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14 May 2011 @ 04:58 pm
Fic: ‘It is done.’  
Title: It is done.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Between AotC & RotS: days after the end of Knowing when to escape.
Summary: He feels safe.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

Wow. It’s done. Discovering how events in For each other alone came about?

It was quite a ride! That’s now done.

Wow. It’s done.


This story continues the journey that can be found in the below parts:
A thought, a gift
Upon a chance
Confront the disturbance you must (Part I of II)
Of Senators and disturbances (Part II of II; deleted scenes: Of Jedi and their padawans & Expect him to leave, they will).
Remaining true (Part I | Part II | Part III)
Unwilling guests & unwelcome news
... no fruit?
Knowing when to escape

Next stop: For each other alone




Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Lucas; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by him.


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Setting the delicately blown glass figure carefully upon the stall’s counter, she smiled to the artist and walked quietly away, pulling the long outer robe she wore closely about her. A faint puff of wind gathered the free-flowing curls at the nape of her neck as she walked beyond the cluster of food and artisan stalls.

By one of the rivers surrounding the meadows, she saw shaak grazing peacefully, ignoring the nearby bustle of the impromptu market. She stood at the edge of the market, her arms folded around herself as she watched. The noise and movement didn’t disturb the shaak, which were further away than she had realised.

Unconsciously, she stepped toward the shaak and away from the market behind her. How quiet it must be, she mused, to look after those animals. How peaceful.

“M’lady, it is time for us to depart.”

She nodded, her gaze reluctantly leaving the distant shaak when she paused. That didn’t sound like Paddy and, although she had become lax about her security during her retreat, she remained alert when she left the confines of the villa. The voice was too low, too soft. Respectful but that was not the voice of Varykino’s caretaker. Her hand slipped inside the robe she wore, seeking the small blaster she now carried.

When she turned, nerveless fingers fell from the blaster. Her eyes widened. The concealed hand reached forward then stopped, falling to her side.

He smiled, crookedly, and stepped closer; no one paid any attention to them. She stood still. “You’re here,” she finally whispered.

“You would prefer I was not?”

She shook her head. “After Geonosis, I never expected ...” She stopped. Both knew what was left unsaid.

He knew they deserved an answer. “No matter what happened between you and Anakin, said or unsaid, I should not have acted as I did.”

“Nothing occurred between Anakin and I, though I do not deny he wanted it.”

“It doesn’t matter. I was wrong to assume.”

“I did not fail and I did not betray.”

Their eyes met. The noise of the market intruded. “Am I forgiven?”

“You fool.” Too aware of the market, she smiled.




In the rotunda where she had first received news of his death, afternoon sun poured through the windows. The table where she had once sat and eaten with Anakin had been moved, weeks ago, and it was in that room he was found once she has spoken to Paddy and Nandi. Their services, she told them, would not be required until she sends for them.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, she stands beside him, her gaze upon him. “To what do I owe this honour, Master Jedi?”

“I was instructed to tell a friend who had sent me flowers, years ago, that I am safe.”

“And are you safe?”

His gaze rested on the calm waters he can see through the window. “Yes,” he replied quietly.

“Is that why you are here?”

He turned to her, the light an unknown nimbus that surrounded his outer robe. In the hand held to her was his lightsabre. “This weapon is my life,” he began; he reached for her hand and enclosed it about the cool hilt. “It is given to you.”

Their gazes locked. “I ... I cannot accept this.” She swallowed. “This weapon is your life.”

“That I give to you.” He closed his other hand over hers and held it. “I trust, and love, you. There is no other to whom I would give this.”

“You cannot do this.” A feeble protest.

He caught her other hand and when his hands withdrew, only hers held the lightsabre. “It is done.”
 
 
 
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on May 14th, 2011 08:21 am (UTC)
Yaaaaayyy! And there was much rejoicing!
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 14th, 2011 08:28 am (UTC)
... there is?
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: obidala6angel_in_tears on May 14th, 2011 11:44 am (UTC)
Oh Obi-Wan ♥ How beautiful and romantic!! I love how he places his life in her hands like that. :)

Glad you wrote this series, and I love the path it took to get to the ending, even if it was torturous at times! :)

F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 14th, 2011 01:21 pm (UTC)
I love how he places his life in her hands like that. :)
During the writing of this particular series, especially the stories where he was captured, it was a gesture that felt very much in character for him. I'm glad others share that opinion!

Glad you wrote this series
Thank you! I'm quite glad my curiosity got the better of me when it came to the writing of it!

I love the path it took to get to the ending, even if it was torturous at times! :)
That's very lovely to hear, thank you!
emiv: btvs | one hell of a womanemiv on June 2nd, 2011 03:13 am (UTC)
I almost have no words for this. Subtle and lovely and that ending? Oh my, that ending about burst my poor Obidala-lovin heart with it's awesomeness. "This weapon is my life/It is given to you"....utter perfection. So well-crafted. On the spot characterizations, totally believable.

*sigh*

Now, to reread the final chapter...
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on June 2nd, 2011 11:12 am (UTC)
Subtle and lovely and that ending? Oh my, that ending about burst my poor Obidala-lovin heart with it's awesomeness. "This weapon is my life/It is given to you"....utter perfection. So well-crafted. On the spot characterizations, totally believable.
Thank you very much!

Now, to reread the final chapter...
I hope it doesn't disappoint!