Who: Thomas Raith, Anakin Skywalker, Padme Naberrie What: Waking up day one of tether plot When: Back in February Where: Thomas' house Rating/Warnings: Low to medium Status: Complete when posted
The thing that tipped it off to Anakin that his current circumstances were abnormal was the lack of Majy licking his face – his pet’s preferred way of waking him up in the morning.
He blinked a few times before it registered that this wasn’t his room. But he didn’t know how concerned he should be until he pushed himself up and he became aware that there were two other people in the bed with him, one on each side.
Getting black out drunk or high was not his thing, so it was a great mystery how this happened without any memory of the events leading up to this moment.
And now he was picking his brain for an easy way to slip out before anyone noticed.
But then he got a closer look at the man to his side and any thoughts of stealth went out with his exclamation, “What the fuck?!”
And he just made things worse in his scramble to get out of the bed, limbs knocking against limbs, and the blankets came with him as he fell off the back of the bed. None of this was quiet on his part.
Padme was not a morning person. If she had it her way, nothing would ever happen before 10 am, especially not when she was up late enjoying a night surf. She hadn’t meant to be out so late, but when you got into the flow ….
The last thing she remembered was taking a shower, braiding her hair, putting on a pair of shorts and a tank top, and falling fast asleep on her bed...which last she checked didn’t have these luxurious sheets. Still. She wriggled her way into the blankets more, enjoying the warmth until she heard Anakin’s voice yelling and felt the shock of the blankets being pulled off of her.
Wait. Anakin?
Her eyes shot open and she looked down, around, and everywhere. This was NOT her place. This was NOT her bed. This was -- holy crap, was that Thomas Raith?!
Padme rubbed furiously at her eyes. “What in the world is going on here?”
This wasn’t the first time Thomas had woken up to find someone unexpectedly in bed with him. Or even two someones as the second voice filtered through the sleep cloud around his brain and he groaned as he reached out to grab a pillow and put it over his head. “Somehow I don’t have a hangover yet and if I could avoid that for a few more minutes I’ll love you both forever.” It took him a few more seconds to realize that he hadn’t drank that much the night before so a hangover wouldn’t be coming at all.
He moved the pillow off his head, sitting up in the bed to look at his two bedmates. Anakin he recognized and shot him a cocky wink before turning his attention to the young lady with them. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Thomas Raith.”
Oh, Padme knew who he was. As much as she hated celebrity gossip, she loved it. She loved watching awards shows, loved looking at the outfits and loved the gossip, even if she never spread it herself. It was fun to get lost in that world without being in it.
“I cried so much watching The Broken Lights, i actually had to stay home from work the next day, my heart hurt so much. And Grey Snow? You were robbed. That Oscar should have been yours. Leonard Janning did not deserve it at all,” she gushed out, her brown eyes wide with idolation.
“Anakn!” She turned to look at him. “It’s Thomas Raith!”
Anakin gawked in disbelief as Thomas just laid there being Thomas. And then as Padme gushed over him.
Anakin’s awareness of media was touch and go, sometimes he knew things, sometimes he didn’t. But he was rarely enamored by it.
And plus, this was Thomas.
“Ya! I know!” He said scrambling to his feet - bare feet, and under that look from Thomas, he was suddenly aware he was shirtless and it bothered him for some reason.
“What did you do?” he asked, pointing at Thomas. Because Anakin’s first thought was that this was Thomas’ fault.
Thomas gave her that smile that had won him more than a few roles over the years. “I had to take a vacation after The Broken Lights actually. It was hard to film some of it.” And he’d wanted extra time with one of his costars but he didn’t think this young lady needed or wanted to hear about that. “You going to give me your name miss or am I supposed to guess?”
He had ignored Anakin’s question, well accusation, for as long as he could but he turned to look at him. “As far as I know - nothing. But then last night is kind of a blur. And no not because I drank too much. Wait - you’re in my bedroom. How do I know you didn’t do something Anakin?”
“Anakin doesn’t have magic powers,” Padme responded, raising her brows. This was absurd. She was in bed with two men. Two. She couldn’t even remember the last time she was in bed with one man. This made no sense at all. “So since neither Anakin or I really drink, and I don’t think any of us have a secret drug problem, can I safely assume this is another one of those weird Multiverse quirks at play?” That was probably the best answer.
Hopping off the bed, she stretched up on her toes, her shirt lifting slilghtly to show a peek of her stomach before she pulled it down and blushed slightly. Right. She was in her pajamas. “I’m going to assume the bathroom is over in ...that direction,” she said, waving towards the door. She didn’t really even need to go, but she needed some space to think.
Too bad for Padme that she didn’t get very far before she felt a tugging , something deep within her. Frowning, she continued to go and suddenly felt a sharp pull, launching her back onto the bed with a loud ‘omph’. “What...what was that?,” she asked. “I couldn’t move … is it just me?”
“Because it’s me, Thomas,” Anakin got in, just to point out the obvious. He wasn’t ever quiet about not wanting to meet Thomas. And Anakin was going to say more but Padme springing back from the other side of the room cut him off, his attention was solely on her.
“Padme!” He went to her side. “What the hell? Are you okay?”
Thomas shifted slightly as Padme was launched back towards the bed, a curious look on his face. “I think that’s exactly what we have to assume it is. Are you okay?” he asked, choosing to ignore Anakin’s comment because he couldn’t exactly argue it. But it did sting that he was being accused of having something to do with this when there was no proof.
“I’m fine,” Padmé answered, brushing them both off with a bashful look on her face. There was no way she looked good, legs splayed and hair a mess from that sudden jump, and she suddenly felt a little embarrased. “But I think this might be one of those OC things you were talking about before, Anakin.” She thought for a moment before looking at him. “Why don’t you try walking away, slowly though, and try to ..feel if you can get any farther? It might be that I can’t get away from you guys, but maybe it’s vice versa?”
“Ya,” Anakin nodded. He entertained very negative thoughts about this place. The only really good thing about this place were the people that lived through this mess with him.
He stood up and started walking away from Thomas and Padme. He slowed down when he got close to the point that Padme had reached before. He started to feel something in his gut and with each step it grew stronger.
He stopped. “There is something weird,” he said. “I can feel it. I think if I go any more I’ll do the same thing you did, Padme.”
“Two out of three. I’m going to guess that all three of us are bound this way. ...One of these days I’m going to move out of this insanity.” Thomas said, laying back on the bed and closing his eyes. “I’m not staying at either of your places so we’ll need to figure out what you’ll need to bring here for however long this lasts. I’ll drive.”