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morally_cryptic) wrote2006-09-01 09:54 am
morally_cryptic) wrote2006-09-01 09:54 am
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August 2006 - Hope - ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Title/Prompt: When the world says, "Give up,"
Hope whispers, "Try it one more time." --Author Unknown
Character: Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker
Pairings: N/A
Character's fandom: Star Wars
Word count:
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am not Anakin. I am not Hayden. Purely doing this for entertainment and to better my writing skills. All Star Warsian things belong to George Lucas/Lucasarts/Lucasfilm/whatever and whoever that isn't me. Thank you, goodnight.
Every race he'd been in, he'd lost. No, scratch that, he hadn't even finished. One would think that being the only human anywhere capable of podracing would count for something except...it didn't. Maybe humans didn't race pods because they were actually honest unlike everybody else that raced. It seemed to young Anakin that it was impossible to win if he didn't cheat and his mother would be sad if he did something like that because it'd be wrong. But still...
...this last race was just too much to bear. He'd had a good chance, finally for at least coming in the top three, maybe even winning. They'd been almost there when Sebulba had interfered, flashing Anakin's pod with his exhaust vents, pushing him into his backwash. Anakin had lost control of his racer and only a whole lot of luck and his own innate knowledge of his pod had kept him from becoming a grease spot on the sands of Tatooine. In fact, he'd saved the pod. Well, mostly.
Stupid Sebulba, he always cheated and he always won and it just wasn't fair! Anakin was good at this, he knew it! Anybody else would have just died back there. That should count for something! But it didn't, and he knew it and now he had a long trudge back to Watto's shop where the Toydarian would lecture him for weeks about breaking the podracer.
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He was right about Watto and the shop. The blue alien was mad about Anakin losing so badly, shouting and cursing and even throwing things. He must have bet quite a bit on Anakin. This fact ought to have made the boy cheer up just a little -- Watto always bet on Sebulba since Sebulba always won any race he was in -- but really, it just made things worse. Not only did he break the pod, not only did he lose again, not only was Watto angry, and not only would his mother tell him just how frightened she'd been for him when he got home, now Watto was threatening to not let him race again. Ever.
Maybe it was just as well. Not like he'd win.
Anakin tuned out most of the rest of the Toydarian's tirade, consumed by his own self-pity until finally he was allowed to go home.
Now it was time for trudging back to the little hovel he shared with his mother, where when the boy entered, Shmi smiled softly at him, but he could see the worry in her eyes. She immediately pulled him to her, holding him tightly and for once he didn't protest at the display of "mushiness". For the moment all he wanted in the world was to be held by his mom. And then it came spilling out of him, about what Watto had said and the Toydarian's threats and how he'd been so sure he'd finish this time but then Sebulba cheated again and he'd crashed and it just wasn't fair and maybe he should be glad Watto might not let him race again because what was the use anyway?
Shmi held her son quietly, allowing him to let out all of the frustration and self-pity that had been building up within him all day before looking him in the eyes and smiling just slightly.
"You're a very special boy, Anakin. And I know you, give it time and you won't be able to resist racing again even as much as I worry what might happen to you." She kissed his forehead and wiped a bit of invisible dirt off his cheek, "it's not useless, love, and one day, soon I'm sure, you'll prove it. You never know what a new day will bring."
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of the boy's mouth, "really?"
She smiled again, "really." Another kiss to his forehead, "now go wash up for dinner."
As the boy grinned at his mother and went off to get cleaned up he contemplated his mother's words. She was always right -- just about -- maybe she was right about this too. Maybe he could do it. He would show them. Especially that Sebulba. He'd show everybody. Watto'd have to give him a chance soon, he didn't have anybody else to race the pod.
Little did Anakin realise that the new day would bring outlanders and an Angel into Watto's little shop...
Hope whispers, "Try it one more time." --Author Unknown
Character: Anakin Skywalker, Shmi Skywalker
Pairings: N/A
Character's fandom: Star Wars
Word count:
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I am not Anakin. I am not Hayden. Purely doing this for entertainment and to better my writing skills. All Star Warsian things belong to George Lucas/Lucasarts/Lucasfilm/whatever and whoever that isn't me. Thank you, goodnight.
Every race he'd been in, he'd lost. No, scratch that, he hadn't even finished. One would think that being the only human anywhere capable of podracing would count for something except...it didn't. Maybe humans didn't race pods because they were actually honest unlike everybody else that raced. It seemed to young Anakin that it was impossible to win if he didn't cheat and his mother would be sad if he did something like that because it'd be wrong. But still...
...this last race was just too much to bear. He'd had a good chance, finally for at least coming in the top three, maybe even winning. They'd been almost there when Sebulba had interfered, flashing Anakin's pod with his exhaust vents, pushing him into his backwash. Anakin had lost control of his racer and only a whole lot of luck and his own innate knowledge of his pod had kept him from becoming a grease spot on the sands of Tatooine. In fact, he'd saved the pod. Well, mostly.
Stupid Sebulba, he always cheated and he always won and it just wasn't fair! Anakin was good at this, he knew it! Anybody else would have just died back there. That should count for something! But it didn't, and he knew it and now he had a long trudge back to Watto's shop where the Toydarian would lecture him for weeks about breaking the podracer.
He was right about Watto and the shop. The blue alien was mad about Anakin losing so badly, shouting and cursing and even throwing things. He must have bet quite a bit on Anakin. This fact ought to have made the boy cheer up just a little -- Watto always bet on Sebulba since Sebulba always won any race he was in -- but really, it just made things worse. Not only did he break the pod, not only did he lose again, not only was Watto angry, and not only would his mother tell him just how frightened she'd been for him when he got home, now Watto was threatening to not let him race again. Ever.
Maybe it was just as well. Not like he'd win.
Anakin tuned out most of the rest of the Toydarian's tirade, consumed by his own self-pity until finally he was allowed to go home.
Now it was time for trudging back to the little hovel he shared with his mother, where when the boy entered, Shmi smiled softly at him, but he could see the worry in her eyes. She immediately pulled him to her, holding him tightly and for once he didn't protest at the display of "mushiness". For the moment all he wanted in the world was to be held by his mom. And then it came spilling out of him, about what Watto had said and the Toydarian's threats and how he'd been so sure he'd finish this time but then Sebulba cheated again and he'd crashed and it just wasn't fair and maybe he should be glad Watto might not let him race again because what was the use anyway?
Shmi held her son quietly, allowing him to let out all of the frustration and self-pity that had been building up within him all day before looking him in the eyes and smiling just slightly.
"You're a very special boy, Anakin. And I know you, give it time and you won't be able to resist racing again even as much as I worry what might happen to you." She kissed his forehead and wiped a bit of invisible dirt off his cheek, "it's not useless, love, and one day, soon I'm sure, you'll prove it. You never know what a new day will bring."
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of the boy's mouth, "really?"
She smiled again, "really." Another kiss to his forehead, "now go wash up for dinner."
As the boy grinned at his mother and went off to get cleaned up he contemplated his mother's words. She was always right -- just about -- maybe she was right about this too. Maybe he could do it. He would show them. Especially that Sebulba. He'd show everybody. Watto'd have to give him a chance soon, he didn't have anybody else to race the pod.
Little did Anakin realise that the new day would bring outlanders and an Angel into Watto's little shop...