Chancellor Palpatine. Darth Sidious. Two names for one man. Though some may argue that he is no mere man, including himself. He sits in his office, waiting for the curcial piece of his plans to walk through the door. All will go well, and by the morning, the Jedi would finally be destroyed.

Darth Sidious, Chancellor of the Republic allowed himself a small smile as he contemplated the idea. The Jedi would be dead, and the Empire of the hidden Sith would rise. Darth Bane's Rule of Two would finally be recognized as the true path to Sith power.

It was then that his crucial piece entered the room. Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, Member of the Jedi Council and yet not Jedi master. Palpatine hid his smirk within a grandfatherly smile as he greeted the boy, inwardly basking in the turmoil he felt beneath the unstable Jedi Knight's mind, body, and soul.

They spoke for a while, Anakin made it a bit obvious he was there to gauge how Palpatine reacted to the news of Grevious' demise. Frankly, he was a bit disappointed it'd taken so long to get rid of the General. Annoying little monstrosity was never going to be Sith.

Anakin seemed annoyed by his lack of reaction to the news that Obi-Wan had engaged Grevious, if his raised voice was anything to go off of. So Palpatine sighed and played the worried Supreme Chancellor.

He spoke as if he was just a tired old man. He spoke of how the Clone Wars were just a distraction. The irony of that statement was not lost on him, even as he claimed the Jedi Council to be the perpetrators behind the War.

Anakin did not believe him at first of course. But Sidious could also feel the doubt in his mind. Everything was going well. He asked Anakin why the Council had sent him personally, and saw on Anakin's face the doubt grow.

Anakin attempted to refute, saying the Senate would never allow it. Palpatine shook his head and claimed they'd be powerless to stop it. And in the end, they would be powerless to stop the take over. -His- take over.

He pulled out the petition those pathetic senators had tried to bring to him only weeks ago. He made sure to rebuke Anakin when he called it by the name the petitioners had given it. He made sure Anakin understood they were traitors. Traitor to the Sith of course.

He watched Anakin's face, knowing exactly what senator he was thinking about as they continued to follow the script Palpatine had put in place for this meeting. It was made even more obvious when Anakin said straight out that he didn't think 'Senator Amidala' couldn't possibly be a traitor.

Sidious kept up the attack, claiming she was betraying Anakin, even if inadvertently. It didn't really matter, he fully planned for Padme to have an accident once he had his apprentice anyways.

The conversation continued, Palpatine reminded Anakin of all the secrets he kept. Than he began the offers, giving Anakin the same spiel Plageuis had given him decades ago. Tailored just a bit of course, but in essence it was the same.

He forced the idea that Anakin could do as he wanted firmly into the unstable boy's mind. As he had forced the fake premonitions of poor Padme's demise. The boy was clearly faltering, as he stood there frozen, almost unbreathing.

Now he brought up the Myth. The Tragedy of his late long-dead master. Anakin looked confused for a moment before saying that he did indeed remember. Palpatine dropped the bombshell as he leaned forward.

It was no mere myth, Sidious knew quite well. And now so did Anakin. And with a few sentences, Anakin knew that Plageuis had been Palpatine's master. That Palpatine himself was a Sith. And Anakin's lightsaber was at his throat. All according to plan of course.

Anakin saw Sidious' real face now. But Sidious spoke with silken tones, reminding the young man that he was his friend. He had always been there for him. And most importantly, he reminded him that only -he- could save Padme. Irony once again, as he intended for her to die.

A few more words and the Lightsaber was off once more. Anakin sunk into a chair and Palpatine continued to jabber on, watching closely as Anakin's mind worked. Finally the boy got up, moved to go. Palpatine was sure he'd tell the Jedi on planet.

They'd come for him, and he'd force them to look like the aggressor. Then one careful mental command to Anakin would send him running to save the life of the only person who knew how to keep his beloved wife alive.

Anakin was moving towards the door, and Palpatine watched him go. But for some reason, at the doorway he stopped. Palpatine blinked as he stood there unmoving for a second. He felt like he was looking at a completely different man.

Had Anakin turned so quickly? Come to terms with being Sith so easily? It certainly seemed like that as the boy turned back around and stalked forward, his head still down. But as he got to the front of Palpatine, Dark Lord of the Sith's desk, his head snapped up.

Sidious met his eyes and felt an emotion he'd not felt for years upon years. For in the boy's eyes, his crucial piece to his brilliant plan, he saw nothing but complete understanding. Of everything. Palpatine felt fear for a precious few seconds as Anakin raised a finger and crooked it.

Palpatine fell forward dead, his heart pulled through his ribs. Anakin stood there for a second breathing low before he walked around the desk and removed the lightsaber from Palpatine's sleeve where it always was. A Sith's Lightsaber, for he would nee proof after all.

As Anakin turned to go, this time walking much more confidently, he spoke words. Words not on Palpatine's elaborate script.

"I'm not letting you put me in that kriffing suit again."

A/N: So if you realize at any point before the end that this was a time travel oneshot, you are most likely psychic. If you didn't realize it until the end, or even not until you read this Author's note, don't feel bad, I tried not to make it obvious. Please review, and thanks for reading. If I get enough reviews asking for it, I will write a second chapter dealing with Anakin's point of view, and the aftermath of his actions.