Fic: Depths of the Soul, 13/17, 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 13 - Destiny's Path
The Jedi Keine Ghinori and Rono Heinter stood at Obi-Wan’s feet, Keine staring at him with grief in her large brown eyes and Rono tapping her foot impatiently. He turned away from the women, not ready yet to face them.
But they were ready and armed with questions. “What are you doing here?” Rono demanded.
“Look what you’ve done!” Keine shouted, whirling her arm at the chaos around her.
Rono snapped another, “Why!”
He finally faced them, rising slowly to his feet, his fingers tightening around the handle of his lightsaber. “I am here to find you two.”
Rono snorted, her nostrils flaring. For a Jedi, she harbored an unnatural amount of anger. “You have destroyed the very hope of destroying the Empire that we- all three of us,” she looked pointedly at Obi-Wan, “swore to destroy.”
Obi-Wan fingered the ridges of the handle, concentrating on the texture, not the anger bubbling within him still. “Perhaps this is not the way.” He said quietly, his eyes to the duristeel grating of the droid factory.
Keine remained silent as her partner did most of the talking. “You think this is the way? We trusted you to destroy Anakin Skywalker and you did not, when you had the chance. You left him for dead, but did not finish the deed.”
Images of Anakin’s flaming body, writhing on the pumice stones, his hair charred in chunks on his molten skull. The hatred in his eyes burned a deep red orange, the blue serenity gone perhaps forever. The metal hand grasped, Anakin’s survival instincts still intact and burning for revenge. His ears echoed with “I hate you!” from his brother and friend. He looked back up at the two Healers, pain in his eyes. “You were not there. You do not know.”
Keine laughed softly, adding to her own version of the story, “If he were such a friend, you could have at least given him the mercy of death, if you were not going to follow through with your orders.”
Such a friend- his gut gripped remembering the friend that did not inform him that he had secretly married their friend, the lovely Senator from Naboo. Betrayal and then jealousy tensed his shoulders as his mind drew pictures of his handsome Padawan leaning over Padmé, dancing kisses across her delighted face. His Padmé. “You were not there!” his eyes flashed, his grip on his lightsaber tightened.
“But then, you were never one for following orders. First with your rebellious Master Qui-Gon Jinn and then when you left the Order for that rebellion on Melida.”
He remembered the guilt upon returning to the Order, the disappointment from everyone when he finally returned. He had let them all down- just as he had let down Anakin, and his Master. Oh Qui-Gon… He shut his eyes painfully at the memory of Darth Maul impaling his Master with his red saber. “If you were wise, you would remain silent.” He nearly growled it, not able to control the rage within him.
Rono snorted once more, “And now, I imagine you’ve gone and joined Vader and his Master. You’re just the same as they are. Some Sith Killer.” She drew her lightsaber, igniting it. Keine followed. “Only a Sith would destroy the only hope of the Jedi, and you’ve destroyed all of our hopes and chances. You, Obi-Wan Kenobi, must be destroyed!”
A protest came to his lips but he had to move to deflect their blows before he could. They came at him with all their might, and he struggled to keep a defensive stance and not fight the Jedi. He had to show them!
They pressed further, and Obi-Wan was forced to take a more aggressive stance to fend them off. He parried each blow and dealt one of his own. Rono suddenly laughed, as if an idea had just come to her mind. “Obi-Wan, is it Padmé? Is she the one that keeps bringing good Jedi to the Dark Side?”
He glared at them, his swings coming faster. He did not grace them with a response, but his mind was again brought to the reminder of his lovely Padmé, her eyes smiling up at him, then contorting in pain as she gave birth to their child.
“I’m sure that’s it… Perhaps if we removed Padmé from the picture, things would be back to normal.”
“No!” he shouted, slashing his own lightsaber through the gut of Rono, watching her crumble to the ground.
Keine jumped back, frightened. “I had no part in this!” she insisted as Obi-Wan bore down on her. “Lord Sidious is making us do this!”
This was not good enough for Obi-Wan, who struck her down in his anger. As she dropped down, she grabbed the toe of his boots, begging him. He deignited his lightsaber and fell to his knees, staring at his hands. “What have I done?” he whispered, looking feverishly at the havoc around him.
A voice boomed from behind him, “You have done well.”
Vader.
Obi-Wan rose to his feet, turning around sharply, not bothering with the tears in his eyes. “How-? Why?”
His voice echoed in the cavern of the factory. “We were waiting in a nearby system. The Emperor knew of your plan.” His voice was flat, emotionless.
Obi-Wan’s gut twisted and he turned around, staring at the motionless bodies of the two Jedi. “The Emperor knew. You told him!” he ignited his lightsaber, not yet wishing to face the Sith Lord. “You betrayed me.”
The only sound was the harsh mechanic breathing emanating from Vader’s mask. Inside, Anakin was screaming. Outside, Vader kept cool, calm control. Darth Vader insisted quietly, “He forced my hand, Obi-Wan. He already knew.”
Obi-Wan turned around, hearing truth in his voice, feeling Anakin tugging at his heart. “But what do you mean I have done well? I have slain my own kind.” He hung his head.
The deviousness in the Sith portion of his brain reeled in the possibilities this brought. What a force Obi-Wan could be on the Dark Side! But Anakin within knew that his Master would never truly go down this route. He heaved a great sigh, “You need to be mindful of your thoughts, Obi-Wan. Be mindful of your emotions.” He repeated the advice his Master had once given him.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, his clear blue eyes still luminous with unshed tears. “What are we to do now? I’m sure your Master wants you to bring back a Jedi.”
Vader laughed. “And so I shall.”
Obi-Wan nodded, resigned. He took a look at the destruction he had caused and remembered the death of the innocent Jedi. “Strike me down. I will not fight. Just take care of Padmé.”
Darth Vader’s laugh continued, and he shook his head. “There are two Jedi lying at your feet. Hurry up and get out of here before my Lord comes and gets you himself. I will contact you when it is safe.”
Obi-Wan did not take the time to stop and be confused, but simply rushed away from the Sith Lord, not looking back. He did not want to see the dead Healers once more.
Darth Vader watched Obi-Wan retreat, and chuckled lightly to himself. How many times will I let him go? But, he reminded himself, this was not his time. He had to live to help deliver his child, and ensure that the child would be placed in Vader’s hands, though he would not realize it.
He sighed, kneeling at the body of the second Jedi, which he had watched Obi-Wan take down. To his surprise, she whimpered, rolling her head to the side. So she was alive! Excitement flooded through him, a grin tugged at his lips being his mask. There had actually been a valid reason for coming down to this forsaken planet, for having to relive his agony. His patience and calm had paid off, for lying at his feet was the one woman left in the galaxy that could give him back his body.
And give him back his Padmé.
He knew that his Master would not appreciate the fact that Obi-Wan had yet again escaped their grasp. He was sure that he would be reprimanded, knew that certain punishments awaited him.
But it would all be worth the trouble to be able to bend down beside Padmé and stroke her forehead, feel her soft skin with his fingertips, and inhale with his own lungs and smell the fragrant, flowery perfume of her hair. And he would hold his son in his arms, juggle his weight around to a comfortable position, and smell the sweet smell of a freshly washed baby. He would run his fingers through his son’s lightweight, fluffy hair and then coo lullabies to him as he watched his child’s mother stare at him through adoring eyes.
And watch Obi-Wan stare in jealousy as his life was torn from him in a much more subtle way.
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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.
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Chapter 13 - Destiny's Path
The Jedi Keine Ghinori and Rono Heinter stood at Obi-Wan’s feet, Keine staring at him with grief in her large brown eyes and Rono tapping her foot impatiently. He turned away from the women, not ready yet to face them.
But they were ready and armed with questions. “What are you doing here?” Rono demanded.
“Look what you’ve done!” Keine shouted, whirling her arm at the chaos around her.
Rono snapped another, “Why!”
He finally faced them, rising slowly to his feet, his fingers tightening around the handle of his lightsaber. “I am here to find you two.”
Rono snorted, her nostrils flaring. For a Jedi, she harbored an unnatural amount of anger. “You have destroyed the very hope of destroying the Empire that we- all three of us,” she looked pointedly at Obi-Wan, “swore to destroy.”
Obi-Wan fingered the ridges of the handle, concentrating on the texture, not the anger bubbling within him still. “Perhaps this is not the way.” He said quietly, his eyes to the duristeel grating of the droid factory.
Keine remained silent as her partner did most of the talking. “You think this is the way? We trusted you to destroy Anakin Skywalker and you did not, when you had the chance. You left him for dead, but did not finish the deed.”
Images of Anakin’s flaming body, writhing on the pumice stones, his hair charred in chunks on his molten skull. The hatred in his eyes burned a deep red orange, the blue serenity gone perhaps forever. The metal hand grasped, Anakin’s survival instincts still intact and burning for revenge. His ears echoed with “I hate you!” from his brother and friend. He looked back up at the two Healers, pain in his eyes. “You were not there. You do not know.”
Keine laughed softly, adding to her own version of the story, “If he were such a friend, you could have at least given him the mercy of death, if you were not going to follow through with your orders.”
Such a friend- his gut gripped remembering the friend that did not inform him that he had secretly married their friend, the lovely Senator from Naboo. Betrayal and then jealousy tensed his shoulders as his mind drew pictures of his handsome Padawan leaning over Padmé, dancing kisses across her delighted face. His Padmé. “You were not there!” his eyes flashed, his grip on his lightsaber tightened.
“But then, you were never one for following orders. First with your rebellious Master Qui-Gon Jinn and then when you left the Order for that rebellion on Melida.”
He remembered the guilt upon returning to the Order, the disappointment from everyone when he finally returned. He had let them all down- just as he had let down Anakin, and his Master. Oh Qui-Gon… He shut his eyes painfully at the memory of Darth Maul impaling his Master with his red saber. “If you were wise, you would remain silent.” He nearly growled it, not able to control the rage within him.
Rono snorted once more, “And now, I imagine you’ve gone and joined Vader and his Master. You’re just the same as they are. Some Sith Killer.” She drew her lightsaber, igniting it. Keine followed. “Only a Sith would destroy the only hope of the Jedi, and you’ve destroyed all of our hopes and chances. You, Obi-Wan Kenobi, must be destroyed!”
A protest came to his lips but he had to move to deflect their blows before he could. They came at him with all their might, and he struggled to keep a defensive stance and not fight the Jedi. He had to show them!
They pressed further, and Obi-Wan was forced to take a more aggressive stance to fend them off. He parried each blow and dealt one of his own. Rono suddenly laughed, as if an idea had just come to her mind. “Obi-Wan, is it Padmé? Is she the one that keeps bringing good Jedi to the Dark Side?”
He glared at them, his swings coming faster. He did not grace them with a response, but his mind was again brought to the reminder of his lovely Padmé, her eyes smiling up at him, then contorting in pain as she gave birth to their child.
“I’m sure that’s it… Perhaps if we removed Padmé from the picture, things would be back to normal.”
“No!” he shouted, slashing his own lightsaber through the gut of Rono, watching her crumble to the ground.
Keine jumped back, frightened. “I had no part in this!” she insisted as Obi-Wan bore down on her. “Lord Sidious is making us do this!”
This was not good enough for Obi-Wan, who struck her down in his anger. As she dropped down, she grabbed the toe of his boots, begging him. He deignited his lightsaber and fell to his knees, staring at his hands. “What have I done?” he whispered, looking feverishly at the havoc around him.
A voice boomed from behind him, “You have done well.”
Vader.
Obi-Wan rose to his feet, turning around sharply, not bothering with the tears in his eyes. “How-? Why?”
His voice echoed in the cavern of the factory. “We were waiting in a nearby system. The Emperor knew of your plan.” His voice was flat, emotionless.
Obi-Wan’s gut twisted and he turned around, staring at the motionless bodies of the two Jedi. “The Emperor knew. You told him!” he ignited his lightsaber, not yet wishing to face the Sith Lord. “You betrayed me.”
The only sound was the harsh mechanic breathing emanating from Vader’s mask. Inside, Anakin was screaming. Outside, Vader kept cool, calm control. Darth Vader insisted quietly, “He forced my hand, Obi-Wan. He already knew.”
Obi-Wan turned around, hearing truth in his voice, feeling Anakin tugging at his heart. “But what do you mean I have done well? I have slain my own kind.” He hung his head.
The deviousness in the Sith portion of his brain reeled in the possibilities this brought. What a force Obi-Wan could be on the Dark Side! But Anakin within knew that his Master would never truly go down this route. He heaved a great sigh, “You need to be mindful of your thoughts, Obi-Wan. Be mindful of your emotions.” He repeated the advice his Master had once given him.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, his clear blue eyes still luminous with unshed tears. “What are we to do now? I’m sure your Master wants you to bring back a Jedi.”
Vader laughed. “And so I shall.”
Obi-Wan nodded, resigned. He took a look at the destruction he had caused and remembered the death of the innocent Jedi. “Strike me down. I will not fight. Just take care of Padmé.”
Darth Vader’s laugh continued, and he shook his head. “There are two Jedi lying at your feet. Hurry up and get out of here before my Lord comes and gets you himself. I will contact you when it is safe.”
Obi-Wan did not take the time to stop and be confused, but simply rushed away from the Sith Lord, not looking back. He did not want to see the dead Healers once more.
Darth Vader watched Obi-Wan retreat, and chuckled lightly to himself. How many times will I let him go? But, he reminded himself, this was not his time. He had to live to help deliver his child, and ensure that the child would be placed in Vader’s hands, though he would not realize it.
He sighed, kneeling at the body of the second Jedi, which he had watched Obi-Wan take down. To his surprise, she whimpered, rolling her head to the side. So she was alive! Excitement flooded through him, a grin tugged at his lips being his mask. There had actually been a valid reason for coming down to this forsaken planet, for having to relive his agony. His patience and calm had paid off, for lying at his feet was the one woman left in the galaxy that could give him back his body.
And give him back his Padmé.
He knew that his Master would not appreciate the fact that Obi-Wan had yet again escaped their grasp. He was sure that he would be reprimanded, knew that certain punishments awaited him.
But it would all be worth the trouble to be able to bend down beside Padmé and stroke her forehead, feel her soft skin with his fingertips, and inhale with his own lungs and smell the fragrant, flowery perfume of her hair. And he would hold his son in his arms, juggle his weight around to a comfortable position, and smell the sweet smell of a freshly washed baby. He would run his fingers through his son’s lightweight, fluffy hair and then coo lullabies to him as he watched his child’s mother stare at him through adoring eyes.
And watch Obi-Wan stare in jealousy as his life was torn from him in a much more subtle way.
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