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20 January 2011 @ 02:06 am
Fic: ‘Harmony understood.’  
Title: Harmony understood.
Fandom: Star Wars
Rating: (PG)
Time Period: Between tPM & AotC.
Summary: He understands.

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

This seems to follow from Ignorance lost and yet to stand alone at the same time. Kinda. I did have a ‘story thread’ that linked Ignorance lost with this story – a story that was being told in 3 or 4 parts. I’ve yet to decide if the other parts will be written to tell that larger story.

This, again, was indulgence – Padmé and Obi-Wan in a birth scene where she doesn’t die. And then gave it that personal touch: it’s their baby. If I write the other parts, we’ll see where it goes from there.

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


Booted footsteps echoed as he ran down the hall to where he sensed the ... was commotion the right word?

It was not a thought long-kept as he rounded the corner only to be stopped at the door by a security officer who had placed his hands before him when he’d heard the Jedi’s approach. “All visitors are to be kept here for the moment.”

“I am expected within.” This was never a situation he had expected.

“I was instructed to inform visitors ... you may pass.”

He lowered his hand and smiled at the security guard. “Thank you.” He sidestepped the guard and slipped inside the room. The guard stood at attention, although he shook his head slightly once the Jedi had passed.

Padmé lay on the bed near the windows; sunlight crept through the heavy curtains. He gently took the cloth from a nearby Handmaiden and wiped the sweat from her forehead. No one knew what was happening; all anyone knew was the Senator had come to Varykino for her health. She had hidden everything remarkably well, with help from her Handmaidens. He raised his gaze to the Handmaiden – he didn’t know which it was – and she shook her head: no complications. He nodded and she left the room. Only the med droids and he were left.

Aside from the figure on the bed of course.

He set aside the cloth and leaned over her, closer. His eyes wandered nowhere else. “I told you I would come,” he murmured and brushed her hair from her eyes. She hissed and gritted her teeth; he narrowed his eyes. “Allow them to lessen the pain.”

“How can,” she began and broke off, leaving her question unfinished. She grasped his hand and squeezed. Hard.

He wondered if his hand were still in one piece.

... there is serenity. “I say,” he managed not to wince as she squeezed again, “let the medbot do its job and have this be easier upon you.”

“You won’t ...?”

“I will not,” he promised. She nodded and he gestured the med droid forward. A few quiet words and there was a soft ssss; immediately, she relaxed.

“What were we thinking?” She laughed, quietly, uncertainly.

“I do not believe we were thinking—”

“Not then!” She turned her head toward him. This time when she squeezed his hand, it held none of the earlier strength.

“I —”

“Your body requires you push,” the med droid informed. She nodded and ...

A cry broke the tense silence in the room. Loud, bawdy and indignant, it quietened as the med droid turned away to check vital signs and to clean the newborn. Obi-Wan glanced from the med droid to Padmé. She smiled, relieved, and closed her eyes.

There is no chaos, a whisper in the back of his mind. There is harmony.

As the med droid offered the newly cleaned and wrapped baby, as he held the baby in his arms, he finally understood.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on January 21st, 2011 12:20 pm (UTC)
You can find out in the next part, if there is one.