This is my newest fiction, and I know, I've never written for Star Wars before, but I've found a new appreciation for Episode 3.  So any way, the point is, I'm writing about what if Padme never died. Hmm…I know. Controversial. But who knows, somebody might like it! Any way, please enjoy! Please don't forget to R & R!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Star Warsy, or the like. So please don't sue! 

Dreams and Their Realities

Chapter 1: She Lives

Padme laid on the delivery table, gasping for air as she delivered her second baby of her beautiful twins. Tears pored from her eyes as the robot nurse pulled out a baby girl and asked for a name.

"Leia…" she whispered painfully. She looked up towards Obi-Wan who looked down at her sadly.

"Obi-Wan…" Padme managed.

"Save your strength, Padme. You have twins Padme, they need you…hang on."

Padme ignored Obi-Wan's pleading. "Obi-Wan…There…Is still good in him. I know there is…still…" Padme's head dropped to the other side as she passed out on the delivery table.

One of the robotic doctors strolled up to Obi-Wan, looking at him with its bionic eyes. "It seems that she's going to pull through, she's merely exhausted from her long delivery." Obi-Wan sighed in relief. Knowing that his brother's wife was safe, for the time being at least, was a huge relief. And then he looked at the words he just used in his head. His brother Anakin. He and anybody else would be amazed that Obi-Wan still considered Anakin his brother, even after what he had done. And then he looked at Padme. Obi-Wan knew that Padme would still love Anakin, no matter what side he had turned to.

He stared at Padme with admiration. Obi-Wan knew that within a day or so, Senator Amidala would be back to work in the Senate; with what little politics they had left. He brushed his hand against her smooth cheek and wiped away her drying tears. I'm so sorry Padme. I tried to keep him with us, but his mind was too weak.

One Day Later, INT. Alderaan Cruiser-Conference Room

Obi-Wan, Yoda and Bail Organa sat around a conference table. The subject of the day, Padme and the children.

"Kept safe the children need to be," Yoda's wise words made the two men nod in agreement.

"But how?" Obi-Wan question.

"Yes, how?" Organa repeated philosophically.

"Split up the children need to be." Yoda folded his hands together, almost as if he was waiting for an objection.

"But what about Padme? We can't talk about splitting up her children without her here," Obi-Wan argued.

As if hearing her name, Padme walked into the room with her regular political dressing on. She walked slowly towards the table, wincing each time she took a step. Both Obi-Wan and Bail Organa got up to help her to the table, but Padme didn't want their help. And suddenly, Obi-Wan noticed Anakin's jappor snippit hanging from her delicate neck.

All right, that's the end! If I don't get too many reviews, I won't bother to keep going with it. Hope you enjoy and please don't forget to R & R!