Disclaimer: I do not own Star wars and never will. Lucas owns it and I wouldn't have it any other way.

A/n- This right now is a one-shot, unless reviewers want this to become a series. I won't tell you who this involves, just read. Please review!

She paced the hallways, trying to convince herself to enter the chambers. If she were to enter, her life would become but a memory and a new chapter would begin. This new chapter meant a quest of unforgivable deeds, including; betrayal. All her life she always followed the orders of others, now she had a chance to free herself of their bondage, to rid the ways of the old. Though her past contained shattered memories of pain and agony, she had to move forward. The dusty doors opened and the tiny woman entered the domain. Forever would she change her destiny. There was no going back now.

Not for her….

Images of bright lights overflow the space. She covers her eyes, enclosing her tiny fist around a pendent. She whispers to the wind, "May the force give me strength,"

Her body washes over in light, and no more are the gateways to time and space.

No more are the remnants of the old republic. No more and no less. She had no time to waste, she had to change the future, for everyone sakes…..

She gasps in the mirror. Her sharp features were younger, youthful. Much like how they were twenty-some odd years ago. Her gray streaks were missing, and her tiny frame carried no weight from childbirth or, years of struggle. She was twenty-four again.

Her surroundings look much like the Jedi-Temple. Then several padwans turn around the corner and come into view. They bow in respect to her garments. She bends down and notices the only thing she brought with her to the past, the Jedi robes given to her by Obi-wan. The same robes she had worn for over twenty years, training as a Jedi. She walks down the corridors and finds the chambers she is looking for. Peeking in, she finds no one there. She slips in and sighs with relief. He must not be back from the council meeting yet. She places herself onto the uncomfortable bed and leans back. She closes her eyes and waits for his return. Yet, thoughts pop into her brain. How was she going to explain her wardrobe? Would he recognize her?

Footsteps in the hall make her jump to her feet. She hadn't sensed anyone coming. How was that possible? Ah yes, I haven't been trained in the Jedi ways yet….

The woman would have to wait to get back to the present, except was she doing the right thing? By changing his destiny? Their destiny? If she did, what was to happen?

The footsteps halt at the open doorway and travel inside. A young padwan stands in his Jedi grab, light-saber activated. "Who's there?" His deep voice calls.

Trembling the woman slides herself into another hiding place, between the refresher and the bookcase.

"I said who's there?" The man demands, his voice sounding much like it had all those years ago.

The woman peeks out to see if it is truly him. Surly standing before her is the robust, Anakin Skywalker. Anakin notices the pair of eyes watching him and grabs the woman out of her hiding place. She inhales sharply and bits her lip. Here goes nothing….

Anakin faces changes immediately when he identifies the woman. His eyes soften and he is grinning ear-to ear. "What are you doing here?" He pauses and chuckles at her attire.

"And why are you wearing Jedi robes?"

She does not answer; she is too busy gazing at him in awe. It's been so long… He looks the same way he did before…..

Before he entered the war…. His eyes held the innocence Darth Vader no longer had. Anakin had nothing to dread, his life was going well. He had just been married and had begun the trials to become a Jedi Knight.

"You are staring at me, like it has been years since we seen each other," He states.

"Anakin, I am sorry." She whispers.

He smiles sweetly at her and he bends down to kiss her. For once, she allows this to happen. I must say goodbye. It is the only way…. She rips herself away from him and smacks him across the face.

Shock waves surge through him. He cannot understand why she has she had smacked him. "Padme', what has gotten into you?"

"I am filing for divorce, I cannot be with you no longer," Her voice is calm and wise. There is not faltering in her voice. All those years of heartbreak and sadness drift away on her words.

"W-what? W-why? Is there someone else?" He stammers, pressing his hand on the cheek she slapped.

"No, there is not. Anakin I lied to myself. I never felt anything for you. I used you and it is best that you forget what we had," She replies.

Anger flares to life in his sky-blue eyes. "Used me? WHY?" He grabs her shoulders and shakes her.

"It does not matter, I no longer require your friendship and it would be best if we never spoke again," She spits out, pulling herself away from her husband.

"NO, Padme don't do this! Please!" He begs, whirling her around. His agony radiates through her, their bond, weakening with every hurtful word.

"You left me no choice," Her voice breaking with his pleads. Tears fall down her cheeks, and she gratefully allows them to come.

"I left you no choice? What in the devil are you talking about?" He demands.

"Just forget me, Anakin. I never want to see or speak to you again," She pauses and allows the hurtful pain spill out, "Do not look for me, or ask about me. Leave me be."

With that she leaves her broken ex-husband in his quarters. She rushes through the Jedi halls, pushing past everyone in her way. The tears she had held for twenty years spill onto her glossy cheeks. She runs down the steps and hops into the nearest speeder car. She had to get away, retire and never return. Otherwise, memories of her life with Anakin would haunt her until her very last days….

Fin for now.