Worlds Colliding All Time Love Vader/Padme
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
3,813
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
six
VADER
"Darth Vader..." his poisionous voice seeps towards me I ignore him wishing and praying for death
"Darth Vader..." again the voice comes and again I ignore it if I had the will to even care I would laugh as his panic seeps over me in waves he is afraid, I can feel it, of what me? I hoped so
"Padme.." he mutters I clench my fists as he dares speak her name. I quickly sheath my thoughts from him. I see him for what he is now a charlatan the memory washing over me laughter I heard laughter as I lay here too exhausted to move, surely he would have sensed...and he had laughed, he knew!!! the fact boils my blood he knew she was dying and he did nothing...nothing! I was but a pawn, like a fool I had fallen into a trap.
"I am sure together...we can find a way to bring her back" he murmurs I grasp the floor my strength seeping back at the thought My Padme back, but would he do it or was it another trick, another lie to bind me to his bitter ash strewn life Looking up at him I smile, he takes this as encouragement
"Come..." I continue to stare at him, a fact that obviously unerves him. I laugh a hollow sound, if it was true he would show me the way and I would have my beloved back. If it wasn't them I am a devils disciple for nothing...either way I think as my laughter grows wild...he will pay...For Me...For My Princess And most of all For My Angel Padme...he will die I will kill him as surely as he has killed me and all I hold dear
Padme
“Padme you must see reason!” Obi Wan murmurs
“Reason!” I shriek, he winces at the harsh tone “I have lost my husband...”
“Padme...Anakin...”
“And...” I bite back a sob, my head rolling backwards I look out onto the moonlight sky, the stars twinkling merrily while I slowly wither and die inside “I have lost a daughter...” Nothing greets that but silence “and you tell me to see reason!” I hiss
“Padme...the Emperor!”
“The Emperor be damned!”
“Padme!”
“He has taken my husband from me; he has taken my sweet angel from me...”
“And he will take more if you...”
“That as may be...”
“Padme...” he murmurs obviously shocked by my cavalier attitude, Part of me was too, was it bad I no longer cared, that I did not love my little son, a fact that torments me, he was too like Anakin, it hurt too much to care. It would be like loving and losing him all over again; what kind of person did that make me? Was I evil? I must be how can you not love and care for your child? I did for the little angel I was honouring this night; why not for him, it was unnatural. I did not deserve him, or was it not that I *didn’t * care it was...I think heavily that I was too scared to care I could love him, I would if I let myself ; but could I lose him again. They say I should fake my death to save Luke and myself * from * death, the thought makes me laugh bitterly, how can I fake something that is all too real. I was dying slowly with each passing minute
“Look at your son...” I bite my lip
“I can not”
“Padme, I am begging you...think of him, he is a small defenceless child...” I quiver weakening I turn to him
“Hold him...” I look at the bundle shaking
“Please Padme...he needs you...”
Sighing I hold him he wriggles softly, I peer down at him he yawns softly, and then opens his eyes blue like the ocean...like Daddy, like my broken soul
“Oh Luke...” the tears come thick and fast, like water trickling away at the ice surrounding my heart “My baby...my son...” I murmur smoothing my fingers over his soft skin “I’m so sorry...” and the pain is back roaring into fierce life, it is like a flickering flame into a wall of fire Of course I loved him; he was my blood; A New Hope; my last remaining one. With a juddering sigh I walk onwards
“Come on Luke....” I murmur standing in front of the white casket, lovingly created so small. My arms tremble as I smooth a finger over the surface She was not there, part of me rejoiced in that fact, and another is mute with rage, they had taken her away before I even knew, ‘for the best’ so they said best for who? Another loss to add to the gaping hole in my tattered soul I turn grasping the rattle, made in such exuberant hopes, now a token of loss. I look to Obi wan, with tears in his eyes he hands me the lightsaber with a sigh I place both of them into the tiny casket, closing the lid , I stoop pressing a kiss to the cool lid. Luke wriggles crying
“Look after each other...Think of us now and again....” I will not say Goodbye I will not let myself, with bowed head my son and I cry for our lost family
"Darth Vader..." his poisionous voice seeps towards me I ignore him wishing and praying for death
"Darth Vader..." again the voice comes and again I ignore it if I had the will to even care I would laugh as his panic seeps over me in waves he is afraid, I can feel it, of what me? I hoped so
"Padme.." he mutters I clench my fists as he dares speak her name. I quickly sheath my thoughts from him. I see him for what he is now a charlatan the memory washing over me laughter I heard laughter as I lay here too exhausted to move, surely he would have sensed...and he had laughed, he knew!!! the fact boils my blood he knew she was dying and he did nothing...nothing! I was but a pawn, like a fool I had fallen into a trap.
"I am sure together...we can find a way to bring her back" he murmurs I grasp the floor my strength seeping back at the thought My Padme back, but would he do it or was it another trick, another lie to bind me to his bitter ash strewn life Looking up at him I smile, he takes this as encouragement
"Come..." I continue to stare at him, a fact that obviously unerves him. I laugh a hollow sound, if it was true he would show me the way and I would have my beloved back. If it wasn't them I am a devils disciple for nothing...either way I think as my laughter grows wild...he will pay...For Me...For My Princess And most of all For My Angel Padme...he will die I will kill him as surely as he has killed me and all I hold dear
Padme
“Padme you must see reason!” Obi Wan murmurs
“Reason!” I shriek, he winces at the harsh tone “I have lost my husband...”
“Padme...Anakin...”
“And...” I bite back a sob, my head rolling backwards I look out onto the moonlight sky, the stars twinkling merrily while I slowly wither and die inside “I have lost a daughter...” Nothing greets that but silence “and you tell me to see reason!” I hiss
“Padme...the Emperor!”
“The Emperor be damned!”
“Padme!”
“He has taken my husband from me; he has taken my sweet angel from me...”
“And he will take more if you...”
“That as may be...”
“Padme...” he murmurs obviously shocked by my cavalier attitude, Part of me was too, was it bad I no longer cared, that I did not love my little son, a fact that torments me, he was too like Anakin, it hurt too much to care. It would be like loving and losing him all over again; what kind of person did that make me? Was I evil? I must be how can you not love and care for your child? I did for the little angel I was honouring this night; why not for him, it was unnatural. I did not deserve him, or was it not that I *didn’t * care it was...I think heavily that I was too scared to care I could love him, I would if I let myself ; but could I lose him again. They say I should fake my death to save Luke and myself * from * death, the thought makes me laugh bitterly, how can I fake something that is all too real. I was dying slowly with each passing minute
“Look at your son...” I bite my lip
“I can not”
“Padme, I am begging you...think of him, he is a small defenceless child...” I quiver weakening I turn to him
“Hold him...” I look at the bundle shaking
“Please Padme...he needs you...”
Sighing I hold him he wriggles softly, I peer down at him he yawns softly, and then opens his eyes blue like the ocean...like Daddy, like my broken soul
“Oh Luke...” the tears come thick and fast, like water trickling away at the ice surrounding my heart “My baby...my son...” I murmur smoothing my fingers over his soft skin “I’m so sorry...” and the pain is back roaring into fierce life, it is like a flickering flame into a wall of fire Of course I loved him; he was my blood; A New Hope; my last remaining one. With a juddering sigh I walk onwards
“Come on Luke....” I murmur standing in front of the white casket, lovingly created so small. My arms tremble as I smooth a finger over the surface She was not there, part of me rejoiced in that fact, and another is mute with rage, they had taken her away before I even knew, ‘for the best’ so they said best for who? Another loss to add to the gaping hole in my tattered soul I turn grasping the rattle, made in such exuberant hopes, now a token of loss. I look to Obi wan, with tears in his eyes he hands me the lightsaber with a sigh I place both of them into the tiny casket, closing the lid , I stoop pressing a kiss to the cool lid. Luke wriggles crying
“Look after each other...Think of us now and again....” I will not say Goodbye I will not let myself, with bowed head my son and I cry for our lost family