Padme listened as the sounds of Obi-Wan and Anakin's battle faded as they moved farther and farther away. A few moments later she heard a pair of running feet coming towards her, stopping at her side. Then she heard a voice she hadn't heard in years.
"Padme?"
Her heart skipped at beat at the smooth, rich, baritone voice.
A large, callous hand gently touched her face.
She opened her eyes, and her heart nearly stopped at the sight of the man kneeling beside her.
"How?"
"By the grace of the Force, I've been sent back," he replied as he gently lifted her into his arms and carried her into the ship.
He lay her on a medical bed and ran after Obi-Wan and Anakin, praying he could somehow stop them.
Obi-Wan fell, his lightsaber flying from his grasp. He stayed when he was, the tip of Anakin's lightsaber aimed at his chest.
"Farewell, Obi-Wan," Anakin said as he raised his lightsaber.
Just as he brought it down, however, it was stopped by a green blade.
Both men looked over and gasped at the owner of the green lightsaber.
He was just as they remembered him, tall, powerful, wise, intimidating in his sterness, strong-willed, regal, and handsome. He was just as he had been before he had died.
He shoved Anakin back and helped Obi-Wan to his feet.
"It can't be. It's impossible. You're dead! You've been dead for years!" Anakin cried.
"The Force returned me to life."
Anakin glared at him.
"Then I'll kill you as well."
Obi-Wan's lightsaber, now back in its owner's hands, turned on.
"No, Anakin. You won't kill either of us. Not when we're working together."
"He's right, Ani."
Anakin growled.
"You no longer have a right to call me that,... Qui-Gon."
