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Gungan to the left

Children of Shmi (G)

By : leia__naberrie

Archived on: Monday, April 30, 2007

It is the morning of Shmi Skywalker’s funeral and Beru Whitesun finds herself in the alarming position of comforting Anakin Skywalker.

The two women parted ways in the courtyard. Beru returned to her own cot and pretended to sleep. Padm? went to the garage. She did not return to Beru?s room that night.

Beru waited until morning before she made her way to the garage. Tatoo I edged the horizon and cast long shadows into the dim garage. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and she just drew back in time to not step on their sleeping bodies.

They lay facing each other. Padm??s arms were wrapped tightly around Anakin Skywalker in an embrace that both sheltered and restrained. One hand rested on his cheek. They were wrapped against the cold in the warmth of her robe. Anakin Skywalker?s face was hidden against Padm??s shoulder but Beru could see Padm??s face in the shadows of the room and it was lined with the marks of tears.

Silently, so as not to wake him, Beru whispered: ?Padm?.? Her friend stirred but did not wake. She tried again. ?Padm?.? Tentatively, she reached out a hand to touch Padm??s shoulder and it was snatched away abruptly by a steel-like grip. Startled, her eyes flew from the grip to Anakin Skywalker's face. She flinched.

He was staring right at her. He looked wide-awake and just awoken at the same time. His face was unreadable.

?Don?t wake her,? he whispered. He released her wrist and Beru recoiled.

Anakin Skywalker watched her with those eyes that were at once familiar and strange. Beru swallowed her fear. ?It?s almost dawn,? she took care to whisper. ?Father Cliegg wants to start ? making preparations.? She tried to read his face. ?They wanted you to be the one to choose the site for?? Frightened, her voice trailed away helplessly.

Mother Shmi?s son?s gaze had turned inwards; he stared at Beru, but she could tell that he was revisiting his grief in his mind. His hands had reached for Padm? without seeming to mean to. He smoothed the hair back from her temples and ran his thumbs down her cheeks. She did not stir. Beru watched his face and noted the changes - where it had darkened with stubble and rage and the lines of grief that seemed to have been permanently etched into his skin.

His presence seemed to return when he watched Padm?. ?She is exhausted,? he said. His voice was quietly lifeless.

?She did not sleep that night - after you left,? Beru explained. She watched the tenderness in his face as he looked at Padm? and tried to reconcile it with the face in her nightmare.

?Where did she sleep?? Still stroking, the movement of his hands was almost hypnotic.

?In my room. She slept with me.?

Anakin looked up from Padm??s face. His smile was at once glad and bitter. ?You took care of her. Thank you.?

The tilt of the left corner of the lip. The way the eyes narrowed and the brows furrowed ever so slightly. The grateful, painful smile.

It was Mother Shmi's smile whenever she spoke of her son Ani.

Had spoken of.

Beru?s eyes stung.

Anakin was pulling himself out of Padm??s embrace; she started mumbling something but he rose up and lifted her up into his arms, cradled her like a child, and she fell silent.

?She needs to sleep.? It was a request.

Beru led him out of the garage and across the courtyard. The shadows had barely shortened; she looked away from the sun and could make out Owen riding away on the back of his speeder. Fear gripped her and she tried to cast it aside.

The hallway was hot after the cool garage. Beru led Anakin past the homestead kitchen and the room where Mother Shmi had slept with Father Cliegg (Anakin?s shoulders seemed to shake but she was not sure), Owen?s room, sleeping pad carefully placed in one corner of the naviroom and finally they were stepping into the cool dusty air of the storeroom.

There was still a pile of blankets on Beru's sleeping pad. As tenderly as if she were a baby, Anakin placed Padm? into the folds of the cot and tucked the blankets around her. He sat beside her, and his fingers continued their ministrations on her face.

?I don?t want her to come down to the funeral.? He told Beru in his soft, dead voice. ?She needs to sleep. You will watch over her for me.?

?Of course,? Beru replied although it had not been a request.

Padm? stirred again, her left foot pulling out of the blanket. Tentatively, Beru sat at the bottom of the cot and placed it back. She looked up to see that Anakin?s eyes had finally lifted from Padm? and were now staring at the wooden circle that hung from the only window. It was a charm circle. The handiwork would have been familiar to him.

?It was my engagement gift, last Harvest.? Beru answered the unspoken question; she lifted her hand so that he could see the tourmaline stone on her ring finger. ?I was supposed to be here to just help with the work. But, my mother ? she did not think I needed to come back.? She swallowed back her bitterness. ?At the end of the harvest, Owen proposed; Mother Shmi baked and we had a small party. Later, she gave me the charm circle.?

He threw her fleeting glances, but his attention was still divided between Padm? and the charm circle.

He stood up and looked at it. The window faced north and away from the sun and the charm circle cast pale shadows against his face. They recalled to Beru the demons in her nightmare.

?May I??

?Of course.?

She watched his hands as they touched the wood - Mother Shmi?s hands - long, slender and remarkably strong.

The silence was hungry, waiting for more.

?She spoke about you the first time I ever met her,? Beru said gently. ?She was always talking about you. She missed you, but she was so proud and happy for you, too. And she was happy. Father Cliegg loved her. We all loved her - Owen and me; I wished she had been my Mother not...? Her voice broke off with horror.

Anakin Skywalker?s hands had tightened on the charm circle. Before Beru?s eyes, it actually seemed to bend.

?I?m sorry,? Beru whispered. ?I didn?t mean??

?Not mine?? He asked in that dead voice, finishing her sentence. The demon face of her nightmare flashed in her mind.

?Not mine,? she said the truth as firmly as she could through her fear. ?Not my Mother who didn?t want me.? You were the centre of her universe. Nobody could replace you. She wanted to say the words aloud but she didn?t have the courage. So she shared her pain because she knew it would placate his.

The hands holding the wooden circle shook and she wondered if he had somehow heard anyway. Very carefully, he placed the circle back in its space in the window. Then he turned to look at her with the eyes of the woman that Beru had wanted to be her mother.

Anakin Skywalker did not thank her but his gratitude filled the dusty storeroom and knotted like a chain around Beru?s chest.

He bent over Padm? once to touch her. Then he turned and left the room.

Beru waited until the sound of his footsteps had faded away completely. Then she drew closer to Padm? and tucked the blankets about her carefully. Her friend stirred and without Anakin to soothe her, Beru watched helplessly as Padm? struggled with her own nightmares before she fell silent once more.

Except on the second day, when Father Cliegg had returned with the evidence of the abduction, Beru had not wept for the past thirty days. The desert longed for water. If she cried, it would eat her tears. She caught the first drop before it fell on Padm?. She trapped the rest behind her hands.

Shoulders shaking silently, she remained like that for a long time.

Original cover by fialleril. HTML formatting copyright 2006 TheForce.Net LLC.

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Author: Scottykarrde
Date posted: 5/6/2007 10:13:29 PM
Scottykarrde's Comments:

beautiful. Perfectly in character. fleshed out the scene in a way I am SURE, in that wonderous way we know our characters like ourselves, that the film would have gone...

Author: leia__naberrie  (signed)
Date posted: 6/1/2007 4:22:27 AM
leia__naberrie's Comments:


Thanks to the editors for archiving this story. A big thanks to by betas, especially Gina and fialleril.

A special thank you to cover artist fialleril to whom credit should actually go to. I've written to the editors about the mistake and I hope it'll be corrected.

Author: JediQueen
Date posted: 6/17/2007 9:22:23 PM
JediQueen's Comments:

Hey great story I was just wondering though is there a prequel? Because you kept talking about Beru's nightmare but didn't explain it. If there is a prequel I'd love to read it, if not you might think about exploring the nightmare in a sequel. Just a thought. All in all VERY good.

Author: ratna
Date posted: 7/4/2007 1:10:22 AM
ratna's Comments:

This is a beautifully wrought story.

You make Beru very real, and flesh in bits of the hard life of people scratching out a subsistence from a difficult world. You also do better than the movie in your intimations of the scary place that Amakin is in because of the death of his mother.

Very cool.

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