Fic: Depths of the Soul, 1/17, Obidala, M
Title: Depths of the Soul
Author: queen_meep
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Padme
Rating: M, contains sexual situations
Status: Complete
Original Beginning Date: 10-03-05
Original Completion Date: 04-16-06
Prequel: A Search For Wings: Fallen Angel
Summary: Continuation of A Search for Wings: Fallen Angel. AnakinObidala. Post ROTS, AU, ObiWan struggles with inner turmoil at the new developments of Endor, and Darth Vader waits to claim his ultimate revenge. (As originally posted from ff.net)
Originally posted here.
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Chapter 1 - Homecoming
They had arrived on Naboo after switching vehicles several times on several different places. Obi-Wan had reluctantly shaved his beard and cut his hair back rather short in order to change his appearance enough to keep suspicion from being immediately aroused. They both knew that while they were hiding in plain view on Naboo, it was not going to be an easy task, and they would not be spending very much time outside of the Palace complex where Sabé was now spending her days. Sabé herself had gone into hiding shortly after the funeral, as she could easily be mistaken for Padmé. She also outwardly was grieving for Padmé, so she was expected to go into mourning and stay away from public eye, all of the handmaidens had, even though they did not still serve her as directly, in her role as Senator.
Padmé drank in the sights of the capital city at Theed, familiarity calming her nerves. They had arrived in the middle of summer, but yet the heat was not oppressive. She took in the mountains in the background, longing for the retreat she had spent so much time in, the summer she had fallen for Anakin.
She walked over the bridge towards the Palace and was instantly taken back to their time spent together.
She remembered how young and reckless he had been in those days. He had been so doting, so charming. He smiled at her and her heart wanted to melt and pool down into her gooey core. His eyes caught her attention, led her to remember all the feelings he had shared with her, and all of their expressions of them.
It had been such an innocent time, free of expectations, free of the anger and frustration that generally had plagued him. His only worry was how to convince her to love him in return, to let him love her back.
Images fluttered through her mind, of Anakin and the different picnics, their walks, sharing time out on the boat. She even remembered the cocky grin he had shown when he met her family at dinner, trying to convince them that he was Padmé’s boyfriend, something she had protested adamantly against.
And she remembered their wedding, out on the veranda that had plagued her dreams for so long. All of the subsequent hidden meetings flooded her mind, meshing into one last image of Anakin’s glowing eyes, anger and loathing burning a tawny red. She saw what he had become for one last time, and the image morphed into his new black mask, replacing her Anakin. She heard Obi-Wan’s quiet words from their dance shared long ago, a warning, “Be careful with him.” She now knew exactly why.
She was brought out of her reverie as they reached Sabé’s complex in the Palace. She had not gone to meet them at their landing pad as she did not want to risk people seeing two people that looked like their beloved Senator Amidala. They pushed the button for the intercom and waited. “Yes?” Sabé’s voice asked, almost out of ceremony more than anything else, as she could see them on her end of the security monitor.
Obi-Wan cleared his voice and answered, letting the edges of a grin show, “We request the assistance of a highly skilled handmaiden.”
They could hear her joyous laughter as she let them in, locking the door back behind them. She embraced them both, even the Jedi Master. “Who needs formalities when there is no Queen of Naboo?” she asked, her face sobering.
“No Queen?” Padmé asked her own brow furrowing. “What happened to Jamilla?”
Sabé sighed, “Darth Vader happened. He came supposedly in pursuit of a Jedi here, killed the Jedi, and took Queen Jamilla off, stating treason.”
Obi-Wan shook his head, “Which Jedi was stationed here at the time?”
“Jori Carver.” She imparted.
He bowed his head in respect to the dead, then sighed, “He was not a Master, but we need everyone we can find.” He sighed, “If there is anyone left, that is.”
Sabé turned to Padmé, and took her hands, smiling, “But you’re here now! I know Vader is the reason, but I have missed you, milady.”
Padmé grinned at her friend, “As you said, there are no formalities anymore. I am no longer a Senator of Naboo. I am now simply Tiané Kenobi.” She looked at Obi-Wan for approval, and saw the slight possessive smile tug at his lips.
The handmaiden grinned, “And is this a romantic attachment?”
Obi-Wan could not help but feel the tingle of embarrassment in his ears, but yet still surprisingly felt the pride at it, “Yes, but not a public one.”
Sabé laughed at that, “Of course not. You forget, I snuck Anakin in at night, made excuses, and even sat in a meeting once for Padmé.” She shared a grin with Padmé, who was appalled at remembering that instance.
“I was pregnant!” she interjected. Obi-Wan felt the anger again at how long he had been deceived in the matter, but pushed the deceit and anger to his core, trying to fill himself with the Force. The anger had been coming more and more often, sometimes without being provoked.
He was mortified as she announced to Sabé, “And I am, again. Obi-Wan and I are expecting. This is why we need your help specifically.” While he was proud of their child and did not want to hide it, did she need to know so soon?
Sabé pulled her friend in for an embrace once more, giving them her heart-felt congratulations. “I was wondering when this was going to happen. I saw your glances at her, Master Obi-Wan.” His entire face turned a bright shade of red despite himself. “And mil…Padmé, you had often talked of him, even after Anakin changed things.”
This was a wonder to his ears. She had talked about him? She had thought about him, after all those years, remembered the time they had shared together? His heart swelled, he had thought about her many times as a young Jedi Knight, before having to put those thoughts aside forever, to resume his responsibilities and to train his young Apprentice.
She had not blushed, but sighed wistfully, “It was not supposed to happen in the first place. But I have a knack for doing things which are not conventional.” She smiled at him, he felt his heart warm.
“These are not conventional times.” He stated, keeping her gaze for one more moment before turning back to Sabé.
Sabé nodded, gesturing for them to come further into the apartments. “Come in; this is your home now as much as it is mine.” She chuckled, “I suppose I wasted effort in preparing more than one bed.”
Somehow, the handmaiden was rather astute at making the Jedi Master blush.
Padmé grinned, taking the invitation to sit. “Have you heard anything of the moon at Endor?” she inquired.
Sabé frowned. “Yes, there is that.” She took a remote control from one of the side tables, bringing up a holoscreen. She pushed a few buttons and quickly brought up a recording. The screen showed two men dueling with lightsabers, the red one particularly lighting up the screen.
They heard Darth Vader’s voice again, repeating the words to Obi-Wan. Padmé heard Anakin’s voice instead, and her heart sunk at hearing the words, listening to what was left of her husband’s soul cry out wondering why Obi-Wan had taken the love of his life away from him. She listened as Vader pushed aside Anakin, and started asking the vulgar questions about their lovemaking. She put her face in her hands, not wanting to see, but not allowing herself to keep from hearing. She had to hear, had to hear it to know that Anakin was gone.
Obi-Wan found himself gripping the handles of the chair harder, upon hearing the words. He no longer felt the strength to hold the anger back, let it run wild. He heard Vader’s taunt in his head, Does the hate make you feel stronger? It indeed did. He did not feel the fear stuffing the hate back down, did not feel the Force reclaiming its place.
It swirled within him until he heard Padmé’s soft cry beside him, “I’ll die bearing our daughter?”
He was brought out of the rise of emotions, quickly reached out to draw the Force back in to soothe himself, to be able to find the inner strength to calm Padmé. He drew her to him, holding her to him. “That’s what he said.” He replied coolly, rationally.
Padmé stared in horror at the recording, which had ended and was replaying. “He is still affixed on that premonition. It didn’t come true, it won’t come true now.” She asserted.
He frowned, he was not so sure of that, any longer. They were stuck waiting to see.
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Author: queen_meep
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Padme
Rating: M, contains sexual situations
Status: Complete
Original Beginning Date: 10-03-05
Original Completion Date: 04-16-06
Prequel: A Search For Wings: Fallen Angel
Summary: Continuation of A Search for Wings: Fallen Angel. AnakinObidala. Post ROTS, AU, ObiWan struggles with inner turmoil at the new developments of Endor, and Darth Vader waits to claim his ultimate revenge. (As originally posted from ff.net)
Originally posted here.
Back to the index post.
Chapter 1 - Homecoming
They had arrived on Naboo after switching vehicles several times on several different places. Obi-Wan had reluctantly shaved his beard and cut his hair back rather short in order to change his appearance enough to keep suspicion from being immediately aroused. They both knew that while they were hiding in plain view on Naboo, it was not going to be an easy task, and they would not be spending very much time outside of the Palace complex where Sabé was now spending her days. Sabé herself had gone into hiding shortly after the funeral, as she could easily be mistaken for Padmé. She also outwardly was grieving for Padmé, so she was expected to go into mourning and stay away from public eye, all of the handmaidens had, even though they did not still serve her as directly, in her role as Senator.
Padmé drank in the sights of the capital city at Theed, familiarity calming her nerves. They had arrived in the middle of summer, but yet the heat was not oppressive. She took in the mountains in the background, longing for the retreat she had spent so much time in, the summer she had fallen for Anakin.
She walked over the bridge towards the Palace and was instantly taken back to their time spent together.
She remembered how young and reckless he had been in those days. He had been so doting, so charming. He smiled at her and her heart wanted to melt and pool down into her gooey core. His eyes caught her attention, led her to remember all the feelings he had shared with her, and all of their expressions of them.
It had been such an innocent time, free of expectations, free of the anger and frustration that generally had plagued him. His only worry was how to convince her to love him in return, to let him love her back.
Images fluttered through her mind, of Anakin and the different picnics, their walks, sharing time out on the boat. She even remembered the cocky grin he had shown when he met her family at dinner, trying to convince them that he was Padmé’s boyfriend, something she had protested adamantly against.
And she remembered their wedding, out on the veranda that had plagued her dreams for so long. All of the subsequent hidden meetings flooded her mind, meshing into one last image of Anakin’s glowing eyes, anger and loathing burning a tawny red. She saw what he had become for one last time, and the image morphed into his new black mask, replacing her Anakin. She heard Obi-Wan’s quiet words from their dance shared long ago, a warning, “Be careful with him.” She now knew exactly why.
She was brought out of her reverie as they reached Sabé’s complex in the Palace. She had not gone to meet them at their landing pad as she did not want to risk people seeing two people that looked like their beloved Senator Amidala. They pushed the button for the intercom and waited. “Yes?” Sabé’s voice asked, almost out of ceremony more than anything else, as she could see them on her end of the security monitor.
Obi-Wan cleared his voice and answered, letting the edges of a grin show, “We request the assistance of a highly skilled handmaiden.”
They could hear her joyous laughter as she let them in, locking the door back behind them. She embraced them both, even the Jedi Master. “Who needs formalities when there is no Queen of Naboo?” she asked, her face sobering.
“No Queen?” Padmé asked her own brow furrowing. “What happened to Jamilla?”
Sabé sighed, “Darth Vader happened. He came supposedly in pursuit of a Jedi here, killed the Jedi, and took Queen Jamilla off, stating treason.”
Obi-Wan shook his head, “Which Jedi was stationed here at the time?”
“Jori Carver.” She imparted.
He bowed his head in respect to the dead, then sighed, “He was not a Master, but we need everyone we can find.” He sighed, “If there is anyone left, that is.”
Sabé turned to Padmé, and took her hands, smiling, “But you’re here now! I know Vader is the reason, but I have missed you, milady.”
Padmé grinned at her friend, “As you said, there are no formalities anymore. I am no longer a Senator of Naboo. I am now simply Tiané Kenobi.” She looked at Obi-Wan for approval, and saw the slight possessive smile tug at his lips.
The handmaiden grinned, “And is this a romantic attachment?”
Obi-Wan could not help but feel the tingle of embarrassment in his ears, but yet still surprisingly felt the pride at it, “Yes, but not a public one.”
Sabé laughed at that, “Of course not. You forget, I snuck Anakin in at night, made excuses, and even sat in a meeting once for Padmé.” She shared a grin with Padmé, who was appalled at remembering that instance.
“I was pregnant!” she interjected. Obi-Wan felt the anger again at how long he had been deceived in the matter, but pushed the deceit and anger to his core, trying to fill himself with the Force. The anger had been coming more and more often, sometimes without being provoked.
He was mortified as she announced to Sabé, “And I am, again. Obi-Wan and I are expecting. This is why we need your help specifically.” While he was proud of their child and did not want to hide it, did she need to know so soon?
Sabé pulled her friend in for an embrace once more, giving them her heart-felt congratulations. “I was wondering when this was going to happen. I saw your glances at her, Master Obi-Wan.” His entire face turned a bright shade of red despite himself. “And mil…Padmé, you had often talked of him, even after Anakin changed things.”
This was a wonder to his ears. She had talked about him? She had thought about him, after all those years, remembered the time they had shared together? His heart swelled, he had thought about her many times as a young Jedi Knight, before having to put those thoughts aside forever, to resume his responsibilities and to train his young Apprentice.
She had not blushed, but sighed wistfully, “It was not supposed to happen in the first place. But I have a knack for doing things which are not conventional.” She smiled at him, he felt his heart warm.
“These are not conventional times.” He stated, keeping her gaze for one more moment before turning back to Sabé.
Sabé nodded, gesturing for them to come further into the apartments. “Come in; this is your home now as much as it is mine.” She chuckled, “I suppose I wasted effort in preparing more than one bed.”
Somehow, the handmaiden was rather astute at making the Jedi Master blush.
Padmé grinned, taking the invitation to sit. “Have you heard anything of the moon at Endor?” she inquired.
Sabé frowned. “Yes, there is that.” She took a remote control from one of the side tables, bringing up a holoscreen. She pushed a few buttons and quickly brought up a recording. The screen showed two men dueling with lightsabers, the red one particularly lighting up the screen.
They heard Darth Vader’s voice again, repeating the words to Obi-Wan. Padmé heard Anakin’s voice instead, and her heart sunk at hearing the words, listening to what was left of her husband’s soul cry out wondering why Obi-Wan had taken the love of his life away from him. She listened as Vader pushed aside Anakin, and started asking the vulgar questions about their lovemaking. She put her face in her hands, not wanting to see, but not allowing herself to keep from hearing. She had to hear, had to hear it to know that Anakin was gone.
Obi-Wan found himself gripping the handles of the chair harder, upon hearing the words. He no longer felt the strength to hold the anger back, let it run wild. He heard Vader’s taunt in his head, Does the hate make you feel stronger? It indeed did. He did not feel the fear stuffing the hate back down, did not feel the Force reclaiming its place.
It swirled within him until he heard Padmé’s soft cry beside him, “I’ll die bearing our daughter?”
He was brought out of the rise of emotions, quickly reached out to draw the Force back in to soothe himself, to be able to find the inner strength to calm Padmé. He drew her to him, holding her to him. “That’s what he said.” He replied coolly, rationally.
Padmé stared in horror at the recording, which had ended and was replaying. “He is still affixed on that premonition. It didn’t come true, it won’t come true now.” She asserted.
He frowned, he was not so sure of that, any longer. They were stuck waiting to see.
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