Fic: A Search For Wings: Fallen Angel, 16/17, Obidala, R
Title: A Search For Wings: Fallen Angel
Author: queen-meep
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Padme
Rating: M, contains sexual situations
Status: Complete
Original Beginning Date: 07/14/2005
Original Completion Date: 10/16/2005
Sequel: Depths of the Soul
Summary: AU ObiAmiVader Takes place after the duel at Mustafar, another what if exploring what would happen if instead of dying, Padme went into exile with Obi-Wan and they faked her death. (Taken directly from ff.net)
Originally posted here.
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Chapter 16 - Surrender
Padmé stood in horror watching the two men, unsure of what had just passed. She then watched as they both drew their saber blades, the red and blue blades whirring as they hit the air. They moved so quickly she could barely follow what was happening. Obi-Wan advanced towards Darth Vader, creating distance between himself and Padmé. He gestured to the door, “Out. There is no sense in involving her, she has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me.”
Darth Vader allowed him to pass, waiting until he had cleared the door to bring his lightsaber blade against the Jedi. He was still unsure precisely whether the woman in the room had been Padmé or not, but he was not about to take his chances. Not this time. They kept their distance from the Clone troopers, who had been maintaining order outside their door. Everyone had wanted to see what the Dark Lord of the Sith was up to.
Their blades met several successive times and Obi-Wan realized with hope that while Vader had not lost his previous strength, he had also not magnified it and was instead partially hampered by the use of the suit. He could only imagine the capabilities Anakin would have had if he had continued training and did not have mechanical parts replacing flesh and blood.
Their battle did not keep Darth Vader from continuing his line of questioning. “So you did take Padmé away from me.” He accused, swinging down his red blade.
Obi-Wan parried, keeping up with the Dark Lord. “She makes her own decisions. You drove her away, yourself.” He reminded him. It reminded him very distinctly of their first confrontation, except he could not see the sweat pouring down his young Apprentice’s face, could not see the look of hatred and determination in his dark eyes.
“She loves me! She would never leave me!” he was beginning to sound delusional to Obi-Wan, who knew the truth of the entire matter. Obi-Wan held his tongue. “Except for you.” Darth Vader punctuated each sentence with successive hits to his former Master. “You were always so perfect, were always the best at everything.” Obi-Wan knew if he could see his face, he would see a sneer. “She would run willingly to you, you could convince anyone to do anything…”
Obi-Wan shook his head warily, dodging everything that his former Apprentice could throw at him. He knew there was no going back, the glimmers of hope that he had seen in Darth Vader, everything that used to be Anakin, were long gone.
The Sith Lord continued, raging on, voicing his torments out loud, fueling his attack into a frenzied rage. “I suppose now you know what it’s like feeling her writhe in your arms, her naked skin pressing against yours.”
Obi-Wan kept his concentration on the attack, tried his best to ignore the Sith Lord’s words and to not let them bother him. He ignored the further taunts, the vulgar insults. “And does she cry out your name, or mine?”
This sparked a little anger in Obi-Wan, something he had a hard time controlling. It was a new feeling, almost addicting. It did add power, something he had been skeptical of. Darth Vader sensed this and laughed, appreciating the irony in his former Master finally giving into the feelings that had plagued him for so long. “Does the hate make you feel stronger?”
Obi-Wan realized with horror that he was correct, and tried suppressing the feelings, pushing down the passion and the anger, filling himself with only the Force. He tried his best to block out the Sith Lord’s taunts.
But Darth Vader had already seen that he was capable of getting to his Master and kept along these lines, releasing all of the thoughts that had flooded his brain, all the pain and betrayal at the thoughts that went with them. “She probably says my name. I had been with her for several years, now.”
Obi-Wan could not suppress the burst of anger at this, at both the jealousy at thinking of Padmé crying out Anakin’s name in passion, and the slap in the face that he had not known about their relationship for not just months, but years. He had had so many opportunities to prevent this! His anger rose perceptively. “She doesn’t want you.”
The Sith Lord both saw this as an opportunity and a low blow. He saw further opportunities to fuel Obi-Wan’s anger, remove his composure, and then either strike for the kill, or further turn him to the Dark Side. On the other hand, he knew Obi-Wan was so used to following his Oaths as a Jedi that he likely would not even lie when faced with an insult. So they are lovers? He quickly leapt to the conclusion, and allowed it to fuel his own anger, felt the heat flowing even through mechanical limbs. “You won’t be any good to her when you’re dead.” He commented passively. He increased the intensity of his attack. “Although I imagine you’re no good to her now. Likely she wishes I still had my physical body.”
The Jedi Master could feel the heat of anger flowing through his veins now, and his frightened mind moved to squelch it where it began. He tried filling himself with the Force once more, grasping desperately onto it mentally, and realized the anger was quickly filling the void in its place. Darth Vader continued his onslaught with words, finding it much more effective a strategy. “But then again, she’s no good to me either. I don’t want her with your child growing inside her.” He had made the leap after deciding that Obi-Wan and Padmé were indeed together.
He knew without a doubt that it had been Padmé in the room. It was profound enough that Obi-Wan was capable of breaking his own Oaths and forming attachments with the Senator in the first place, but he would not allow an indiscretion with one of her handmaidens as well. He would also have no need for it, with Padmé’s love and passion, assuming she acted the same way with Obi-Wan as she had with Anakin.
Vader found himself surprisingly neutral in finding acceptance of these facts, the betrayal had dampened within him. He knew he should be feeling incredible hatred towards the Jedi Master and his wife, the object of his obsession, but found instead that he preferred to think of her dead. He preferred that the woman in the room be Sabé, and that Obi-Wan was simply getting angry with him because of the negative things he had said about Obi-Wan’s dead friend. Or perhaps he was simply angry because he was hiding Padmé, as her death had already been confirmed as a misnomer.
It strangely enough confirmed why he did not recognize Padmé’s Force signature. If she had another child growing within her, she would be unreachable to him. She had already moved onto another phase of her life. He realized that she did not see him as still being alive, saw the man she had known as her husband as dead. It almost saddened him to think that she would move on so quickly after his death, but remembered that he had replaced Anakin with a horrific monster, something she would quickly recoil from.
He sighed inwardly, finishing putting the pieces together in his head. He would simply do away with Obi-Wan, or if he escaped, let him lead Vader to other Jedi or tempt him further with the Dark Side. It would likely not be hard, with the threat of the premonition of Padmé’s death still hanging over Obi-Wan’s head.
That satisfied him, he could let her go and think of her as dead, for she still served the purpose of leading him to their child, and then bearing another Jedi. Although he had gotten rid of their kind, he could still use the talents his child and Obi-Wan’s would surely be capable of. And then when all was said and done, Padmé would likely end up dead anyway. He wouldn’t be lying to himself.
He watched as Obi-Wan got more fiercely determined and his fluid movements become choppier, yet more powerful. He saw his former Master struggling with understanding how to use this new power, how to anticipate the flow of it and manipulate it to his own will. He could see in Obi-Wan’s eyes how he was reacting to the comment about Padmé’s child.
Passively, Darth Vader wondered what thoughts had gone through Obi-Wan’s head upon hearing her news, whether he was frightened or joyous at the occasion, whether he had welcomed the idea or realized that he had messed up. He imagined there was fear there, fear of the unknown and fear that he had further, more permanent ties binding him forever to Padmé. There was no chance of not forming an attachment, now, something that his Master had preached about constantly. And he imagined the paranoia he knew the Jedi Master felt about Padmé finally meeting her Fate that Anakin had described in his premonition.
He did not wait for Obi-Wan to respond to the comment, and simply threw the comment at him, “She’ll die bearing your daughter, at any rate.” He thrust the lightsaber at Obi-Wan more forcefully, aiming straight at the Jedi Master’s throat.
Obi-Wan saw it coming and jumped to the ledge of the hallway outside, avoiding the blow. He saw another blow coming and leapt to the foliage below him, dropping out of sight.
Darth Vader did not pursue him, and instead headed back towards Padmé. Obi-Wan had been alive in the premonition. Fate would obviously not be deterred, so he would let Obi-Wan be. For now.
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Author: queen-meep
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Padme
Rating: M, contains sexual situations
Status: Complete
Original Beginning Date: 07/14/2005
Original Completion Date: 10/16/2005
Sequel: Depths of the Soul
Summary: AU ObiAmiVader Takes place after the duel at Mustafar, another what if exploring what would happen if instead of dying, Padme went into exile with Obi-Wan and they faked her death. (Taken directly from ff.net)
Originally posted here.
Return to index post.
Chapter 16 - Surrender
Padmé stood in horror watching the two men, unsure of what had just passed. She then watched as they both drew their saber blades, the red and blue blades whirring as they hit the air. They moved so quickly she could barely follow what was happening. Obi-Wan advanced towards Darth Vader, creating distance between himself and Padmé. He gestured to the door, “Out. There is no sense in involving her, she has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me.”
Darth Vader allowed him to pass, waiting until he had cleared the door to bring his lightsaber blade against the Jedi. He was still unsure precisely whether the woman in the room had been Padmé or not, but he was not about to take his chances. Not this time. They kept their distance from the Clone troopers, who had been maintaining order outside their door. Everyone had wanted to see what the Dark Lord of the Sith was up to.
Their blades met several successive times and Obi-Wan realized with hope that while Vader had not lost his previous strength, he had also not magnified it and was instead partially hampered by the use of the suit. He could only imagine the capabilities Anakin would have had if he had continued training and did not have mechanical parts replacing flesh and blood.
Their battle did not keep Darth Vader from continuing his line of questioning. “So you did take Padmé away from me.” He accused, swinging down his red blade.
Obi-Wan parried, keeping up with the Dark Lord. “She makes her own decisions. You drove her away, yourself.” He reminded him. It reminded him very distinctly of their first confrontation, except he could not see the sweat pouring down his young Apprentice’s face, could not see the look of hatred and determination in his dark eyes.
“She loves me! She would never leave me!” he was beginning to sound delusional to Obi-Wan, who knew the truth of the entire matter. Obi-Wan held his tongue. “Except for you.” Darth Vader punctuated each sentence with successive hits to his former Master. “You were always so perfect, were always the best at everything.” Obi-Wan knew if he could see his face, he would see a sneer. “She would run willingly to you, you could convince anyone to do anything…”
Obi-Wan shook his head warily, dodging everything that his former Apprentice could throw at him. He knew there was no going back, the glimmers of hope that he had seen in Darth Vader, everything that used to be Anakin, were long gone.
The Sith Lord continued, raging on, voicing his torments out loud, fueling his attack into a frenzied rage. “I suppose now you know what it’s like feeling her writhe in your arms, her naked skin pressing against yours.”
Obi-Wan kept his concentration on the attack, tried his best to ignore the Sith Lord’s words and to not let them bother him. He ignored the further taunts, the vulgar insults. “And does she cry out your name, or mine?”
This sparked a little anger in Obi-Wan, something he had a hard time controlling. It was a new feeling, almost addicting. It did add power, something he had been skeptical of. Darth Vader sensed this and laughed, appreciating the irony in his former Master finally giving into the feelings that had plagued him for so long. “Does the hate make you feel stronger?”
Obi-Wan realized with horror that he was correct, and tried suppressing the feelings, pushing down the passion and the anger, filling himself with only the Force. He tried his best to block out the Sith Lord’s taunts.
But Darth Vader had already seen that he was capable of getting to his Master and kept along these lines, releasing all of the thoughts that had flooded his brain, all the pain and betrayal at the thoughts that went with them. “She probably says my name. I had been with her for several years, now.”
Obi-Wan could not suppress the burst of anger at this, at both the jealousy at thinking of Padmé crying out Anakin’s name in passion, and the slap in the face that he had not known about their relationship for not just months, but years. He had had so many opportunities to prevent this! His anger rose perceptively. “She doesn’t want you.”
The Sith Lord both saw this as an opportunity and a low blow. He saw further opportunities to fuel Obi-Wan’s anger, remove his composure, and then either strike for the kill, or further turn him to the Dark Side. On the other hand, he knew Obi-Wan was so used to following his Oaths as a Jedi that he likely would not even lie when faced with an insult. So they are lovers? He quickly leapt to the conclusion, and allowed it to fuel his own anger, felt the heat flowing even through mechanical limbs. “You won’t be any good to her when you’re dead.” He commented passively. He increased the intensity of his attack. “Although I imagine you’re no good to her now. Likely she wishes I still had my physical body.”
The Jedi Master could feel the heat of anger flowing through his veins now, and his frightened mind moved to squelch it where it began. He tried filling himself with the Force once more, grasping desperately onto it mentally, and realized the anger was quickly filling the void in its place. Darth Vader continued his onslaught with words, finding it much more effective a strategy. “But then again, she’s no good to me either. I don’t want her with your child growing inside her.” He had made the leap after deciding that Obi-Wan and Padmé were indeed together.
He knew without a doubt that it had been Padmé in the room. It was profound enough that Obi-Wan was capable of breaking his own Oaths and forming attachments with the Senator in the first place, but he would not allow an indiscretion with one of her handmaidens as well. He would also have no need for it, with Padmé’s love and passion, assuming she acted the same way with Obi-Wan as she had with Anakin.
Vader found himself surprisingly neutral in finding acceptance of these facts, the betrayal had dampened within him. He knew he should be feeling incredible hatred towards the Jedi Master and his wife, the object of his obsession, but found instead that he preferred to think of her dead. He preferred that the woman in the room be Sabé, and that Obi-Wan was simply getting angry with him because of the negative things he had said about Obi-Wan’s dead friend. Or perhaps he was simply angry because he was hiding Padmé, as her death had already been confirmed as a misnomer.
It strangely enough confirmed why he did not recognize Padmé’s Force signature. If she had another child growing within her, she would be unreachable to him. She had already moved onto another phase of her life. He realized that she did not see him as still being alive, saw the man she had known as her husband as dead. It almost saddened him to think that she would move on so quickly after his death, but remembered that he had replaced Anakin with a horrific monster, something she would quickly recoil from.
He sighed inwardly, finishing putting the pieces together in his head. He would simply do away with Obi-Wan, or if he escaped, let him lead Vader to other Jedi or tempt him further with the Dark Side. It would likely not be hard, with the threat of the premonition of Padmé’s death still hanging over Obi-Wan’s head.
That satisfied him, he could let her go and think of her as dead, for she still served the purpose of leading him to their child, and then bearing another Jedi. Although he had gotten rid of their kind, he could still use the talents his child and Obi-Wan’s would surely be capable of. And then when all was said and done, Padmé would likely end up dead anyway. He wouldn’t be lying to himself.
He watched as Obi-Wan got more fiercely determined and his fluid movements become choppier, yet more powerful. He saw his former Master struggling with understanding how to use this new power, how to anticipate the flow of it and manipulate it to his own will. He could see in Obi-Wan’s eyes how he was reacting to the comment about Padmé’s child.
Passively, Darth Vader wondered what thoughts had gone through Obi-Wan’s head upon hearing her news, whether he was frightened or joyous at the occasion, whether he had welcomed the idea or realized that he had messed up. He imagined there was fear there, fear of the unknown and fear that he had further, more permanent ties binding him forever to Padmé. There was no chance of not forming an attachment, now, something that his Master had preached about constantly. And he imagined the paranoia he knew the Jedi Master felt about Padmé finally meeting her Fate that Anakin had described in his premonition.
He did not wait for Obi-Wan to respond to the comment, and simply threw the comment at him, “She’ll die bearing your daughter, at any rate.” He thrust the lightsaber at Obi-Wan more forcefully, aiming straight at the Jedi Master’s throat.
Obi-Wan saw it coming and jumped to the ledge of the hallway outside, avoiding the blow. He saw another blow coming and leapt to the foliage below him, dropping out of sight.
Darth Vader did not pursue him, and instead headed back towards Padmé. Obi-Wan had been alive in the premonition. Fate would obviously not be deterred, so he would let Obi-Wan be. For now.
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