In A Moment: For You
Title: In A Moment: "For You."
Author: LaughtersMelody
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: Star Wars isn't mine, though I still wish it were.
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Pairing: Anakin/Padmé
Type: Part of a series of Ep. III vignettes
Spoilers: Major Spoilers for Ep. III.
Characters: Anakin
Secondary Characters: Padmé
Summary: Padmé's thoughts on Mustafar.
A/N: It's been a very long time since I wrote a Star Wars story. I'm afraid my inspiration has mostly been kidnapped by other fandoms, but I am still a Star Wars fan, and while I was going back through some of my older fics, I was inspired to add another vignette to this series. :)
As always, I thank my Lord Jesus Christ for His goodness and mercy. :)
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For You
I came here for Anakin, the man I love, the man who first claimed my heart all those years ago on Tatooine. He was just a little boy then, who watched the world with awe and curiosity, who held onto his dreams, in spite of how impossible they seemed. His courage, his selflessness, amazed me - inspired me. And it drew me to him all over again when we met once more on Coruscant.
I came to Mustafar for him. But, instead, I have found a stranger.
"I'm becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of," the stranger wearing my husband's face says. "And I'm doing it for you."
For you.
The words seem to echo, drowning out the roar of the lava around us.
He did this for me.
He betrayed everything he believed in…for me.
He slaughtered children…for me.
He sacrificed his soul…for me.
Suddenly, I feel sick. My stomach roils violently and I swallow hard, trying to force away the nausea. Tears flood my eyes and my vision blurs, reducing the world to streaks of orange, gold, and red. So much red.
"Don't you see?" he asks, the question filled with excitement…anticipation. "We don't have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor. I…I can overthrow him."
I feel numb. This is not Anakin, I think, clinging to the mantra. This is not Anakin. He wouldn't do this. I know that. I know him.
"And together," he continues, his voice rising, madness glinting in the depths of his eyes, "you and I can rule the galaxy…make things the way we want them to be."
I stare at him for a moment, unable to speak. The glow from the fiery river behind him has painted his features red, too, but his gaze is almost black. I shake my head, the words forcing themselves past my lips. "I don't believe what I'm hearing! Obi-Wan was right. You've changed!"
He looks away for a moment, his expression taking on a hard edge, the madness turning into something else, something darker.
"I don't want to hear anymore about Obi-Wan." He almost sneers the name and I flinch. "The Jedi turned against me. Don't you turn against me!" The plea is fierce, nearly an order…as though he's daring me to challenge him.
Eyes burning, I search for some sign of the man I love, the man I married, the father of my child. He's still there, somewhere, he has to be. But, in this moment, all I can see is a stranger.
A sob escapes me. "I don't know you anymore! Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I cannot follow."
I start to reach for him, silently begging him to listen, but then his gaze shifts to the ship behind me.
"Because of Obi-Wan?" he asks. His tone is suddenly cold…callous, and somehow that frightens me more than his anger.
"Because of what you've done!" I burst out. "Because of what you plan to do!"
Can't he understand? Doesn't he know?
Anakin doesn't answer, but I see the change in his eyes, the fury pouring off of him, and I know he is slipping away. I'm losing him - if I haven't lost him already.
"Stop!" I beg. "Stop, now! Come back! I love you!"
The air vibrates with his rage.
"LIAR!" The voice is Anakin's, but twisted, warped in a way I never imagined it could be.
I follow his gaze, desperate to understand, and there, on the ramp of my ship, I see Ob-Wan.
"No," I say, trying to deny what I know Anakin must be thinking. I stumble back, terror filling me.
"You're with him! You brought him here to kill me!" Anakin screams.
Anakin would never hurt me. But this stranger would.
"No!" I say again, and this time, it's a denial of it all, a denial that any of this is real.
Invisible fingers tighten around my throat, and my hands fly up in a frantic attempt to pry them off.
"Let her go, Anakin," I hear Obi-Wan order.
I shake my head again, still refusing to accept what I know is true.
"Anakin," I gasp as the edges of my vision fade to gray.
But the man I love is gone, and inside me, something intangible shatters, the shards sharp and cutting. Brittle.
Anakin's words echo in my mind for a final time before the darkness overtakes me:
For you, Padmé.
I'm doing it for you.
Fin
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A/N: I'm not sure when or if I'll post another vignette in this series, but I do have other ideas in mind, and I'm never sure when inspiration will strike. :)
I hope you enjoyed it! Take care and God bless!
-Laughter
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A list of links to the other vignettes in the series can be found here.
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Author: LaughtersMelody
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: Star Wars isn't mine, though I still wish it were.
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Pairing: Anakin/Padmé
Type: Part of a series of Ep. III vignettes
Spoilers: Major Spoilers for Ep. III.
Characters: Anakin
Secondary Characters: Padmé
Summary: Padmé's thoughts on Mustafar.
A/N: It's been a very long time since I wrote a Star Wars story. I'm afraid my inspiration has mostly been kidnapped by other fandoms, but I am still a Star Wars fan, and while I was going back through some of my older fics, I was inspired to add another vignette to this series. :)
As always, I thank my Lord Jesus Christ for His goodness and mercy. :)
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For You
I came here for Anakin, the man I love, the man who first claimed my heart all those years ago on Tatooine. He was just a little boy then, who watched the world with awe and curiosity, who held onto his dreams, in spite of how impossible they seemed. His courage, his selflessness, amazed me - inspired me. And it drew me to him all over again when we met once more on Coruscant.
I came to Mustafar for him. But, instead, I have found a stranger.
"I'm becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of," the stranger wearing my husband's face says. "And I'm doing it for you."
For you.
The words seem to echo, drowning out the roar of the lava around us.
He did this for me.
He betrayed everything he believed in…for me.
He slaughtered children…for me.
He sacrificed his soul…for me.
Suddenly, I feel sick. My stomach roils violently and I swallow hard, trying to force away the nausea. Tears flood my eyes and my vision blurs, reducing the world to streaks of orange, gold, and red. So much red.
"Don't you see?" he asks, the question filled with excitement…anticipation. "We don't have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor. I…I can overthrow him."
I feel numb. This is not Anakin, I think, clinging to the mantra. This is not Anakin. He wouldn't do this. I know that. I know him.
"And together," he continues, his voice rising, madness glinting in the depths of his eyes, "you and I can rule the galaxy…make things the way we want them to be."
I stare at him for a moment, unable to speak. The glow from the fiery river behind him has painted his features red, too, but his gaze is almost black. I shake my head, the words forcing themselves past my lips. "I don't believe what I'm hearing! Obi-Wan was right. You've changed!"
He looks away for a moment, his expression taking on a hard edge, the madness turning into something else, something darker.
"I don't want to hear anymore about Obi-Wan." He almost sneers the name and I flinch. "The Jedi turned against me. Don't you turn against me!" The plea is fierce, nearly an order…as though he's daring me to challenge him.
Eyes burning, I search for some sign of the man I love, the man I married, the father of my child. He's still there, somewhere, he has to be. But, in this moment, all I can see is a stranger.
A sob escapes me. "I don't know you anymore! Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I cannot follow."
I start to reach for him, silently begging him to listen, but then his gaze shifts to the ship behind me.
"Because of Obi-Wan?" he asks. His tone is suddenly cold…callous, and somehow that frightens me more than his anger.
"Because of what you've done!" I burst out. "Because of what you plan to do!"
Can't he understand? Doesn't he know?
Anakin doesn't answer, but I see the change in his eyes, the fury pouring off of him, and I know he is slipping away. I'm losing him - if I haven't lost him already.
"Stop!" I beg. "Stop, now! Come back! I love you!"
The air vibrates with his rage.
"LIAR!" The voice is Anakin's, but twisted, warped in a way I never imagined it could be.
I follow his gaze, desperate to understand, and there, on the ramp of my ship, I see Ob-Wan.
"No," I say, trying to deny what I know Anakin must be thinking. I stumble back, terror filling me.
"You're with him! You brought him here to kill me!" Anakin screams.
Anakin would never hurt me. But this stranger would.
"No!" I say again, and this time, it's a denial of it all, a denial that any of this is real.
Invisible fingers tighten around my throat, and my hands fly up in a frantic attempt to pry them off.
"Let her go, Anakin," I hear Obi-Wan order.
I shake my head again, still refusing to accept what I know is true.
"Anakin," I gasp as the edges of my vision fade to gray.
But the man I love is gone, and inside me, something intangible shatters, the shards sharp and cutting. Brittle.
Anakin's words echo in my mind for a final time before the darkness overtakes me:
For you, Padmé.
I'm doing it for you.
Fin
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A/N: I'm not sure when or if I'll post another vignette in this series, but I do have other ideas in mind, and I'm never sure when inspiration will strike. :)
I hope you enjoyed it! Take care and God bless!
-Laughter
~*~*~*~*~
A list of links to the other vignettes in the series can be found here.
~*~*~*~*~