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Star Wars......SONG FIC..

Title: Cherish (9/2001)
Author: Rita Marx pinduck85@yahoo.com
Rating: G
Category: Songfic / AU
Characters: Anakin and Padame
Summary: Anakin comes to realize the depth of a new
emotion.
Setting: Naboo / Old Republic. Anakin is 13 years
old.
Generic Disclaimer: If you recognize it -- I don't own
it. If you don't recognize it -- I probably do own
it. And no, I'm not making any $$$ off this, the
Association said Republic dataries are no good -- only
real money.
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Note: <Personal thoughts> ^ Lyrics ^
Author's note: This is part 1 of dual set of songfics
that ends with _Happy Together_ The song used is
_Cherish_ by The Association (1966). **You may need to
call your local Oldies station to request the song.
It's an oldie, but a goodie.**

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Anakin and his Master were at the Royal Palace of
Naboo as representatives of their Order. After hours
of being polite to over-bearing politicians and other
dignitaries, he finds he can no longer quell the
strange emotion building within him. He slips
outdoors to a quiet corner of a garden near the
reception hall. Looking up at the brilliant stars
twinkling above as he seeks to calm himself.

The call of a night-bird beckons as he seeks refuge
from the crowd. Exotic flowers scent the breeze that
gently ruffles his hair and tugs at his braid. The
fragrance reminds him of her and does nothing to ease
the ache in his chest.

<I'm only thirteen, what do I know about these kinds
of things?> he asks silently. Laughing at himself, he
shakes his head at the mental image in his mind.
<What am I going to do? Drop to my knees in front of
the entire gathering and ask her to marry me, right
there on the spot? Oh, please, Anakin, get real!> he
moans. <How could she even think of marrying a
padawan like me when she has all those rich, powerful
men seeking her hand?>

He turns back catch a glimpse of the one woman he
cherishes as much as his dear mother. <How could any
of them possibly feel about you the way I do?>


^ Cherish is the word I use to describe ^
^ All the feeling that I have hiding here for you
inside. ^
^ You don't know how many times I've wished that
I had told. ^
^ You don't know how many times I've wished that
I could hold you. ^
^ You don't know how many times I've wished that
I could ^
^ Mold you into someone who could ^
^ Cherish me as much as I cherish you. ^


He carefully studies the crowd gathered around her --
her suitors. The men jockey for her undivided
attention. Each hope to be granted a private audience
with the beautiful, young queen. Each wish to press
his suit for her hand. Anakin knows it is a queen's
royal duty to marry well and thus form an unbreakable
alliance.


^ Perish is the word that more than applies ^
^ To the hope in my heart each time I realize ^
^ That I am not gonna be the one to share your
dreams. ^
^ That I am not gonna be the one to share your
schemes. ^
^ That I am not gonna be the one to share what
^
^ Seems to be the life that you could ^
^ Cherish as much as I do yours. ^


<How can I possibly compete with them?> he painfully
asks. <Anyone of them can give a queen everything she
could possibly want. What could I, a poor, lowly Jedi
Padawan, possibly have to give her? Nothing but a lot
of lonely days and the fear that one day I might not
come back.> He hangs he head as his feelings threaten
to overwhelm him. <No. I could never put her through
that. I know what it's like to be apart from the one
you love.> Suddenly, he finds it difficult to draw a
breath.

He looks carefully at each man surrounding her. <I
have no wealth, no power. What do I have to offer you
besides my heart?> he asks.


^ Oh, I'm beginning to think that man has never
found ^
^ The words that could make you want me. ^
^ That have the right amount of letters, just the
right sound ^
^ That could make you hear, make you see ^
^ That you are driving me out of my mind. ^


On a snatch of conversation heard through the opened
doors, he catches the sound of her voice. Her perfume
carried on the gentle breeze stirs his senses. It is
a fragrance he will always remember. His heart beats
to a nearly unbearable ache in his chest.


^ Oh, I could say I need you, but then you'd
realize ^
^ That I want you, just like a thousand other
guys ^
^ Who'd say they loved you with all the rest of
their lies ^
^ When all they wanted was to touch your face,
your hands, ^
^ And gaze into your eyes. ^


<Whomever you chose as your consort, I hope he'll make
you happy and treat you as I would.>


^ Cherish is the word I use to describe ^
^ All the feeling that I have hiding here for you
inside. ^
^ You don't know how many times I've wished that
I had told. ^
^ You don't know how many times I've wished that
I could hold you. ^
^ You don't know how many times I've wished that
I could ^
^ Mold you into someone who could ^
^ Cherish me as much as I cherish you. ^

^ And I do, cherish you. ^
^ And I do, cherish you. ^

^ Cherish is the word. ^


Anakin turns away from the tableau in the palace, away
from his torment. His heart is heavy and his eyes are
moist. His breath is caught in his throat as he
finally comes to realize the depth of this new
emotion.

He seeks his center to calm himself. Eventually, his
heart beats at a more acceptable level and he is, once
again, ready to face the crowd.

With one last glance at the night flowers and the
moon, he tugs on his tunics and straightens his robe.
Slowly he turns. His heart skips a beat as he gazes
into soft brown eyes that seem to glow with a gentle,
inner light. He notices the slight smile she allows
to curve her lips.

"Are you an angel?" he whispers.


+~*~+ FIN +~*~+




Title: Happy Together (9/2001)
Author: Rita Marx pinduck85@yahoo.com
Rating: G
Category: Songfic / AU
Characters: Anakin and Padame
Summary: Anakin spends a restless night thinking about
the girl he loves.
Setting: Coruscant / Old Republic. Anakin is 18
years old. Generic Disclaimer: If you recognize it
-- I don't own it. If you don't recognize it -- I
probably do own it. And no, I'm not making any $$$
off this, the Turtles said Republic dataries are no
good -- only real money.
Plot bunny: =:O and =+<:)
Death to all plot hares =:< Long live the plot
bunnies =:)
(Plot hares are responsible for all those annoying
kinks in story lines.)
Feedback: Please, my ego and my bunnies crave it.
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Note: <Personal thoughts> ^ Lyrics ^
Author's note: This is part 2 of dual set of songfics
that starts with _Cherish_ The song used is _Happy
Together_ by The Turtles (1966). **You may need to
call your local Oldies station to request the song.
It's an oldie, but a goodie.**

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Facing yet another restless night of tossing and
turning, Anakin finally throws aside the covers and
sits up rubbing his chest. A powerful, raw emotion
gnaws at him from the inside; from the region of his
heart.

<There is no emotion, there is peace> he tells himself
over and over, trying to convince himself. <Hah!
Whomever came up with that mantra never felt as I do.>


He turns around to study his reflection in the window,
but sees the face of another gazing back at him.


^ Imagine me and you, I do. ^
^ I think about you day and night. ^
^ It's only right ^
^ To think about the girl you love, ^
^ And hold her tight. ^
^ So happy together. ^


The ache in his heart continues, as does his
indecision. <Do I call, or not? What if she's
asleep? I don't want to wake her. What if she's in a
really important meeting? I don't want to disturb
her. What if...?>


^ If I should call you up. ^
^ Invest a dime, ^
^ And you say you belong to me, ^
^ And ease my mind ^
^ Imagine how the world could be, ^
^ So very fine. ^
^ So happy together. ^


In a huff, he gets up and begins to pace the length of
his room like a caged tiger. His mind replays every
wonderful moment of their last encounter. He can
still smell the exotic fragrance of her perfume. He
can still feel her skin, so soft beneath his
fingertips. He can still the hear the music of her
laughter. He can still see the smile she gives to
none, but him.


^ I can't see me loving nobody but you,
^
^ For all my life. ^
^ When you're with me baby the skies will
be blue, ^
^ For all my life. ^


Leaning his forehead against the cool wall, he bangs
his fist against it. Running both hands through his
hair he resumes his pacing.


^ Me and you, ^
^ And you and me. ^
^ No matter how they toss the dice, ^
^ It had to be. ^
^ The only one for me is you, ^
^ And you for me. ^
^ So happy together. ^


Anakin stands before his window. Gazing out at the
stars shining dimly above the glare of the city, he
sees one particular star twinkling more brightly than
the rest. The star lies in the direction of his
thoughts and his heart. In a rush, he lets his breath
out and draws another deep breath.


^ I can't see me loving nobody but you,
^
^ For all my life. ^
^ When you're with me baby the skies will
be blue, ^
^ For all my life. ^


He flops back down onto his sleep-couch and rolls over
on his stomach. He studies every detail of the
holo-pic on his nightstand. His heart beating in his
throat makes it difficult to swallow, to breathe.

^ Me and you, ^
^ And you and me. ^
^ No matter how they toss the dice, ^
^ It had to be. ^
^ The only one for me is you, ^
^ And you for me. ^
^ So happy together. ^


Rising his fingers to trace over the image, a tiny
jolt of energy skips across his skin.


^ Me and you, ^
^ And you and me. ^
^ No matter how they toss the dice, ^
^ It had to be. ^
^ The only one for me is you, ^
^ And you for me. ^
^ So happy together. ^
^ So happy together. ^
^ So happy together... ^


At last coming to a decision, he braces himself for
the riskiest action he has ever contemplated.
Cautiously, he enters the main living space of the
small apartment his shares with his Master.

He wipes his sweaty palms across his sleep pants and
over his hair, then across his pants again. Taking a
deep breath, he slowly raises a hand to the comm unit
to dial in an unlisted number.

After what seems like several, painfully long,
centuries, a sleepy-eyed image forms before him. "Oh,
hi Anakin. I was just...thinking about you."

+~*~+ FIN +~*~+



Title: The Mystic's Dream (9/2001)
Author: Rita Marx pinduck85@yahoo.com
Rating: G
Category: Songfic /AU
Characters: Qui-Gon / OFC
Summary: A young woman wonders, "Who are you, Master
Jedi?"
Setting: Unnamed world in the New Republic.
Generic Disclaimer: If you recognize it -- I don't own
it. If you don't recognize it -- I probably do own
it. And no, I'm not making any $$$ off this, the
Mystic said Republic dataries are no good -- only real
money.
Plot bunny: =:O and =+<:)
Death to all plot hares =:< Long live the plot
bunnies =:)
(Plot hares are responsible for all those annoying
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Feedback: Please, my ego and my bunnies crave it.
Flames will be nuked @={
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Note: ^ Lyrics ^
Author's note: The song used is _The Mystic's Dream_
by Loreena McKennit (1994)

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A young woman, barely out of her teens, sighs with
relief. It's been days since she began this journey.
Master Skywalker was kind enough to allow her some
time off from her training to pursue the mystery of
her dreams, where her Force-strength lies.

From the crest of the sand dune she surveys the
abandoned village that was forgotten after the Great
Jedi Purge. Reaching out with her mind she knows this
is the place of her dreams. Lost in her thoughts she
continues onward.

Parked near a crumbling fountain, in the central
square, she climbs out of the borrowed speeder and
begins following that elusive thread of the Force that
has guided her here.


^ A clouded dream on an earthly night ^
^ Hangs upon the crescent moon. ^
^ A voiceless song in an ageless light ^
^ Sings at the coming dawn. ^


A whisper heard only in her soul draws her toward an
unbroken section of wall.


^ Birds in flight are calling there, ^
^ Where the heart moves the stones. ^
^ There that my heart is longing for, ^
^ All for the love of you. ^


Slowly, almost reverently, she pulls back the
vegetation that survived the violence that once
visited this village.


^ A painting hangs on an ivy wall, ^
^ Nestled in the emerald moss. ^


A mosaic is revealed, preserved in almost perfect
condition. It is the portrait of a Jedi Knight from
before -- from the time when Jedi were the Guardians
of Peace throughout the galaxy. Before the dark times
when they were hunted down like mad dogs and killed in
the streets.


^ The eyes declare a truce of trust ^
^ Then it draws me far away. ^


She looks into sapphire eyes above a quirky grin.
Both, she realizes with a start, are a reflection of
her own.

She notices how the artist caught the twinkle in his
eyes as they hold her gaze. She feels as though,
somehow, he is peering deep into her very soul;
reaching out to her.

She shakes her head to clear her thoughts. "Who are
you, Master Jedi?" she asks in a soft voice.

She takes a moment to study his broken nose. The
longish brown hair and neatly trimmed beard give him a
leonine appearance. She admires the manner in which
he carries himself -- with a relaxed confidence.


^ Where deep in the desert twilight ^
^ Sand melts in pools of the sky. ^
^ Darkness lays her crimson cloak ^
^ Your lamps will call, call me home. ^


The cry of a night bird tears her attention away to
the setting sun as it paints the darkening sky. She
knows she's meant to camp here for the night, with
this brave Knight to watch over her. And her dreams.


^ And so it's there my homage's due ^
^ Clutched by the still of the night. ^
^ Now I feel, feel you move ^
^ And every breath, breath is full. ^


Lightly, she traces her fingers over his handsome
face. Knowing a little about the culture that once
thrived here, in what was once a vibrant river valley,
she can't help but wonder. "Who are you, Master Jedi?
Only great warriors were immortalized such as this;
with a mosaic of their great deeds."


^ And so it's there my homage's due ^
^ Clutched by the still of the night. ^
^ Even the distance feels so near ^
^ All for the love of you. ^


In her heart, she feels a loving kinship to this man.
She bows deeply, with great respect, to this Knight of
days gone by.

The moon begins its journey across the heavens as she
settles upon her bedroll. In the dim light cast by
her campfire, shadows dance across the Knight. His
image seems to come to life. As her eyes flutter
closed, her last vision is of her Knight standing
guard. "Who are you, Master Jedi?" she mumbles as
sleep claims her.


^ A clouded dream on an earthly night ^
^ Hangs upon the crescent moon. ^
^ A voiceless song in an ageless light ^
^ Sings at the coming dawn. ^


As she sleeps, a voice gently whispers to her dreams.


^ Birds in flight are calling there ^
^ Where the heart moves the stones. ^
^ There that my heart is longing for, ^
^ All for the love of you. ^


Nearby, a faint, bluish glow begins to outline the
Guardian.


+~*~+ FIN +~*~+



Title: Master! Master! (10/2001)
Author: Rita Marx pinduck85@yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Category: ***WARNING*** Slashy Smutty Songfic?
Characters: OW/OG
Summary: "Oh Master, Master, can't you see I'm
burning, burning?"
Setting: A tropical beach somewhere in the Old
Republic. Pre-TMP.
Generic Disclaimer: If you recognize it -- I don't own
it. If you don't recognize it -- I probably do own
it. And no, I'm not making any $$$ off this, the
Twins said Republic dataries are no good -- only real
money.
Plot bunnies: =:)|o| =:O =+<:)
Death to all plot hares =:< Long live the plot
bunnies =:)
(Plot hares are responsible for all those annoying
kinks in story lines.)
Feedback: Please, my ego and my bunnies crave it.
Flames will be nuked @={
Archive: You want it? You can have it. Drop me a
line so I can visit. :)
Note: Lyrics are indented.
Author's note: Song used is _Doctor! Doctor!_ by The
Thompson Twins (1984), [with some re-wording].
AN2: I never thought I'd ever get anywhere near the
slash arena, but this song bunny =:O wouldn't have
it any other way.

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The heat in his blood woke him. He reached out with
his senses and discovered his Master was not in the
bungalow. He tossed away the light coverlet and ran a
hand across his nape and down his chest. Recalling
the reason for his dampened skin, he cast out for his
Master again.

Wearing his swim trunks, Obi-Wan began the easy walk
through the soft coral sand. His destination was the
beach for a midnight swim to cool his fever.

The full moon, almost bright enough to read by, lit
his way. The seabreeze ruffled his hair, but did
nothing to cool his skin. He inhaled deeply the salty
tang of the sea. The sound of the surf breaking
onshore called softly to him.

He stopped not far from the water line to watch in awe
as Qui-Gon emerged from the surf like Neptune from his
realm. The dark shape of his Master silently studied
him, then shook the water from his mane.

The beads of water on Qui-Gon's chest sparkled as they
reflected the moonlight. Obi-Wan's gaze followed as
one bead ran along the angle of the collarbone, then
turned to slip downward between his pecs, between the
cut of his abs and continued farther down into the
waistband of his Master's swim trunks.

Drawn by an irresistible pull, Obi-Wan stepped closer;
closer, until he could feel the heat radiate off his
Master's body. He leaned in, closer still, until his
lips touched his Master's.

I saw you there.
Just standing there.
I thought I was only dreaming, yeah.
I kissed you then,
Then once again.

He pulled back to stare into the sapphire eyes he
wished to drown in.

You said you would come and dance with
me.
Dance with me
Across the sea.
We can feel the motion of a thousand
dreams.

Oh [Master, Master],
Can't you see I'm burning, burning.
[Master, Master],
Is this love I'm feeling?

Obi-Wan let his fingers drift down his Master's chest.
Reverently, he traced the outline of every sculpted
muscle. He saw the muscle over the heart twitch as
his fingers glided over the nipple. He heard
Qui-Gon's gasp.

The feel of his Master's damp skin was electric,
sending sparks of pleasure darting though his blood to
settle first in his stomach, then lower still.

Ships at night
Give such delight.
We all leave before the morning light.

He reached out as Qui-Gon began to turn away from him.
He could feel the uncertainty in his Master's mind.

Please don't go.
No, please don't go,
'Cause I don't want to stay here on my
own.

Oh [Master, Master],
Can't you see I'm burning, burning.
[Master, Master],
Is this love I'm feeling?
Oh [Master, Master],
Can't you see I'm burning, burning.
[Master, Master],
Is this love I'm feeling?

Obi-Wan sent a silent plea as his Master faced the
sea.

[Master], breathe your love on me,
breathe your love.
Take away my name, take away.
[Master], lay your hands on me,
Never be the same.

His stomach tightened, but not from his desire. He
was afraid his Master would now reject him for his
most improper advance. He was unsure of what to do,
or say to mend the rift his behavior may have created.


Oh [Master, Master],
Can't you see I'm burning, burning.
[Master, Master],
Is this love I'm feeling?
Oh [Master, Master],
Can't you see I'm burning, burning.
[Master, Master],
Is this love I'm feeling?

The sound of the gentle surf was drowned out by the
sound of his own frantic heartbeat. Slowly, his
Master turned back to face him. His breath caught in
his throat as he saw Qui-Gon's eyes deepen to cobalt.


Something new called to him through their bond;
something he had only dreamt about. He felt the fever
of desire build between them. It became stronger as
his Master approached.

He watched as Qui-Gon dipped his head to capture his
lips. After several playful nips and a few gentle
bites from his Master, he parted his lips.

His Master's tongue caressed his own and he moaned
softly for the shear pleasure of a desire fulfilled.

Come with me,
And make believe
We can travel to eternity.


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