the more exciting stuff to come later. Just bear with me; it'll get better, I promise.
(And yes, I know, Star Wars and Inception are in two completely different universes, but I couldn't resist. It's like, the best line in the movie!)
May the Force be with you,
~Ink.