City of Stars: A Star Wars Fanfic

Revenge of the Sith

You were in so much pain. General Organa had you cornered in that elevator, and when you heard Kylo's voice ring out on the loudspeaker, your heart leapt into your throat. You opened your mouth to cry out for him, but you couldn't move. Whatever Leia was doing to you with her own wielding of the Force had you immobilized. You stared hard into her eyes, heart beating wildly against your ribcage as you fought back with your own sensitivity to the Force. You pushed at her hold on you, an instinctive snarl ripping from your chest.

"T-This isn't how I imagined meeting you, Your Majesty." You spat, her expression never once wavering. She looked as graceful and regal and calm as she had moments before and it made you hate her.

Leia's robes were a pristine white, her long brown hair worn in a tight bun secured to the back of her head. She was beautiful, and you could tell instantly where Kylo had gotten his good looks. "You are frightened and in pain. It doesn't have to be like this, don't fight it. I only want what is best for these children."

"By ripping them away from their father?"

Leia sighed heavily and shook her head. She looked so tired, eyes weary and heartbroken. It was pathetic, and you felt the light inside of you shrinking as you looked on her. She was a bright beacon of hope, always had been, and the embodiment of everything Kylo stood against. You wanted her to die.

"No, I don't want that. I want Ben to come home. I want the four of you to come home. It is not too late to veer off this destructive course you're on."

You considered her words for a moment. You knew they were sincere, but that didn't matter to you. You were not here to cater to her sentiment. You weren't sure how to handle the situation. If you acted quickly, you might be able to catch her off guard, but you would have to be careful. You knew Kylo was sensitive about his mother. He had killed his father easily, but every time he thought he was capable of taking out Leia, something held him back. You didn't want to risk upsetting him by causing her too much harm. So you took a breath between contractions and steadied yourself, forcing a tight-lipped smile.

"Let me go to him. Please? If you have an ounce of love in your heart for your son, you'd let him be there for the birth of his children."

Leia's jaw set, clearly not taking the bate as she shook her head sadly at you. "I was raised away from my own twin, on completely different planets, to protect us from our father. If Anakin Skywalker had been allowed the liberties you are asking for Ben, I'm not so sure I would be where I am today, or if I'd even still be alive."

She wanted to separate them? Is that what she thought she was getting away with here? You scoffed at her, though you winced as another contraction rolled from your lower back and wrapped around your midsection. "You preach separation, though you claim you want the four of us to come home? Your true intentions are clear, General. I will not wake up from hours of labor to find you have dumped my daughter's god only knows where. They're not yours, it's not your right!" You mustered up as much concentration as you were able, attempting to project the Princess backward, though she was much stronger than you, and did not budge.

"Please don't make me do this. If you cooperate--"

You spat at her, and it seemed as if the ever-majestic Leia Organa had finally lost her cool. With one wave of her hand, you were unconscious, and she caught you in her arms as you fell. Leia was stronger than she looked, and she scooped you into her arms with ease, carrying you swiftly toward the reactor room, where Chewbacca was no doubt waiting for her.

Kylo was tearing the base a part. By the time he had made it to the elevator, it was much too late, and he bent down to examine the evidence. He could still feel both yours and his mother's energy lingering about the area, he'd only just missed you. There was clear liquid and hints of blood dribbled about in the elevator, and Kylo followed the trail as fast as his legs would carry him. He was terrified, knowing that you must have been in labor. The twins were coming a little early, and you needed medical attention immediately. You were not your mother. You were not Padme. He would not lose you like this.