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You Can't Control Destiny (Completed)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 12132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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You Can’t Control Destiny – Chapter 6

The Hawaiian sunlight fell over the small group in the boat in blinding waves. Natalie gave thanks yet again for the sunglasses hiding her eyes from everyone else. This was paradise and no one needed to know she could be at the South Pole for all she cared. The only other thing she was thankful for was the presence of George, Rick, and John in the boat with her and Hayden. The tension between them twisted tighter every day and she just couldn’t take any more. Like a rubber band she was ready to snap. His eyes never looked at her but through her. Even with her sunglasses perched on her nose hiding her eyes he seemed to know when she peeked at him. His head turned away automatically. If the guilt weren’t so overwhelming she’d kick him!

A half hour earlier the boat had left the island of Kauai and headed west. Only now did their destination rise out of the Pacific like a glittering emerald. It was a tiny, volcanic island and Natalie could just make out a huge building nestled up from the beach across a grassy meadow. The closer they got the more breathtaking it became. Instead of white sand the black volcanic sand arced around the bay where a dock awaited them. Lush, verdant grasses swayed in the island breeze, the music of it in the palm leaves beckoning.

“It’s beautiful!” Natalie exclaimed in awe as she climbed out of the boat. She craned her head this way and that taking in the view from the beach to the house. “Such beautiful flowers!”

A carefully tended dirt track wound its way up a small incline towards the house. From their vantage t int in the jeeps they could see flowers of every vibrant color peeking over bushes, trailing around trees and scattered over the meadow. George explained that the island belonged to an eccentric old man who had more money than he knew what to do with. On vacation in Hawaii last year George had met the man by chance. In the process of dinner one evening, the man, Ken Uemura, told his story about his island retreat and its history in his heart.

As a young man he met a beautiful girl from the island of Maui. Lorelei. It was love at first sight for both of them. He was poor, however, and Polynesian. She was rich and white. Her parents forbid her from seeing him, but it was too late. One night she climbed out her bedroom window and they ran off and married. Immediately, they escaped to the island of Kauai.

Life was wonderful for them. They had no money but they worked hard for a man who took tourists out on cruises. Every penny they earned they saved. Lorelei may have been rich, but she was no snob. She tackled her tasks with a joyful heart and had the soul of an angel. Their boss was very kind to them and helped them here and there in return for their devotion to his business.

One day, out in one of the boats, they found this island. Ken said it was as green as her beautiful eyes. It was on the island where she later conceived and in the upcoming months they returned to it often. They would hatch their dreams of someday owning the island and bringing their children here. It would be their sanctuary, their retreat. Ken wanted to build her a castle worthy of her beauty. Lorelei just laughed happily and assured him that as long as she was with him a grass hut was a palace to her and she could want for no more.

When Lorelei was 7 months pregnant they made one more trip to the island. They chose the spot where they would build their house and Ken drove sticks into the ground marking the foundation. It was a happy trip home that day with their dreams in their hearts and their unborn child kicking away joyfully.

But all was not to be. As they climbed out of the boat Lorelei’s parents and two burly employees met them. There was a lot of shouting, her mother hysterical at the sight of Lorelei’s swollen belly. A half-breed. Ken was beaten by one of the men and the other spirited Lorelei to a car and shoved her in while she kicked and screamed desperately. Her father, who refused to go by boat, a lowly Polynesian form of transportation he sneered, physically forced his daughter into a plane and headed for Maui.

They never made it. That day all Ken’s reasons for living died. Only the father had survived. Lorelei had just turned 19. Ken was 20. Knowing Lorelei would never want him to take his own life or her father’s he worked. He worked hard. Bitterness drove him onward. Suing Lorelei’s father, he won enough money to help the fledgling cruise business and eventually bought it from his boss. He expanded it to other Polynesian paradises in the South Pacific and made millions. He even went after her father’s real estate business in a hostile take over.

And he bought the island. Their island. He called it Lorelei Island and the huge castle-like mansion he named simply Kyle Manor, after their unborn son. It became his sanctuary and few people had ever been there. He never remarried. His heart had been given completely to his only love.

George fell in love with the place and garnered permission from Ken without any fuss. “He took a shine to me,” George smiled as he finished the story. One look at it and he knew it was Padme’s and Anakin’s secret meeting place. Ken was delighted George wanted to use it in his movie. He confessed to being an avid Star Wars fan and said Lorelei would have loved the idea of their dream house showing up in a movie.

Hayden climbed out of the jeep so caught up in the story and the view he forgot himself and offered his hand to help Natalie down. Cursing himself silently at the slip he immediately let go of her hand when her feet touched the ground and gazed at the house.

Indeed, it resembled a smaller version of a castle. Built of stone and polished wood it looked like it had jumped out of the pages of a fairytale. Up the stone steps a wide veranda wound around the house. George led them around it to the back of the house where over a stone balustrade a garden stretched out full of flowers. A brook bubbled through i a h a haphazard trail, a bridge arching over it to a path that circled into the trees. Somewhere in the distance the magical splash of a waterfall sounded.

“It’s beautiful!” Rick breathed in excitement. “Absolutely stunning!”

“It’s certainly not your typical Hawaiian house,” George laughed, amused at Rick’s reaction. “Wait till you see the inside. There are 7 large bedrooms with baths, a fireplace in the living room, paintings of famous artists on the walls… The fireplace is what got me. Who needs a fireplace in Hawaii?”

After a tour of the house the men and two of the house staff lugged in the equipment they’d brought over and Natalie’s and Hayden’s suitcases. A refreshing meal was served on the veranda overlooking the garden. George, all business, set his notebook and pen beside his plate.

“Ok, the staff will be leaving with us on our next trip. They will be gone while we are here for a few days. Rick, John and I will go back to Kauai to get the rest of the equipment and our own luggage but you two should be all right here in the interim.” George looked across the table at Hayden when neither actor spoke.

“Sure,” Hayden nodded. “No problem.” A sound gurgled in Natalie’s throat, which was good enough as a yes to George.

“Good!” Rick clapped his hands together excitedly. “This is so fantastic! We should be back no later than 8. I bet the sunsets here are out of this world! It would look utterly fantastic on film! Would this have been a great place for a honeymoon or what? My wife would’ve…” his voice trailed off and he coughed. “Uh, never mind what she would’ve done.” Everyone laughed when he stood up from the table and pulled out his cell phone. A big grin creased his lined face. “I think I’ll give her a quick call.” As he walked away they all chuckled again.

Less than an hour later, the four staff members, George, Rick, and John were on their way back to Kauai. George promised with a small, enigmatic smile that they would return soon and reminded Natalie to keep her cell phone on.

“Yea, like she ever turns it off,” Hayden groused under his breath.

Alone with Natalie on a deserted island. Hayden shook his head at the irony of it all. A little more than two weeks ago he would have thought he’d won the lottery! Now… I’ll just stay out of her way and explore outside. The last thing she wants to see is me and the last thing I want to see is her. Unbidden, an image of her tangling her fingers in his hair and gazing up at him with desperate eyes, whispering pleas for more impinged on his thoughts.

“Aargh! Stay out of my mind!” He snapped out loud to her image, his blue eyes closing tightly. When the image didn’t dissipate he marched outside, slamming the door behind him.

On the second floor Natalie peered through a sheer white curtain at Hayden’s retreating form. She bit hard on her lip to quell any threatening tears. A smile quirked her lips when she belatedly noticed how nice he looked from the back as he trudged down the garden path. A baseball cap crammed on his head hid most of his hair, but unruly blonde waves curled out the back and along his neck. He really has no idea how handsome he is, she mused. It annoyed him to no end when others brought it An And he really is a sweetheart, she added to herself. He was witty and smart and considerate…and quite a good kisser, actually. His lips weren’t thin and disappearing like other guys. They were full and soft and… Whoa, Nat, don’t go there! She cautioned abruptly. Quickly she stepped away from the curtain and headed somewhere else in the house where she would not be able to see him.

Around seven Hayden strolled up from the beach, his t-shirt dangling around his neck. It had been a peaceful couple of hours. Following the sound of water he’d found the waterfall spilling into a small, natural pool before flowing out the other side to wind through the garden on its way to the sea. Making his way around he’d wandered across the grassy meadow to the beach and sat for a while letting the sound and rhythm of the waves ease the stress from his body. When relaxed and unable to sit any longer he had taken off his shoes and socks and walked along the beach. The sand shifting under him felt good. Finally he waded into the sea up to his knees and gazed down into the crystal water searching for aquatic life. But even in the peacefulness he felt lonely. If Natalie were with him they could go further down the beach to that tide pool and look for…

That thought sent him out of the water and back up the track. Now he stood on the veranda looking back to where he’d been and dreaded going into the house. Quizzically he noticed streaks of clouds across the sky where they hadn’t been earlier. An odd frission rippled down his spine and he tilted his head studying the sky. The wind is picking up, he noted, and the water’s getting choppy. Something isn’t quite right.

The front door flew open and Natalie flew out careening into him as he whirled around. Hayden had to reach out to grab her arms to steady her before she toppled them over.

“Oh!” she cried out, her hand instinctively planting itself on the smooth breastplate of sun-warmed skin. Blue eyes widened at where her hand rested and quickly she jerked it away, though her eyes remained on his skin a moment longer. She felt herself blushing and mentally shook herself. “Hayden, thank goodness you’re back!”

“Why? What’s wrong?” the deep, rich tone tripped a thrill along her spine.

“George just called,” she rushed out. “A storm is blowing this way. No boats are ald tod to leave Kauai the rest of the night. He said to make sure all windows get closed and locked, locate the candles in case the generator goes, bring in wood for the fireplace in case it gets chilly, and if we’re going to shower get in and get out.” Inwardly, she cringed at her choice of words and the image they invoked in her mind. She ticked off the instructions one by one, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her hair whipped around her face in the breeze and for the first time in a week Hayden’s eyes locked on hers. Self-consciously she scraped the hair away from her face and lowered her eyes, afraid to look at him too long.

“When did he call?” Hayden frowned.

“Just now.”

“Well,” he flipped his ball cap backwards on his head and motioned her inside, “let’s do it. I’ll go upstairs and check all the windows.”

“I’ll do the downstairs,” Natalie offered.

“I’ll check the generator.”

“I’ll locate candles.”

“I’ll bring in some wood from the shed.”

“I’m going to recharge my cell phone,” Natalie said as Hayden followed her through the door. “I picked a bedroom upstairs already. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugged as he took the steps two at a time. “A bed’s a bed.” His voice trailed as he went down the hall. “Unless, of course, it’s lumpy or so old you roll into the middle constantly or….”

When his voice faded Natalie grinned and set off to attend to her duties. Once everything was finished she took a quick peek outside. Threatening clouds moved ominously to block out the setting sun and she dashed upstairs to take a quick shower. Her footsteps slowed as she entered the room and wondered what Hayden had thought of her choice when he came in to check the windows. The king-size four-poster bed dominated the large room. Opening her suitcase she grimaced. She had no desire to dirty an extra set of clothes since she hadn’t brought many and she would be going to bed eventually anyway, she reasoned as she stared at the nightgown and thin robe lying on top. Couldn’t just bring your oldge nge nightshirt could you, Natalie? She pulled a face. She took them out and with her toiletries carried them into the luxurious bathroom. Her robe could cover her well enough, she decided.

Meanwhile, Hayden completed his duties then chose a bedroom across from hers and showered. Donning sweatpants and a t-shirt he padded downstairs to the living room and lit the fire he’d prepared earlier. It wasn’t all that chilly, but the clouds darkening the sky made him decide that a fire would be nice. Once it was lit Hayden settled onto the couch to watch the flames dance and flicker their shadows on the walls. A pleasant lethargy stole over him and his eyelids drifted downwards. Fighting the desire to go under, he forced his eyes open, but each time they found their way closed. Finally he gave up the fight, laid his head back and went under with a deep sigh.

Natalie listened to the distant rumble of thunder and the wind in the trees and paced the bedroom again. Perching onto the edge of the bed she bit her lower lip. Darkness was gathering quickly and she could barely make out the shapes of furniture in the room. She did not need to look down at her nightgown. She knew what it looked like. A birthday gift from her mother, it was white cotton with a ruffled flounced hem that ended at her ankles. It wasn’t sexy, her mom had said, but romantic and it would make her feel pretty when she was down. Well, she was certainly down and it certainly was pretty, all eyelet and tiny satin ribbons. A few of the ribbons kept the bodice together, tiny straps over the shoulders. In soft light her outline was visible so she donned the matching robe. Time stretched unbearably and frayed her nerves.

Screwing up her courage she cautiously opened the bedroom door and stepped carefully along the hallway and down the steps. Halfway down she saw the flickering shadows from the firelight and made her way there. The far off lightning flashed now and then guiding her path.

The living room glowed warmly from the flames. Her heart tripped as she spotted Hayden on the couch bent over with his head in his hands. In his hands? Quietly she moved to the couch and stood for a few moments just staring at him.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something and alert him to her presence, his head slowly raised and turned towards her. Eyes wild with self-directed anger and pain bore into hers. Startled she stepped back. For an instant she recalled in her mind the expression on his face in Attack of the Clones when he had confessed to her what he’d done to the Tusken raiders. That take had never actually made it onto the screen, but she’d never forgotten the look of self-hatred and regret he’d conjured onto his face. That was acting. This was not. Whatever it was, it was so real it was cutting deeply into him.

“Hayden? What is it?” She murmured anxiously growing more alarmed at the moisture glittering in his eyes.

“You were crying,” he whispered harshly. “I remember now.” He clamped his lips shut a moment to gain control then continued. “My cheek was wet and I lifted my head and you were crying, weren’t you?” Paralyzed, Natalie stared at him. “Weren’t you?” he pressed.

Memories swamped her and she nodded. “Yes,” she answered softly.

“I hurt you,” he condemned himself, bitterly. “That’s why you were crying. That’s why you wouldn’t tell me what I’d done!”

Shocked, Natalie shook her head in denial. Unbelieving, he lowered his eyes as if it hurt to look at her. “No, Hayden, no!” She whispered vehemently. Moving around the couch she knelt in front of him willing him to look at her. “You didn’t hurt me! You misunderstood what you remember! You would never hurt me on purpose!” His eyes continued staring at the floor and desperately she plunged onward. “It wasn’t like that!”

The logs crackled and hissed in the fireplace as they rearranged themselves on their way to becoming carbon ashes. A full minute ticked by with their sound the only noise in the room. Slowly Hayden’s eyes moved to hers again. “You were crying, Natalie,” he accused in a dead voice.

“But…”

“Please,” he heaved a heavy sigh and stared into the flames, “just leave me alone right now.”

“Hayden…”

Go away,” he bit out, his blue eyes narrowing on her a moment.

Unsure what to do she stood and hurried back to her room, her heart jackhammering in her chest. The pain on his face tore at her and she placed a trembling hand over her mouth. On unsteady legs she made her way to the bed and sat down.

“This is all my fault,” she condemned miserably. “What do I do now?”

She cast her eyes helplessly around the room. Lightning struck illuminating the room and her eyes fell on the jars of candles on the dresser. Next time lightning hit she felt her way around the bed. Lighting one she placed it on the nightstand and moved around the room placing lit candles until they cast a soft glow. Satisfied that she could see well enough she walked to the bed and turned down the covers. With shaking fingers she slid the robe slowly from her shoulders and laid it across a chair. Goosebumps freckled her skin, but her heart was beating so fast she didn’t notice. She combed her fingers through her slightly damp hair then stood completely still, her arms stiff at her sides. Inhaling three calming breaths she steadied herself and walked to the door. Almost of their own volition her feet carried her downstairs.

Hayden did not hear Natalie, but he sensed her presence. The sound of logs being pushed around with a poker and the fireplace doors squeaking shut confused him. Attuning his senses he waited for her to speak. Except for the rumble of thunder, silence reigned. Unwilling to move his head from the back of the couch, he waited for her to come closer. When she did he opened his eyes and looked up.

His breath caught in his throat at her silhouette. With the fire dying behind her she was a vision in white, the outline of her curves clearly visible. Slowly she extended her hand. “Come with me,” she whispered. Dumbfounded, he gaped at her, then her hand, then her again.

“Natalie…”

“Come with me,” she reiterated, looking pointedly at her hand.

Mesmerized and confused he took her hand and stood. Turning from him she walked away tugging him with her out of the room and up the stairs.

Her room was aglow with soft candlelight and in wonder he looked around as she closed the door and led him to the bed. A gentle shove sat him down and he looked at her in mute confusion. A finger lightly pressed against his lips when he opened them to speak.

“I haven’t been fair to you,” her soft voice shook. “Your idea of that night are torturing the both of us but for different reasons.” Unable to move he could only stare up at her as her hands lifted her nightgown passed her knees and she slowly climbed onto his lap. The blood from his brain fled straight to his groin as she settled a knee on each side of him and lowered her body against his. He smothered a groan. For such a bold move he found it endearing when her arms slid timidly around his neck and her gaze faltered from his eyes to his chin. “You never hurt me,” her brown eyes raised to his, the candlelight shimmering in their depths. “You need to know what happened. I can’t explain it with words, Hayden, but if you want to know I can show you.” Her lips were so close to his that he felt her breath feather across his mouth. “Do you want to know?”

Hayden gazed into her serious eyes and his heart hammered to pump his thickening blood through his veins. “I want to know, Natalie,” he murmured. Closing the distance, she brushed her lips across his.
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