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Helen_Taft Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 6/9 8:13am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader, A/P, Shmi - Romance/Family - formerly Demon that is Me) updated 6/8/08
	Oh Lord! Poor Shmi! Loving a son who seems to delight in killing at the slightest infraction. Once again, Anakin seems to love too much--to the point of insanity. I'm morbidly fascinated with this Vader though so I must be a sick puppy too g I hope to heck you have a new post ready soon, because I simply have to know what Vader will do about the abducted Padme!!! Write fast!!! -----signature----- Purgatory (A/P AU) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28225076/ I Asked An Angel If I Could Fly (SPN) - http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28873939/p1/?0
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Lisbev Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 6/16 1:22am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) Chap 5 - Date Edited: 6/16 1:23am (1 edits total) Edited By: Lisbev
	Author Responses: KELIA I have a feeling "those beasts" aren't going to have a much more brutal death this time around. WOW, you’re good. Shmi is still alive after all, hence he’s not completely insane. Thanks for reading. JediMasterJessica Very cool start! YAY! I thanks so for the kind words. Hope you like the next post. nabooqueen2008 Rescue attempt...rescue attempt. Anakin is so unforgiving. Poor Shmi....I bet she wonders what she's ever done to have deserved this! Great post!I agree, poor Shmi, but thankfully things will get better for her soon. Thanks for the kind words. Quigonjecca Ooh! The plot thickens! I wonder what Anakin will do to the Tuskens this time?And now I feel really sorry for Shmi! Great update! Things will get better for Shmi soon, I promise. Thanks again. VaderLVR64 I've only read the first post, but I'm hooked! YAY! I’m just ecstatic that this story has managed to reel you in. Hope you like the next post. Helen_Taft Oh Lord! Poor Shmi! Loving a son who seems to delight in killing at the slightest infraction. Once again, Anakin seems to love too much--to the point of insanity. I'm morbidly fascinated with this Vader though so I must be a sick puppy too g I hope to heck you have a new post ready soon, because I simply have to know what Vader will do about the abducted Padme!!! This Vader is quite twisted, isn’t he? He does love too much, but I’m sure Padmé can teach him a thing or 2 about his out of control “intensity”. Know what, I’m quite a sick puppy too, there’s just something really sxy about a handsome badss guy how loves too much. SW terms: SKALWORM - an insult referring to a vile creature; OSIK – stronger term for poodoo Ch 5 – Negotiations A pudgy, older man stepped closer to the counter and spoke. “I’m Ruwee Naberrie. Do you know my daughter, Sir?” “Yes, I do, what happened?” Vader asked, feeling a bit confused about the anxiousness that was stirring in the pit of his stomach. “Uhh … she got nabbed by those sand people right outside my shop … ” Watto replied with some hesitation in his voice. “You’re lying, I can sense it. What really happened to her?!” Vader demanded as his cold stare striped away Watto’s senses. “Alright, alright …” Watto raised his hands in the air in a mocking display of defeat. “There was no sand people, Jabba wanted a pretty human girl to add to his collection of dancers, so I … sold her. Business is business!” The creature spat then quickly flapped away towards the back of his junk shop. Here goes, he thought knowing the girl’s feisty sister would start giving him grief. Not like he cared, he could just zap the entire family, but the thought of Sabé’s unrelenting, foul mouth made him cringe. She cursed like a Hutt and when he did zap or beat her, she didn’t just scream, she howled like a possessed beast. The thought of her high pitched shrieks made him wince. He originally offered Sabé for sale, but Jabba said Padmé was prettier and offered more credits for her. “Kriffing sleemo! You’re the beast!” Sabé shouted at the blue creature’s retreating form. “You good for nothing, skalworming piece of osik!” She screeched, the pitch of her voice so high it resembled fingernails scrapping chalkboard. “Yeah yeah, get back to work useless slave or I’ll sell you, too!” Watto shrugged his small shoulders uncaring as his fluttering wings carried him outside. Vader turned to find a horror stricken expression on the elder Naberrie’s face. “Sabé please, sweetheart. Your cursing isn’t going to bring Padmé back. Force help us, my baby daughter. What … how … do we get her back? I’ve got to find her.” Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Sabé approached her father. “But Dad, you can’t. Your slave chip will activate and you’ll get electrocuted if you go beyond the border of Mos Espa.” Sabé reminded her heartbroken father. “I’ll find her,” Vader stated confidently. “Are … you sure? But … how? You’re all alone. Jabba has a huge entourage of thugs at his disposal. You’ll never get past them.” Ruwee was grateful for the young man’s offer to help, but he didn’t want to send him to death, either. A contemptuous smirk crept onto Vader’s face, “You can trust me to save your daughter or you can let her rot in Jabba’s lair.” Well, if you put it that way, “Your kindness is very much appreciated. You can use my swoop bike, it’s parked right outside the shop.” Ruwee nodded in the direction where his park was parked. Vader turned around just as he reached the door. “What about Padmé’s slave chip, won’t it electrocute her if she leaves Jabba’s premises?” “Actually, I don’t think so.” Sabé said thoughtfully. “He’s probably had it deactivated. I’ve heard that slave chips interfere with the frequency of the musical instruments, so he still has to use conventional chains and cuffs.” - - - Vader focused on Padmé’s Force signature then quickly sped towards Jabba’s dwelling. Tatooine’s twin suns had just begun to set when he located the place. Jabba’s guards were a bunch of brainless goons, easily coerced by Vader’s mind suggestions. “I am a friend of Jabba’s. You will let me in to see him.” “You are a friend of Jabba’s. I will let you in to see him.” Vader found the glutinous creature in a large room that looked like an entertainment hall. His eyes bulged out of their sockets upon seeing Padmé. She was chained down beside the disgusting creature, clad in nothing more than a tiny, revealing bikini. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her face was fear stricken and she was shaking but her eyes still shined with surprising strength. Padmé immediately recognized the handsome young man despite their very brief encounter form nearly a year ago. She felt her cheeks burn hot with embarrassment at the state of her undress. “I’m here for the girl,” Vader said coolly. “Yes, of course you are. She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? Well, you can have her. That is, if you can get past my guards first.” Jabba snorted mockingly, not knowing who he was dealing with. Vader waved his hands, sending Jabba’s guards flying into the wall with a huge blast of Sith lightening. He ignited his crimson blade and hacked off the chains that were binding Padmé beside the creature. The two guards standing behind Jabba lurched forward, attempting to capture Padmé. She bolted to her feet, jumping off Jabba's podium just in time to escape their grasp. Using the metal chains that were still dangling for her wrists, Padmé whirled both her wrists in the air, striking both guards right on the noggin. A rare grin came to Vader’s face at the sight of Padmé’s tiny form in action. He snapped out of momentary reverie and was about to start cutting down the rest of Jabba’s entourage when the sensation of Padmé’s hand touching his arm made him pause. “No, don’t. Please, let’s just go.” Padmé pleaded with urgency. “You’re lucky I have business to attend to or all of you would be dead,” Vader spat the words at Jabba before he turned on his heal and he attempted to lead Padmé out of the dwelling. “This way.” She grabbed his hand after noticing that her rescuer had either lost his sense of direction or simply didn’t remember the way out. She tugged him down a flight of stairs, along a maze of hallways and out. “May I have your loak, please?” She asked him as they readied themselves to mount onto her father’s hover bike. “What for?” She pointed at her revealing attire. “Oh. Good point.” Vader agreed, feeling strangely foolish. Padmé sat behind Vader. She had no choice but wrap her arms around his waist as they sped away from Jabba’s palace. The ride back to her house was going to be a long one. She resisted the temptation to rest her head on his back but between the cool night air and the exhaustion, she succumbed. Exhilarating. Vader thought as he rode the swoop bike at harrowing speeds. Now that his mind was no longer preoccupied with finding Jabba’s lair, he allowed himself to savor the thrilling pastime that he so greatly missed. He was in an atypical, good mood. So much so that when he felt the girl’s head rest on his shoulder, it didn’t bother him in the slightest bit. His normal self hated clingy women, but for the moment the fragile weight of her body pressed up against his back actually felt good. It was amazing the amount of warmth that radiated from her despite how tiny her form was. - - - Naberrie Home Sitting at the kitchen table, Padmé munched on the simple sandwich her sister had fixed. Mr. and Mrs. Naberrie looked at their daughter in sheer relief that she had been saved. “Thank you for saving me, Sir.” Padmé said, feeling utterly grateful for his rescue. “Call me Skywalker,” Vader told her. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” she said with a worried expression on her face. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he quickly informed her. “What we do need to worry about is how to get you off Tatooine.” Sabé chimed in as she brought a glass of water over to her sister. “No, I’m not going anywhere.” Padmé replied firmly. “But Sweet-P if you stay here, Jabba’s thugs are just going to come get you again.” Mr. Naberrie said with a worried expression. “Dad is right. You can’t say here. Hey Skywalker, you’re not from here, right? Can you give Padmé a lift to Naboo or Alderaan or some other nice planet?” Sabé looked at Vader square in the eyes. “Um … actually, she could stay with me. My mom is in need of a new assistant.” Vader had actually thought of arranging for Padmé’s freedom many times over the past year, but decided against it due to the bad luck he had had with all his mother’s dim witted assistants. The bottom line was, he would not tolerate any sort of insolence toward his mother. What if Padmé got out of line, would I have to kill her, too? This was the very question that plagued him all this time. The thought of killing this girl was oddly unsettling to him. “Oh really?” Sabé cocked an eyebrow as she smirked in amusement. “Would everybody stop talking like I’m not even here? I can make my own decisions, you know.” Padmé said as she took the volume of her voice up a notch. “Like I said, I’m not going anywhere.” “What?! You’d rather continue living here like slave?!” Vader asked in disbelief. “You … you don’t understand! I can’t leave my family to continue being slaves while I’m free.” Tears streamed down Padmé’s beautiful face. “Now look what you’ve all done! I’m crying! I hate crying!” She buried her face in her hands and continued to silently weep, save a small whimper here and there. Vader felt his throat constrict, the way Padmé cried was painfully reminiscent of how his mother cried. He looked away at a random wall, and clenched his fists, which were conveniently hidden under the table. Had it been his mother who was crying, he would have wrapped his arms around her and embraced her until the pain subsided. Thankfully, Ruwee sat down by his baby daughter and put his arm around her shoulder, “Sweet-P, you don’t need to worry about us, we’ll be fine here.” Ruwee hugged his daughter and kissed her forehead. He nodded at his wife, Jobal prompting her to give Padmé some words of encouragement. “Dearest, you know we love you, but you can’t stay here. It’s not just safe.” Jobal pleaded with tears brimming in her eyes. Everybody remained silent while Padmé sobbed some more. A few moments later, “Alright, I’ll arrange for their freedom from Watto, but they can’t come with us. I only have room for you at my quarters.” Vader let out a frustrated grunt upon finishing the sentence. KRIFF! Why am I being so nice? Padmé’s crying lessened as she looked to her family for their response. “Padmé, there’s nothing to agonize over, this is your chance to get out,” Sabé said confidently. “Sweet-P, we’ll be fine.” Mr. Naberrie emphasized the last three words. Her mother nodded in agreement. “Alright,” Padmé responded after a very long moment of silence. Sabé, Jobal and Padmé scurried over to each other. All three women broke out in sobs as they embraced. Ruwee just wore a solemn look on his face. His heart was breaking into pieces knowing that his baby girl would be leaving soon. He already wondered when they would get to see her beautiful face again, if ever. He just hoped this young man and his mother would treat her well. Anything is better than this wretched place, he thought to himself. - - - Later that day Vader went to Watto’s shop to arrange for the release of the Naberries. “I want you the free the Naberries, the whole family.” Vader said firmly. “I won’t take anything less than 30,000 Imperial credits.” Watto stated with confidence. “Who said anything about credits? Now give me the slave chip deactivator.” The young lord felt his patience being tested. The blue Toydarian was in utter disbelief at the man’s outrageous demand. “Get lost! Crazy Imperial scum!” “If you want a negotiation, then you’ll have one. If you give me the deactivator, I’ll give you your life.” Vader hardened his stare as he restrained him from just snapping the creature's form in two. “Ha ha. I’m so scared. Now bug off! I’m …” Watto’s little scummy body thudded against the adjacent wall of the junk shop before he could finish his sentence. Moments later the Toydarian felt his body float through the air and suddenly he found himself face to face with the young man again. His little hands flew up to his throat, trying to pry the man’s fingers from his neck. “Like I said, I’ll give you your life if you give me the deactivator.” Vader’s icy stare got colder with each passing second. “A … a …” The Toydarian choked. Sensing that the creature was ready to relent, Vader loosened his grip. Watto took in a huge gulp of air before speaking. “FINE! Let me go and I’ll get it for you.” Watto's wings flapped furiously towards the back of his shop. “You drive a hard bargain. Here!” He spat, throwing the device at Vader. - - - Naberrie Home The Naberrie household had become eerily quite since Vader returned with the slave deactivator from Watto. Padmé didn’t have much to pack but she dragged out the process for as long a possible. “We really need to get going,” Vader finally said then walked outside. “I’m almost done,” Padmé replied in a shaky voice. A few moments later the entire Naberrie family came out too. The three women hugged again and cried once more. Mr. Naberrie hugged his baby girl, then pulled back and gave her a nod. Vader began walking and Padmé followed behind. -----signature----- Dutiful Padawan of Darth_Leia_6669 Forever - A/P Fluffy Vig - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28887666/p1 OS - V/P AU - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10476/28479731 SB - Aotc/Rots AU - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28579788
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KELIA Title: Fan Fiction Moderator Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/16 3:48am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/16/08
	I love it when a story reaches a happy point! I can't help but wonder, though, what Vader plans on doing with the rest of the Naberries. Loved his negotiation techniques with Watto Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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Helen_Taft Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 6/16 5:03am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/16/08
	Oh Lordy! I hope that Padme manages not to be 'insolent' to Shmi too! Nice rescue scene at Jabba's and 'ride off in the sunset' moment. I like the way you've switched things around so that it's Padme leaving her family behind on Tatooine--although, at least they've been freed too. I can't wait to see the effect living around Padme will have on Vader. I'm also wondering if him using the name Skywalker is indicative of a slight mental shift? Great update! -----signature----- Purgatory (A/P AU) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28225076/ I Asked An Angel If I Could Fly (SPN) - http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28873939/p1/?0
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 6/16 5:36am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/16/08
	Interesting... well, good news is that Vader won't kill Shmi's new assistant. And I loved Anakin and Watto-- if only he had done that in the movies! I would have been like "Yeah! GET HIM!" LOL! -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/17 6:07am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/16/08
	I wonder what will happen next? I can't wait to find out. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Lisbev Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 6/25 12:48am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) Chapter 6 - Date Edited: 9/10 10:16am (3 edits total) Edited By: Lisbev
	Thank you all for reading & leaving such great reviews. KELIA I love it when a story reaches a happy point! I can't help but wonder, though, what Vader plans on doing with the rest of the Naberries. Loved his negotiation techniques with Watto. Guess Watto is lucky he’s still alive. Helen Taft Oh Lordy! I hope that Padme manages not to be 'insolent' to Shmi too! Nice rescue scene at Jabba's and 'ride off in the sunset' moment. I like the way you've switched things around so that it's Padme leaving her family behind on Tatooine--although, at least they've been freed too. I can't wait to see the effect living around Padme will have on Vader. I'm also wondering if him using the name Skywalker is indicative of a slight mental shift? You noticed the little sunset moment. It was a tender moment for them, even if they were both oblivious to it. Very perceptive you are (trying to sound like Yoda), Padmé’s presence has caused him to have a mental shift, we’ll just have to see how much. He-he. Quigonjecca Interesting... well, good news is that Vader won't kill Shmi's new assistant. And I loved Anakin and Watto-- if only he had done that in the movies! I would have been like "Yeah! GET HIM!" LOL! I agree, Watto is such scum! VaderLVR64 wonder what will happen next? I can't wait to find out. Lets just say Vader is in for a little surprise. A/N: Starting from this point on, Vader - Ani/Anakin & Skywalker will be used interchangeably throughout the paragraphs, depending on whose thoughts are being explored. You’ll see Ani/Anakin being used when the paragraph is exploring Shmi’s thoughts, Skywalker will be used for Padmé, he refers to himself as Darth Vader and naturally his subordinates refer to him as Lord Vader. Hope that wasn’t too confusing. Ch 6 – Not This Again! The EXECUTOR Star Destroyer Space Station Padmé was in complete of the awe of the enormous space station. Her beautiful face was full of wide eyed wonder as she followed Skywalker up several lifts and long hallways. Every time they passed someone, that person would halt and bow to him. He must be someone really important, she thought to herself. They came upon a massive room, which by the looks of it, was probably the operations headquarters of the space station. “This is the command bridge of this vessel. This is where I’m at most of the time. You may only come here in the event of an emergency.” Vader sternly informed the girl. Two men standing on the bridge turned around to greet their commander. They both bowed respectfully, but only one spoke. “Lord Vader, you’re back. I hope everything is in order with the clones.” Completely ignoring the inquiry, Vader introduced Padmé to his top officers. “This is Admiral Ozzel and Captain Piett. You may seek their assistance if I’m not available when an emergency arises. Padmé will be my mother’s new assistant.” Padmé greeted the two officers with a polite smile and a courteous nod. “Miss Padmé, that beautiful name suits you.” Admiral Ozzel commented as his eyes drank in the young lady’s captivating features. Vader fought the urge to force choke the twit of an admiral standing before him. “Come.” Vader beckoned the girl to follow him. The two men saluted their commander as he and the young lady took their leave. Knowing all too well of the history behind Lady Skywalker’s assistants, they shared an incredulous glance at one another as the forms of their commander and the young lady disappeared through the archway of the bridge. “What a pity, she’s much to pretty to be …” Ozzel stopped mid sentence. Letting out a long sigh, Piett merely nodded in acknowledgment. Vader felt the veins in his neck pulsating with irritation as he led Padmé out of the command bridge. Introducing his mother’s assistants to his officers was a common occurrence. Ozzel checking them out was also not unusual. There hadn’t been a single girl, attractive or not that didn’t fall victim to Ozzel’s wandering eyes and grimy thoughts. This never bothered Vader before, but today was different. It had not happened yet, but Vader knew in the pit of his gut that one of these days, Ozzel’s failure to control his baser instincts would sabotage the efficiency of their missions. Piett on the other hand, was someone he was becoming more impressed with by the day. Vader knew that Padmé was by far the prettiest of all his mother’s assistants, but Piett managed to remain unaffected. The young lord appreciated this. Competency and professionalism were the key elements to success and Peitt so far, had done a good job of it. It seemed like they had been walking forever when Skywalker said, “We’re nearly there; my quarters are at the far end of the top and last floor.” They finally stopped at a slider door. He entered a code into a numbered panel, and there was a beeping noise before the door slid open. Stepping inside another hallway, Skywalker entered the code again after the door slid shut. Padmé followed him to the end of the corridor and into a large room where an elegant looking woman was sitting on a plush couch. “Mom, I’m back,” Anakin announced his arrival before leaning down to kiss his mother on the cheek. Looking up from her embroidery work, Shmi’s heart sank when she saw the lovely young lady standing next to her son. “Darling, who’s this?” Anakin introduced the two women. “This is Padmé, she’s going to be your new assistant. Padmé, this is my mother Shmi.” “Nice to meet you, Milady,” Padmé softly greeted as she studied the face of her new mistress. Although her facial features held the appearance of a woman in her late thirties, her eyes looked weary and much older than that. “Dear, you may call me Shmi.” “I’ve got to get back to the command bridge,” Anakin said then exited. “Let me show you around. Let’s start over there,” Shmi nodded her head toward the other end of the long hallway. “This is Lord Vader’s room; he likes his personal space so NEVER go in here. Threepio will take care of everything for him,” Shmi said in gentle but firm voice. “Threepio, this is Padmé, my new assistant,” she told the gold plated droid. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Padmé,” the droid greeted with her with a cultured accent. Shmi watched the girl’s eyes scan the room in wonderment. “And next door is his sparring room, NEVER go in there either,” Shmi said as she led her new assistant to another room. “That room is bigger than my whole house on Tatooine. And oh, did you say Lord Vader? Isn’t his name Skywalker?” Padmé asked feeling a bit confused. “He told you to call him Skywalker? That’s different,” Shmi was puzzled. He hadn’t referred to himself as Anakin or Skywalker since Palpatine gave him the Darth Vader title. Shmi was the only one he allowed to call him by Anakin or Ani anymore. Again Padmé felt awe struck as Shmi continued to show her around. The amenities in Skywalker’s quarters were beyond anything she could have possibly imagined, especially since it was just for two people. There was a kitchen, dining, library, as well as an entertainment room. They were back where they started, “You’ve seen my room already, and yours is next door to mine.” Shmi said as she pushed a button on the wall. The door slid open and Shmi led Padmé inside. It was much smaller than Skywalker and his mother’s rooms, but it was plush in comparison to her room back home, which she had shared with her sister. “And oh, I almost forgot. You’ll have to use my fresher. Ani … I mean Lord Vader forgot to have one installed for this room when he designed this unit. There’s another fresher in his room, but you’ll need to remember his room is off limits." Shmi warned her new assistant again. Lord Vader. Padmé didn’t like the sound of his title. It had such a menacing ring. “Why don’t you get settled in and get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning,” Shmi said then left. - - - THREE MONTHs LATER I’m going insane, Padmé thought to herself. She was bored out of her mind. Having been a slave all her life, she was used to being worked beyond the point of exhaustion. The young assistant was so bored that she often found herself counting all the things she didn’t have to do. She didn’t need to cook as food was delivered. And it was not just any food; they dined on the most delicious gourmet feasts three times a day. She didn’t have to do any cleaning or laundry either. Threepio took care of keeping the place tidy and he did the laundry as well. She didn’t have to do any gardening as there wasn’t a garden to tend to. The space station was void of anything organic, save for the few plants in Shmi’s room. Sometimes the young assistant wished for the simple task of taking out the trash, but even that luxury was denied to her as a janitorial droid came every evening and hoisted the bag away. The only things Padmé did was help Shmi with organizing her enormous closet and helping her with her projects, which consisted of all the usual needle craft stuff that typical women of means engaged in. And those things while fun at first, Padmé soon found herself more frustrated. Even with Shmi’s careful instructions and ever so patient guidance, everything she knitted or embroidered came out crooked and down right ugly. The one thing that was working out perfectly for Padmé was that she truly enjoyed Shmi’s company. Skywalker’s mother was reserved and distant at first, but once they had a chance to become better acquainted, Padmé found the lovely lady to be amazingly kind and patient. Shmi even comforted her when she suffered from a severe bout of homesickness. The motherly hug did wonders for Padmé’s aching heart. To Padmé’s dismay, she wasn’t successful at reciprocating the same comfort for her mistress. Shmi was so sad all the time and even when she smiled, the smile never quite reached her eyes. She misses her son, the young assistant concluded after she realized she had not seen him for the entire three months she had been living there. Skywalker, Lord Vader or who ever he was, wasn’t around much, during the day at least. Padmé only heard his boots exit the quarters very early in the day and return very late at night. There was even a period of a few weeks where he didn’t return at all. He informed his mother over the comlink that he was going on some mission, and that he wouldn’t be back for an extended amount of time. The young assistant wondered what in Hutt’s hell could possibly be keeping him so busy that he couldn’t even spare a morsel of a moment for his poor mother, who missed him so much that she was getting hopelessly depressed. - - - Three months. Shmi counted the days since Padmé’s arrival. Apparently Anakin had been very busy since his return. He was so busy that he failed to make his surprise visits like he routinely did with the previous assistants. Thankfully he had been returning to the quarters quite late, after she and Padmé had retired and then he left before they were both up. While she missed her son dearly and yearned to see him, Shmi continually reminded herself that it was better this way. “Hi Mom.” Shmi looked up at the sound of her son’s voice, her heart pounding wildly with trepidation. A lump formed at the base of her throat as she watched his eyes scan her room, “Where’s Padmé?” “Uhh … she’s … she’s …” Shmi attempted to explain, but was quickly cut off. “Kriff! Not this again!” Vader bellowed as he retreated to the hall where the holo-security panel was mounted. He was about to punch in the surveillance code when the door slid open. “Ahh!” Padmé gasped, nearly bumping into his large frame as she bolted right past him. “Where have you been?!” He demanded while following her into his mother’s room. “Kriff girl! Answer me!” - TBC - Thanks for reading Please let me know if you wanna be added or removed from the PM list. Thanks, Lisi -----signature----- Dutiful Padawan of Darth_Leia_6669 Forever - A/P Fluffy Vig - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28887666/p1 OS - V/P AU - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10476/28479731 SB - Aotc/Rots AU - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28579788
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Helen_Taft Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 6/25 9:50am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/25
	OMG! That is such an evil cliff-hanger! How could you leave it there??? I hope you're typing fast because I need to know what happens next...like now! LOL Wonderful update, Lisbev. I really like the detail you've put in on life for Padme as Shmi's assistant. -----signature----- Purgatory (A/P AU) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28225076/ I Asked An Angel If I Could Fly (SPN) - http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28873939/p1/?0
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KELIA Title: Fan Fiction Moderator Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 6/26 11:10am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/25
	“Where have you been?!” He demanded while following her into his mother’s room. “Kriff girl! Answer me!” Ani, Ani, Ani - calm down for Force's sake! She's on a ship, there's only so many places she could have been. I just hope she was smart enough to stay away from Admiral Ozzel great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/26 11:16am Subject: RE: OSMOSIS (Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi - Romance/Family) updated 6/25
	The Naberrie household had become eerily quite since Vader returned with the slave deactivator from Watto. Padmé didn’t have much to pack but she dragged out the process for as long a possible. “We really need to get going,” Vader finally said then walked outside. “I’m almost done,” Padmé replied in a shaky voice. A few moments later the entire Naberrie family came out too. The three women hugged again and cried once more. Mr. Naberrie hugged his baby girl, then pulled back and gave her a nod. Vader began walking and Padmé followed behind. Okay, where will they go from here? Great update! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Lisbev Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 7/9 11:12pm Subject: RE: OSMOSIS - AU, Vader/Anakin/Padme, Shmi - Chapter 7 - Date Edited: 9/15 8:52pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Lisbev
	A/N: I’m sure everyone knows already, but for those itty bitty tiny few who are not familiar with the Star Wars Extended Universe stuff, there is a reference to an EU species in this chapter. In a nutshell, the FALLEEN are a species of exotic, cold-blooded reptilian that are capable of exuding pheromones which make them irresistible. More info on this species is available on Wookieepedia.com A/R: Helen_Taft OMG! That is such an evil cliff-hanger! How could you leave it there??? I hope you're typing fast because I need to know what happens next...like now! LOL. Wonderful update, Lisbev. I really like the detail you've put in on life for Padme as Shmi's assistant. YAY! I did an evil cliffy! Yes, I worked really hard on that. He-he. I’m so happy you noticed the stuff about Padme and Shmi, that was the main thing I was trying to convey in this chap. KELIA Ani, Ani, Ani - calm down for Force's sake! She's on a ship, there's only so many places she could have been. I just hope she was smart enough to stay away from Admiral Ozzel. You’re so right, he does need to take a chill pill. And as for Ozzel, regretfully his life isn’t in danger, yet. VaderLVR64 Okay, where will they go from here. Hopefully anger management classes, but I doubt it. He-he. Ch 7 – Funny Girl “Please, Mister Skywalker, this will take only a few seconds.” Padmé blurted then quickly sat down beside Shmi. “I will not tolerate your insolence!” He took a few steps closer to where the two women were sitting, but halted mid stride as his eyes caught sight of what Padmé was doing for his mother. “Hold on, this is going to sting for a bit, but once the bacta patch starts working, the pain should diminish significantly.” Padmé wiped the blood from Shmi’s palm then carefully affixed the patch onto the cut. “There, much better!” She exclaimed after the patch’s edges were perfectly smoothed out. “The infirmary sure is far. I ran and came back right away, and still I think it took like fifteen minutes.” The young assistant said thoughtfully as she looked up from Shmi’s palm. “We’ll see about that.” Vader spat before retreating to the hallway where the holo-security panel was mounted. Padmé looked at Shmi in confusion. She was about to get up and follow Skywalker into the hall, but stopped when Shmi silently placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, gesturing for her to remain seated. Vader didn’t sense any deceit in the girl’s words, but she was obviously lying. As the commander of The Executor, he knew the vessel’s layout better than the features of his own face. The infirmary was in the most obscure location of the ship. Considering the long distance from his quarters to the infirmary, it would be quite unlikely for a person with her stature to make the trip to and from in the amount of time she claimed. It took only a few moments for the holo-security panel to display the results. Vader closed his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure he hadn’t misread the numbers. Fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds. From the time she excited to the time she returned, the total trip to the infirmary and back to his quarters took Padmé less than fifteen minutes. Fourteen fifty-nine, Skywalker repeated to himself as he continued to stare blankly into the holo-security panel. Impossible! His eyebrows scrunched together in disbelief as he pondered how the girl could have managed such an unlikely feat. Leaps, rolls and summersaults? Out of nowhere, an image of the girl’s tiny form doing these contorted stunts through the ship’s hallways played out in his mind like a low budget holomovie gone horribly wrong. An involuntary grin to creep onto the commander’s handsome face as the raging anger within him was soon overshadowed by sheer amusement. Leaps, rolls and summersaults were quite unlikely, but then again the girl had just accomplished the unlikely. How did those short little legs carry her so fast? Resisting the overwhelming urge to laugh, Skywalker cleared his throat with a subdued grunt before walking into his bedchamber. - - - Later that night, during dinner … “How does your hand feel?” Padmé asked Shmi before taking a bite of food. It was the very first time Skywalker was present for dinner since her arrival three months ago. Opening her left palm, Shmi eyed the bacta patch with fascination. “It feels fine,” she answered thoughtfully. She continued to examine her hand for a few more moments before she spoke again, “It’s absolutely perfect, you did an excellent job, dear.” She looked up, offering a bright smile to her young assistant. Her worst fears were not realized and for that she was utterly grateful. Thank the Maker. Anakin looked up from his plate of food just in time to catch his mother’s beautiful smile. She smiled, a REAL smile. He felt his throat constrict, he hadn’t seen her smile since forever … since before his apprenticeship with the Emperor began. Anakin was not delusional about his mother’s grief, but he convinced himself that all this was for her. He was at the Emperor’s beck and call so that she would want for nothing and more than that, he could keep her safe from the scum and villainy of the galaxy. And one day, when the throne became his, he would see her proud, genuine smile return. It was just a matter of time. “Ani, sweetheart, look what a wonderful job Padmé did on my hand.” She held her palm out for her son to see. “Yes, that’s nice.” He mumbled then quickly resumed eating as if he didn’t care. “Uh, Mister Skywalker? You were asking me about something earlier, but I was so worried about Shmi’s hand that I really didn’t hear you.” “Never mind, it’s nothing.” He said dismissively, pretending to concentrate on finishing his dinner. Kriff! MISTER Skywalker? He didn’t like that she referred to him as mister, but he didn’t want her to call him by Lord Vader or Anakin either. - - - After dinner Anakin retired to his room while Padmé went to help Shmi get ready for bed. A while later Shmi asked Padmé to get her some warm milk. “Ani, darling, could you please help me with this?” Shmi called to her son from her bedchamber. “I’ll be right there,” Anakin answered from across the hall. With the glass of warm milk in hand, Padmé stepped into the hall just as Skywalker was making his way toward his mother’s room. “Ahh!” She gasped as they came within mere centimeters of colliding with each other. “Uhh … excuse me!” She dashed into Shmi’s bedchamber, “Here you go Shmi, goodnight.” She handed the glass to her mistress then quickly turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, “Ahh!” “Wo ... watch it,” Skywalker had tried to take a step back to avoid the collision but it was too late. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were right behind me.” Padmé hastily apologized for crashing into him then rushed to her room and shut the slider door behind her. Shmi was in her closet and did not see what had happened but she did hear Padmé’s screech. “Padmé, are you alright, dear?” “She went back to her room already.” Anakin explained as he stepped into his mother’s closet. “What happened? I thought I heard her scream.” Shmi asked, hoping nothing had happened to upset him. Shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t know, Anakin simply offered, “I think she was startled by my sudden appearance.” Letting out a soft sight of relief, Shmi allowed herself to drift back to the task at hand. “Sweetheart, this seems to be stuck.” Anakin fixed the hinge on his mother’s closet door then returned to his room. Getting into bed, he fought the urge to laugh as the image of Padmé’s red face flickered in his mind. The funny girl had managed to make him laugh, twice in a single night. This wasn’t right, he was Darth Vader, Lord of the Galactic Empire. Sith Lords get angry, bellow in fury, kill, smirk evilly, but … laugh? Never. Padmé’s room … Taking several deep breaths, Padmé sat on her bed and tightly clutched the single stuffed animal she had brought from home. Her flush face burned hot from the humiliating disaster; this was the single most embarrassing incident in her entire life. She had done a face plant right into Skywalker’s bare chest. Tatooine was a warm planet and guys there went shirtless all the time. Skywalker’s torso though, was … WOW. She had never seen a more perfect specimen of a man’s chest. Padmé struggled to push the images out of her mind. Strong, broad shoulders, muscular arms, rippled abs and … sleep pants that hung a bit too low on his hips. Ahhh!!! And unfortunately for Padmé, there were more horrors to be realized. When her face smashed into the wall of taut flesh, her nose got so squished that his masculine scent forcefully shot up her nostrils. Collapsing onto her bed, the young assistant screamed in her mind, Poison! I’ve been poisoned! She didn’t recall smelling any cologne on him, but Padmé was sure Skywalker was wearing something with Falleen-type pheromones mixed in it. Why else would she be feeling so flustered and intoxicated? - - - The next morning they had breakfast together; this time there was a thick awkwardness that permeated the air like burnt toast. Shmi figured it had something to do with the quirky grin on her son’s face and the strange silence from her usually talkative assistant. “Padmé, are you alright, dear? You seem distant today.” Shmi asked after noticing that Padmé’s face was lowered and her eyes were fixed on her breakfast as if it was going to grow legs and run off the plate. “I’m … just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all.” Padmé replied hesitantly as she stole a slight glance in his direction. He was wearing a tunic this morning and for that, she was utterly relieved. Placing her fork down, Shmi placed her hand over Padmé’s and give it a light squeeze. “I know you miss your family. I’m so sorry, dear. Maybe we can write them a letter later.” “That would be nice, thank you.” The young assistant thanked her mistress both for the kind gesture and the merciful distraction from him. Padmé did miss her family, all the time as a matter of fact, but they weren’t the reason why she had a restless night. Padmé finally found the courage to speak to him as they finished breakfast. “Uhh, Mister Skywalker? I have a confession to make.” “Oh?” A confession? Looking up from the data pad he was reading, Vader stared at the girl expectantly as the expression on his face began to harden. Shmi felt the blood drain from her face. “Padmé, I need your help with … something. Come.” Padmé didn’t mean to ignore Shmi’s request; she just wanted to inform Skywalker about what she had done. “I sort of broke Threepio’s neck …” “Broke?!” Vader huffed, his voice sounding a little more than agitated at this point. “I mean … it’s not broken … but …” Padmé attempted to continue her explanation but was abruptly cut off. “Which is it?! He’s either broken or he’s not!” Vader exclaimed through clenched teeth. Padmé swallowed nervously, “Well … neither, he’s uhh … crooked. You didn’t notice?” Summoning the strength within her, the beautiful brunette lifted her head to look at him. Her deep chestnut orbs welled up with tears as she prepared herself for the apology. “I’m so sorry, his neck was getting stuck when he shifted it to the left so I tried to fix it, but it didn’t quite work out right.” Her voice was barely above a whisper by the time she finished her confession. Apparently, Skywalker had not noticed Threepio’s condition. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t seen Threepio at all since he returned the night before. “Threepio!” He demanded. “You called, Master Vader?” The gold plated droid trotted over to his maker, his head very crooked indeed. “Padmé come with me now. I really need your help.” Shmi said while urgently tugging Padmé’s arm to follow her into the kitchen. Ignoring his mother’s plea, Skywalker simply stood up from his chair. “Let me show you something,” He gestured for his mother’s assistant to follow him. “Threepio, come.” “Please Ani, can this wait? I really need Padmé’s help right now.” Shmi pleaded again, her breathing was becoming more shallow with every passing second. “This won’t take long.” His flat tone offered no room for negotiation. All the other times never took long either. Shmi’s heart thumped louder and louder as she watched her son lead Padmé into … his sparring room? Gods! He had never done this inside their quarters before. Gods no! There was still hope; she had to at least try. Shmi held her breath as she stepped into the sparring room. - TBC - Thanks for reading -----signature----- Dutiful Padawan of Darth_Leia_6669 Forever - A/P Fluffy Vig - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28887666/p1 OS - V/P AU - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10476/28479731 SB - Aotc/Rots AU - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28579788
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Helen_Taft Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 7/10 1:54am Subject: RE: Osmosis (AU, Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi) - updated 7/9
	LOL You had me laughing and snickering like crazy through this update. I loved how you had Vader being so wrong-footed about Padme. That was a great little touch, BUT my favourite was definately the collisions. I can't wait to see what it is that Anakin wants to show Padme, and for him to realise he could have more of Shmi's real smiles very, very easily. Great update, hun! -----signature----- Purgatory (A/P AU) - http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28225076/ I Asked An Angel If I Could Fly (SPN) - http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_fan_fiction/b10808/28873939/p1/?0
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KELIA Title: Fan Fiction Moderator Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/10 7:11pm Subject: RE: Osmosis (AU, Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi) - updated 7/9 - Date Edited: 7/10 7:11pm (2 edits total) Edited By: KELIA
	Hmmm...Vader is actually impressed with Padme! I like seeing him all flustered. Strong, broad shoulders, muscular arms, rippled abs and … sleep pants that hung a bit too low on his hips. That was the single highlight of the whole story, IMHO Great update -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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Quigonjecca Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/10 7:34pm Subject: RE: Osmosis (AU, Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi) - updated 7/9
	Very nice. Though, I am worried about what Anakin will do to Padme. He seems like of bipolar-- I guess that's what sith lords are like though. -----signature----- Voted Best New Author in the 2008 Saga Awards! "Dark Child" http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27658856/p1/?14
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/11 4:52am Subject: RE: Osmosis (AU, Vader/Anakin/Padmé, Shmi) - updated 7/9
	Strong, broad shoulders, muscular arms, rippled abs and … sleep pants that hung a bit too low on his hips. I had to really study this section here. And make notes. With diagrams. You know, just to make sure there were no TOS violations. All part of the job! Then I realized that all of the TOS violations were in MY mind. OOPS. Great update! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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