Comfort Exposed

by Ewankenobi (PadawanEwan@aol.com)

Archive: MA

Rating: R

Pairing: O/ANI

Category: Angst, POV

Warnings: Dark and creepy.

Spoilers: None . . . sadly.

Feedback: Welcomed.

Summary: Companion piece to Hidden Comfort.

Disclaimers: Lucas owns Star Wars. Padawan E still has no Ewan of her own.

Notes: My Master, The Rose deserves thanks for another wonderful beta. One of these days I will write something light and fluffy. Not today>>> Evil grin.

I can smell her on you. You thought I never knew. I have known for many years.

I married her. I wanted you. I kept having sex with her, because she had your scent. It is the closest I will come to being with you.

You think that I really care that you are using my wife. I am bitter that you didn't come where you belonged, with me.

You are still thinking of Qui-Gon. I am the one that has been with you, wanting you. Even had he lived, I would have been drawn to you.

You tried to kill me when I turned and wiped the Jedi out. I still love you. I hate you even more.

You just never got it, did you? You could have loved me and none of this would have happened. I never wanted to be like this. When you think on your downfall, remember this. You brought this on.

You are so beautiful. People stare. To be near you has always a been cross between pleasure and pain. I tried so very hard to be what you wanted. I never was. Did you even notice? All you cared about was the Padawan. All you saw was the pupil, friend, the son you will never have.

I am locked in this suit now, more machine than man. My soul is black.

I have at least one good thing to look upon: my son. He will be my apprentice, in time. If I thought he was yours, I would kill him.

I know where you are hiding. I allow you to live. One day I will claim you, or kill you.

See you soon, my love.

End.