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Anakin felt exhausted, he no longer slept at night, the dreams kept him up; the horrible sound of Padmé screaming, begging for his help before life had faded from her body, as she passed onto the Force hunted him. How could he live under the constant fear that their child would take their mother's life, as soon as they were born? Even worst, what if their child didn't make it? What if he was to lose everything at once?! Anakin just couldn't sleep while this premonitions clouded his mind, manipulated his dreams.

At night he would wake up and sit on the edge of his bed, trying to figure a way to save her. Padmé looked so peaceful, so calm in her sleep, she had worries he knew that, but when night came Padmé was able to rest. And right there next to her, their baby, Anakin was excited to be a father, to have a whole family. But Padmé had to be there with him, he couldn't imagine himself without her, raising a kid all by himself wasn't right. A child needed a mother, Anakin knew he needed his, and how he missed her.

The first solution that came to mind was to go and see master Yoda, he would know what to do. It was indeed a shock when he told Anakin dying was just part of living. Even though it was true, there was no way he would accept that. He couldn't just let her die, because if she was gone this crushing feeling of loneliness would kill him. Padmé was not only his wife, she was his best friend, he could tell her things he could never tell Obi-Wan, for example. If he did, Obi-Wan would ever understand, not the way Padmé did.

After that disappointing meeting with master Yoda,, Anakin headed to the Jedi Archives, even thought he had a briefing about the Outer Ring, he had to find something on premonitions, where they came from, how to stop them. Anything would do, anything that gave him a little hope to safe her.

"Young Skywalker, is wonderful to have you here. May I help you?" The Chief Librarian asked as soon as she saw him walk in.

"I'm looking for something on premonitions." He answered a bit vaguely, she never asked any questions about his researches, still he felt a bit paranoid.

"Premonitions? That's it's unusual. Let's see... Well, we might have something, right... Here." She said as she walked through the the shelves and shelves of holocrons, looking for something "Tell if that works for you."

Anakin took his time while looking through the it as carefully as he could. All the informations about the Cosmic Force, and how you could communicated with it through meditation after years of practice, but it was thought the Cosmic Force that they were able to sense and sometimes see the future. Premonitions were called "tricky" because you never know when they will or not happen. So they couldn't be trusted, unless one was sure they would happen, like a glass on the edge of a table will fall and break. Sometimes there was nothing we could do, but pick up the pieces. That was not what Anakin was looking for.

But as he looked for it, he found a book tossed under a shelve. It had a brown leather cover, and apparently pages. As Anakin picked it up he realized the book was heavier than it looked, but it certainly wasn't newer than he thought. Inside he found many tales of old, that came from all across the galaxy. And for some reason he just started reading, and to his surprise he found what he was looking for. One poem, probably told to little children before bedtime, but that it gave him hope.

He was a good man

Who had only one daughter

And marry her only one can

One who's crystal like water

But she fell in love

With power and riches

A man who had all of the above

He cold attend all of her wishes.

Her father had a dream

But she didn't care

Her lover was mean

And in the dream she was scared

She married him still

Her father knew her future's course

So he tried to changed the will

Of the great Cosmic Force

So he humbly asked

That his daughter was spared

And so he was masked

From her eyes, that never cared.

Without reading much into the poem's meaning, Anakin took the book. It seemed like the perfect solution for his problem, meditating, asking humbly that the Cosmic a Force would not take his wife; it all seemed extremely hard, but honestly, he didn't have much of a choice. But Padmé was worth all of that, he had to get it right.

As he continued his day, he couldn't stop imagining his family all together, Padmé and their child. He couldn't decide what he wanted more: a boy or a girl, both of them could become Jedi, maybe his Padawan. Even if they decided to be Senators like their mother, he would be glad, boy or girl.

Padmé never really considered becoming a mother, even thought he thought she would be a terrific mother, she was too down to earth for that kind of talk. Always asking the hard questions. He was the dreamer, hoping for the best but expecting the worst, always reaching for more, he always dreamed of being a father.

Anakin was frustrated, his terrible dreams of Padmé dying now multiplied by suddenly becoming a double spy for the Jedi Council and Chancellor Palpatine had really become a bit too much. On one hand, he was a Jedi, but on the other Palpatine was a good friend, a mentor, someone who always seen his potential for greatness. How. Oils he spy on a man who had done so much for him? And he was so only on the a Council because of his friendship with him. What had the Jedi done for him lately?

As he went back to his apartment, feeling down because he had just found the solution for one of his big problems, but now whole new set of newer, harder problems presented before him. He felt like cutting the heads of s hydra.

But as he got home, he saw Padmé, she was doing anything special, just watching over Coruscant at the window. She was so beautiful, he could have spent an eternity just looking at her, memorizing every bit of her. As he heard him walking, she turned and smiled, this different kind of smile she only had for him. Padmé could tell something was troubling him from the moment she looked at him, so she walked up to him, and caressed his face, pulling his close for a kiss.

Things were not easy, but Anakin knew while he had her, everything would be alright.

What Palpatine said while they were at the Opera had him thinking. Maybe there was an easier way, maybe the whole book he found was just tales. Darth Plagueis had found a way to cheat death, maybe he could too. But turning to the dark side was too much, maybe he wasn't willing to give it all. Besides he would hear it if he turned to the dark side, Padmé would not be happy.

So he sat on the living room floor, since Padmé was ales day asleep, he figured he would have peace there. To achieve that level of deep meditation, Anakin would need way more practice than he had time for. That would have to do it.

The speeders outside were just so noise.

"No. Focus. I got this." He told himself, trying to delete that sound.

And suddenly he felt aware of his clothes, and how they were really kind of uncomfortable. So he kept on moving his shoulders.

"Master Ani! What are you doing at this hour?" Threepio asked, as Anakin laid his head back on the couch, letting a out a sigh in frustration.

"No, Threepio, I'm ok. I'm trying to be peaceful. So I can meditate on something… Disturbing." He answered.

"Maybe you should focus on what's disturbing?" Threepio suggested, his eyes were so bright in the dark.

"Yeah, maybe you're right." He answered, as Threepio retired for the day.

Anakin watched the speeders rushing at night, thinking about his dream. Every time he had it, it was always so real, he could hear her screaming like she was just calling him from the bedroom. It was awful, most nightmares couldn't be that bad.

As he closed his eyes again, Anakin had all of that in mind, but mostly her voice. Padmé, she sounded so scared, and she was crying, he hated when she cried. And the more he thought about the closer it felt, he could sense the fear in her voice, and something inside of him wanted to run away, protected her. And he couldn't.

Suddenly he was no longer in his living room, he was standing next to her, holding her hand. They are in the Galactic Senate Medcenter the strong scent of medcenter, Anakin hated so much. The medroids are all over, Padmé is screaming, everything is chaotic.

"Anakin! Help me!" She cried, her pain was drumming on his chest, she knew too, so she wrapped her slender fingers on his hand as tight as she could, it was the last time.

Padmé grip starts to weaken, and, Anakin feels her passing onto the Force. That's when he just felt himself graps onto her, not allowing her to pass. That's how he's humbly asking. But it is so hard, it takes a strength most wouldn't have, and Anakin starts asking if he has. All he knows is that, he's passing on the Force with her, but not letting go.

In meditation he's pulling so hard onto her, small drops of blood started to come out of his nose. And he starts to realize there's no way he can hold onto to her, if the Force wants her to go.

That's when he started to remember their wedding day, they were in Naboo, during the sunset, that was the happiest day of his life. When she told him she loved him for the first time, she thought they were going to die in Geonosis. He remembered how nervous he was before seeing her after ten years. The day they met, she was the most beautiful angel he had ever seen. His angel.

And that's when Anakin snapped his eyes opened, he was a few inches from the ceiling, and he fell to the ground.