Fic: Depths of the Soul, 8/17, 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 8 - Battle of the Heart
She had just settled down in a comfortable chair, her feet propped up, with another mixture of Sabé’s nausea “potion”, when thoughts decided to come back to her. She had been wondering about Obi-Wan’s safety for the past several weeks, and scouring the HoloNet News for another confrontation from former Master and Apprentice. When none surfaced, she was starting to get more worried. No news was not good news- or bad news. She wanted to know either way.
And her thoughts again trailed to her strange dream with Vader, under the guise of Anakin. He had seemed repentant- which led her to think perhaps Obi-Wan would be fine. It also sent her in directions she did not want to go. Her memories flooded back at her randomly, remembering the young Jedi’s sweet smile as he stroked her hair out of her face, the intense look in his eyes whenever he told her he loved her. She barely noticed the tears that streaked her cheeks upon remembering their short lived time together.
Padmé also didn’t notice as someone came behind her, and scooped her into his arms. She grabbed Obi-Wan’s neck, knowing instantly it was he, and pressed her face into his neck as he swung her around, holding her tightly. He claimed her mouth, danced little kisses across her face. “I missed you, my darling.” He murmured. He stopped to look at her, dried her face. “What’s wrong, my love?”
She relished his use of endearments and simply kissed him as an answer. “I missed you,” she nearly whispered it, “I was so worried about you. Where did you go?”
He dodged answering the question directly, knowing that she could not know about Tatooine. “I was looking for answers, Padmé. I have found a way to bring Vader back from the Dark Side.” He did not mention his ulterior motive- to save her from dying in child birth. It had been what had driven her away from Anakin and she would not let him know that it obsessed him as well.
She looked up at him, incredulous. “He is receptive to what you have to say?”
Obi-Wan nodded. “We are going to work together from now on. We have a common goal. I am going to find the remaining two Jedi- two healers- and we will go from there.”
She frowned slightly, “Healers?” her hand ran to her belly as she wondered whether they were for her sake, then remembered. “He wants his body back.”
He nodded again. “Yes, he wants to become Anakin once more.” He could not help but following her face with this news. Her eyes dropped, filled with tears once more. He dug through a pouch at his side, and retrieved a tiny bundle. He dropped it in her hand. “He told me to give you this.” His voice was emotionless, his heart aching as he knew it would be something that would remind Padmé of the better, happier days with Anakin.
She unwrapped the soft cloth carefully, to reveal the carved japor snippet within. Her heart caught in her throat, and she stared at it, “I thought I had lost this forever.”
Obi-Wan’s own heart stopped as he watched the tears, and he stooped down to kiss the tears away. He hoped this did not mean that she was leaning towards Anakin again. But there was no way to tell, and he did not want to hear it out of her mouth just yet. “Padmé, the healers are for you, too.” He said softly, resting his hand on her now bulging abdomen. His heart ached as he realized he had missed another milestone- he had not been there to see the baby grow for a few months, now.
He was reaffirmed, however, when he felt the Force surging through her again, felt the infant growing within. His fear was replaced with awe, at least for now. She looked up at him, seeing the reverence in his eyes. “There are healers here, Obi-Wan. I am being well taken care of, this time.” She put her own hand over his own. “Our baby is growing well. They showed me a picture of her growing within me.” She grinned at him, stroking his knuckles.
His eyes lit up, “She? We’re having a girl?” He could not help the silly grin that was on his face.
She nodded, and laughed as he swept her off her feet in a hug, celebrating. She almost expected him to whoop and holler as well, but he still stayed subdued in that respect. “Yes, she’s very healthy, Obi-Wan. And only one of her.”
He laughed, his hands settling around her middle once more. “That is fine with me- you’re enough trouble as it is, and one more of you is going to be difficult as it is.” He sobered, “But my darling, I’m afraid that I won’t be here for much longer. I need to go get those healers.”
She nodded numbly, and threw her arms around him, “But I know that you’re alive and safe, now.”
The cantina bustled about its activity long after Obi-Wan had left Vader’s table. He stayed put, however, thinking over what the Jedi Master had said. He could not help the grin when thinking of the name he had to a faceless son- Luke.
He could imagine Padmé rocking Luke on her shoulder at night, cooing the faceless infant, murmuring lullabies to him. He had already determined long before that the infant would have his blond hair. And he chuckled to himself, in a moment in spite of himself, that the boy would likely have his same attitude and disposition. He was sure that Luke was giving Padmé and Obi-Wan a hard time.
But that last made him grimace. Obi-Wan had held his son more times than he had- his intelligence from Bail’s notes had indicated that Bail, Yoda, and Obi-Wan were present at Padmé’s supposed death, the time he surmised his son must have been born. Again, his blood boiled at the thought that the sleepless nights that Obi-Wan had spent with Padmé trying to coax the infant Luke to sleep could possibly been those nights spent in passion conceiving Padmé’s next child.
But that didn’t work, he guessed, if they had been on Endor without Luke. He was not sure where Luke had been hiding, but he knew Padmé’s maternal instincts had to be keeping Luke near by. He knew all he had to do was find Padmé, and his son would be within reach. But he would let her be, for now.
The healers were reputed to have trained with the cloners of Kamino in advanced medical technology. They were capable of regrowing bone and tissue from stem cells, he had learned, which had been the basis of the cloning technology. He had learned this after killing off the other Jedi, and fortunately had learned it in time to spare them from the same Fate.
He was positive that they would help him out, help him regain his body, if Obi-Wan could convince them. And if he had his body, then Padmé would not look at him as she looked at the monster, Darth Vader. He had seen her tremble, no matter how hard she had tried to hide her fear from him. To Padmé, fear was a weakness. But to him- fear was the end of any hope he had of rekindling his fledgling relationship with Padmé.
Not only did he have to get her to forgive him for his past transgressions, but he also had to become approachable to her in the first place. This task made killing off the Emperor seem like child’s play. And he had thought many times in private of that task. He had no purpose for the Emperor with his son and wife still alive.
But it would have to be one step at a time- he would have to become approachable to Padmé. He had hope that bringing vulnerable Anakin out again would be worth it.
It was only later, on the damp heat of Metalorn, that Obi-Wan wished he had stayed the entire night curled up to Padmé. The heat sapped him straight through, and he wished he could be transported back to temperate Naboo. He had a feeling that it would be a long time before he could leave the jungle planet- he had found only a few signs that the Jedi had even once been there in the first place. There were no humanoids to question, only remains of one simple hut in the wilderness.
But what he found in that hut puzzled him. He knew the two Jedi had taken refuge there after the Clone Wars, not during or before them. Strewn throughout the area surrounding the hut were pieces of Droid armor. And the Droid armor was fashioned slightly different, as if they were an upgrade from the previous armor.
It gave him a very, very bad feeling. He knew the Droid armor very distinctly after disassembling several hundred, perhaps thousands, of units of it himself, during the Clone Wars. What would new Droid armor be doing here on Metalorn, an uninhabited planet not connected to either side, after the Clone Wars were over and the Droids disassembled?
A bad feeling about this, indeed.
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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 8 - Battle of the Heart
She had just settled down in a comfortable chair, her feet propped up, with another mixture of Sabé’s nausea “potion”, when thoughts decided to come back to her. She had been wondering about Obi-Wan’s safety for the past several weeks, and scouring the HoloNet News for another confrontation from former Master and Apprentice. When none surfaced, she was starting to get more worried. No news was not good news- or bad news. She wanted to know either way.
And her thoughts again trailed to her strange dream with Vader, under the guise of Anakin. He had seemed repentant- which led her to think perhaps Obi-Wan would be fine. It also sent her in directions she did not want to go. Her memories flooded back at her randomly, remembering the young Jedi’s sweet smile as he stroked her hair out of her face, the intense look in his eyes whenever he told her he loved her. She barely noticed the tears that streaked her cheeks upon remembering their short lived time together.
Padmé also didn’t notice as someone came behind her, and scooped her into his arms. She grabbed Obi-Wan’s neck, knowing instantly it was he, and pressed her face into his neck as he swung her around, holding her tightly. He claimed her mouth, danced little kisses across her face. “I missed you, my darling.” He murmured. He stopped to look at her, dried her face. “What’s wrong, my love?”
She relished his use of endearments and simply kissed him as an answer. “I missed you,” she nearly whispered it, “I was so worried about you. Where did you go?”
He dodged answering the question directly, knowing that she could not know about Tatooine. “I was looking for answers, Padmé. I have found a way to bring Vader back from the Dark Side.” He did not mention his ulterior motive- to save her from dying in child birth. It had been what had driven her away from Anakin and she would not let him know that it obsessed him as well.
She looked up at him, incredulous. “He is receptive to what you have to say?”
Obi-Wan nodded. “We are going to work together from now on. We have a common goal. I am going to find the remaining two Jedi- two healers- and we will go from there.”
She frowned slightly, “Healers?” her hand ran to her belly as she wondered whether they were for her sake, then remembered. “He wants his body back.”
He nodded again. “Yes, he wants to become Anakin once more.” He could not help but following her face with this news. Her eyes dropped, filled with tears once more. He dug through a pouch at his side, and retrieved a tiny bundle. He dropped it in her hand. “He told me to give you this.” His voice was emotionless, his heart aching as he knew it would be something that would remind Padmé of the better, happier days with Anakin.
She unwrapped the soft cloth carefully, to reveal the carved japor snippet within. Her heart caught in her throat, and she stared at it, “I thought I had lost this forever.”
Obi-Wan’s own heart stopped as he watched the tears, and he stooped down to kiss the tears away. He hoped this did not mean that she was leaning towards Anakin again. But there was no way to tell, and he did not want to hear it out of her mouth just yet. “Padmé, the healers are for you, too.” He said softly, resting his hand on her now bulging abdomen. His heart ached as he realized he had missed another milestone- he had not been there to see the baby grow for a few months, now.
He was reaffirmed, however, when he felt the Force surging through her again, felt the infant growing within. His fear was replaced with awe, at least for now. She looked up at him, seeing the reverence in his eyes. “There are healers here, Obi-Wan. I am being well taken care of, this time.” She put her own hand over his own. “Our baby is growing well. They showed me a picture of her growing within me.” She grinned at him, stroking his knuckles.
His eyes lit up, “She? We’re having a girl?” He could not help the silly grin that was on his face.
She nodded, and laughed as he swept her off her feet in a hug, celebrating. She almost expected him to whoop and holler as well, but he still stayed subdued in that respect. “Yes, she’s very healthy, Obi-Wan. And only one of her.”
He laughed, his hands settling around her middle once more. “That is fine with me- you’re enough trouble as it is, and one more of you is going to be difficult as it is.” He sobered, “But my darling, I’m afraid that I won’t be here for much longer. I need to go get those healers.”
She nodded numbly, and threw her arms around him, “But I know that you’re alive and safe, now.”
The cantina bustled about its activity long after Obi-Wan had left Vader’s table. He stayed put, however, thinking over what the Jedi Master had said. He could not help the grin when thinking of the name he had to a faceless son- Luke.
He could imagine Padmé rocking Luke on her shoulder at night, cooing the faceless infant, murmuring lullabies to him. He had already determined long before that the infant would have his blond hair. And he chuckled to himself, in a moment in spite of himself, that the boy would likely have his same attitude and disposition. He was sure that Luke was giving Padmé and Obi-Wan a hard time.
But that last made him grimace. Obi-Wan had held his son more times than he had- his intelligence from Bail’s notes had indicated that Bail, Yoda, and Obi-Wan were present at Padmé’s supposed death, the time he surmised his son must have been born. Again, his blood boiled at the thought that the sleepless nights that Obi-Wan had spent with Padmé trying to coax the infant Luke to sleep could possibly been those nights spent in passion conceiving Padmé’s next child.
But that didn’t work, he guessed, if they had been on Endor without Luke. He was not sure where Luke had been hiding, but he knew Padmé’s maternal instincts had to be keeping Luke near by. He knew all he had to do was find Padmé, and his son would be within reach. But he would let her be, for now.
The healers were reputed to have trained with the cloners of Kamino in advanced medical technology. They were capable of regrowing bone and tissue from stem cells, he had learned, which had been the basis of the cloning technology. He had learned this after killing off the other Jedi, and fortunately had learned it in time to spare them from the same Fate.
He was positive that they would help him out, help him regain his body, if Obi-Wan could convince them. And if he had his body, then Padmé would not look at him as she looked at the monster, Darth Vader. He had seen her tremble, no matter how hard she had tried to hide her fear from him. To Padmé, fear was a weakness. But to him- fear was the end of any hope he had of rekindling his fledgling relationship with Padmé.
Not only did he have to get her to forgive him for his past transgressions, but he also had to become approachable to her in the first place. This task made killing off the Emperor seem like child’s play. And he had thought many times in private of that task. He had no purpose for the Emperor with his son and wife still alive.
But it would have to be one step at a time- he would have to become approachable to Padmé. He had hope that bringing vulnerable Anakin out again would be worth it.
It was only later, on the damp heat of Metalorn, that Obi-Wan wished he had stayed the entire night curled up to Padmé. The heat sapped him straight through, and he wished he could be transported back to temperate Naboo. He had a feeling that it would be a long time before he could leave the jungle planet- he had found only a few signs that the Jedi had even once been there in the first place. There were no humanoids to question, only remains of one simple hut in the wilderness.
But what he found in that hut puzzled him. He knew the two Jedi had taken refuge there after the Clone Wars, not during or before them. Strewn throughout the area surrounding the hut were pieces of Droid armor. And the Droid armor was fashioned slightly different, as if they were an upgrade from the previous armor.
It gave him a very, very bad feeling. He knew the Droid armor very distinctly after disassembling several hundred, perhaps thousands, of units of it himself, during the Clone Wars. What would new Droid armor be doing here on Metalorn, an uninhabited planet not connected to either side, after the Clone Wars were over and the Droids disassembled?
A bad feeling about this, indeed.
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