Post by Liz Kenobi on Feb 12, 2008 15:50:50 GMT -5
Checked on 26 Oct 2011
Title: Into the Dark
Author: NoobianRose
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obidala
Rating: PG
Spoilers: RotS
Warnings: Some A/P, but mostly from his side.
Disclaimer: As always, they’re not mine. They’re George’s. And the song was written by Etheridge on her album “Breakdown” (which is really good!). Hope you have fun.
Author's Note: Okay this one is kinda random, and a bit ... different (?). I’m normally not big into song-fics, but after listening to “Into the Dark” by Melissa Etheridge I was immediately reminded of that final battle on Mustafar and the triangle of individuals around which the Prequel Trilogy was ultimately centered.
The song has three verses and each one is followed by a first-person, inner-monologue of one of the characters; thoughts, feelings, fears. And I incorporated the chorus into the intro.
Oh! And be warned, it’s sad and angsty. Padmé dies guys, be prepared.
The dragon wakes from within.
“I’ve been here. Sleeping all these years,” it hisses with venom and a chilling finality.
The crossroads are reached. There comes a time, they all know. Ultimately, there’s a place they all must go. Into the soul, into the heart, into the dark.
~~~
I heard her words, strained with emotion, but still I couldn’t listen. She sounded light-years away. I wish she could help me, wish she could stop me from doing these horrible things, and from walking this dark path. From outside myself I watch Padmé, my love, my life, gasp for air, force my name from her lips, and plead for her life.
You are here too. Of course you would be. And I hate you for that, Obi-Wan. It was you who took her from me. She trusts you, she cares about you, she loves you. And that kills me; that more than any other thing allows Vader to emerge and take MY revenge.
We face each other now, as we have so many times before. Only now we are enemies. You think you can bring me back, but Vader’s hold is far too strong. Padmé’s body lies between us on the landing platform. How ironic that she should be there, just as she has always been. It’s true that she chose me ... she married me. But there was always a part of her that wasn’t mine.
I do hate you, Obi-Wan. You and your precious Order took everything from me. I will not allow you to take her.
Our battle rages on, all that you’ve taught me being used against you. I can feel your fear, your trepidation, though you try to master it. You don’t want to kill me. And, I have to admit, something pulls at me too. How have we come to this? When I was a child, without my mother, you were all I had. You were my father, my brother, my teacher, and my friend. Though I still can’t believe what I’m about to do, I also know there can be no alternative. There is no turning back now. Our whole relationship has been building to this moment.
I jump. And, as Anakin watches, I, Lord Vader, am ready ...
Beaten and broken, you lay there burning, the flesh peeled from your bones. And so do I, my insides on fire as I feel your pain ... your true death. It pains me to see you lying there, Anakin. You will never realize how much. Though now, you probably would not believe me anyway ...
No. You would believe me. Vader would not.
I know what you have done, all the pain you have caused and still I long to reach out to you. My student, my brother ... my son. I long to pull you from the fire but I cannot. Nor can I put a quick end to your suffering. The Jedi Master in me knows that killing an unarmed person is against the Code. The man, still hurt by your betrayal, knows that you must die.
How could you do this Anakin? How could you turn your back on the Republic? Though we both know it goes deeper than politics. You betrayed the Order, you betrayed me ... and Padmé.
It always seemed to come down to her. How could you do this to her?
You use her as justification for all the evil you have set free. Telling yourself that you do it for her. But we all know the truth. You love the power, Anakin, you always have. It is the power not only over her life that you love, but over her death.
But even as I stand here, my thoughts turn to her. The sight of her still, unmoving frame laying on the landing platform. There was nothing I could do for her, not without incurring your ever-growing wrath. And I so longed to, so longed to hold her in my arms and heal her. Drawn by a force that I did not understand, I could not help myself as I reached down to touch her face while your back was turned. She felt cold, weak, the fire that had always burned so fierce and bright within her had been reduced to smoking embers.
I realize now that your fears were justified. Though neither of us were allowed, we both loved her. Though, for what it is worth, I loved her longer. All those years ago, standing beside her as we watched Master Qui-Gon’s body be consumed by flame, I drew strength from her presence, solace from her poise and elegance, and peace from the sheer fact of her beauty. Only now do I realize, I would do anything, give anything to save her the pain you have inflicted upon her.
I’ve been jealous of you; her choosing of you, your life with her. But now? What will she do without you?
What will we all do? Now that the Chosen One has failed and fallen into darkness.
I was numb, all of my senses gone. I could not see, could not hear, not smell, taste, nor feel. I didn’t want to. You brought me to this point, Anakin. You brought me to the edge and then you jumped.
I am alone.
Metal arms, cold and hard, bring me to the shelter of my ship. Arms that should have been yours. Even as I lay on the landing platform, your latest victim on the brink of unconsciousness, I knew yours was not the kind and gentle touch I felt on my cheek. It was Obi-Wan, not my husband, checking to see if I was alive.
Suddenly, after having lost all feeling I am brought back. There is a presence at my side, one that has always been there. Obi-Wan, my dearest of friends, my one regret, looks down at me, his eyes filled with pain. I asked about you then, even though I already knew the answer. My husband was gone. Gone but not dead. It’s worse than if you were truly dead.
I melt into your former master’s touch as his hand meets my check once more. He wasn’t using the Force as before to check my vitals, it was an endearing caress, one that I had only dreamt about in my wildest fantasies. Long and lonely nights spent dreaming of him since I was only a budding adolescent. Fantasies I later tried to hide from your Force-filled mind even as I lay in your arms. Did you know? Were you jealous?
Perhaps I am to blame after all.
Even as I lay here, Obi-Wan beside me, looking at me with that same pained expression and (perhaps) the love I had longed for, I know. I can feel that Vader lives. And I know that he can feel me. So it’s time to decide. For you, for Obi-Wan, and for the Galaxy. I am unconcerned by the fact of my own mortality.
I choose a new hope.
~~~
Title: Into the Dark
Author: NoobianRose
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obidala
Rating: PG
Spoilers: RotS
Warnings: Some A/P, but mostly from his side.
Disclaimer: As always, they’re not mine. They’re George’s. And the song was written by Etheridge on her album “Breakdown” (which is really good!). Hope you have fun.
Author's Note: Okay this one is kinda random, and a bit ... different (?). I’m normally not big into song-fics, but after listening to “Into the Dark” by Melissa Etheridge I was immediately reminded of that final battle on Mustafar and the triangle of individuals around which the Prequel Trilogy was ultimately centered.
The song has three verses and each one is followed by a first-person, inner-monologue of one of the characters; thoughts, feelings, fears. And I incorporated the chorus into the intro.
Oh! And be warned, it’s sad and angsty. Padmé dies guys, be prepared.
The dragon wakes from within.
“I’ve been here. Sleeping all these years,” it hisses with venom and a chilling finality.
The crossroads are reached. There comes a time, they all know. Ultimately, there’s a place they all must go. Into the soul, into the heart, into the dark.
~~~
(Anakin)
There were stairs, they were steep
I was falling, falling deep
You were there, you were small
There was screaming down the hall
There were stairs, they were steep
I was falling, falling deep
You were there, you were small
There was screaming down the hall
I heard her words, strained with emotion, but still I couldn’t listen. She sounded light-years away. I wish she could help me, wish she could stop me from doing these horrible things, and from walking this dark path. From outside myself I watch Padmé, my love, my life, gasp for air, force my name from her lips, and plead for her life.
You are here too. Of course you would be. And I hate you for that, Obi-Wan. It was you who took her from me. She trusts you, she cares about you, she loves you. And that kills me; that more than any other thing allows Vader to emerge and take MY revenge.
We face each other now, as we have so many times before. Only now we are enemies. You think you can bring me back, but Vader’s hold is far too strong. Padmé’s body lies between us on the landing platform. How ironic that she should be there, just as she has always been. It’s true that she chose me ... she married me. But there was always a part of her that wasn’t mine.
I do hate you, Obi-Wan. You and your precious Order took everything from me. I will not allow you to take her.
Our battle rages on, all that you’ve taught me being used against you. I can feel your fear, your trepidation, though you try to master it. You don’t want to kill me. And, I have to admit, something pulls at me too. How have we come to this? When I was a child, without my mother, you were all I had. You were my father, my brother, my teacher, and my friend. Though I still can’t believe what I’m about to do, I also know there can be no alternative. There is no turning back now. Our whole relationship has been building to this moment.
I jump. And, as Anakin watches, I, Lord Vader, am ready ...
(Obi-Wan)
There was fire, there was death
There was lying on your breath
I turned away, I would pretend
But the burning never ends
There was fire, there was death
There was lying on your breath
I turned away, I would pretend
But the burning never ends
Beaten and broken, you lay there burning, the flesh peeled from your bones. And so do I, my insides on fire as I feel your pain ... your true death. It pains me to see you lying there, Anakin. You will never realize how much. Though now, you probably would not believe me anyway ...
No. You would believe me. Vader would not.
I know what you have done, all the pain you have caused and still I long to reach out to you. My student, my brother ... my son. I long to pull you from the fire but I cannot. Nor can I put a quick end to your suffering. The Jedi Master in me knows that killing an unarmed person is against the Code. The man, still hurt by your betrayal, knows that you must die.
How could you do this Anakin? How could you turn your back on the Republic? Though we both know it goes deeper than politics. You betrayed the Order, you betrayed me ... and Padmé.
It always seemed to come down to her. How could you do this to her?
You use her as justification for all the evil you have set free. Telling yourself that you do it for her. But we all know the truth. You love the power, Anakin, you always have. It is the power not only over her life that you love, but over her death.
But even as I stand here, my thoughts turn to her. The sight of her still, unmoving frame laying on the landing platform. There was nothing I could do for her, not without incurring your ever-growing wrath. And I so longed to, so longed to hold her in my arms and heal her. Drawn by a force that I did not understand, I could not help myself as I reached down to touch her face while your back was turned. She felt cold, weak, the fire that had always burned so fierce and bright within her had been reduced to smoking embers.
I realize now that your fears were justified. Though neither of us were allowed, we both loved her. Though, for what it is worth, I loved her longer. All those years ago, standing beside her as we watched Master Qui-Gon’s body be consumed by flame, I drew strength from her presence, solace from her poise and elegance, and peace from the sheer fact of her beauty. Only now do I realize, I would do anything, give anything to save her the pain you have inflicted upon her.
I’ve been jealous of you; her choosing of you, your life with her. But now? What will she do without you?
What will we all do? Now that the Chosen One has failed and fallen into darkness.
(Padmé)
There was a wave over the house
There was fear choked in my mouth
You were there, you left your mark
As I stumbled in the dark
There was a wave over the house
There was fear choked in my mouth
You were there, you left your mark
As I stumbled in the dark
I was numb, all of my senses gone. I could not see, could not hear, not smell, taste, nor feel. I didn’t want to. You brought me to this point, Anakin. You brought me to the edge and then you jumped.
I am alone.
Metal arms, cold and hard, bring me to the shelter of my ship. Arms that should have been yours. Even as I lay on the landing platform, your latest victim on the brink of unconsciousness, I knew yours was not the kind and gentle touch I felt on my cheek. It was Obi-Wan, not my husband, checking to see if I was alive.
Suddenly, after having lost all feeling I am brought back. There is a presence at my side, one that has always been there. Obi-Wan, my dearest of friends, my one regret, looks down at me, his eyes filled with pain. I asked about you then, even though I already knew the answer. My husband was gone. Gone but not dead. It’s worse than if you were truly dead.
I melt into your former master’s touch as his hand meets my check once more. He wasn’t using the Force as before to check my vitals, it was an endearing caress, one that I had only dreamt about in my wildest fantasies. Long and lonely nights spent dreaming of him since I was only a budding adolescent. Fantasies I later tried to hide from your Force-filled mind even as I lay in your arms. Did you know? Were you jealous?
Perhaps I am to blame after all.
Even as I lay here, Obi-Wan beside me, looking at me with that same pained expression and (perhaps) the love I had longed for, I know. I can feel that Vader lives. And I know that he can feel me. So it’s time to decide. For you, for Obi-Wan, and for the Galaxy. I am unconcerned by the fact of my own mortality.
I choose a new hope.
~~~
I’ve been here, sleeping all these years
There comes a time, we all know
There’s a place that we must go
Into the soul, into the heart, into the dark
There comes a time, we all know
There’s a place that we must go
Into the soul, into the heart, into the dark
