A/N: So, after watching the new Star Wars movie I'll be totally honest, I sort of went into a weird daze thing where this fan fiction was actually what was happening- Then right at the end I realised, it was Infact a whole load of crap I'd made up in my head and sort of merged in with the story line.

Anyways… I'm not gonna give away the pairing, although it's pretty obvious if you've seen the film (did anyone else notice the blatant sexual tension between Obi-Wan and the little Darth Vader dude… Damn it, gave away the pairing.)

Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars… Yet.

"What do you mean, you're pregnant?" He couldn't understand it, he'd been so careful, he'd had to have been considering… It just wasn't possible. "How did this happen..." It was a particularly stupid, rhetorical, question.

"Well, Anakin, when two people love each other very much they decide…"

"No." Anakin sighed, the witty comment from the Senator just as cocky and un-suitable as ever. "I know how it happened. I just don't know how it happened."

"You could at least pretend to be happy for me… For us."

"I am happy. It's just…" Was that pretending enough for her? "How?"

"You've asked that a dozen times already. What's wrong with you? When you left the last time we were so…" She struggled to find the right words. "So in love, Anakin. Now you're acting like I'm just some whore from Adrena 49. We're having a baby, not being fucking sued."

"I know we're having a baby. It's great."

The young senator very much doubted how genuine the remark had been. "If it's so great then why haven't you smiled once since I told you?"

"I've smiled."

"Uh uh."

"Uh huh…" A highly trained and talented Jedi knight and this is what it had come to, a barely coherent, child-like squabble with a woman he should never have let himself get to know in the first place.

"This is stupid, Anakin. Why don't you and Obi-Wan just fly off again, maybe you'll come back a little different, older, yeah?"

Anakin considered it, Christ she didn't have a clue how ironic the words were to him. The last time him and Obi-Wan had just 'flown off' he'd definitely come back different, so different that he's school yard crush meant nothing to him any more.

Instead he'd found clarity, a feeling of total open-ness that he'd never experienced before, an open-ness that only the love between a young Jedi apprentice and his master could offer. And, all that stealth training really helped out when it came to the bedroom…

"Maybe I AM different, maybe this is over."

She looked at her mate with absolute, honest, shock. "Over? I tell you I'm pregnant, and you tell me I'm dumped? Yeah, you definitely have changed sweetheart."

"It's not that- Not just that. I've been thinking it for a while now- then last night and… It's just got to be this way, trust me."

"Trust you..? You're abandoning your family and im just meant to trust you, what do you mean last night?" Suddenly something clicked in the naïve young woman's mind, "you're with someone else. Aren't you?"

Anakin didn't answer, which only served to fuel the girls rage.

"TELL ME!" She shouted her words now, no longer afraid of alerting an outside presence to their rather furtive conversation.

"Shhhh." Anakin franticly scanned the room, as though some new presence could have joined them, he found none. "Keep you're voice down, will you? Gonna get us both in a hell of a lot of trouble that thing is." He pointed to the Senators ever growing stomach.

"Is that what you think of it? Why don't you and you're new girlfriend go and have your own 'legitimate' babies then?" The words were sarcastic, if not agitated.

"What makes you think there's another woman?"

"There is, isn't there?"

Anakin held back the urge to use a little mind trick, set the conversation back a couple of minutes, save a hell of a lot of bother. "I can honestly say I haven't been near another woman."

"Don't you lie to me. I'm not stupid." You think so, do you love?

"I never said you were. It's just… Just leave it. Have a good life." With that Anakin left, leaving behind a shattered, wasted young life… Limp and crippled with exhausted hope.

A/N: I got lots more of this like running around in my head, but if I don't get any good reviews then there really is no point in going on- so what did you think?

BTW: If you're gonna give a really honest opinion (e.g. 'this was crap- if you insist on carrying this on I will be forced to kill you, for the good of people who can read everywhere'), make it anon so I can delete it later, don't want it just floating around giving me a bad name or anything.