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Two in The Garden
By: Anakin's Angel
Website: No Ordinary Love

Rated: G
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, the story is. The 'lullaby' Padme sings to Leia is "Tender Shepherd" from the musical version of "Peter Pan".
Summary: Mother and Daughter's last moments on Naboo.

I would say that the breezes blowing across the garden carry with them the scent of wildflowers.

I would say that the sun burned bright inside a clear blue sky.

I might even say that there was a part of me still alive.

I've never been know to lie, why begin now?

Cradling the tiny bundle in my arms, I stared out across the once-beautiful city of Theed. Leia, my baby girl, took in her surroundings for what they were.

She had no illusions about Naboo.

She hadn't seen the splendor and beauty as I had.

Honestly, I don't know that I'd be able to look upon all that beauty again. I think a part of me would like to cry, but I just can't summon up enough tears. We are alone now, Leia and I. Alone in a world that will forget we exist.

It's just as well.

General Kenobi took my Luke from me.

Came in, like a thief in the night, carrying the tiny baby away from me. From us. Leia and I didn't even get to say good-bye.


Scorched grass, razed villages, polluted rivers.

This is the legacy that my...husband left to Naboo.

Illusions...yes, I certainly have no more illusions about Lord Vader. Had he been inside there the whole time? Was Anakin born that way?

He must have been.

Sure, that's the easy way out, emotionally. Blame it on something you can't control, so that the blame can't possibly fall on your shoulders.

I have every right to not want this blame. I loved Anakin for more than a decade of my life. Gave him the love, friendship and happiness that he needed.

Ours was a passionate love. A blinding, all-consuming tsunami of emotion.

They say that stars still burn bright, millions of years after they die.


Imagine waking one morning, and not recognizing the person staring back at you in the mirror. I look the same, I talk the same.

I am changed down to my very core.

How I wish to grab Vader by the shoulders, shake him until he can see what he's done to me. But I have Leia to consider, and I cannot do that to her. I cannot let him, and consequently, Palpatine, find her.

I stare down at her sleeping face, so perfect and chubby, as tears prick the corners of my eyes.

Maybe I still have something left to cry for.

"Tender shepherd, tender shepherd, let me help you count your sheep. One in the meadow, two in the the nursery fast asleep." I sing to her, the words slightly slurred with sobs. The song, something Sabe taught to me when the twins were born, has always been their favorite. Little Leia sighs contentedly; for her, all is right in the world.

Looking up, I see a silver shimmer in the sky. Leia and I are going away now, somewhere where I know he will never find us.

Placing a kiss on Leia's cheek, I finish the song as I see Sabe approach. "One say your prayers, and two close your eyes, and three safe and happily fall asleep."

The End!
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