A/N: I do not own Anakin, Padmé or other characters, all rights reserved by Lucasfilm.
I write the stories just for fun and for free.

Why so much Sex…well, we didn't get enough from George Lukas ;-)

IN THE EYE OF THE STORM

Chapter 1

Columbia University's central campus was so crowded on September 5, 2012 , it was impossible to walk or stand without being bumped by someone.

At the rim of the fountain on the left side of the Alma Mater, sat the four inseparable friends known as Sex and the City girls.

Well, they were not Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda. They were Padmé, Dormé, Sabé and Satine... and the characters were a little different from those of the movie. Dormé and Sabé were open, curious and eager to experiment, also sexually, Satine was more picky by relationships and Padme was chastity in person. Despite these differences, they got along great and were always together, not just on campus. They also went out together, they had to give up one or the other if she went for a date.

They had known each other since the first year, all studying at law school. They took all the compulsory classes together and some electives, like American history….

...and there was a student, well known on campus, no girl or woman could resist, they were all after him. He was more than attractive, no, he was perfect. He was a star, starting quarterback on the Columbia Lions Football Team, his name was Anakin Skywalker. He was a womanizer, a philanderer, a playboy. That was what people thought.

He was already well known in the Ivy Conference and it was believed he would have a great career in the NFL. A lot of teams in the league need a quarterback like him. He also aspired to such a career.

For the third year in a row he was a magnet on campus, you could tell where he was right away, because pretty female students gathered around him like a swarm of hornets. One or the other hung on his arm, mostly just for the night to come. He wasn't interested in them other than sex. So they thought, so they told.

What nobody knew, or rather what nobody knew except his best friend Ben, was, it was not all true, because someone already lived in Anakin's heart. It wasn't like Anakin confided in him, no. They lived next door to each other on W 97 St, Ben could observe him and draw conclusions, he was a very intelligent student at law school, and... he knew Padmé. He hasn't missed the hostile interactions and provocations between the two, as well as the millisecond glances they exchanged.

Someone who didn't know them, would think they can't stand each other.

But Padmé's friends weren't blind either. It was an unwritten law not to throw yourself at the man your friend was interested in. Dormé and Sabé didn't prefer a certain type of man, dark hair, brown eyes, blond hair, blue eyes...it didn't matter. Satine preferred blondes, but since she could clearly see how Padme treated and provoked Anakin, she knew that Padme was either attracted to him, or already had feelings. Dormé and Sabé confirmed their observations. They didn't want to ask directly, Padmé would have denied.

This is how the story went for two years and continued to escalate, almost to the point of open war. There was always a verbal exchange, whenever they met.

On September 5, 2012, the four friends sat and talked about the classes they have to take that day, so they got up to make their way for begin of the class.

As soon as Padmé got up, she was bumped from behind by a tall person and was about to fall headfirst into the water. At the last second she was grabbed by the right arm and landed only with her left one in the water. She was wet and beside herself with anger. When she saw who landed her almost in the water, she exploded.

"Damn Skywalker! Don't you have eyes in your head?! I almost landed in the water ompletely !"

"Sorry Naberrie, it was like I lost my balance..."

"No wonder if, if... if you shed the ballast hanging from your left arm, you might be able to keep your balance."

"Not so offensive Naberrie, Pat is a friend..."

"Oh sure, she will serve her purpose... tonight... or maybe sooner."

"Are you jealous?" asked Pat.

"Jealous? Of you? Pff ! I wish you a lot of fun, but tomorrow you'll be history. Get out of my sight, Skywalker."

"Reluctantly, Naberrie, but if you wish...have a nice day and a good start to the semester." He winked at her.

"Go away!"

Padmé was furious that she had almost landed in the water and that in front of that...Pat. Who was she anyway? Another one of the countless…. daily changing consumables. Why does that bother you? ... asked her inner voice. No, it doesn't, Padmé thought, It's just amazing how someone can fuck every day, but every day, uh, different woman. If he doesn't see how mean that is, he can't care less about all the women. Are all men like that? OK. , she had not that much boyfriends, Palo and Rush Clovis and both wanted more, luckily it didn't come to that, both cheated on her...well, weren't they any better...or worse. She didn't want to think about it anymore.

Anyway, Skywalker had moved on, but hey, she's about to see him in American History class and most of the time he sat next to her. What did he actually want? Did he enjoy teasing her? She was always early in the classroom and it seemed like he was hiding somewhere waiting for her to take place and sit right next to her. It was the same this time.

"Luckily you're sitting on my right side, my left sleeve is still wet...thanks to you."

"Then I go to your left side and if you lean against me, the heat of my body will dry your sleeve."

"I renounce."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"I know: trouble."

Padmé's friends were sitting in the row in front of them and once again they heard everything. Ben came later and sat next to Anakin.

"I don't tease you, what do you have against me, Naberrie?"

"Pat is probably sitting somewhere too, why don't you go to her...or someone else where you have a chance?"

"Does it bother you that there are so many after me, Naberrie, and nobody after you?"

"Absolutely no way. Just do your conquest rounds Skywalker, I've got more important things to do, I'm not interested in men. I need to get a 4.5 GPA to have a better chance at Harvard."

"I'll get that average with all the women I have in mind." He laughed and winked.

"You are absolutely obnoxious, Skywalker."

Luckily came professor Jocasta Nu , put her bag on the table and the class started. That was the end of the exchange between Padmé and Anakin. The subject matter was spread over three years, the last third began today with the civil war, which was to be dealt with in detail. The whole hour passed in attentive listening. After that, they slowly left the class room, Padmé first, as if about to run away, but Anakin took long strides. Running out the door, Padmé bumped into Lions running back Bradley in the hallway. She knew him by sight but not personally.

"Ooops, Beautiful." He smiled at her.

"Sorry, Stunning." She smiled too.

"What's your name, Beautiful?"

"Padmé... and you, Stunning?"

"Bradley."

"You look better than your namesake, Badley Cooper." She winked.

Bradley saw this as an invitation to flirt and acted immediately.

"There's a party at Finch's on Saturday, are you coming?"

"I was going to."

"Get off Brad, I want to see you fit on the gridiron this afternoon."

"Why, is she yours...?"

"I'm not, I'm nothing, zero!"

She was furious, turned and left. He stopped. Her friends and Ben were standing nearby enjoying themselves. Ben asked:

"Do you think that the two..."

"Mmmmm." Dorme said.

"I think so too..." said Sabé.

"...and has been for two years...and !...it's increasing," Satine said.

This Saturday at Finch's were many familiar faces, mostly athletes and...their fans. Padmé played tennis for the Columbia University team, so she was also an athlete and involved. Her friends were there, as was the successful fencer Ben Kenobi, bronze medal winner at the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. Various bands were playing at the venue, including the Fellows group that night. They played mostly their own songs, but also well-known and popular songs from the charts.

Padmé had practice that afternoon and went home near the Guggenheim Museum to change for the party. She selected a red sleeveless dress that reached six inches above her knees and a matching jacket. She liked wearing her d'Orsay by Manolo Blanik. A mini bag from Gucci rounded off her outfit. Yes, she wore nice expensive things, her parents were lawyers and good off.

When she came into the bar, everyone she knew was already there, actually she knew them all. She went purposefully to her friends and joined them at the bar.

"You're late, Padme."

"Oh my mom had to lecture me...like I was ten and not twenty."

"Is she worried about you losing your virginity by the time you're ten...uh twenty?" Typical Dorme.

"What could she lose?" Anakin asked from the background.

"Not you again, Skywalker! Can you leave me alone for at least one day? You're a pain in the ass."

"It's okay, I go away, but I can't promise to leave you alone for the whole evening." He left feeling a little offended.

"I need a drink now, but I'm not getting in hard. Barkeeper, one Cosmopolitan, please."

After her drink came and cheers was called, Dormé asked:

"Where did we stop…oh yes, your virginity. Tell me Missy, don't you think it's already overdue to hand in your V-Card."

"True, but only when the right man has come."

"How about Bradley, huh?" Sabé asked.

"He is visually appealing, but the way he is… we'll see. Give me more time."

"Always procrastinate." Dormé said.

"How about...Skywalker?" Satine asked.

"Are you crazy !? He is fucking three different women a day, I'm sure such one won't get my V-Card."

"But you like him...kinda."

"I hate him."

"Oh yeah, we all know that. Padmé, you're lying to yourself." Said Satine.

"I agree." Ben said behind her back.

"Have you conspired against me?"

"You can deny all you want, but there's a kind of tension between you, it's literally crackling. Don't you think too, Satine?"

All three friends nodded.

"You are crazy. Don't you see how he irritates me every time we see each other?"

"It's for a reason, Padmé. He wants your attention." Sabé said.

"You mean while he's strutting around with all the women?"

"Exactly. He wants to make you jealous, to see your reaction." Dormé said.

"And you react exactly as he expects, he has the confirmation...maybe subconsciously." Ben said.

"You're reading into something that doesn't exist, but no matter what you think, I don't care about him."

The friends didn't want to push anymore. After three more Cosmopolitans, she saw Bradley. He approached her with a glass of whiskey in hand.

"Hi Beautiful, would you like to dance with me?"

"Oh yes, but let's finish our drinks first. Where are you, I thought you were interested in coming and then you don't come."

"I had training and then the coach wanted to take his frustration out on us."

"Cheers."

"Cheers, Padme."

...and drank the glass empty. He took her by the hand, she hopped down unsteadily from the bar stool and was about to get on the dance floor, when Anakin suddenly appeared.

"You're trying for nothing Brad, she's not interested in men."

Turning to Anakin, she swung back and slapped him resoundingly across the face. Even her friends, Bradley and Benn, flinched.

Anakin was shocked for a few seconds and then he asked:

"What was THAT for, Naberrie? "

"That's for, I'm not interested in men."

"That was supposed to be a joke and you said you're not interested in men."

"Yes, but in a different context. You made me look like a lesbian. Go to hell, Skywalker, you're disgusting."

She picked up her bag from the counter and walked out. Her friends followed her.

"That was totally off the mark, Anakin. You should apologize." Ben said.

"Yes, right on Monday... and now I need a drink."

…..and then he took a drink, and another one, and another one, and so many after, until he was totally drunk. Ben brought him home with Bradley's help.

She humiliated him, maybe rightly so, he shouldn't have said that, he thought. Ben was right, he will apologize, he must.

Padmé went home, having lost the desire to celebrate. She kept thinking about it. Not only was he annoying, he was an asshole. She will avoid him if at all possible.

After two days, on Monday, he met her on campus. He was with Ben.

"Sorry about Saturday night Naberrie, I didn't mean it to come off that way, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay, Skywalker, knowing what you're like, I shouldn't be upset at all. So, I should apologize for the slap in the face. Forget it."

"OK. , then see you in class the day after tomorrow."

"If it can't be avoided..."

"You're still angry..."

"I'm just being honest. So then."

She turned and went to meet her friends. In the afternoon she had training and the day was already over.

On Wednesday she had to meet him again, American history. He was standing in front of the class room with a couple of pretty fellow students who were so conspicuously flirtatious that it was tasteless. As usual, she thought.

As soon as she found a seat, he came and sat down next to her.

"Skywalker, there are so many seats available, why do you have to sit next to me?"

"I like our conversation."

"You can also talk to all the girls who are constantly attached to you."

"Believe it or not, I'm missing the topic of conversation with them."

"So then there's no talking, there's fucking."

"Sort of, but I don't want to talk about that with you." He lied.

"Then we talk about the Civil War, slavery, Southerners, Yankees, Colt Peacemaker, Winchester, or something like that."

"You know about weapons?" she nodded "...you surprise me, Naberrie."

"And you don't surprise me at all."

"Am I that simple and boring?"

"Let's put it this way... you seem to have only one area of interest, OK. two: sex and football, in that order."

"How can I change your mind?"

"You can't, Professor Nu is here."

More or less that's how it went for the next six weeks. They saw each other in American history class on Wednesdays, he had hard training, so did she. He even came to her practice once to see her playing and was impressed, although he made very different comments. She got used to it and didn't react. She didn't go to his practice because there were too much cheerleaders.

Next Wednesday will be annoying again, thought Padmé, but everything turned out differently and badly, something she never thought she would experience in New York, something that never existed before, so she dismissed it as it won't be that bad after all , despite dire warnings from meteorologists. All scaremongering. Unlike her parents and sister Sola, she wasn't prepared.

Anakin was one of those who had to do a lot of things at the last minute, like this time, he was going to Fort George to his mother on Monday, he heard the official warnings, thought it would be fine.

Hurricane Sandy was the 18th tropical cyclone and 10th hurricane of the 2012 Atlantic hurricane season. The storm formed in the Caribbean Sea, then moved northward through Jamaica, Cuba, and the Bahamas, and finally made its way to New Jersey via the mainland United States. Its emergence is dated October 22, 2012, but as early as October 19, the National Hurricane Center began monitoring an area of low air pressure in the western Caribbean Sea. This developed at great speed, and the National Hurricane Center already stated on the following day that there was a high chance of a tropical cyclone forming. The system was able to slowly organize itself over the next few days, so that by the evening of October 21st it was building up strong convection (current transport) and forming a closed circulation. On October 22, it had strengthened enough to be classified as tropical depression number 18 at 15:00 UTC (Universal Time Coordinated) centered about 515 km south of Kingston, Jamaica. That same evening, a Hurricane Hunters reconnaissance flight determined that the persistent winds on the surface had reached gale force. The National Hurricane Center then declared the system a tropical storm named Sandy.

Hurricane season officially begins June 1st and ends November 30th, peaking in September when most storms form. Most of them come from the Atlantic, but some also come from the Caribbean.

Most TV stations, such as CNN, NBC, ABC and others, report on each hurricane during hurricane season, tracking the development and movement. It has been shown that the storms move northwards more and more often and do not lose their strength.

Hurricane Sandy weakened and was downgraded several times on its way north, but it continued to gain strength, hitting New York with winds approaching 90 mph. The bad thing was that enormous amounts of water were pushed into the city, as it unfortunately happened in combination with spring tides. Lower parts of Manhattan were under water, underpasses and the subway were flooded.

The worst is yet to come.