Post by obiamidala on Jun 5, 2010 3:44:24 GMT -4
By dearben
based on Lynda's ficlet prompt
Upon returning to the palace, Padme didn’t know which feeling overpowered her more: Sadness or exhaustion. The Trade Federation had been forced to abolish their blockade, and Nute Gunray was going to be placed on trial by the Senate. But, Padme hadn’t had the time or desire to celebrate, as most of her people were.
For today, she’d been to Theed and surrounding cities and villages, visiting the families of the Naboo soldiers and pilots and Gungans that were killed, fighting bravely for Naboo. She was glad to visit her people, talk to them personally and comfort them, for their was little that could comfort her, in the midst of the losses - especially the loss of Qui-Gon.
Except Obi-Wan and Anakin, who were waiting to greet her. They looked sad, and exhausted too. They saved Naboo, and everyone on it. And yet, Qui-Gon’s death was affecting them the most. More than Padme would probably ever know, she guessed.
Padme walked up to the pair, Obi-Wan having his arm protectively around Anakin’s small shoulders. She gave Obi-Wan a sad, grateful smile as he released Anakin and hugged her.
“Thank you,” Padme whispered, and then pulled back to look at him. “You will forever have Naboo’s gratitude. And mine. And Qui-Gon as well. He died bravely, and we will never forget his sacrifice.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes so weary. “He’d be honored.”
Padme smiled sadly at him again, and then looked down at Anakin.
“And Anakin,” She kneeled down to hug him. “Thank you, too. I don’t know what we would’ve done if not for what you did.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Anakin said. She smiled at him.
Padme stood. Anakin looked so tired that he could barely stand.
“We’ll talk more tomorrow, after we’ve all gotten some much needed rest,” Padme said to them. Obi-Wan smiled slightly and nodded to her, and then looked down at Anakin, who was already looking up at him. Obi-Wan bent down and picked him up, and already Anakin was half-asleep on his shoulder.
“Good night, milady,” Obi-Wan said to Padme, who was touched at Obi-Wan’s tenderness toward Anakin.
“Good night, Obi-Wan,” She said in return.
Padme waited a little while before she went to see Obi-Wan, when she knew he had Anakin settled. She knew he would still be up, waiting for her.
She entered his room, and looked across the balcony, where Obi-Wan was sitting against the open doorway. The only light was that from the moons.
Obi-Wan sensed her presence and looked at her, a grateful expression crossing his young features, which seemed to be aged from so much sudden responsibility and sorrow.
Padme could read his expression - he wanted her company. Just as she wanted his. A friendship had formed between them, when they’d talked on her ship, traveling from planet to planet, all for one purpose. Their conversations had been lighthearted then - Obi-Wan took her mind off her worries for her planet when they were together. He made her feel better, made her feel confident and brave, like there was nothing in the galaxy she couldn’t do.
And now, bathed in the moonlight, seated only inches from each other, Padme wished more than anything to give Obi-Wan that same feeling. She didn’t care about herself - it was time to repay all that Obi-Wan had done for her, and there was little she wanted in return. She gently put her hand on his arm. He looked at it, and then met her eyes.
“Tell me about it,” Padme said, her encouraging voice just above a whisper.
And Obi-Wan did. He told her the details of his and Qui-Gon’s battle with the Sith being, Darth Maul down in the power generator. How Obi-Wan was either thrown off some balcony, or trapped behind the plasma shields while Qui-Gon fought the warrior, and how it was he who’d been killed. And then Obi-Wan fought the Sith Lord, and then used Qui-Gon’s own lightsaber to kill him.
Padme’s heart wrenched at watching how difficult it was for Obi-Wan to tell her these things. And she wouldn’t take it for granted.
“Will you train Anakin?” Padme asked.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said with certainty. “Even if I have to leave the Order to do it. It doesn’t matter. Qui-Gon was ready to make Anakin his life’s focus, and now I see why. At first I didn’t. I’m ashamed to say I was blind. I thought Anakin was a mystery, a danger - too old and out of control to be trained. And I was selfish. I didn’t want Anakin taking my place, as foolish as it sounds. But now I see it was nothing like that. Qui-Gon just wanted to guide Anakin, and bless him with a life that I was lucky enough to have. And I see now what Qui-Gon saw in him, so I will make Anakin my life’s focus, and he will be a Jedi.”
“It makes me so happy, that you’re willing to do that,” Padme said. “And it would make Qui-Gon very proud. He loved both you and Anakin. I know you both miss him.” She looked towards Anakin’s room. “How is he doing?”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “He’s suffering. And he’s confused without Qui-Gon. He almost doesn’t know how to comprehend my presence in his life. But he’s being brave. The Force will guide us, and we’ll get through it, and come out strong.”
Padme was now resting her head on his shoulder, listening intently to everything he was saying.
“And I never thanked you properly,” Obi-Wan said, looking down at her.
Padme raised her head to look at him. She shook her head.
“Obi-Wan, there’s no reason to thank me. All that you’ve done for me-”
“Pales in comparison to what you’re doing for me, Padme. You’ve fought for and rebuilt a world, earning the love of your people all over again. And yet, you sit here, listening to a Padawan who’s as scared of the future as you were for your people’s lives. And you’re happy to do it. I can feel it.”
“What else can you feel?” Padme said, her voice a whisper.
“I feel…” He closed his eyes. Padme could look at him forever like this. “Sadness. Unworthiness. Relief. Reluctant joy and triumph. Yearning. And…”
Love. He felt Padme’s love. He didn’t say it out loud, because it was a different kind of love than what he was expecting to feel. Obi-Wan expected the selfless, motherly love a Queen such as Padme would feel for her people. Indeed, Obi-Wan knew she held that love. The love he felt in her at this moment was selfless as well, the kind that wanted to give everything, and expected nothing, but was still hopeful. Then Obi-Wan realized this love, her love inside of her…was for him.
He opened his eyes, only to meet her gentle and caring ones. She closed her eyes then, and slowly brought her lips closer to his. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as well, and responded when her lips touched his. Their lips gently and slowly moved together for a moment.
Then Obi-Wan came back to his senses.
He pulled back, and looked at Padme. She could see a faint color touched Obi-Wan’s pale face.
“Padme, I can’t - it’s not appropriate that I-” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Obi-Wan,” Padme said, and he brought his eyes up to look into hers. “I’m not going to press you. It would be unbelievably selfish of me if I were to try and convince you that we should be together. You have Anakin, and I have Naboo.” She took a breath. “But, if one day, there was any possibility…I’d spend the rest of my days regretting not taking that chance. And I think you would too. After all, you’re the one always talking about the will of the Force, are you not?”
“You’re right,” Obi-Wan said. “You’re right, Padme. This is the will of the Force, and one day, it will let us be together, as we should be because I do love you, and want to be with you.”
Obi-Wan brought his hand to Padme’s face, and they kissed again, this time with urgency and desperation. Then they pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes, each knowing they would have to wait.
Padme rested her head on Obi-Wan’s chest, feeling his strong arms encircle her, holding her.
Both found themselves happy and excited, anticipating the future - whatever it may bring, knowing they would be in each other’s hearts until the day came they could face the future as one.
based on Lynda's ficlet prompt
Upon returning to the palace, Padme didn’t know which feeling overpowered her more: Sadness or exhaustion. The Trade Federation had been forced to abolish their blockade, and Nute Gunray was going to be placed on trial by the Senate. But, Padme hadn’t had the time or desire to celebrate, as most of her people were.
For today, she’d been to Theed and surrounding cities and villages, visiting the families of the Naboo soldiers and pilots and Gungans that were killed, fighting bravely for Naboo. She was glad to visit her people, talk to them personally and comfort them, for their was little that could comfort her, in the midst of the losses - especially the loss of Qui-Gon.
Except Obi-Wan and Anakin, who were waiting to greet her. They looked sad, and exhausted too. They saved Naboo, and everyone on it. And yet, Qui-Gon’s death was affecting them the most. More than Padme would probably ever know, she guessed.
Padme walked up to the pair, Obi-Wan having his arm protectively around Anakin’s small shoulders. She gave Obi-Wan a sad, grateful smile as he released Anakin and hugged her.
“Thank you,” Padme whispered, and then pulled back to look at him. “You will forever have Naboo’s gratitude. And mine. And Qui-Gon as well. He died bravely, and we will never forget his sacrifice.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes so weary. “He’d be honored.”
Padme smiled sadly at him again, and then looked down at Anakin.
“And Anakin,” She kneeled down to hug him. “Thank you, too. I don’t know what we would’ve done if not for what you did.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Anakin said. She smiled at him.
Padme stood. Anakin looked so tired that he could barely stand.
“We’ll talk more tomorrow, after we’ve all gotten some much needed rest,” Padme said to them. Obi-Wan smiled slightly and nodded to her, and then looked down at Anakin, who was already looking up at him. Obi-Wan bent down and picked him up, and already Anakin was half-asleep on his shoulder.
“Good night, milady,” Obi-Wan said to Padme, who was touched at Obi-Wan’s tenderness toward Anakin.
“Good night, Obi-Wan,” She said in return.
Padme waited a little while before she went to see Obi-Wan, when she knew he had Anakin settled. She knew he would still be up, waiting for her.
She entered his room, and looked across the balcony, where Obi-Wan was sitting against the open doorway. The only light was that from the moons.
Obi-Wan sensed her presence and looked at her, a grateful expression crossing his young features, which seemed to be aged from so much sudden responsibility and sorrow.
Padme could read his expression - he wanted her company. Just as she wanted his. A friendship had formed between them, when they’d talked on her ship, traveling from planet to planet, all for one purpose. Their conversations had been lighthearted then - Obi-Wan took her mind off her worries for her planet when they were together. He made her feel better, made her feel confident and brave, like there was nothing in the galaxy she couldn’t do.
And now, bathed in the moonlight, seated only inches from each other, Padme wished more than anything to give Obi-Wan that same feeling. She didn’t care about herself - it was time to repay all that Obi-Wan had done for her, and there was little she wanted in return. She gently put her hand on his arm. He looked at it, and then met her eyes.
“Tell me about it,” Padme said, her encouraging voice just above a whisper.
And Obi-Wan did. He told her the details of his and Qui-Gon’s battle with the Sith being, Darth Maul down in the power generator. How Obi-Wan was either thrown off some balcony, or trapped behind the plasma shields while Qui-Gon fought the warrior, and how it was he who’d been killed. And then Obi-Wan fought the Sith Lord, and then used Qui-Gon’s own lightsaber to kill him.
Padme’s heart wrenched at watching how difficult it was for Obi-Wan to tell her these things. And she wouldn’t take it for granted.
“Will you train Anakin?” Padme asked.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said with certainty. “Even if I have to leave the Order to do it. It doesn’t matter. Qui-Gon was ready to make Anakin his life’s focus, and now I see why. At first I didn’t. I’m ashamed to say I was blind. I thought Anakin was a mystery, a danger - too old and out of control to be trained. And I was selfish. I didn’t want Anakin taking my place, as foolish as it sounds. But now I see it was nothing like that. Qui-Gon just wanted to guide Anakin, and bless him with a life that I was lucky enough to have. And I see now what Qui-Gon saw in him, so I will make Anakin my life’s focus, and he will be a Jedi.”
“It makes me so happy, that you’re willing to do that,” Padme said. “And it would make Qui-Gon very proud. He loved both you and Anakin. I know you both miss him.” She looked towards Anakin’s room. “How is he doing?”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. “He’s suffering. And he’s confused without Qui-Gon. He almost doesn’t know how to comprehend my presence in his life. But he’s being brave. The Force will guide us, and we’ll get through it, and come out strong.”
Padme was now resting her head on his shoulder, listening intently to everything he was saying.
“And I never thanked you properly,” Obi-Wan said, looking down at her.
Padme raised her head to look at him. She shook her head.
“Obi-Wan, there’s no reason to thank me. All that you’ve done for me-”
“Pales in comparison to what you’re doing for me, Padme. You’ve fought for and rebuilt a world, earning the love of your people all over again. And yet, you sit here, listening to a Padawan who’s as scared of the future as you were for your people’s lives. And you’re happy to do it. I can feel it.”
“What else can you feel?” Padme said, her voice a whisper.
“I feel…” He closed his eyes. Padme could look at him forever like this. “Sadness. Unworthiness. Relief. Reluctant joy and triumph. Yearning. And…”
Love. He felt Padme’s love. He didn’t say it out loud, because it was a different kind of love than what he was expecting to feel. Obi-Wan expected the selfless, motherly love a Queen such as Padme would feel for her people. Indeed, Obi-Wan knew she held that love. The love he felt in her at this moment was selfless as well, the kind that wanted to give everything, and expected nothing, but was still hopeful. Then Obi-Wan realized this love, her love inside of her…was for him.
He opened his eyes, only to meet her gentle and caring ones. She closed her eyes then, and slowly brought her lips closer to his. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as well, and responded when her lips touched his. Their lips gently and slowly moved together for a moment.
Then Obi-Wan came back to his senses.
He pulled back, and looked at Padme. She could see a faint color touched Obi-Wan’s pale face.
“Padme, I can’t - it’s not appropriate that I-” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Obi-Wan,” Padme said, and he brought his eyes up to look into hers. “I’m not going to press you. It would be unbelievably selfish of me if I were to try and convince you that we should be together. You have Anakin, and I have Naboo.” She took a breath. “But, if one day, there was any possibility…I’d spend the rest of my days regretting not taking that chance. And I think you would too. After all, you’re the one always talking about the will of the Force, are you not?”
“You’re right,” Obi-Wan said. “You’re right, Padme. This is the will of the Force, and one day, it will let us be together, as we should be because I do love you, and want to be with you.”
Obi-Wan brought his hand to Padme’s face, and they kissed again, this time with urgency and desperation. Then they pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes, each knowing they would have to wait.
Padme rested her head on Obi-Wan’s chest, feeling his strong arms encircle her, holding her.
Both found themselves happy and excited, anticipating the future - whatever it may bring, knowing they would be in each other’s hearts until the day came they could face the future as one.
LOL. 
But, I'm glad you thought I portrayed her and Obi-Wan good. And, I just can't resist Anakin when he's that age! He's so adorable and innocent. 
